Disclaimer: They are not mine. They still belong to Pet Fly, Paramount and Sci-fi. But when I win the lottery, I have high hopes.
Thanks to Zerena and Kim for editing for me. Any remaining errors are mine.
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Performed by Wynona
Written by Diane Warren
Courtesy of Curb/Universal
Blair pulled out of the university parking lot, frustrated and angry. His mother had done it again. She had meant well, but when she had burst into the Chancellor's office with Sid and that pack of reporters, he had wanted to wring her neck.
For the first time that he could remember, he was at a loss for words. Usually he could obfuscate himself out of any situation. This time, his nimble wits had failed him. The words "No Comment" quickly came out of his mouth to the reporters, as he fled the Chancellor's office. His mother, well, he would deal with her later.
He turned on the radio in his car, try to clear his head, distract him from a situation that was rapidly escalating completely out of his control. He heard a new song start to play. A song he didn't recognize but the words spoke to his heart and to his soul.
We all want to make our place in this world
We all want our voices to be heard.
Everyone wants a chance to be someone
We all have dreams we need to dream
But sweeter than any star you can reach
Is when you reach and find you've found someone.
Everything he had ever wanted was now within his reach. He had found his Sentinel, the one person he had searched for all his life. He had finally completed his dissertation, four years of his life dedicated to the pursuit of collecting and analyzing data concerning the abilities of his Sentinel.
Rainier, like most universities, subscribed to the theory of publish or perish. This dissertation would turn the anthropological world on its ear. His academic reputation would be made. Most of his classmates had scoffed at Burton's theories, consider him a fool for pursing the idea. More than one of his professors had tried to talk him out of his thesis topic. Now he would be vindicated, in the eyes of his classmates and the academic world.
He remembered how he felt when Jim Ellison tracked him down at the University all those years ago. It is kind of hard to forget tackling someone twice your size, to keep them from being run over by a garbage truck. But at the time, he believed that when he had found his Sentinel, he had reached his star.
You'll hold this world's most priceless thing
The greatest gift this life can bring
If you can look back and know
You were loved.
But Jim wasn't only a Sentinel. He was so much more. He was the big brother Blair had longed for as kid, to protect him in the schoolyards when his mouth ran ahead of his intellect. He was his best friend. Jim was the kind of friend who would come get you in the middle of the night when your car broke down. The kind of friend you knew would come running when you have been busted by the feds for attempting to pass counterfeit bills, even if it was 2 AM.
He remembered the fishing trip that he, Jim and Simon had taken. Sure, the poachers had ruined the trip, but Jim had been there to teach him to fly cast. Most importantly, Jim was his Blessed Protector. The case with Lash proved that beyond a shadow of a doubt.
You were loved by someone
Touched by someone
Held by someone
Meant something to someone
Loved somebody
Touched somebody's heart along the way
You can look back and say
You were loved.
They were partners, equals. Each man had their good and bad days, their good and bad moods. Jim had been his rock when Sweet Roy had been murdered. He had also covered for Blair about the withholding of evidence during the case with Orville Wallace.
Blair had steadied Jim's world when Incacha had died in their living room. Blair had taught him how to control his senses, had become his anchor. They only got in trouble when both men hit lows at the same time, like when Alex had come to town. Errors in judgement had been made on both sides during that incident.
Trust did not come easy for either man. Each man had to fight the battle within everyday to avoid repeating old familiar patterns. Blair's pattern was to run from long-term commitment. The loft had been his home longer than any other place he could remember. Jim's pattern was to hurt others before they could hurt him. His mother had abandoned him, and his father considered him a freak. Both men had been damaged by their respective childhood. Blair's family had never provided the stability he had needed. Jim's family had never shown him the love he had required.
You can have diamonds in your hand
Have all the riches in the land
Without love do you really have a thing
When someone cares that you're alive
When someone finds their world in your eyes
Then you'll know you've found all you need
You'll hold this world's most priceless prize,
The sweetest treasure in this life
If you can look back and know
You were loved.
What were a three quarters of a million-dollar advance and a nomination for the noble prize to him? These weren't the kind of riches that Blair had ever cared about in his life. Blair knew where his brass ring lay, and he knew what he had to do. It would hurt. It was a painful process to sacrifice one's childhood dreams. But what was a dream compared to the treasure he already possessed. Money couldn't buy what Blair knew he valued most in life.
So many roads that you can take
Whatever way you go
Don't take that road alone
Better you should know.
As Blair stood in the bullpen, surrounded by his friends, he knew the press conference he had called had been the right decision. He didn't know what would happen next, if attending the police academy were really the right move for him. But whatever he decided, he knew he wouldn't be alone. In addition to Jim and his mom, he had Simon, Megan, Joel, Rafe and Brown. They would all be there for him. He knew that now. No matter what decision he finally made, he wouldn't have to face its consequences alone.
You were loved by someone
Touched by someone
Held by someone
Meant something to someone
Loved somebody
Touched somebody's heart along the way
You can look back and say
You did OK
You were loved.
He had left the celebration at the bullpen early. He had been overwhelmed by what his friends at Major Crimes had done for him. Jim seemed to realize Blair had needed some privacy to "process" everything and had let him go alone.
As Blair pulled his car into the lot at 852 Prospect, he knew everything would be all right now. He had done OK. Events at Major Crimes had proved that. They had fought to keep their "observer" part of their team. They still believed in him, in their eyes, he wasn't a fraud. It no longer mattered what the rest of the world thought.
So remember to tell that one
You are loved.
Blair looked up at the balcony of Apartment 307. A smile lit his face. He saw his Sentinel on the balcony, standing watch over the Great City, waiting for his guide to return safely to his side. Blair knew where he belonged. It didn't matter what title the outside world bestowed upon him. He was Guide to the Sentinel and Shaman of the Great City. Nothing else mattered. He hurried inside. He had something to tell Jim.
The End