Hey everybody, this is my first Fanfic so I decided to start out small. What better than a missing scene. Well the muse kinda Bashed me over the head and this is where it led.
I need to thank Becky B & TAE for their Beta-reading (if you'd seen the original copy, you wouldn't have to ask).
Also 'THANK GOD' for wolfpup. A master in the arts of Nudge and explaining the little things to a complete computer moron(can you say PASTE).
Oh yeah, the Disclaimer thingy: I don't own them, they're not mine. But OOOH Baby, if they were.....*g*
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Jen
He's gonna be OK. He's gonna be OK. He's gonna.....That's it Sandburg, you just keep repeating that and maybe, maybe you'll start to believe it... Never mind that the paramedics told you that he was gonna be OK. Never mind that you saw for yourself that Jamie was awake, and breathing and bitching about the pain.' Blair thought while he paced back and forth on the sidewalk, as though the rate of his feet were being controlled by the speed of his thoughts. The closing of the ambulance door stopped his pacing, as he and Jim watched while it pulled away carrying Jamie towards the hospital. Standing as though rooted to that spot, until he saw the ambulance turn the corner, there-by leaving his sight.
Blair started pacing again, returning to his discarded train of thought.
'The EMT's were telling the truth, I know it, but I still need to get to the hospital...just to make sure. Roy is gone after all, the least I can do is make sure that Jamie is going to be OK.'
Blair stopped pacing as he felt Jim come up beside him. He turned opening his mouth to tell Jim of his newly reached decision, but stopped as his eyes traveled upward and saw Jim's face. The clenching and unclenching of the jaw, the fire and ice in the eyes, the lone pulsing vein in the forehead; all sign of a soon to be 'Ellison Nuclear Meltdown'. He swallowed once and began to speak. A soft "Jim" was all he got out, as Ellison grabbed him by the arm and started dragging him across the street towards the Ford.
"Hey Jim. Jim... Come on man you're about to tear my arm off."
Jim stopped abruptly and pivoted towards Blair, nearly knocking him off his feet, while increasing his grip on the arm.
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING BACK THERE SANDBURG??!!!!" Jim roared still tightening his grip on Blair's captured arm.
Blair recoiled slightly at the look in Jim's eyes and tried to free his now throbbing arm.
"OOOWW. God Jim, come on man you're cutting off the circulation in my arm."
Jim released his arm suddenly and walked the rest of the way to the Ford, leaning with his hands against the hood, as though trying to push the truck on its side. While rubbing his arm to restore the flow of blood, Blair crossed the rest of the way to the truck and gently laid a hand on Jim's back.
"Hey Jim, it's OK man. Take it easy, I knew that he wouldn't shoot me."
"And just HOW did you know that Sandburg??? Do you have some new PSYCHIC POWERS that you haven't told me about?"
"No Jim, no psychic powers. I just thought that if I could talk to him, get him to listen to me, then he'd give me the gun and everything would be OK."
"Sandburg get in the truck."
Jim pulled away, unlocked the door, got in and leaned across the seat to unlock Blair's, put the key in the ignition and leaned against the back of the seat, closing his eyes.
"Uh Jim, are you gonna start the truck? Cause I'd kinda like to get to the hospital."
"Sandburg,...Blair,"
Jim took a couple of deep breaths and turned opening his eyes.
"Blair, I know you were worried about Jamie, and just trying to help. But, You Scared The Hell Outta Me!!! And don't sit there and try to tell me that you knew that he wasn't going to shoot you. Because YOU don't know that, and I don't know that. Hell, I don't think even Jamie knew that."
Jim sighed and started the truck.
"Look Chief, I know that you were doing this for Roy, to try and make things right, but contrary to what you like to think, you CANNOT talk your way out of every situation, and sometimes the right thing to say is nothing at all."
"I know that Jim, it's just...it's just I didn't want Jamie to get hurt. Besides I knew I'd be OK. Nothing was going to happen, especially with my 'Blessed Protector' right there beside me."
Jim sighed in resignation and smiled at the use of the now familiar term.
"OK Chief. But if you EVER do anything like that again, your 'Blessed Protector' is gonna kick your ass down several flights of stairs. Got it?"
"I'm sorry Jim. I just wanted....."
"I know Chief, I know. Now come on, buckle up and let's get to the hospital and see how Jamie's doing."
The End
(for now)