The Sentinel Fan Fic

[Rowan]

Ten Sentinel Fan Fic

Okay, TS writers, here's you won special place. Pass it on.

 

[Highlander II]

okay - stupid fic is at home - i'll have to post if from there - thought i had it at work --- oops -- don't --- <sigh> ---

 

[Rowan]

S'okay

With the way I'm operating today ... as you can tell by the *BIG* spelling error, it's one of those. I'll give you the only TS I've done so far. I'm on the yahoogroups TS Angst list and you have bimonthly dues. This was my first. It's companion piece from Blair is in the works.

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"You Don't Want Me"
Rowan [Jari L. James]
A piece of internal dialog set around the first 6-8 months of the
relationship from Jim's PoV. Not meant to be taken as slash.

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You don't want me. Trust me in this one, Chief. I'm not the one you want as your friend, your best bud, your pal. You're just attracted to the wonder of finding your long lost Sentinel, that's all. You've got this deep, down need to be needed, to help and you've got this thing in your head that's telling you have to stay right here with me and take a part of whatever life dishes out on my plate. You think you deserve a part of the hurt, the pain, the
loss that comes with being a cop. Maybe more so, because I'm the Sentinel of the Great City and you are my Shaman.

Bull sh*t. You don't deserve any of the hurt you've already had happen to you doing your time in 'the School of Hard Knocks' and you sure as hell don't deserve any of the things that have happened to you since we started this 'partnership' so many months ago.

Blair, the stories you tell and the way you tell them brings the world outside these cold brick walls to life. It's a life rich of discovery and full of sharing newfound knowledge with others crave it. There are those who'd sit at your feet all day long to hear you tell it them tales you've learned from people all over this Earth. Why would you want to give all that up for a broken down old cop like me? A whole life ahead of you and you stand there, rain washed sky blue eyes striking deep into my soul telling me
that here is where you want to be. Will always be. By my side when I need you.

Oh, God... need. Coming up here on the big 'Four Oh'. 40-some years of life and the world makes less sense now than it ever did. I haven't needed anyone for years. I didn't need Carolyn if I want to face the cold harsh truth of it all. Yet how have I come to find myself needing you? Wanting you so close to me we might as well be grafted together at the hip. Close so I know where you are, so I can watch out for you, keep you safe.

Your 'Blessed Protector'. A family of choice, not chance. Brothers of heart, not blood.

All the off-the-wall names I've ended up with for you. 'Darwin', 'Chief'', 'Professor'. Did you know I never had a pet name for Caroline? My own wife and I wasn't comfortable enough with her to let myself relax around her the way I do around you.

You've made an empty room a home. An empty life something worth living again. And what have I done to replay you for all of this? It's safer away for you away from me. Caught up in the false feeling of safety and security you think you have here. but you're life is more important than mine. Always has been, always will be even if I'm just now figuring this out. I pulled you into my world. Made you a target.

God, it would hurt me to see you go, but if being with me cost you your life, I'd die a bit more every day until there was nothing left and then I'd join you. You're my Guide. My Shaman. My heart and soul and spirit. My friend. The best any man could ever hope to have at his side ... or his back.

You're my partner with all that means.

What's worse: the despair of a Sentinel losing his Guide? Or a friend losing his best friend?

Or both?

You don't want me, Blair. In your career, in your life, in your heart. It's not safe and it'll never be safe and you deserve a lot better than what you've gotten from me and the world around me in the past. But it's too late for me to make that choice, Chief. 'Way too late.

Because, God help me, I've already let you into mine.

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[Highlander II]

yeah - saw your typo -- can padders fix that??
(i have days like that too -- don't feel bad)

i like the story ---- it's one of those - go inside Jim's head things - b/c he would never admit any of that out loud - he's not the type -- same w/ Jack actually - Jack would never 'reveal' his feelings like that -- (see ep "Divide and Conquer" -- was really tough for him there) --- i like Ellison -- him i can write -- i have problems w/ Blair - same type i have w/ Carter -- man - these scientist people give me a hard time -- what is w/ that???

 

[Rowan]

Inside Head PoV

First piece of Gate fic I did was an introspective like this between Jack and Daniel, but deff. slash. I enjoy trying to get in heads. Probably why I can't see getting a degree in arch if I don't get one in anthro also.

How can I figure out what a a piece of something was without trying to see where it fit in in people's lives...

 

[Highlander II]

did you read my SG-1 piece in the fanfic forum? it's 2nd person from Jack's POV - talk about getting inside someone's head! 2nd person is a bit of a challenge - and my advice is - unless you can do both 1st and 3rd - don't try 2nd -- it's way harder (yeah, that's a techinical term!) -- and will make you dizzy! but it's a lot of fun! it's kind of like writing a choose-your-own-adventure w/ no choices ---


yeah - i think arch and anthro go well together -- they are, to a degree, mutually exclusive, but what archaeologist would not want to know 'how' something they just dug up was used?

just my take on it ---

 

[Rowan]

Fic from HII

No, I must have missed. About *when* did you post it and/or the name and I'll go on walkies and look.

And you are *so* right..... 2nd person is .... challenging.

 

[Highlander II]

the thread is titled "That Darned Arrow" (actual story title is "That Damned Arrow")

it should be near the top of the 2nd page --- i posted it about 2 weeks ago (?) last friday in June maybe -- or the last Monday in June --- something like that --- it shouldn't be buried too far in --

that was the 1st SG-1 story i finished --

the 2nd one will be going up as part of the L&O 'zine -- response to a story challenge -- (kinda corny and a little choppy - and semi- unfinished b/c of the restrictions in the challenge - however - i can always go back and 'finish' it later!)

haven't searched for my Sentinel piece yet - gotta grap that this weekend - and i'll post it ---- promise!

 

[Rowan]

Fic

I'll go looking.

 

[Rowan]

Question???

HII, any idea which thread it's on in Fan fic?

 

[Highlander II]

http://www.ascifi.com/forums/showthread.php?s=&threadid=5575



that should be it ----

server here has been fussy - so everything is really slow --- but that should get you there!!

have fun!

 

[Highlander II]

i cannot find that fic i was telling you about - the one from the POV of Jim's Gun - i have no idea where it is ---
i'll have to dig around again once i get all my stuff moved back to my parent's house and have stuff better organized --- it's kinda all over everywhere right now and in boxes and stuff --- it SHOULD BE on my compy at home somewhere - but i can't find it - and man - that really sucks -----

oh well --- if i ever get "The Wrong Man" finished i'll put that up at Clan MacSlow -- (it's WAY too big to post here - it's huge!)

here's the basic premise -- (it's a Sentinel/Pretender x-over) - Jarod is a true crime novelist and stumbles upon this odd case in Cascade, Washington (but, Jarod doesn't come into the story for a long time - like not until about 2/3 of the way in) -- and Jim is trying to solve this crime and is having a rough go of it -- it's pretty much 'novel' length -- it's written like a true crime story -

but - it's in a 'rewrite' process at the moment -- (gotta fill some plot dips and iron out some bumps) -- then it's gotta get edited - oh man - that's gonna take a while -----

 

[Highlander II]

I FOUND IT!!

Hey - i found that story i was looking for -- tentatively titled: Jim's Gun (tho i don't like that title - gotta come up w/ something else)

Title: (i'm gonna go w/ currently untitled)
Rating: PG-13 - there's some language



Man, what a day. We were everywhere -- a robbery on Park, a murder down by the river, and several other little things around town. This was not our usual day, we were very busy, but finally, we made it back home, both of us, in one piece.

The loft is comfortable and safe and warm. It's wonderful.

Jim is great, no, he's the best. Most days. It's about time he put me back on the table by his bed so he can go to sleep. No, i'm not his wallet, or the condom inside it -- yeah right, he's not fourteen, he doesn't carry those in his wallet anymore. I have a more important function -- I am his service weapon. Yeah, that's right, the shiny .9mm that puts fear into the hearts of even the most hardened criminals.

Anyway, today was tough. I think I was dropped about eight times, six of those were on purpose -- you know, that 'drop your weapon' line -- the other two, Jim dropped me. I couldn't believe it! He never does that, and today, twice. His mind must have been on something else. And, at least it didn't cost us a suspect or anything. Come to think of it, Sandburg may have had something to do with it; he was around and yelling at Jim about something, then Jim dropped me. Anthropolgists -- they just don't get it.

Dropped, okay, I deal with my share of hitting the dirt, but this 'kick it over to me' sh*t? That's got to stop. It scratches the chrome and gives me a headache. And why do people always step on the gun? I mean we appreciate the raised foot for the stop so we don't go careening into hard walls, but there is no need to stand on us.

Okay, enough of my bad day. It wasn't all bad, really. I spend most of my days fixed securely to Jim's back, resting comfortably in my handy-dandy holster. And, if I'm not there, I'm nestled firmly in Jim's hand. He's great with this whole gun thing, someone taught him a thing or two about the proper way to hold and handle a weapon.



(that's all i wrote - it was done pretty quickly - and i'm sure it could go further -- but was just an idea i had one day)