Well folks, this is my first Sentinel fanfic to be posted on the net. It's a great thrill, and I hope that you enjoy reading it as much as I absolutely loved writing it. I love the Loft, and having such a beautiful Den Mother Wolf in Tonya to watch over me. Gracias, Big T! Feedback is MOST welcome, and I look forward to it. I like doing POV's, even more so if they are from characters that aren't often featured. I think that Megan is my favourite character, because I can sympathise with her feelings of being out of place. As a professional firefighter, I know how it feels to come into a new place, filled with guys. And how it feels trying to cope. Lets just say the basis of this story comes from personal experience, but that it came out okay in the end.
Disclaimer: I do not have rights to the guys from The Sentinel. Despite this I still feel they would be so much better off with my four cats, my Rottweiler/Boxer cross Rex, and myself. If you sue me, you can have the one cat, Monster, and bathe him and pay for his flea medication. It's your choice, Pet Fly.
Special Thanx Go 2: Wolfpup for doing such an amazingly quick beta turn-around. One night. I must say that I'm throughly impressed! Thanks also to my regular beta Shallan, for inspiring me and being my Nudge. I hope that work eases up on ya soon, Rona! May Spirit bless you both, and heap upon you many blessings and much happiness!
Anna Rennie-Clark
I really must say, that for holding the title of Observer, Sandy is rather dense. I've been sending him signal after signal, clues a-plenty, and everything else in between. Blair is a great man, he truly is, and no one is happier that he's alive and back at the station than I am. With the exception of Jim, perhaps. Yet I find myself getting rather angry at him.
Speaking of Jim, being the great Sentinel that he is, he is quite well aware of what I'm trying to do. He's strongly discouraging me, saying that I might hurt his Guide. With everything that's happened because of Alex Barnes, Blair might never trust women again. I think this was rather harsh of Jim to say, but he may very well have a very valid point. That bitch changed him, ripped away a part of his soul. The light in his eyes is different now, though the bounce in his step is still relatively the same.
This is starting to wear on me, starting to make me dread going to work. I'm also starting to wonder what in the world has happened to my communication skills. Maybe I should just come right out and tell Blair that I'm not interested! Flat out, plain old, one hundred and ten percent, not interested in him!
If Blair flirts with me one more time, I swear that I'll smack him right upside the....
Megan quickly slammed her journal shut when she saw Blair approaching out of the corner of her eye, a sickly sweet smile on his face.
'Here we go again!'
Straightening her face, Megan turned to Blair. "Sandy! How are you doing today?" she asked, face beaming.
THE END