A Matter of Perspective (Sentinel story)
| Fanfiction | |
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| Title: | A Matter of Perspective |
| Author(s): | JET |
| Date(s): | 2000 |
| Length: | |
| Genre(s): | gen |
| Fandom(s): | The Sentinel |
| Relationship(s): | |
| External Links: | online here |
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A Matter of Perspective is a gen Sentinel story by JET.
It has a sequel called Second Strike which was in the zine Metamorphosis.
Excerpt
This story is an excellent example of smarm.
The last few paragraphs:
Reaching out, Jim drew Blair to him, enfolding him in his arms and drawing the coverlet around them both to shield them from the cool breeze. Ellison took a deep breath, letting go of the final, bitter traces of the past year. He felt Blair's chest rise and fall against his own as the younger man's breathing calmed, felt his steady heartbeat resound throughout his own body, and let the warmth of his partner fill his own heart with peace. This was what mattered, this friendship, this feeling, this contentment. Nothing was worth its sacrifice. Nothing ever would be.
Blair's arms automatically went around Jim's waist, accepting without hesitation the offered embrace. He turned his face into Jim's neck, burying himself totally in the warm, strong comfort of his sentinel. He had his degree at last. Jim was home. They were official partners now, and the connection between them shimmered and danced like a living, breathing entity. "Together," he whispered. His heart filled with such deep joy, he felt it would burst. Unable to contain the feelings any longer, he whispered fiercely, "I love you, Jim."
Jim tightened his arms around Blair in gratitude. His throat tightened, and his voice cracked unexpectedly. "Love you, too, Chief. No matter what's happened, there was never a moment that wasn't true. Please believe that."
He felt the slightest nod against his shoulder and neck, felt the lightest whisper of breath warm against his skin. "I never doubted that, Jim. Never. Why do you think I stuck around, huh?"
Jim closed his eyes, burying his face in the soft hair beneath his chin, then gently brushed the top of Blair's head with a kiss. So much had ended here today, but so much had just begun.
A new beginning. A new path lay before them, waiting for their first steps. But tonight...
Tonight there was the burnished silver of the full moon and the twinkle of the dancing stars. There was the touch of the gentle, caressing wind. Tonight there was time. Time to embrace what was most important in his arms, time to say everything or nothing, time to soak up the wonder of the miraculous gifts they had been given. Jim took a deep, shuddering breath and rubbed his cheek against the silken mahogany curls. His voice was rough with emotion. "Do me a favor, okay? Just stick around another lifetime or so, will you, Chief? Maybe that will be enough."
He felt Blair's quiet chuckle and answering nod against his neck, felt the warmth of Blair's soft lips press against his skin, and felt the strong, young arms tighten to pull him even closer.
No, Chief, it'll never be enough. But at least it will be a beginning.
Reactions and Reviews
This was good; a post TSbyBS making-it-right story. And it wasn't OTT or clichéd. I liked what Jim did, I liked the way he stood by honour, and then had a time apart to sort himself out, to find peace, to find the way ahead, to learn from his mistakes (at last), but not too easily to be believable. I liked what happened to Jim here! And it was also believable that Blair should grow anxious and uncertain, even though there was no need to be. [1]