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Snatched Away
By: ReWiNd

Rating: R
Category: Angst, Drama, Slash, H/C

Warnings: This is not a happy fic, it�s my
usual: as much Blair angst and owies in as little time as possible. There is a
plot though. Really! Brain damaged Blair, may be considered underage sex.
Reverted to childhood, more or less.

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�J�m?� The miniscule voice
emanated from the small room under the stairs, and Jim Ellison braced himself.
He knew this was coming, and had been tense about it for two days. Uncertain,
wondering, contemplating� Mostly just hoping. Jim had argued with doctors and
therapists, threatening, begging, and finally, with a little persuasion from
Simon Banks, he�d gotten reluctant permission to bring Blair home. The stitches
on the younger man�s scalp barely healed, the bald spots placed in small
patches over the top of Blair�s normally longhaired head just showing signs of
stubble. The accident still fresh in everyone�s mind; everyone except Blair�s.
�I�m
coming, Chief.� With one last sigh of courage, Jim opened the French doors and
mustered a smile for the ailing former teaching fellow. Blair looked all of
fourteen years old in his gray sweatshirt, bundled under the blankets.
�J�m?�
�What is
it, buddy?� Jim sat slowly on the edge of the bed, willing the tears to stay
back this time. Blair looked so confused and scared, accepting Ellison�s
offered hand as if it were a lifeline. Blair had been awake now for almost a
week, but he�d never spoken anything accept Jim�s name. The Sentinel was
learning now to decipher what each call meant. The tone was different all the
time: pleading, scared, usually. Sometimes questioning, or thoughtful, like
Blair had sometimes sounded when he had discovered a good piece of evidence,
back when he�d been a consultant. Now Jim only felt a spark of hope ignite at
that tone, praying sometimes that the voice meant rediscovered memories. �What�s
wrong?� Jim prodded. Always pushing for more than his name.
�J�m��
This time the voice was weary, the smoky blue eyes misting over. Lately Blair
had been as emotional as a teenage gstarstarting puberty. Jim would hold his partner and let him cry,
occasionally sharing in the tears.
�Did you
remember anything, Blair? Do you remember what happened?� Jim asked. He
recalled himself with deadly clarity the accident that had stolen away his
friend�s soul, almost taken Blair�s life. He watched carefully as Blair first
shook his head, scrunching his expressive face up angrily. A second later he
nodded, letting a tear slip out. �You do remember?� Jim was surprised. Blair
was declared brain dead on the operation table as the doctors had fought to
bring him back, to save that precious mind. Blair�s head had been so brutally
banged up, it was a miracle the kid was still breathing.
�Jim��
Ellison saw the intense effort etched on the younger man�s face as he struggled
to speak more words. He squeezed Jim�s hand angrily, and crossed his arms over
his chest. Jim tried not to grin at the sight, and instead decided to change
the subject. For now.
�Are you
hungry? I made some shells and cheese sauce earlier.� Blair sighed and nodded
after a long moment of thought. Everything took longer to process now. Being in
the police business, that setback could be deadly.
After a
torturously long meal of trying to feed the stubborn anthropologist come
kindergartner, cleaning more of the leftover food from the table and Blair�s
face than he�d wanted to deal with, Jim was exhausted, and Blair was ready to
crash again as well. It didn�t take a lot to wear out the former energizer
bunny anymore. Jim studied Blair, droopy eyes and tangled curls, and wondered
if maybe, just maybe, tonight would be the one. Tonight, Blair could remember
what they were before. The vows they�d shared, the promises made, the tears
they�d shed over one another, the wild sex, the passionate love they made every
time one or both had returned from another suicidal bust.
�Ji-iiimmmm!�
Blair whined, breaking the detective out of his lustful thoughts. Jim groaned
at his own growing erection, and made his way to Blair�s side, helping the
other man to the bathroom. Even in this state of disarray, and being without a
shower or change of clothes for two days, Blair made Jim hard. Anything Blair
said, every tone of voice he used in calling Jim�s name. Anything. For God�s
sake, even helping the kid brush his teeth seemed to turn the lonely Sentinel
on these days.
Jim
iedliedly brushed his own teeth while Blair sat on the toilet. Ellison decided
to hold off on exposing his own obvious arousal until after he�d gotten Blair
back to bed. Just as Jim was heading out of the small bedroom, Blair used that
voice. It was a voice Jim had only heard when the younger man was deeply
asleep, calling out in his dreams.
�Jim.� A
whisper, seductive and sweet. It was like hearing his name for the first time.
Jim turned around sharply, holding his breath, thinking, knowing he must have
imagined it. Maybe the kid was already asleep. But no, Blair stared with dark
eyes, tracing his full lips slowly with his tongue. Jim groaned.
�What�s
that, Chief?� He asked softly, daring to move closer to the bedside. Blair lay
looking up at him, an arm bent under his flushed cheek. Blair raked his gaze up
and down Jim�s half-naked body, making the older man tingle with desire. Jim
followed his partner�s other arm until it disappeared under the blankets in an
area leaving not a lot to the imagination. Blair gave him a look that said, �You
know what it is� and licked his lips again, almost in an animal-like way. Jim
was stunned at his partner�s behavior. This was something totally new since the
accident, something Jim hadn�t expected to see so soon. Blair pushed back his
blanket and stood carefully, slowly, on shaky legs. He rose his darkened eyes
to meet Jim�s again, and this time there was no mistaking it. Blair looked
downright starving, and not for food. Before Jim could put his Sentinel
abilities to further use, Blair launched himself with nimble strength into the
older man�s arms. Long skinny legs latched themselves around Jim�s waist, and
even without his senses dialed up, the erection pressing into his hip was
painfully obvious. He knew his own was just as obvious as well. Standing in
shocked silence was not acceptable to Blair. After several seconds of feeling
hot breath against his neck, Jim felt the smaller man squirm a little and hump
against his crotch rather suggestively. It couldn�t get more clear than that.
�Jesus
Christ, Sandburg,� Jim breathed roughly. �Why won�t you talk to me? I know what
you want, but I still want to hear you say it.�
�Jim!�
Blair shouted angrily, pushing at Ellison�s shoulders until he let go, allowing
Blair to slide to the floor. After a moment�s hesitation of heated glare, the
younger man gave in and pushed his lips to Jim�s. Hard, fast, dominating. Heat
grew to a crescendo between them. Jim sensed Blair�s self-doubt at the
clumsiness that now cursed him, and he took over. Pushing Blair gently back
onto thd, td, taking the scrabbling hands and trembling fingers in his own to
still them, he pulled back once more, checking.
�Chief,
are you sure? Are you sure you want
to do this?� Jim asked softly, concerned at his friend�s state of mind. Blair
frowned, anger building up in what Jim was almost sure would be a temper
tantrum. But Blair just nodded sharply, twisting a hand from Jim�s grasp. He
took the older man�s hand instead and slowly brought it to his chest, pressing
it firmly over his heart, and nodded again, slowly. Jim�s grin spread, and
Blair�s followed, albeit questioningly. �I love you too, Blair. I love you.�
�Jim,�
Blair whispered, almost reverently. He reached up and pulled Jim�s head down
for another deep, soul-searching kiss. It wasn�t long before the smaller man
grew impatient again, squirming and pushing up off the bed to work his own
boxers off. Jim chuckled and undressed them both quickly, then positioned Blair
and himself on their sides, facing one another. Blair wasted no time in finding
his lost vitality, humping against Jim eagerly, brushing their cocks together.
Jim grunted, holding his lover tightly, still protective of the silent young
man.
Once the
necking started, Jim grew a sudden urge to fuck Blair senseless; to pound his
lost Guide into the mattress. He trailed a hand down to the small round ass and
felt for the crevice, listening for any resistance. All he heard was hard
breathing, tiny whimpers of need. Bringing his fingers back around to Blair�s
face, he let them disappear into the luscious, pouty lips, let them become nice
and wet all all that extra saliva. He grinned when a little wet trail flowed
from the corner of Sandburg�s mouth, and bent down a little to lick it away
slowly. His fingers searched again for the tiny hole. Blair let out a keening
sound, capturing his bottom lip in his teeth, and wrapping his leg over Jim�s.
The humping continued, if a little slower. Jim found the puckered opening and
worked two fingers inside.
�Mm! Mm,
Mm, Mm�� Blair moaned, making small sounds of pleasure at the feeling of
penetration. Maybe this was something he didn�t remember, maybe the feeling was
all new to him. �Jimmmm�� He groaned, burying his face in the crook of the
muscular shoulder. He pushed back against the fingers, now buried deep inside.
Jim worked them out and added a third finger, being as careful as he could with
the overly eager body in his arms. His own arousal was becoming intensely
painful, and he could feel the heat of completion building in his mate as well.
Just as Jim had found that sweet spot hidden deep inside, he was surprised to
feel the hot wetness of tears against his neck.
�Chief?�
Jim asked, fear growing into a lump in his throat at the thought of what the
tears came from. He grimaced a little when Blair dug his nails into Jim�s back,
holding on tightly.
�Mmmmm!!
Jim!� The cries were desperate suddenly, the kind that meant only one thing.
Jim�s suspicions were right. The detective frantically turned his lover onto
his side, and grabbed the nearest mouthpiece, forcing into place just in time.
Passion and arousal all forgotten, Jim fought the tears and panic as Blair
started convulsing. Loud moans and cries forced their way out of Blair�s mouth
as the younger man�s body went into continuously long spasms. Curling up in a
tight fetal position, Jim watched helplessly as his partner fought off waves of
pain and terror. Tears streaked the pale sweaty face, dripping from the end of
the crooked nose. It was painfully long, sweaty minutes before the seizures
ended, leaving a weak and distressed Blair Sandburg in their wake.
Jim picked up the smaller man as
if he were no more than a little boy, and hurried into the living room. He
rested Blair on the sofa and rushed to gather a bowl of cool water and cloths.
Within moments, there were wet cloths covering the unconscious man�s limbs. Jim
found it a necessity after particularly bad seizures to bring down the onset of
a fever before it could ravage his partner�s body. Warm water would help the
muscle cramps, but for the time being, Blair needed to stay cool. Half an hour
later, much to Jim�s relief, there was a stir from the unmoving man.
�Mmm�
Jim. Jim!� Blair�s flailing hand was taken by Jim�s grasp, and comforting,
soothing words filled the night air, filtering out through the open windows.
The cool air brushed over Blair�s heated skin, and the younger man shivered. �Jim?��Jim,� Blair sighed, letting his
burning eyes drift closed again, and letting the memories, good and bad, come
flooding back.

~~~~~~~The End~~~~~~~
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