(SV) The Sentinel: Good-bye (AU, death)
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Spoilers: Season finale [Jeri Ryan guests as second sentinel, what was that damn title?] Alternate universe, Blair dies.
keywords: character death {Blair, Jim}
Good-Bye
by SV
Simon Banks slammed through the swinging doors and into the emergency room proper.
"Ellison!" Came the demand.
A random nurse pointed him off to the left, where an intern in scrubs was already heading him off. She wore a nametag that said 'Yu'.
"Jim Ellison!" Then he flashed i.d. "I'm Captain Simon Banks, Cascade PD."
Yu shook her head. "I'm sorry, Captain."
Jim was looking up at the stars, breathing in the scents of the city at night. Arms spread wide open, embracing it all, embracing the world, embracing Blair. It was time to go home.
"Blair". And he dove. Perfect form, perfect control, the last gesture he would ever make. Cleaving neatly downward.
"I'm afraid it looks like -- "
"Suicide?"
Nod.
"Damn it, Jim!" He turned and ran his hands over his head. "How could you do this to me?" But he knew the answer already. Jim had said it himself.
"I'm dead already, Simon." Looking at his hands as if already moldy and grey. "It's just a matter of timing."
Simon had cursed at him, trying to kickstart some interest, in anything, even in investigating his partner's death. There had been nothing, barely a sound, barely an independent flicker, after that last anguished howl, when the paramedics had stopped working on Blair.
He known pretty quickly they'd need a suicide watch. No shortage of volunteers, and no shortage for the investigation either. Everyone had genuinely liked Blair Sandburg. He was funny, charming, and refreshingly non-cynical. Bright as all hell.
So Jim had eluded them, hunting some trail, some scent of Blair they couldn't follow. Gone gently into that good night, to be with his partner.
"Captain?" Yu laid a kind hand on his arm. "Why don't you have a seat here for a little while? I'll be just down the hall."
"I want post-mortem results as soon as possible."
"All right."
"I mean it." Threatening.
The hint of condecension dropped immediately. "All right."
"I don't understand."
"Neither do we, Simon." The ME looked increasingly frustrated. "That man has been dead for several days. Someone threw his corpse off a building. Disgusting but true."
"That's impossible."
"You keep saying that, but all I can tell you is what we _know_. I _know_ time of death can be off by half a day in some instances, but Captain, you're suggesting we're off by 3 or 4, and it's simply out of the question."
"Are you telling me that man has been dead for 4 days?"
"Yes."
Banks paced back and forth in his office, waiting for the answer. Waiting for Ellison and Sandburg to burst in with a solution. They didn't come. It was that simple realization that finally broke him down, that followed him down to his car and drove over to the loft with him.
Broke in, deftly.
Banks sat on a couch that smelled like Blair Sandburg, like Jim Ellison, and just _breathed_. Quietly. Eyes shut. Inhale. Exhale. Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.
** For Godot? Sorry, man. Guess this isn't the time for humor. **
"Sandburg!"
** Give him a break, Chief. **
"Jim. Sandburg. I --"
** We love you, man, but we just couldn't be apart. **
** Blair's right, Captain. I just couldn't wait. **
"You didn't. You were dead when Blair --"
** Yeah, I know. Told you it was just a matter of timing. **
"Did you know this might happen?"
** You mean some Sentinal-Guide thing? No. **
** Simon, will you do me a favor? **
"Of course."
** Hold onto all my notes and stuff, bequeath them to the U or something,
wouldja'? Don't let Naomi burn 'em or anything, please? **
"Sure, Blair, I can do that."
** Well. Have a nice life, Captain. **
** I guess this is good-bye. **
"Have a nice afterlife, guys."
** grins **
Simon opened his eyes, looking slowly around the loft. Then stood and headed for Blair's room, to fetch his papers. "Good-bye", he muttered.
** Good-bye **
REPRINTED BY PERMISSION
Spoilers: Season finale [Jeri Ryan guests as second sentinel, what was that damn title?] Alternate universe, Blair dies.
keywords: character death {Blair, Jim}
Good-Bye
by SV
Simon Banks slammed through the swinging doors and into the emergency room proper.
"Ellison!" Came the demand.
A random nurse pointed him off to the left, where an intern in scrubs was already heading him off. She wore a nametag that said 'Yu'.
"Jim Ellison!" Then he flashed i.d. "I'm Captain Simon Banks, Cascade PD."
Yu shook her head. "I'm sorry, Captain."
Jim was looking up at the stars, breathing in the scents of the city at night. Arms spread wide open, embracing it all, embracing the world, embracing Blair. It was time to go home.
"Blair". And he dove. Perfect form, perfect control, the last gesture he would ever make. Cleaving neatly downward.
"I'm afraid it looks like -- "
"Suicide?"
Nod.
"Damn it, Jim!" He turned and ran his hands over his head. "How could you do this to me?" But he knew the answer already. Jim had said it himself.
"I'm dead already, Simon." Looking at his hands as if already moldy and grey. "It's just a matter of timing."
Simon had cursed at him, trying to kickstart some interest, in anything, even in investigating his partner's death. There had been nothing, barely a sound, barely an independent flicker, after that last anguished howl, when the paramedics had stopped working on Blair.
He known pretty quickly they'd need a suicide watch. No shortage of volunteers, and no shortage for the investigation either. Everyone had genuinely liked Blair Sandburg. He was funny, charming, and refreshingly non-cynical. Bright as all hell.
So Jim had eluded them, hunting some trail, some scent of Blair they couldn't follow. Gone gently into that good night, to be with his partner.
"Captain?" Yu laid a kind hand on his arm. "Why don't you have a seat here for a little while? I'll be just down the hall."
"I want post-mortem results as soon as possible."
"All right."
"I mean it." Threatening.
The hint of condecension dropped immediately. "All right."
"I don't understand."
"Neither do we, Simon." The ME looked increasingly frustrated. "That man has been dead for several days. Someone threw his corpse off a building. Disgusting but true."
"That's impossible."
"You keep saying that, but all I can tell you is what we _know_. I _know_ time of death can be off by half a day in some instances, but Captain, you're suggesting we're off by 3 or 4, and it's simply out of the question."
"Are you telling me that man has been dead for 4 days?"
"Yes."
Banks paced back and forth in his office, waiting for the answer. Waiting for Ellison and Sandburg to burst in with a solution. They didn't come. It was that simple realization that finally broke him down, that followed him down to his car and drove over to the loft with him.
Broke in, deftly.
Banks sat on a couch that smelled like Blair Sandburg, like Jim Ellison, and just _breathed_. Quietly. Eyes shut. Inhale. Exhale. Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.
** For Godot? Sorry, man. Guess this isn't the time for humor. **
"Sandburg!"
** Give him a break, Chief. **
"Jim. Sandburg. I --"
** We love you, man, but we just couldn't be apart. **
** Blair's right, Captain. I just couldn't wait. **
"You didn't. You were dead when Blair --"
** Yeah, I know. Told you it was just a matter of timing. **
"Did you know this might happen?"
** You mean some Sentinal-Guide thing? No. **
** Simon, will you do me a favor? **
"Of course."
** Hold onto all my notes and stuff, bequeath them to the U or something,
wouldja'? Don't let Naomi burn 'em or anything, please? **
"Sure, Blair, I can do that."
** Well. Have a nice life, Captain. **
** I guess this is good-bye. **
"Have a nice afterlife, guys."
** grins **
Simon opened his eyes, looking slowly around the loft. Then stood and headed for Blair's room, to fetch his papers. "Good-bye", he muttered.
** Good-bye **