This is my first missing scene from Sentinel too, Pt 2. They belong to Pet Fly. I make no money for this... they aren't mine... don't sue me... yadda yadda yadda
Crowswork
Megan Connor debated with herself as she walked through the cool, high, rainforest. She was going to kill James Ellison. It was just a question of how. He had simply left them during the night, off on some bizarre quest to find Alex Barnes. Megan wondered if he would kill the bitch, or go after her like the mad dog he'd been lately.
She stayed close to Blair Sandburg, watching his every step as he plowed through the dripping undergrowth. The higher altitude that caused the temperature to drop also made it harder for the young man to breathe. Of course, the thin air was only part of the problem. Being drowned by the a-fore-mentioned bitch was the real culprit.
"Is Jim a Sentinel, Sandy?" She had just blurted the question at the campsite that morning. She already knew the answer even before she saw him flinch. It was either that or think that they were following a lunatic. A man who brought his friend back from the dead by sheer force of will, only to turn around and protect his murderer. Both Jim and Alex were Sentinels, and Blair was some sort of prize they were grappling over.
It was the real reason she was here. To protect Sandy. From Alex if Jim refused to, maybe even from Jim himself. Blair would never put his own safety above Jim's, so Megan had appointed herself to be his 'keeper'.
Blair staggered up a steep bit of undergrowth. "Sandy?" She caught up with him in a few long strides. "Let's take a break, OK?"
"No... I'm all right... really." He gasped and started to walk again only to be stopped by a coughing fit.
"Welcome to lovely Sierra Verde, hot and humid on the coast, and cold and humid in highlands." Megan steered him to a seat on a fallen tree and sat beside him. She handed him a canteen and two small brown vials of pills. Knowing men, she hadn't offered to carry the leather backpack. At the church, she had simply taken most of the heavy items out and put them in her pack instead. That was when she found that old book.
"We have to go." Blair had swallowed the tablets and was sipping the water. "We have to be there in case Alex..."
"You're afraid she'll kill Jim, aren't you?"
"Jim is operating under a instinctive need to protect another Sentinel, just... just like he has to protect me. But Alex isn't a true Sentinel. She's unbalanced and..."
"If he protects her as well as he has you lately, she's a goner." Megan interrupted sarcastically. Ellison's behavior lately had made her long to thrash him.
Blair looked as though she had struck him. "The same instinct that usually makes Jim protect, hell over-protect, me. That instinct has been making him crazy for weeks, probably since Alex came to Cascade. It's my fault. I should have seen how he was changing... how..." He no longer had the lung capacity for his usual run on sentences.
"Sandy, the man accused you of betraying him." A real breach of trust! OK, so she'd hung back and eavesdropped after getting turned down for breakfast.
"Megan, you don't understand Jim." Blair got to his feet and continued his single-minded pursuit. He had no trail to follow, but he kept going. "He has a real problem with betrayal." The pain in his chest had dulled to a low roar thanks to the pain pills. He still cringed at the thought, Simon and Jim in a panic, doing CPR on me. Two guys with muscles on their muscles and hands the size of catchers mitts, pumping my heart for all they were worth.
"So people in the past have betrayed him?" Her tone was less angry, but she still couldn't comprehend how someone could turn on a darling like Sandy. Like everybody else in the squad she felt like a protective mother-hen toward Sandburg, but mostly, her feelings in his regard were anything but maternal.
"Well it's... yes." Blair felt better now that both pills had kicked in. He wished he could explain why he wasn't furious with his friend. Jim's problem wasn't just that he had been betrayed in the past. Abandoned by his mother, physiologically abused by his father, set up to die by his military commander. Yes, he had been betrayed by those he should have been able to trust.
But Blair knew the real monster that ate at Jim was guilt. Jim believed that HE had betrayed almost everyone he loved. Children often thought they were the cause of divorce and that was probably when it started. He was the oldest child, the different one, and somewhere along the line Jimmy Ellison had begun to blame himself. Then of course there was Bud, the man who had been Jim's primary role model as a boy. When Bud was killed, Jim had seen the killer but had let him escape. That was what he said. Not, that his own father coerced and terrorized him into repressing it, no he insisted it was his fault.
And Jack Pendergrass, the cop who took him under his wing. The father figure who left his own wry mark on the personality of the hostile younger detective. Jim could see no wrong when he looked at Jack, ignoring his minor breaches of protocol. Then, Pendergrass called on Jim to back him up in a kidnapping case and Jim missed the call. He missed the call because he was in bed with Jack's estranged girlfriend. His partner and mentor had died and Jim never forgave himself.
So Jim was always prepared. I would betray him just as he 'betrayed' Jack and Bud and his last command and who knows who else. Hell. He probably thought somewhere in the back of his mind that he deserved it. His own bad Karma coming home to roost. Kicking me out was a preemptory strike, dump me before I could leave him. God, that had hurt. It still ached like an arrow through his heart.
"Shit! Shit! Shit!" Blair muttered angrily as he stomped into the clearing, not even seeing Alex's crashed helicopter until he almost fell over a piece of wreckage. Please, let her body be in there. The terrible invocation raced through his mind as he walked toward the mangled cockpit. He tried to bury that uncharacteristic thought and failed. Let her be dead. Let Jim be safe. Let this be over!
The end