|ANTRIM, BRENDA: "Surprise!"|
One day at the station, Blair gets the surprise of his life.
|Blair spat a leaf out of his mouth, prodded backward experimentally against the bulk blanketing him completely, and tried very hard to catch his breath. Where the hell had THAT come from? One minute he's typing up lecture notes while Jim catches up with some paperwork, the next minute his partner goes totally nonverbal, tosses him in the truck, takes him out into the middle of the rain forest and fucks him senseless. Then falls on top of him and tries his best to suffocate him.|
|Welcome to the Twilight Zone.|
|This is basically a PWP and
it's all about the fun. A very entertaining story,
it makes me smile every time I read it.
|ARISTIDE: "Fruit Of The Vine."|
Blair comes home one day to find a terrified woman fleeing from the loft and finds Jim zoned out with a mammoth erection.
|Jim was flat on his back in the middle of his bed, splayed out on rucked and twisted sheets while all the auxiliary bedding and pillows had been flung here and there on the floor. He looked like ground-zero in the aftermath of some kind of carnal detonation; he looked like a freeze-frame in an upscale porno film; he looked... weirdly alluring.|
|A story that deals with
Jim's senses and the problems it can bring to his sex
life. Lovely story from Blair's POV--very sweet and
|ARISTIDE: "Paying Silence."|
Blair and Jim come home dirty and tired from a hard day - and it happens again. And Blair knows he will pay for any pleasure he receives again and again--in a terrible silence that has become increasingly hard to bear.
|A horrible travesty of passion here—I'm straining back towards him, as far as I can get and still stay standing, and I swear to God I can feel him straining towards me; hurting to touch me so bad it's amazing his cock doesn't just rip free from his body and go for it—and here we push towards each other fiercely enough to spin the world off its axis and yet he's back there and he's in charge and he's not touching, not touching me; fucking a nonexistent ass while I fuck his nonexistent cock and then we come, his seed hot on my spine while mine jets over my chest, my chin, down into the flooding, pounding sink to whirl away and disappear into an empty, empty dark hole.|
|The edge of the sink is convenient and cool; a lovely, serviceable place for me to rest my head—if I have to throw up, once I get done with cursing me and him and the terrible, terrible silence; this is the place to do it. I can rest here and breathe, listen to my heart return from racket and roar to sad, thudding existence; rest easy and remember that I really am a good person and my life is mine and alone does not mean lonely.|
|This was Aristide's first
Sentinel story and her talent shows clearly in her
language and the depth of emotion that she manages to
produce in this rather dark story. It's told, rather
unusually for Aristide, from Blair's POV, and his bleak
desperation comes shining through the text. I loved
this story, despite the way it broke my heart. For
me, this is the flip-side of Jim's POV in "Shadows And
Light" - although this one is all shadow.
|ARISTIDE & MAIREAD TRISTE: "Shadows And Light."|
Jim comes home drunk and horny after an unsuccessful date and Blair offers to go for a walk while he masturbates - but Jim is appalled at the idea, and things spiral out of control from there.
|So unreal. Such a sharp knife between the halves of his life-- and it was like that, stuff of substance screaming at the cut, deep dark terrifying gash where he was afraid to look as things were splitting, rending, carving a fissure into something he'd always thought of as intact|
|Half of him had drifted away, locked tight into the suspended animation of waking, working, sleeping. It made him feel too light, too dizzy most of the time. He found himself glancing at his feet at odd moments, just to make sure they were really on the ground.|
|And the other half-- well, that was kind of innately perfect all by itself, wasn't it? Reward and penalty, all wrapped up in one convenient package; intrinsic. He touched Blair (a little). Blair touched himself (a lot). Blair caressed, seduced him with words and moans and beautiful, shivering ecstasy, and then Jim went away still full of need. It hurt, yes; it hurt all the time now. But still-- Jim found an unsuspected key to his existence in what he did, what he demanded of Blair; perfect and ideal and utterly transcendent for those few moments, seconds stolen right from the source of misery and made into something... eternal.|
|Afterwards, he paid. Sweet black denial and a face he could show to the world, clinging tight to that horrid, indispensable pain that never left him entirely anymore, a man who was nothing more than a vessel for want.|
|He was his own shadow. And his own source of reflected, refracted light.|
|And he dreamed, always, of kissing Blair. Always. And only that.|
|Aristide and Mairead Triste
are pseudonyms for the same author. Aristide's
stories are those on the lighter, sweeter side of the
spectrum, while Mairead Triste handles the darker side,
and when they write together, there are elements of both
on offer. This story deals with Jim's homophobic
reaction to his sexual attraction to Blair. The two
start a sexual relationship - Jim can't help himself - but
it's a fractured one as Jim struggles to accept that he
wants Blair in this way. This is a tough story in
many ways but it's well worth it as Mairead Triste
remorselssly shows us a darker side to Jim's nature, but
then Aristide lets us off the hook with a more hopeful
ending. And of course, the writing is fantastic.
Warning: the background for this story link is a bit disconcerting, but it was the only copy of the story I could find on-line.
|ARISTIDE: "Solitary Creatures."|
Jim watches Sandburg prance around the Police picnic with nubile twin teenage girls and smells his arousal. Afterwards, he removes splinters from Blair's thigh and is shocked when he notices Blair has an erection -- and admits it's because of him.
|"If this is working up to you telling me to leave, could we cut to the chase? I've been trying to be patient, but I know how you get when you're talking your way around something, and I don't think I can take it this time, okay?"|
|And in a sudden flash of insight, Jim saw the schism between them, whole and complete. The line between observer and participant fell away, and Jim saw his own limits clear, his own need for distance and the darkness that lay behind it. He winced—that need in him hurt Sandburg; Blair respected his need for distance although he didn't understand it, and consequently suffered the tortures of the unknown while he waited (so patiently!) for Jim to come around, to either confirm or dismiss the fear.|
|(Why do you let me? He wanted to ask, but he couldn't, because as deep as his sorrow ran over the pain he'd never meant to inflict, there was still a wall there, and the wall was there for a reason, dammit, and you don't just wake up one morning and decide that enough's enough, you're going to let almost forty years' worth of that shit go.|
|This is another story that
deals with a Jim who has to come to terms with the
surprising fact that he's switched tracks overnight from
het to gay, but it also has an added dimension dealing
with Jim's inately solitary nature. This story features a
Jim POV and also Bottom!Jim, a fairly rare beast and one
to be enjoyed as thoroughly as possible whenver he appears
<g>. Very hot sex scene, too, IMO.
Jim has to go undercover into a skinhead group.
|"Blair," I said. He stopped, instantly. Even his breath caught in his throat.|
|"What," he asked, cautiously.|
|"I'd rather trust you," he said, quietly.|
|"Trust me, too."|
|He nodded. I opened my eyes to look at him, and he stared back again. My mouth went dry, and it was a good thing he didn't have sentinel powers as well. My own heartbeat was spiking in my chest. Blair turned around and closed the door to his room, and I exhaled sharply. Breathing back in, I smelled it.|
|The scent of Blair's arousal.|
|This story has an
interesting plot and I especially like the relationship
that develops between Jim and Blair - it's a lovely
balance between schmoop and realism.
| BONE: "Bits And Pieces."
CROSSOVER with Highlander.
Duncan visits cascade where Methos is teaching at Rainier with Blair. He wants Methos to move to Seacouver to be with him but Methos is resisting the idea.
|He sighed and tried to reason with Duncan again. "Come on, Mac, you have to admit Cascade is a good compromise."|
|"I don’t want a compromise. I want you," Duncan said, his lower lip set mutinously. He hesitated for a minute, then said quietly, "But even when I have you, somehow I don’t. The only time I feel like you’re all there is when we’re…" He paused. "I think you only show me bits and pieces of yourself."|
|Methos glanced over at him again. "I thought you liked my bits and pieces," he said, striving for lightness.|
|"It’s not a joke, Methos," Duncan insisted.|
|A strained silence extended between them. No, it wasn’t a joke. Methos took his survival very seriously, and Duncan jeopardized that on so many levels. He’d drawn Methos out, forced a conscience on him, seduced him to feel again, tangled him in Duncan’s complicated life. And now he didn’t just want the bits and pieces—he wanted it all. But Methos wasn’t sure he still had it to give.|
|"What if that’s all I have to offer?" Methos asked.|
|Bone is a fabulous writer -
I haven't read a single story of hers that I haven't
enjoyed thoroughly. If you've been in fandom more
than five minutes, you should have heard of her and she's
on most decent rec pages for this fabdom. Her
writing is classic, brilliant Sentinel and she's
deservedly one of the most well-read writers in this
fandom. I'd follow her to any fandom - hell, I'd
read her laundry list, if she let me <g>. This
is an interesting story and I like the characterisations
of all four guys. I like the way the conflict
between Methos and Duncan is handled and the sex is pretty
hot, too. The Highlander storyline is the
central one, with Blair and Jim acting more as yentas who
help Methos and Duncan solve their dilemma - but that's
okay with me.
|BONE: "Exposing The Nape."|
Blair cuts his hair, exposing his nape, and Jim reacts.
|I'm sitting in a chair that's too big for me, a chair obviously designed for Army recruits and retired Marines; designed for men so busy defending their countries, and their cities, and their right to bear arms, that they haven't got the time to worry about their hair. I'm sitting in a chair, holding the arms so hard I think I'm leaving dents, and the only thing that's keeping me from bolting is the fact that Jim's right there, sitting directly in front of me, so I can see him the whole time.|
|This is very sweet, told
from alternating Jim and Blair first person POV's.
|BONE: "The Look."|
Jim meets Duncan at Joe’s bar.
|"Duncan MacLeod," he said.|
|"Jim Ellison," the stranger replied, putting a big warm hand inside Duncan's and giving it a firm shake. Not a ball-breaker, Duncan decided. Or at least he didn't feel a need to establish his masculinity with a bone-crushing handshake. Another sign of self-assurance, Duncan thought. Or disregard.|
|He looked down at their entwined hands. No, not disregard. He could practically feel currents leaping between them from their joined hands. He brought his eyes up to meet Jim's. Heat, where cold had been. Fire replacing ice. Whatever Duncan felt, the not-a-stranger-anymore felt it, too.|
|Told from Duncan's first
person POV, this fairly short story by the talented Bone
shows the so-called PWP format at its best – the sex
forwards the story and the characterisations with every
line. It may be short but this story packs a
powerful punch and captures the essence of both men
brilliantly. I will read anything by Bone, who is
another of my favourite authors.
|BONE: "Look Again."|
When Jim’s business in Seacouver is finished, he looks up Duncan again and takes him back to his hotel room.
|When he brings it over, I ask him if he's Joe, and he looks a little surprised, but nods. I put out my hand and say, "I'm Jim Ellison. I'm a friend of Duncan's. I was hoping he'd be here tonight."|
|Yeah, I know; that's not too subtle, but frankly, subtle's not how I'm feeling right now.|
|Joe looks me over and I can't begin to guess what kind of first impression I'm making. At the very least I'm clean, shaved, and in a decent shirt and khakis. Then he does something weird. He looks over at a red-headed kid down the bar and raises one eyebrow. The kid looks at me, then gives a tiny shake of his head. What's up with that?|
|This sequel is just as good
- if not better - than the original. This one is told from
Jim Ellison's first person POV.
|BONE & ARISTIDE: "Out Of Whack."|
While at a Chinese restaurant, Jim and Blair overhear some of Blair's ex-girlfriends discussing his sexual performances. At first Blair is chuffed but as time goes on he becomes increasingly dismayed at the implications.
|It had begun as fascination-- probably the same kind of thing, he had to admit, that drew people into the freak tent at the circus-- that a guy could come that often, and that fast, and not just once in awhile but night after night after night...well, if he hadn't heard it himself, he would have said it wasn't even possible. If it had been him, there'd be no way he'd even be able to walk the next day, much less zoom around like a tornado on crack.|
|This story is basically a
sex fest. I haven't read a story before or since
that was so funny and so full of such a variety of sex in
just the one story <g>. And it's Bone &
Aristide/Mairead Triste, which should be enough to
recommend it to anybody. Plus the title - in context
- makes me laugh, too.
|BONE: "The Reluctant Patient."|
Jim has hurt himself in the most embarrassing way on a case, Blair has to look after him, and Jim is a rotten patient.
|Ordinarily, I would enjoy the sight that greets me in the bathroom. It's a three-quarters naked Jim Ellison, and that's a whole half more than he even needs to have naked to reduce me to a slobbering puddle. I've looked at him since he brought me home with him. He's been looking at me even longer than that. So far we've been smart enough not to fuck around with the status quo by, you know, fucking around, and believe me, today's not the day to head into that little melodrama, but I'd have to be neutered not to appreciate the view, and I'm entirely not neutered, and so even though he's crankier than a two-year-old who's expecting Blue's Clues and gets the PBS fund-a-thon instead, I'm scoping him out a little. Just a little. Not enough to get myself in trouble; at least not into more trouble. Just enough to plug in the old memory so I when I'm up there in his big wide bed tonight (because, of course, he'll be downstairs in mine), at least I can have a good time.|
|This story is just fun,
pure and simple. Grouchy, injured Jim gives Blair a
hard time, and then Blair gives Jim one <g>.
|BONE: The "Territorial Imperative" Series.|
This is a series of 7 stories that follow Blair and Jim's burgeoning sexual/romantic relationship. Since its such a long series, follow the link to my Sentinel series page, which gives details of each story.
|BOWEN, KATRINA (ADORATRICE): "Beyond The End."|
AU. Jim never made it out of Peru and Blair is stranded by an plane crash in the jungle. While Blair is forced to have sex with Jim in order to be accepted by the tribe, Blair's professor becomes increasingly unhinged and a danger to all.
|There's a long silence. Then he stands up and steps away from the bed. "No. We can figure something out --" He doesn't finish the thought.|
|I try to laugh. It doesn't sound like much. "Come on, man. I know tribal structures. They're not renowned for flexibility. If you break the rules, guardian or not, you'll probably be killed too, right? Or at least in a lot of trouble. As for me... even if they give you a break, they'd have no reason to keep me around, would they?" He doesn't deny it, and I take a deep breath. "Either we do... *this*... or Vaughan and I end up in one of those big cooking pots like you see in cartoons."|
|"That won't happen. They don't *have* a big pot." It's not much of a joke and I can't say that it relaxes me much. It helps a little, that's all.|
|This is a well-constructed
and fascinating AU peopled with an absolutely fabulous
characterisation of Jim and Blair. The OC's are
well-rounded and the depiction of tribal life and Blair's
experiences are extremely interesting.
|BOWEN, KATRINA (ADORATRICE): "Votive."|
Jim remembers Blair.
|Jim had found the box of candles about a week after the funeral. There weren't many traces of Blair left by then. Naomi had come and gone, taking Blair's things with her. Not everything, of course. She hadn't taken his clothes or his books. But the pictures and the carved figures that Blair had collected on his travels were gone. She hadn't asked, and Jim didn't try to stop her. She was Blair's mother. That was her right.|
|All the same, when Naomi had asked if there was anything else, Jim had lied and told her that there wasn't. He wasn't ashamed of lying, though he knew he should have been. But Naomi had almost thirty years' worth of memories to Jim's three. She had so much....|
|Another of those stories
that hits my death story kink - bittersweet and lovely.
Jim prepares to tell Caroline that he and Blair are now in a relationship.
|Jim rose and went to stand before the window, mouth suddenly dry, heart pounding. He jammed his hands in his pockets to still their trembling. He hated emotional confrontations with Carolyn. With anyone. He’d never learned to navigate these minefields. Every aspect of his training, from childhood to the military to police work had taught him to disconnect from his emotions. Observe them and if necessary for the mission, ruthlessly suppress them. He could face fire-fights, hand-to-hand combat, reconnaissance in hostile territory with barely a flutter of fear in his belly. But nothing scared him half so much as this. No amount of kevlar or weaponry could deflect a vicious stab from someone who knew your every weakness. He’d at least ceased pretending that the wounds didn’t hurt, bleed. Score one for Sandburg’s latest ‘Admit to Your Feelings’ campaign.|
|I have a definite kink for
"coming out" stories so this one is right up my alley.
Matter Of Taste."
Jim comes home to find Blair watching a movie: "The Last Tango In Paris."
|All things being equal, it wasn't a bad date; it wasn't a particularly good date, either, but not bad. Food was good, the club okay, if loud, and Sharon...Sharon was nice. Tall, attractive, not a redhead, which is something I've finally started to clue-in to. I think, had I wanted to, I could have stayed with her tonight.|
|I just didn't want it; at least, I didn't want it that much.|
|I mean, yeah, I could have managed it, but I didn't feel like managing, you know? That sort of thing isn't supposed to be about managing, it's supposed to be more than that. So I just stopped things before they got far enough to be insulting, told her I had a lot to do the next day, early, and begged off.|
|This is a short first time
story and it makes me laugh.
|BRIGHID: "Eros Epistolery."|
The morning after Jim and Blair kissed for the first time dawns and the guys have to deal with the shock.
|The soft thump of the front door closing woke Jim from his fitful doze. His eyes flickered open to instant wakefulness, and he scanned the loft with his senses, stopping when he realized the sounds and scents of his Guide were resoundingly absent. After what had happened last night, he was unsurprised that Blair had bugged out before morning alarms. He knew with rueful certainty that trying to face each other over eggs and algae would have been beyond awkward. What does one say, after all, the morning after one's roommate tries to excavate one's tonsils? There was just no etiquette for that.|
|I like the fact that it's
Blair who freaks in this story, I like the way Brighid has
the guys communicating through emails and notes, and I
really like that whole Narnia reference <g>.
|BRIGHID: "Exit Wound."|
Blair is now a cop but it's not working out.
|"This isn't going to change anything at all, is it?" he asks quietly, his voice ragged and breathless and verging on wild; he makes my knees weak. He's always made my knees weak.|
|And I want to lie to him, because the lie would be so close to the fucking truth; this doesn't change anything, yet everything is different now, but how can you explain that when your dick is aching and you've got the taste of Jim Ellison on your tongue?|
|So I just tell him, "No," and then, "get us into bed," and he bites down on my shoulder and we don't make it to the bed for a few minutes more, but he understands the answer, because he closes his eyes and doesn't look at me for the longest time after that.|
|But it's there between us, even if we can't face it, and it has a name. I think: yesterday was one thing, and tomorrow will be something else entirely. Today, we have this.|
|It will have to be enough.|
|Brighid is another author
whose writing I admire tremendously. Her writing is poetic
and her descriptions are rich with detail, like a medieval
manuscript. She shows a wonderful grasp of
characterisation and her use of metaphor within her
stories is second to none in fandom. Brighid can tell a
story about everyday events with such skill and insight
that the reader is swept into the reality of her
character's lives. Her palette is always full of rich
colours like glowing jewels and her writing has an ageless
charm to it that never fails to fascinate me. These ares
some of my favourite Brighid stories in The Sentinel
fandom but I'd recommend anything by this
author. This is one of Brighid's more
melancholy stories, although I think there's hope at the
end. It has a very interesting format, alternating
between the past and the present. The language is,
as always with Brighid, a joy to read, and I love the way
she's incorporated the technical details of firing a gun
with the content of her story. The viewpoint
alternates between fist person Jim and Blair, and I love
the pognancy of this story. It won't be to
everybody's taste but I love it.
|BRIGHID: "Imagine My Surprise."|
This is one look at what might happen if Blair had dealt with all the problems raised by "The Sentinel By Blair Sandburg" before things got quite that bad.
|Okay, so maybe in retrospect, "Who the hell pissed in your algae shake, Chief?" was not the best way to get Blair to talk about what's been bugging him lately. It was, however, a damn fine way to learn how to say 'fuck you' in about, oh, eight languages. At least, I assume it was 'fuck you', based on the hand gestures and door slam. For all I know, it might have been "Would you like fries with that?" but I'm betting on 'fuck you'.|
|I really have been working on the insensitive jerk thing; the fact that I noticed something had crawled up his ass and died is a major improvement, trust me.|
|This is really a funny
story. I love the affectionate/insulting way the Jim
first person POV talks about Blair - it's perfect. I
love the OFC as much as Jim does and I think this is just
a very clever, very funny feel-good first time story about
Jim and Blair. What more could you ask for?
|BRIGHID: "Living With Perfect."|
Blair has been shot in the leg and while recovering he and Jim go to a BBQ with the guys from Major Crimes.
|This is family. I look up to find Jim watching me, and he's got this real gentle smile on his face and he kinda salutes me with his beer bottle and I realize he knows what I'm thinking, at least a little bit, and feels it too.|
|I decide to blame the lump in my throat on the meds Jim makes me take with my dinner. I don't comment when Simon pats me on the back and clears up my dishes for me, or when Joel covers me up after making me stretch out on the lounger, thinking I'm asleep. Really, I'm just playing possum, trying hard not to be overwhelmed by all of this...this awareness of what I've become a part of. I mean, I've had cousins and uncles and a grandfather and my mother, but with the exception of Naomi, we've always been so spread out, separated by distance and diversity. Never been a Sandburg reunion in my lifetime. This is a new experience to me, and all of a sudden it's a little overwhelming. Good, but overwhelming.|
|It'd just take one more thing to make it perfect.|
|I can live with imperfection.|
|This is a very sweet first
And Lonely Offices"
In the future, Blair and Jim live together in a house and one night Jim gets some bad news.
|I wake up to the phone shrilling loudly about a foot away from my right ear. Jim snuffles and grunts and reaches over me, grabbing the phone, pulling the cord across my body. "Yeah, Ellison," he says, grumpy and too damned awake for four in the morning when we were working a stakeout until three. I yawn, stretch, roll over and cuddle up to him, but his body suddenly goes stiff and tense and way, way awkward. "Yeah, yeah, Sally, okay, I'll be there. How long ago was he admitted?" I stiffen, too, at that, at the cold control of his voice. Sally. Admitted.|
|Something's happened to Jim's dad.|
|There are no words for how
much I love this story and how eerily it resonates for
me. I love Jim's difficult relationship with his
father and the way Blair deals with his difficult
Blair introduces Jim to the concept of slash and subtext, and Jim begins to realise there's more going on in his relationship with Blair than he had previously suspected.
|Well, either I'm totally blind or these people have overactive imaginations. I mean, yeah, when I think about it, I can see where they're coming from. I can see that Krycek guy being at total bastard but still caring about Mulder and all, but sometimes...well, a cigar is just a cigar. Not everything about human interactions is based in sex, otherwise no one would go to work, never mind wear pants.|
|This is a wonderful story
that deals with a first time between Jim and Blair and
does it in the terms of fanfiction. Brighid cleverly
integrates the terminology and world of fanfiction into
The Sentinel universe and the result is a wonderfully
funny Jim POV story that I absolutely love. This is
definitely schmoop <g>.
|BRIGHID: "Wine, Women And Schlong."|
Caught in the office supply room at the University, Blair overhears a conversation that shocks him -- then makes him think about the real nature of his relationship with Jim.
|"You mean he's gay?" Missy asked, and he could hear the light bulb, just freaking hear it going on over her head, and he wondered why the hell he hadn't just freaking asked her out last week instead of playing cool and coy, because there was just no way, no goddamned way he could convince her now, now that she'd had her horribly bad, terribly wrong, embarrassingly inaccurate epiphany.|
|"I believe," said the Dragon, her voice prim and dry and worldly-wise, "the term is bisexual!" and Blair bit back a groan, thinking two blips in the very late 80's does not a bisexual make. It was called experimentation for a reason, for chrissakes! "And you understand, what with his position here, and the type of work his SO does, the need for discretion. We guard their little secret very fiercely here!" the Dragon informed Missy, and he could hear, he could just freaking hear her nodding her pretty blonde head with endearing complicity. A web of women, protecting his secret love from public scrutiny.|
|He wanted to cry.|
|At least it explained why he'd had so goddamned much freaking free time the last few months. Apparently the sisterhood had gotten the word out. In a weird sort of way, it was a little comforting. At least women were still interested. They just assumed he wasn't.|
|He really, really wanted to cry.|
|The title should give you
an idea of what to expect from this story -- it's very,
very funny. I love the Blair first person POV and I
love the way Blair gradually has his series of
epiphanies. And I love the fact that Jim is the one
who knew the truth all along.
|BRIGHT, LYNNA: "Sanctuary."|
AU. What if Blair did go on that trip to Brazil at the end of the first season?
|Propelled by--a rush of affection, fraternal feeling?--Jim reached out to pat Blair's head. But his fingers stayed; they sank in, conforming to the shape of Blair's skull.|
|The spark, the stunning rush Jim's touch caused, struck Blair like a cop's tazer. His breath went out of him and he sighed, back and thighs breaking into a sweat, looking at Jim goggle-eyed. Surprised... Like Jim, who stared back, eyes like chips of sky. He's touched me a hundred times before now.|
|They'd both felt it--friendship diving, in an act of sheer suicide, into desire. Nowhere to turn and too late. No denying it in their heart of hearts.|
|This story is one of the
first slash stories ever written in The Sentinel fandom -
and it's a lovely first time scenario.
|BRUNSON, EMILY: "A Place Where No Shadows Fall." Series.|
I love Emily Brunson's writing. She is an amazing author who handles heart-breaking storylines with a reality that I wish other authors could emulate. Her drama is never OTT or cloying, but has a beautiful understatement about it that makes it terribly real. Despite the harsh reality of her prose, there is always a sweetness in her relationships that keeps me coming back again and again, despite the lack of hot sex in her stories <g>.
This is a set of 8 stories that deal with an illness that Blair and Jim must face together. Follow the link to my Series page for complete details of the stories.
AU. What if Jim hadn't gone to Sandburg's office and got control of his senses? What if, instead, he'd gone to Caroline's doctor and been considered crazy?
|This man here didn't look quite the same. Oh, still obviously the same guy. But Ellison looked tired, and there was a flicker of anxiety in his blue eyes that hadn't been there a few months ago. It wasn't so specific that Sandburg could attribute it simply to today's visit. More formless than that: a dazed look, with an edge of desperation that made Blair's skin pucker up with instinctive gooseflesh.|
|This is a brilliant example
of what can be done with the AU genre. The
characterisation, despite the different circumstances, are
spot-on and this story is just so sweet and lovely to
read, I can't recommend it highly enough.
|COOK, LANNING: "Epiphaneia."|
Set after "The Sentinel by Blair Sandburg", Jim gets drunk out of his gourd on tequila and the result is a very funny story, despite the fact that it deals with more serious issues as well.
|"Worm and all."|
|Blair tightened his grip on the phone and flopped onto the sofa, aghast. "He swallowed the worm? God, Mike, do you have any idea how shit-faced he must be?"|
|"I know exactly how shit-faced he is! When a guy starts talking about drowning Mr. Squiggles-"|
|"The worm, Sandburg. The asshole fucking named his worm, okay?"|
|I'm not big on humour as a
genre in fanfic as a rule - for some reason there's a lot
of it out there that I don't find even the least amusing -
but this is brilliant, probabaly because it's not straight
'humour'. I seem to prefer stories which have
humourous elements within a more serious storyline.
I love both Blair and Jim in this story and the original
characters are wonderfully drawn as well. Lanning
Cook is a terrific writer, another author I would follow
to any fandom she wanted to write in.
|DARCY, JACK REUBEN: "More And Less."|
What would it mean if Jim was still married to Carolyn when he met Blair? In this particular scenario, Jim and Blair have a one night stand. It is Blair's first time and both men are amazed when simple sex turns into something so much more for both of them.
|He let Blair free only long enough to breathe, his fingers still caressing the glorious cock in his hand.|
|"What ..." Blair murmured, eyes closed, body stiff with wanting. "What's your name?"|
|Shock registered on Jim slowly - but he came to a halt, waiting until those eyes opened and gazed at him, edged with unveiled desire. "Sorry. I ... got distracted. Jim. Call me Jim."|
|I adore this story,
especially the first half that deals with their initial
meetings. The sex is hot and very well-done, and
there is an incredible sweetness to the developing
relationship between Jim and Blair. However, I
thought the characterisation of Carolyn was a bit OTT -
she was made into such a bitch that I had difficulty
believing in the characterisation, and she certainly
doesn't seem that way to me in canon. Despite
this minor criticism, I recommend this story highly - and
it's interesting to finally read a story by a male
slasher. Some people object to the non-American
flavour that creeps into the text on occasion - the author
is Australian - but I don't have a porblem with it,
probably because, as an Aussie too, I don't really notice
Jim has a dream - that he is raping Blair, violently and repeatedly - and he is absolutely horrified.
|In the dream, he knew that Blair was screaming, even though Blair's mouth was stuffed with the rough cotton fabric of his t-shirt, even though his screams were muffled and he could only really hear the harsh inhalations of air through Blair's nose.|
|And that was scary enough--god, in the cold light of morning that was fucking terrifying, but what was scarier still was that in the dream he didn't care.|
|If I had to pick just one
author, in all the many fandoms I read in, to take with me
to that mythical desert island, then I would choose
Francesca. I love her humour, her characterisations,
her realism, her lack of pretentiousness, her
understanding that real love is about the everyday little
things that show just how much someone cares, and I've yet
to come across another fan author who has such a flair for
writing dialogue. I'd read anything Francesca wrote
and her stories are the first I recommend to anybody
starting out in the fandom. She's simply brilliant
and deserves the accolades and reputation she's acquired
as one of the best writers in fandom. I think
this is my very favourite Francesca Sentinel story - it's
certainly the one I re-read most often. Poor
Jim is frightened out of his wits and I love the whole
scenario, especially the way Blair deals with Jim's fears
when he finds out the truth <g>.
|FRANCESCA: The "Nature" Series.|
The "Nature" series is deservedly on almost every "must read" list of Sentinel fiction you're ever likely to come across. There are 29 stories in the series and I've numbered them for easy reference. Francesca has divided them into 3 main arcs: Nature Versus Culture to Nature's Celebrations comprise the first arc, Nature's Reversals to Nature's Conferences comprise the second arc, and Natures Correspondence to Nature's Blindness comprise the third arc. Francesca has advised that a fourth arc was planned but was never started. Follow the link to my Sentinel series page for full details for each story.
|FRANCESCA: "The Night Sandburg Graduated From The Academy."|
Blair finally graduates from the Academy and Jim helps him celebrate.
|The night Sandburg graduated from the academy, I took him out, boozed him up, and bedded him. It was, as they say, the right place and the right time.|
|This is a great
story. It is typical of Francesca's later Sentinel
fanfiction in that it not only has the trademark humour
and fabulously authentic dialogue, but it has that gritty,
humourous reality that Francesca does so well, and she has
nailed the Jim POV exceptionally well. If you're
looking for hearts and flowers romance you won't find it
in this story, but you will find love. Highly
|FRANCESCA: "Yellow Roses."|
Blair faces a major life decision and the two clash over personal issues as well as matters of principle.
|Jim stopped short. Blair was looking straight through him.|
|Through him--not at him. Blair never looked through him. Blair always looked at him--in friendly greeting, with scientific curiosity, sometimes even with mild irritation.|
|But Blair had lifted up his head at Jim's approach--instinctively, almost animalistically. Had blinked at him--once, twice, slowly, vacantly. Was looking through him, not at him--and now Blair was turning his face away, turning his attention back to the girl sitting next to him, tightening his grip on her hand.|
|This might just be my
absolute favourite Francesca story of all - the one I
admire the most for it's subtlety and the multiple levels
on which the imagery and themes work within the
text. This is a powerful story that deals with a
very controversial subject. I think Francesca was
brave to attempt to deal with a subject that inevitably
causes controversy amongst any group of
people. I've always loved Francesca's work but
this story pushed my admiration up to another level
- it's superbly executed and I am, as always, envious of
her skill as a writer.
|JUSTINE &KASS: "The
Right To Remain Silent."
Set after "The Sentinel by Blair Sandburg" when Blair is entrenched in his new life as a cop, Blair tries to recapture some of his old passions but finds an unexpected new one instead - one that shocks him to the core.
|Jim was tempted to press; Sandburg was hiding something. But the guy was his partner, not a suspect, he reminded himself, and so he let Sandburg wave good-night airily and head into the shower, and he started to shut down the loft for bed.|
|But something made him pick up his hearing, and he could swear he heard Blair subvocalizing, "oh shit oh shit oh shit" underneath the whssssssht of the shower. He wasn't playing with himself, either; this was a panic attack.|
|Well, Sandburg sometimes had them; he led a dangerous life, but the panic never held him back. If he didn't want to share, that was his business. Jim had had five years now to train himself in respecting Sandburg's privacy.|
|Jim just wanted a heads-up, if shit was en route to the fan.|
this story. It has a small shot of "case"
story and a large dollop of wonderful Jim and Blair
interaction as they deal with their changing relationship.
| LADY RA: "Epiphany
Jim is already questioning his feelings for Blair, as well as his attraction to men, when he comes across Blair dealing with a homophobic cop in a stairwell.
|I hear them, you know. Women. The stuff they talk about would make a sailor blush. They talk about how many orgasms they have, or don't have. They talk about sizes of dicks, techniques, how fast--usually too fast--men come, or how goddamn long they take to come until they've been rubbed raw. They talk about blow jobs and gagging and how gross semen tastes. They talk about how men touch too hard and move too fast. They talk about how men suck at foreplay.|
|Mostly they just talk about how much men suck. I am relieved beyond belief that Carolyn never had too many women friends at the station. That's all I'd need, to overhear some conversation over donuts about how much I suck, in bed or out of it.|
|This is quite a funny story
and I love the way the first person Jim POV is developed
throughout. There is a tendency to idealise Blair
but it's not so noticeable that it interfered with my
enjoyment of the story.
|LAURA JV: "Stranger Than Kindness."|
This is a melancholy look at one possible future for the guys. It's very short and hard to find a quote for that doesn't give the whole plot away!
|"Why don't you come by the loft, Sandburg?" I asked. "I'll cook you dinner."|
|We never got to eat the noodles. His kiss was as savage and desperate as it had been the first time, and I backed away. This wasn't Blair, my Blair...|
| Warning: a lot of readers aren't gonna
like this one! This is a strange and powerful story
- and it's not for the faint hearted or those who always
want an unambiguous happy ending. But I loved
it. This is my absolute favourite story by Laura JV
and one of my top ten Sentinel stories of all time.
|LEMON DROP: "Ocean Moon."|
Blair tries to go on with his life after the disaster that was "The Sentinel by Blair Sandburg".
|A few minutes before the press conference, I had felt calm. Clear. It was as though everything that had come before had been leading to that moment. All my work, my studying, my years in school, my travels, everything was leading to the moment I stood before that bank of microphones and the cameras.|
|Standing in the kitchen washing breakfast dishes, I remembered that moment, that calm. A far cry from how I felt now.|
|This story deals with a
subject I have personal experience with and I think it's
handled superbly. A lot of readers have said that
they don't think Blair would react like this, but I think
this sort of thing can happen to anyone. I love this
story because, despite the melancholy tone that permeates
most of it, there is hope and it has some very sweet
moments. It has one of my favourite kissing scenes
in slash - I'd recommend reading the story just for that
After the fiasco at the fountain, Jim starts having some very odd experiences with his senses.
|"Chief, she's lying through her teeth."|
|"What?" Blair followed Jim out of the interrogation room, glancing over his shoulder at the woman seated inside. "Why do you say that? I gotta tell you, man, that girl doesn't look like she could kill a mouse." He stepped away from the door and nodded at the one-way glass. Behind it, the young woman clutched her arms across her calico-clad chest and closed her eyes. "Or even stay in the house while somebody else killed it. You're sensing something?"|
|"Yeah. No. I don't know." Jim rubbed his forehead.|
|This story has an actual
plot - a case the two are working on - as well as some
very interesting sentinel mystical stuff <g>.
It also has one of my favourite sex scenes between Jim and
an OMC - it's sweet and hot, an unbeatable combination as
far as I'm concerned.
|LYNNE, MERRY: "Falling Further In."|
Jim watches as Blair gives the press conference in "The Sentinel by Blair Sandburg" and deals with the repercussions in their relationship.
|Between that one heartbeat and the next he sees the podium sprouting a chrome bouquet of microphones, he sees the lights as they shine down on the leather, on the crown of Blair Sandburg's hair, he sees a flashbulb that nearly takes his breath away. He knows what is coming and when Blair Sandburg's eyes come up from the podium and stare directly into the camera that's staring directly into his eyes, Jim no longer cares to breathe and the empty space by his side aches and burns.|
|This story shows Merry
Lynne's tremendous use of language, which is a joy to
|LYRICA: "Behind The Storm We Feel."|
Set during the episode "Storm Warning", Jim and Blair are irresistibly drawn together during a storm.
|The worst of the storm seemed to have passed on. The wind was still blowing, rattling a loose shutter on the other side of the house. He could hear the whisper of it against the clapboards, the crash of waves on the rocks along the shore, but the sounds alone he could handle, as long as the thunder and lightning settled down to something manageable to Sentinel enhanced senses.|
|It was something to which he still wasn't accustomed, the way his body reacted to a storm. Not only the buffeting of his senses, the bright light and the sound, but that enhanced *feel* of electricity and sound. Out here, on the island, it seemed even more intense than it did in Cascade, almost as if he was as exposed as the land was, at the mercy of the elements.|
|This is basically a very
hot PWP but I think Lyrica has captured both Jim and Balir
wonderfully well. I love all Lyrica's stories - she
just hasn't written enough of them!
|LYRICA: "Raptures And Roses."|
Set during the first episode, Blair is showing Jim how to use his senses and Jim gives Blair a blow-job in a public toilet.
|I can smell him on me. I can smell him on him, male sweat soaked into that soft white shirt, and in an exchange of spoor, the remnants of laundry detergent leached onto his skin. Deodorant, the cucumber sandwich he ate for lunch, the dusty, antique scent of the book he handled while he was explaining all this to me. His shampoo. His skin.|
|If I tried, I know I could find more. More odors out there. More of him on me. It's a cacophony of smell. Like everybody in the band struck up their instruments at once, all playing a different tune until just one note, one high yellow note, rises above all the others. Conquers all the others. Yellow roses in my mouth, so thick I can taste them. The aroma is like perfume on the back of my tongue. I can feel it, fuzzy and oily. And the only thing that cuts through it is the person who started all this in the first place.|
sounds gross but the reality is that this is a wonderful
story, full of lyrical language and a sensual journey for
the senses. "Raptures and Roses" is a wonderful PWP,
the sort of story Lyrica excels at - she writes hot sex
really well <g>. What makes this story so
unusual for me, though, is the simply sensational way
Lyrica is able to capture Jim's sensory experiences in
language that is just gorgeous.
CROSSOVER WITH STARGATE.
It's Christmas Eve and Blair rescues a guy who's being attacked in Ranier carpark - but exactly who are these attackers and why is Daniel Jackson on the run, even from his friends?
<"A little after one, I think," he answered automatically, his attention still focused on Sandburg's stray. He smelled like Sandburg's soap and Sandburg's organic Guatemalan coffee, too. Jim even thought he could smell the painkillers on the sleeper's breath. Drugged insensible, in all probability, and Jim wasn't sure if that made matters more or less complicated.
|"Really? Wow, merry Christmas. I guess you already know Daniel's here."|
|"Actually he's renting a room downtown, but he was afraid those thugs who tracked him to campus might know where he was living, too. It wasn't safe for him to go back tonight. He asked me to drop him off at a hotel, but --"|
|Jim sighed. "But obviously that was out of the question."|
|Blair looked at him like he was an idiot. "Well, yeah. His right hand is messed up pretty bad, and he doesn't know anybody else in town."|
|"No, and I'm sure he's been making a special effort not to get to know anyone, either." Jim unfolded the print-out he'd brought with him from the station and dropped it in Blair's lap. "Sandburg, the feds are looking for him. Daniel Jackson is a fugitive."|
|This story is
wonderful: a fascinating, plot-heavy story in which
the characterisations are realistic and the action
kept me on the edge of my seat. The
relationships between Jack and Daniel, and Jim and
Blair are very close but never quite fall over the
line into slash. I thoroughly recommend this as
an intelligent, well-written, absorbing read.
|SIHAYA BLACK: "Those Who Can."|
Jim has to face some old friends from his past, a particularly brutal murder of a pair of mismatched gay lovers, his capture by a band of mad scientists, and his growing attraction to Blair.
|The bottom dropped out of my stomach, landing somewhere way down in my gut. Not a good feeling.|
|"But why me, Jim?" It came out as a whisper. "Why the hell would anyone be interested in me, unless it was to get to you?"|
|"I don't know, Blair."|
|Oh shit. Jim called me by my name. He must really be worried. I glanced over and caught him staring at me, a frown creasing his face. For Mister Stoic, that was pretty much like having hysterics in public.|
|This is the quintessential
Sentinel "case" story - a lovely long story that deserves
it's place on most Sentinel rec pages you'll find.
This is a story told from Blair's POV and it's
delightfully understated and the relationship is developed
slowly and beautifully throughout the plot. I can't
recommend this highly enough.
|WAX JISM: "Brainchild."|
There's nothing I can say about this short story without giving the plot away - just read the fabulous language below for an idea of what to expect.
|When it comes, expected, the sound of impact is wet; ripe, heavy fruit hitting pavement. The echo stays inside Jim Ellison's skull; buzzing bumblebee hitting the walls. His face has frozen in a mildly neutral expression. His insides are in intermission; he's holding his breath - holding, holding, holding ...|
|He doesn't notice it when the breath grows too cold and sharp for him to contain and it breaks out of him along with a scream, but unfreezing happens in the space of a heartbeat and he is moving, thoughtlessly, mechanically, but fast.|
|This is, in my opinion, a
brilliant, beautifully written story that a lot of people
absolutely hated due to the controversial subject
matter. I was blown away by the beautiful language
and the emotion behind the action. This is definitely one
of my top ten favourite Sentinel fandom stories.
Just - wow.
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