Title: untitled

Author: Angela

Fandom: The Sentinel

Pairing: Jim/Blair

Rating: PG

Status: Complete

Archive: Yes please

Feedback: Yes

Series/Sequel: if you want any

Disclaimers: They aren’t mine. Petfly and UPN own them

Summary: A look at Jim and Blair’s relationship through Jim’s eyes

Warnings: none that I know of

Notes: I like Blair as an anthropologist and I have, to keep with canon in some way, Blair as a consultant to the police department

"Oh, BlairyWairy."

"BlairyWairy?, Jim. Are you on something, man?," I ask my ever buff lover. "What do you need? I don’t have a lot of time."

Jim just looks at me when I say this. I kinda wonder if my comment made in jest was thought to be serious. Who knows with this Sentinel? As much as I love the big guy he can be just down right annoying or something close to it.

"You, my love, haven’t had time for much of anything this week. Me, the station, the baby." Jim counts off everything on his fingers.

I look sharply at him and he just smiles at me. I grin thinking I am about to be hit over the head with some Ellison zone thing, house rule, or even some life altering suggestion Jim style. Who be it for me to stop the love of my life. Ok, I just wonder if he is going to bring out the picture. The picture being the one of our one year-old son doing the puppy dog eyes look that Jim blames me for. I do not have that same look. Far be it for be to argue with Mr. I am always right Ellison.

"Ok, Jim. What’s up? Did I leave without cleaning or something?" I ask.

Smiling Jim just looks at me. I don’t get it. The man can be infuriating. I still don’t get what he wants me to. Ok this is not going to be very easy. He crooks his finger at me and just keeps that smile on his face. I can’t help it. I go for him, but he stops me before I can either kiss or fondle

him. He takes my hand and leads me to Brennan’s bedroom. He opens the door and just stands there. He looks at me with eyebrow raised and a question in his blue eyes. Well, looks like a room for an infant boy. Yea, that’s it. Jim wants me to see that. Nope not that. I look again. There is

something definitely wrong here. I look up at my husband for the answer and he just shakes his head.

"You must not have time for day care either, Chief."

"Day Care?" I squeak.

And then it hits me upside the head. Brennan, our little bundle of joy. I start to panic. I had forgotten it was my day to get him from day care. Oh no, Jim is upset. But when I look at him I see nothing there to tell me what his emotions are. I look around thinking that maybe the day care had called Jim and he had went and picked up the baby. Sure enough one pair of blue eyes peeked at me and I sighed with relief.

"I’m sorry, man. I didn’t mean…" Jim stops me with a raised hand.

"That’s alright. The day care called and I went and picked up Bren. Just don’t forget the next time, huh." Jim says.

He smiles and goes over to pick up our perfect little boy. Ok, so he is not all perfect but Jim and I think he is. We had wanted children from the beginning of our relationship. We talked and wanted to explore all our options. One option that was too good to be true we had thought was a surrogate. Jim had a friend that knew a woman that was willing to be a surrogate for us. This woman had already had several children and didn’t want anymore, but she knew that couples like Jim and I would like to have children so she had volunteered as a surrogate if anyone had needed

one. So when this chance came along we took it. We had discussed whose sperm we would use. And it seemed every time we would discuss it we would end up fighting. So Jim’s friend comes up with a solution for us. Use both of our frozen sperm so that way there would be a little Jim and a little Blair. We both liked that idea and discussed it with the surrogate and she approved of the plan. First would be Jim and then in a year or two we would use my sperm. Well, its about that time now to have another baby, Jim wants to wait a couple more months so that the baby’s will be at least 15 months to 2 years apart. I have to agree with him. This time though I want a little girl. I told Jim and he just chuckled and said all boys, Chief. I just smiled at him and went on. My little one toddles over to receive hugs and kisses from Papa. I give him what he wants and then he is off for a game of romping with his daddy. Boy, watching those two makes me tired. I am a little tired these days. Jim is right, too, about me forgetting about him, the station and our little angel. I don’t mean to but being one of the top Anthropology professors at Rainier has kept me quite busy. I am getting ready to go off on an expedition this summer. Jim doesn’t like it but understands that with being a full professor comes the other stuff like expeditions and more or less expeditions. I sniff and look at the two boys playing in the living room. I guess everything is all right in the

Ellison-Sandburg household for tonight.

"Jim?"

"Yeah, Chief. What can I do for you."

A smirky Sentinel is not always a good Sentinel. I give my impossible husband a dirty look and go back to packing. Jim, I know, is patiently waiting for me to continue. I’ll let him suffer for a little while longer. I hear him walk the short distance to the kitchen and I know then that he wasn’t that patient with me.

"Ok, man, I give. Have you seen my boots, gloves and utensils."

"Utensils?" I get from the frig.

"Yes, love, my dig utensils."

"Check the baby’s room. You know how he likes to carry your things off." Jim smirks.

I can’t help it. I stick my tongue out at him. And wouldn’t you know it Brennan has carried off the dig utensils that I need. We have tried to keep all those things away from the little boy but it seems that he just finds it. I shrug as I join the two in the dining room for breakfast.

"Jim, what’s Simon going to do about my consulting this summer." I ask the ever intrepid Sentinel.

"He didn’t say. He’ll think of something."

There’s that smirk again. Jim and Simon are up to something. I know it. I can smell it a mile away and I’m not the Sentinel. I look at my husband warily and the wheels in my head start to turn. The smirk is still on Jim’s face as he puts away the dishes and gets Brennan ready for day care. I

almost ask him what’s up but decide not to. I don’t think I want to know anyway. Jim is kinda sweet when he smirks. I look at him again and the smirk is gone. By this time Jim and the baby are ready to leave and he is looking at me expectedly. I go to them and give both my guys a kiss and hug for the day. After they leave I resume my packing for my trip. I check every thing to make sure I have got what I need. Checking the time shows me that I have to get to the University for my first student conference. Maybe I’ll learn from Jim to be more prepared. This thinking as I tear through the apartment looking for all my student’s work and class lectures. I am out the door or so I thought. I forgot my keys. Back into the loft get keys and finally leave.

"Hey Chiefy. The big guy and I would like your undivided attention." Jim called.

I looked at my handsome husband and wondered where all these cutesy names were coming from. Bren giggled at his daddy and went back to wrecking his block towers that Jim would make for him. I stared at him long and hard. I wondered if the big goon was up to something. If he was it was to get me to spend more time with him and our son. I can see why he would do that. He

couldn’t go on the expedition and I couldn’t stay at home. I needed to go on this dig.

"Alright, I’ll spare a few minutes for ya’ll."

"How about a few hours, Sandburg." Jim says this quite testily.

"Don’t get testy with me, James" I shout.

Jim looked at me throough half lidded eyes and I knew I had said the wrong thing. He quickly grabbed our little boy taking him in the nursery and putting him to bed. The Sentinel of my life stalked towards me like a panther would his prey. And I knew I was in big trouble. Jim had never in all the years that we have been together had looked so angry. I backed off and tried a stammering apology to the man before me. It didn’t work he just kept coming. And then the half smile half sneer came out. I am in big trouble.

"Blair, I know that this expedition is important to you. All that I ask of you is to spend a little time with your fam;ily before you leave. Is that too much to ask. If it is I can always move you to the couch." Jim calmly recited.

I looked at Jim in astonishment. He had never in all the times that I prepared to go on a expedition asked me to spend any time with him. He never had to. I always found time for him. I don’t know why this particular dig has gotten the love of my life so upset. I turn and look at him and smile my

most winning smile hoping to melt him and maybe not to continue this beginning argument. I reached for Jim and he just shrugged me off.

"Ok." I thought. "This is not going to be easy."

Jim stalked away towards the linen closet where we keep all the bedding. I knew then that I wouldn’t be in the same bed and have the Sentinel hold me all night. This meant, too, that the argument was not being let go. I contemplated why the expedition was so important to me and the

significance of what Jim had just told me. The light bulb went on. I didn’t want to leave Jim with him thinking that I didn’t love him. I watched while my husband made up the couch for me. I just couldn’t for some reason stop him from doing this. It was like I was looking through someone else’s eyes and not my own. Poor Jim and Brennan. I really hadn’t been spending a lot of time

with either of them. And I know that our friends at the station were probably wondering if I was still alive. I chuckled at this and Jim glares at me. I am still in trouble with my beloved. I try my most winning smile on him. It doesn’t work. The glare just gets harder and deeper.

"Jim, I’m sorry. I know this is hard but this particular expidition is important to my research and career." I apologized.

"Really, Sandbug, do the baby and I rate second to you. Are we not important anymore? If you want out. Get out. If you don’t want out think over where you want to be aand who you want to be with." He angrily declared.

At that Jim stalked off upstairs and I was left standing in the middle of our living room wondering when everything went wrong. I looked up towards the bedroom I shared with Jim and tossed the idea around of going up to continue this discussion. I was not going to let it turn into a argument.

But it seems Jim has other ideas. I pressed my hand to my forehead and went to the couch. Maybe it was best to just sleep down here tonight and try to talk to my husband in the morning.

Morning came and went and Jim not talking to me. I tried several times to draw him out but he was having none of it. I even tried calling him at the station and all I got was terse replies to my questions. That right there did it for me. I headed to the station after telling my secretary that I

would be out for the rest of the day.

"James Ellison." I almost shout.

The Sentinel raised his head at his name and scowled at me. He turned away from me and ignored my own glare I was giving him. Alright two can play at this game. I didn’t like to bring our problems into the work place but sometimes you just had to play dirty.

"I’ll tell Simon."

"You’ll tell Simon what. That you don’t want a family anymore. That your career is more important than me and Brennan." Jim’s voice was fast approaching shouting.

Several of our friends knew something was wrong just by watching both of our body language. I cocked my eyebrow at him and nodded towards the conference room. He just ingnored me. This was going to be hard. I didn’t mean to spend so much time on this expeditions preparations but things happen. Yeah, I know Jim and I had a agreement but sometimes things just happen. I look

at the Sentinel and wonder if this argument is going to be long lasting even when I leave for South America.

"Jim, please, let’s talk. I don’t want to leave with us arguing." I pleaded.

"No, Sandburg. Just go."

I turn to leave like he asked and then look back at him. I feel like he is kicking me out of his life and maybe just maybe the loft too. Jim’s right. I have spent too little time with my family. I need to make more time for them before I go. If I do maybe this will show Jim just how important him

and the baby are to me. I return to the University and contact towo of the other professors for some favors that they owe me. I am seriously going to make this up to my family. Jim hads tomorrow off and I am going to make a effort to spend time with him and our son. After preparations for tomorrow are made I head to the market for picnic fixings for tomorrow. My plans include the park and some fun. I hope both my guys like this especially Jim.

"Hey Jim." I say when he comes through the door that night.

He ignores me and goes to where Brennan is playing in the living room. I watch the two of them and smile. Jim is a great father. I love to watch him with the baby. Jim looks at me and frowns. Uh Oh he doesn’t like that. I turn back to dinner preparations. After dinner is fixed I call them to dinner. Jim continues to ignore me. He picks the baby up and gets both of their jackets and then leaves the loft. I stand there in wonder and awe. Jim is really serious. I have really got to talk to him before I leave. I’m thinking that maybe I need to cancel this trip. I just don’t want to leave things as they are. I eat dinner and then put away what’s left over. Jim can have some as soon as he gets back.

I look up as I here the giggling of our son. I have a ready smile for both Jim and the baby when they come through the door. The smile leaves my face as soon as they come through the door. Jim’s face still shows his anger. He doesn’t want me here. I couldn’t blame him but we can work this out, can’t we?

"Jim, please." I say and raise a hand to stop his movements.

He glares and continues to put Brennan to bed. I know he is trying to ignore the fact that I am still in the loft. He goes downstairs and returns with some boxes. I look at them in shock.

"You have a week."

"But, Jim, let’s work this out."

"No! Don’t you get it. You put your work first instead of us. These last several weeks even months you haven’t been anywhere near the station, we haven’t made love at all, we don’t share anything anymore and Brennan has cried because his Poppy hasn’t been around for him. Hell, I have even cried because you aren’t around for me or that little boy. No, Sandburg, you have a week." Jim shouts.

With that he turns and goes upstairs to our bedroom. While I stand there in a state of shock all my clothes are thrown over the railing into the living room. Jim’s face appears over the railing and he gives me a look that says just try to come up here. I sit on the floor contemplating what I have just

done. I have destroyed what meant the most to me. No, I don’t get "it" as Jim so eloquently put it. Ok, maybe I do and just don’t want to see it. I love Jim. I love Brennan.

To be continued by adopting author.....