By: Lvblair


Disclaimer: I donít own them. RATS!!! Wish I did but I donít. I only take them out to playÖbut have to put them back when Iím done.

Ok everyone. Know this, I know NOTHINGÖ. and I mean NOTHING about medicine or medical procedures. I only know what Iíve been through. I had this onceÖcanít tell you what or it will spoil the story, and it really sucks. Youíre miserable and wish for death. But you get over it and get better. All while praying for death causes thatís how bad you feel. Ok like I said Iíve had this and I exaggerated just a bit here? I felt like it ok. It made the story a bit better. LOL. Ok with out further adewÖenjoyÖDARN! I donít know what to call itÖ

Ok, Ok, Ok, Iím shutting up now. J

Now this is a special story because it is my birthday gift to a very dear friend. I was just going to write it and give it to herÖ.But I figured Iíd share it with all of you also. So here is a Happy ??th Birthday to Roseanne. I love you and I hope all your Birthday wishes come true. You deserve the best.



Blair shivered, god he was cold. He was sleeping in his car again. After his place blew up, he had nowhere to go. He asked Jim if he could stay with him, but Jim quickly vetoed that; he said his last roommate was his wife and he had had enough of roommateís thank you very much. Blair didnít want to push the issue. He would have gone to a hotel if he had the cash, but he had just paid the rent and went for groceries. Then his place blew he had to replace some much needed text books, EXPENSIVE text books, by the time he replaced a few clothes and some food he kept stashed in his office and car in case of emergency, he was busted. It was still another two and half weeks before he got his next stiffen. He could do this; he had been in tough times before he was just so damn tired. He had so much to do, he still had to type of the paper that was due in two days he finished all the research and writing a rough draft, he had to finish grading the rest of the exams so he could post the grades by tomorrow evening like he promised his students and he had to fit in Jim tomorrow. He promised Jim he would swing by the station and help him out with the mountain of paper work on his desk. The problem being he felt awful. He wasnít feeling all that great before his place blew up, now with sleeping in his office, which was ok until the security officer said he couldnít sleep there, work all night sure but no camping out on the floor, so here he was in his car. He felt weak, he didnít have the energy for anything and he had the runs his stomach was killing him. God, how was he going to find the energy to get all this done. He was so tired.

"Go to sleep Sandburg."

He muttered to himself. Thatís all he neededÖa little sleep. He slept on and off all night. He had to keep getting up and running into bathroom. Thank God there was one there that he could use near by. By the time dawn came he felt so tired and weak but he had to get himself in gear. He cleaned himself up and went to his office.

First thing, he finished grading the exams and posted the grades. Then he typed up his paperÖok he tried to type up his paper, it just didnít make sense now. He tried this for a while and then gave up. He would try again tonight. He stood up and then sat back down quickly grabbing his stomach. Oh god that hurt. What was thatÖhe paled and then ran to the bathroom? As he sat on the throne, his stomach cramping with diareahha he became nauseas he quickly grabbed the little trash can, but because he hadnít eaten anything he suffered through dry heaves. God he was sick! The thought surprised him. He didnít get sick often but when he got sick man he went all out. SHIT! Now what? He finished in the bathroom and washed his face with cool water. The site in the mirror frightened him, God do I look that bad? He looked at his watch 12:30. O.k. he told Jim heíd be there by 1:00. I can do this. Then maybe he could stay with a friend tonight. Heíd make some calls from the station. He grabbed his pack and slowly headed to the station. By the time he walked in to major crimes he had a spectacular headache. He walked in and Jim was nowhere to be found. He saw Joel at his desk and walked over.

"Hey Joel, How you doing?"

Joel looked up and frowned. Blair looked awful. He was pale and haggard looking.

"Hey Blair, Iím good thanksÖ. How are you doing? You donít look so good."

Blair smiled.

"Iím ok itís just a headache that I canít get rid of." He lied.

Joel just shook his head. Must be one hell of a headache to make him look that tired.

"Have you seen Jim?"

"Yea, you just missed him, he went with Simon it seems the Mayor called a meeting with Simon to thank him and the Detective that worked that case to find his daughterís stolen car" Joel laughed, "It wasnít stolen, she had misplaced it."

Joel laughed hard at that. His laughter was infectious. Blair found himself laughing along with him; he thanked Joel and went over to Jimís desk. Well he could at least start the paper work while he waited for Jim to get back. He had to stop a few times to run to the bathroom with bouts of the runs. He couldnít eat anything because his stomach was so queasy, so why did he keep running to the bathroom? He had nothing in his stomach to empty. Two and a half hours later found a very tired and hurting Blair slumped over Jimís desk. A hand to his shoulder made him jump up. He looked up into the very concerned faces of Simon and Jim.

"Easy there Chief, you ok, you donít look so good." Jim said looking worried.

Blair pasted on a false smile.

"Hey Jim sorry must have dropped off there, Iím fine Jim itís just this headache that wonít quite."

Simon looked over at all the paper work on Jimís desk.

"Blair did you do all that?"

He motioned over to the stack of paper work in one pile.

"Yea, figured while I was waiting for Jim I might as well make myself useful. Theyíre all finished they just need Jimís signature."

Jim and Simon looked shocked. Blair looked at their faces.


Simon looked at Blair then back to Jim.

"Hmmm Jim seems he could give everyone here a lesson on getting their paper work done on time. Not to mention how neat and well written they are."

Jim just chuckled.

"Thatís because he likes to do it." Jim shivered as with disgust. "God only knows why?"

Simon looked at Blair and didnít like the way he looked.

"Blair you sure youíre ok?"

Blair felt like he was going to pass out he had to get out of there before he embarrassed himself.

"Yea Simon, like I said itís just this headache that I canít seem to get rid of. Itís really dragging me down."

Simon looked to the completed stack of paper work then back to Blair.

"Gee, I wish all my Detectives got dragged down like this. We would have the best-organized office in the whole department. Blair, do you have to go to the University today?"

"No." Blair sounded puzzled. Were they trying to get rid of him?

"You look beat, why donít you go homeÖ."

Simon stopped there. He remembered when Blairís apartment blew up.

"Um did you find a place to stay?"

SHIT! Between running to the bathroom and doing Jimís paper work he completely forgot to call one of his friends to ask if he could crash there for a few days. Until he got over thisÖ. whatever it was. Well looks like it was another night in his car, at least he could rest in his office until the campus closed shop for the night. Blair looked up and smiled.

"Yea, Iím staying with a friend until I find something. No problem."

Jim looked at him and tilted his head a bit.

Shit! Jim would know he was lying. Calm Sandburg, just keep calm.

"Well I think Iíll do just that Simon, I could a little nap right about now that might get rid of this damn headache."

"Yea well take care of yourself Sandburg and feel better."

Simon said as he headed on to his office. Jim turned to Blair he put his hand on Blairís forehead and Blair pulled away.

"Blair are you sure this is just a headache? You feel like youíre running a temperature."

"Yes mom! Iím ok. Just tired little sleep and Iíll be as good as new. Iíll see you tomorrow ok."

Blair got up and scooped up his backpack and quickly left before Jim could say anything else. He practically ran out of the bullpen. By the time he got to his car he was shaking. His stomach was cramping. He got in and drove slowly and being extra careful made it to the university. He pulled into a spot close to building thank god. He got out on shaky legs. Something was definitely wrong. Heíd go to the campus clinic in the morning. Right now he needed to sleep. He just made it to his office he locked the door behind him and pulled the shade down. He didnít want any of his students bothering him. He walked over to his desk put his pack down and removed the phone from the hook. Just for a few hours. He headed for the couch and the room spun. He tried to make it back to his desk for something to steady himself until this passed. He didnít make it. He pitched forward and his head hit the corner of his desk and blackness engulfed him.



Jim watched Blair leave. He knew he was lying when Simon asked him if he had a place to stay. But that had been almost two weeks ago that his place blew up, he thought for sure Blair had found something by now. He also felt guilty for not letting Blair stay with him when he asked but he liked his privacy. Man you really are a prick Ellison. The kid has done so much for you and when he needed a little help Jim turned him down flat. Jesus, you really are a piece of work James Ellison. Jim didnít really have much to do Blair had done all his paper work. All Jim needed to do was sign them and turn them in. That done he went through some old cases, but couldnít get much done because he kept thinking about Blair. He Picked up the phone and put it down. He didnít know where to call. Where would Blair be? Jim picked up and called the only place he could think of the University. Ahhha! Busy. So Blair was there. Heíd call again later. As time went by Jim became more and more worried. Jim called five times all five times Blairís phone was busy. Something was wrong. He felt it. He got up and was going to go see Simon when he saw the big man approaching his desk.

"Hey Jim being that we missed lunch and there is not much going on here letís cut out and grab something to eat and call it a day."

"Well sir actually I was just going to ask you if I could leave. I want to check on Sandburg."

"Is he ok? He didnít look to good before. Do you know where he is staying?"

"Thatís just it sir. I donít think Blair found a place to stay yet I could tell he was fibbing there. Iíve called the University and the phone has been busy for the past few hours, I want to go check in on him and make sure he is ok. He was definitely running a fever before he left here. So if you donít mind, Iím heading over to Rainier."

Simon stood for a moment as if making a decision.

"Iíll go with you Iíd like to make sure he is ok too. Then maybe we all can get something to eat. Iíll drive. I can drop you off later to get your truck."

Jim smiled.

"Sounds like a plan."

They made good time to the University. Jim and Simon walked to Blairís office door only to find it locked.

"Maybe he found a place to stay for a while." Said Simon.

Jim inhaled deeply and smelled the coppery scent of blood and he heard Blairís heartbeat.

"No Simon, he is in there and I smell blood." Jim was about to break the window when a security guard walking their way.

Simon pulled out his badge.

"Excuse me Iím Captain Simon Banks this is Detective James Ellison, Major Crimes, and Cascade PD. Do you have a key to this door? We believe Mr. Sandburg is in there and is in need of Medical assistance."

The security guard looked at the badge and back to Simon.

"Yes sir, I have a master key for all the faculty offices."

He stepped closer and looked on his big ring of keys until he came across the one he wanted. He opened the door and stepped aside when they got into the office Jim saw Blair laying on the floor with a pool of blood by his head. He turned to the security guard.

"Call an ambulance."

Simon turned on the light and Jim ran to Blair. Gently he turned him over and winced when he saw the deep gash on Blairís forehead. He also felt immense heat coming from Blairís body; the kid had one hell of a fever. He looked up as Simon came over. He took the handkerchief that Simon handed him and pressed it against the wound on Blairís head.

"Simon, heís burning up. His fever is really high, itís about 104." Jim said worried.

Simon looked shocked.

"How can you tell how high it is? Wait. Never mind, I donít want to know."

The ambulance arrived and worked on getting Blair ready for transport to the hospital.

At the hospital Simon thought he was going to strangle Jim.

"Jim would you sit down, youíre making me dizzy."

"Why isnít anyone telling us something? Theyíve been in there forever with him. Simon what if something is really wrong with him? Something really bad! Thatís it Iím going to get some answers."

As Jim stood up Simon grabbed him.

"Jim when theyíre done working on Sandburg someone will come out to let us know whatís wrong with him, until then youíll only be in the way. Now I know itís not easy. Just relax and try to calm down."

Reluctantly Jim sat back down. How did this happen? When had the kid gotten to be so important to him? If it werenít for Blair, Jim would be in a mental institution somewhere, or worseÖ. dead. He didnít know what he would have done if Blair hadnít come along. Itís time for him to give some back, now Blair needed help and Jim would be right there for him. Just then a doctor came out.

"Is there anyone here for a Blair Sandburg?"

Jim jumped up and practically ran over to the doctor.

"Hi, Iím Dr. Grant."

"Yes, Iím Detective Jim Ellison, How is he? Will he be all right? Whatís wrong with him? How soon can he leave?"

Simon was almost as speechless as the doctor. He couldnít believe this was the same man, the same hard ass, and loner before Blair popped into his life. Simon got up and went over them. He stuck out his hand to the doctor.

"Captain Simon Banks, forgive him. Blair is his partner so he is understandably worried."

The doctor looked shell shocked.

"Heís a cop?"

Jim and Simon looked at each other. Simon shook his head.

"No he is a police observer. Trust me itís a long story. Can you tell us how he is doing?"

"Yes, yes of course." The doctor gestured to the seats. Jim and Simon sat facing the doctor.

"Well Mr. Sandburg has a sustained a concussion from the fall. It took 6 stitches to close that gash on his head, but I donít see any problems arising from this. I am concerned about his fever. His fever was 104.5 when he was brought in. We are trying to get it down now. He is dehydrated and very weak. He has all the symptoms of Gastrointestinalitis. Fever, nausea, abdominal cramping, diarrhea and abdominal tenderness. We have him on fluids to rehydrate him and we will start him on antibiotics for 4 to 5 days and take it from there."

Jim and Simon were stunned.

"Will he be ok?" Asked Jim.

The doctor smiled.

"With the proper treatment that heís getting now heíll be fine. He has a rough couple of days ahead of him and heíll need help when he leaves here because it will take a little time to get his strength back, but there is no need to worry. Your friend will be just fine."

A nurse came out and summoned the doctor back to Blairís bedside. The Doctor frowned.

"Excuse me one moment gentlemen."

Jim and Simon watched as the doctor hurried back to Blair. He was gone a few minutes before he came back. Jim thought he might die of high blood pressure before the night was through.

"Um Detective Ellison, Captain Banks we have a slight problem here."

Panic shot through Jim.

"What, what is it? Is it serious?" Oh god please let Blair be ok.

"Well it could be serious. Mr. Sandburg wants to leave. He keeps going on about how much work he has to do."

Simon couldnít believe it. This kid just doesnít know when to quite.

"Well just tell him it can all wait." Said Simon.

"Well he was told that. But he is stating that we cannot keep him here and he is right. He has the right to refuse medical attention. I cannot stress to you how important it is that he stays here and receive the antibiotics. Can one of you talk to him maybe he will listen to reason then."

"Just take me to him Dr. Grant; heíll stay here if I have to handcuff him to the bed."

Jim stated firmly. The doctor led him to the room holding Blair until they could get a room for him. Jim watched as Blair weakly tried to get out of bed, the nurses trying to reason with him. He watched as Blair tensed as a spasming pain shot through his stomach. He walked over to the nurse and quietly whispered to her that he would take care of Blair. The nurse smiled and left. Jim went over to Blair and pushed him by the shoulders back down to the bed.

"Easy Blair, just relax and let them help you. Youíre sick Blair you need to rest."

Jim looked down at Blair he looked so pale. Jim pushed back the sweat-matted hair from Blairís forehead.

"NoÖ" Blair licked his lips his mouth was so dry.

"YouÖdonítÖ. understandÖ.IÖIÖhaveÖ..soÖmuÖmuch....toÖ..doÖÖ.I Ö"

Jim placed his fingers over Blairís mouth to silence him.

"Shhhh, donít worry about the University. Simon and I will take care of that. You just concentrate on getting better. Then when you get out of here weíll get you home and get you settled in. The doctor said youíd need a few days rest after getting out of here."

Jim heard Blairís heart rate speed up when he spoke about getting Blair settled in at home. Then he saw such a look of sadness come over Blairís face.

Blair panicked when Jim started talking about taking him home. How could he tell him he didnít have a place yet when he in fact already had told Jim he was fine? Man Sandburg, how do you get yourself into these things? Jimís not going to have anything to do with you when he finds out you lied to him. Sadness swept over Blair at the thought that he would lose Jimís friendship.


Blairís voice was just a whisper god he couldnít remember ever feeling so week. But he had to tell Jim the truth now. No sense in him hanging around. He knew Jim wouldnít want to be around him when he found out he lied. Why did that thought bother him so much?


He was cut off when a spasm shot through his stomach.

"OhhhhÖÖ.god Ö..It. ÖHurtsÖ"


Jim reached down to message Blairís stomach.

" Easy Blair, shhhhh., rests now. Weíll talk when youíre feeling better. Ok? Relax now. Iím going to get the doctor so we can get you settled in a room. Iíll be right back."

Jim went out to get the doctor, who was very happy to hear that Blair would stay.

Blair was finally in a room. The doctors stopped poking and prodding him. He was still very uncomfortable; oh it wasnít as bad as before. Then had him on antibiotics, which should help, but the stomach spasms were killing him. The next one made him groan out loud. Suddenly he felt a hand on his arm, he looked over and was surprised to see Jim still with him.


He licked his lips and tried again.


Jim leaned over and placed a hand on Blairís forehead mindful of the bandage. He was still quite warm; hopefully his fever would break soon.

"Itís ok Blair, everything has been taken care of. Simon spoke with Chancellor Edwards and got your classes covered. She said not to worry about anything and just concentrate on getting better. I know youíre uncomfortable but the doctor gave you something to help you sleep so just try to relax."

Jim stroked Blairís hair and watched as the young mans eyes drifted closed.


The next few days were really tough on Blair. But, to Blair, it seemed a little easier because he had Jim there with him. But on the fourth day the doctor told Blair that he could go home providing he wouldnít be alone and continued to take his medication until it was finished. Blair promised he would as he sadly thought what home. I donít have a home and when Jim finds out I wonít have him either. Jim had to go into the station today. Simon had been great giving Jim time to stay with him. Blair was grateful for that. He also had visits from Joel Taggart. He really took a liking to Joel and would miss him. Well he should get dressed but he was so tired, his arms felt like lead weights. He managed to get up and by the time he got dressed he felt like he was going to pass out. When the doctor came in he was a little surprised to see Blair dressed, he could have sworn Detective Ellison said he would sign him out. One thing for certain was this was a very stubborn young man.

"Well Mr. Sandburg, here are your prescriptions you need to take them exactly as directed and you must rest for the next few days."

Blair looked at the prescriptions thinking how the hell am I going to pay for that. He was just about busted. He remembered having to replace all his EXPENSIVE books, and some clothes, most of his were destroyed in the explosion, and he had all of $87.47 left in his checking account. How was he going to hold out another two and a half weeks before his check came? Ok two weeks he already spent three days here. Well Blair youíve been in tough times before you can handle it. Youíre just sick now thatís why it seems to be more than you can handle. Yea, keep thinking that he thought. He looked up to see the doctor still talking to him.

"You will feel tired and at times dizzy donít be alarmed at that, thatís normal when youíre recuperating from this illness. But you wonít be alone, right?"

"No Doc. He wonít be alone at all."

Both Blair and the doctor were surprised to hear the voice from the door. They both looked over to see Jim looking at Blair with a look that said *God help you if you try to leave here alone! *

The doctor was almost relieved to see Jim had arrived; he was worried this fool boy was going to try to leave on his own.

Jim walked over and took the prescriptions from Blair and slipped them in his pocket. He looked at Blair with a smile.

"Ok Chief, you ready to hit the road?"

Blair didnít know what to say. God now it was all going to hit the fan.

"Umm yea, if you could just drop me off at my office, Iíll be fine."

Jim just looked at him. Why wouldnít Blair confide in him? Well Ellison, when the kid asked to stay with you, you practically threw him away. Jim sighed inwardly. Well the kid was going to take his help if Jim had to tie him up to do it. The kid has done so much for him, now it was time to help Blair.

"Your office?!" Jim shouted. He shook his head. "Blair the doctor said you need to lie down. Ok? So we have to make a stop first. Then you can rest."

Blair looked confused but just nodded his consent. The nurse arrived with his release forms and instructions printed out. Blair went to take them but Jim reached for them and placed them in his pocket. Blair just rolled his eyes at him. Jim gathered Blairís back pack and few cards he had received from the gang at major crime while he was here. By the time they got to Jimís truck Blair was shaking on wobbly legs. Jim got him in the truck and helped him with his seat belt. Blair watched confused as Jim ran around to his side of the truck and hopped in. Not one word was spoken between them until Jim pulled up infront of a pharmacy and said a quick be right back and was gone. Now Blair was really confused but he was so tired by this point he just shrugged his shoulders and leaned his head back.

Jim was in and out faster than he thought he would be. He had already bought all the necessary things he could think of to make Blair comfortable for the time being in the loft. Simon had given him the next few days off to help care for Blair, so he could get back on his feet. He got back in the truck and placed the bag between them. Not a word was spoken between them not even when Jim pulled up in front of his place. He just hopped out and went around to help Blair. Blair looked confused and started to say something but Jim motioned for him to be quiet.

"Weíll talk upstairs Chief, Ok? How about a cup of Tea?" Jim smiled.

Blair just shook his head and wondered what in the hell was going on. Jim opened the door and helped Blair to the couch. He didnít like the way Blair looked. He seemed really pale. He helped Blair get comfortable and then went to put the kettle on the stove. He pulled out a tea bag from the box he had bought yesterday and set about making Blair tea and toast. He carried the items over to Blair who was completely shocked.

"Hey Jim? How did you know this was my favorite herbal tea?"

Jim smiled.

"I saw it in your apartment that night."

"Oh. Thanks."

Jim pulled out the prescriptions from the bag and handed them to Blair.

"Ok this one is two every 8 hours and this one is one every 6 hours."

"Jim, why did you do that? I can get my own prescriptions."

"Yea well you looked really beat and I donít mind. I mean itís the least I could do."

He looked at Blair and took a deep breath. Ok Jim itís now or never.

"Ok. Sandburg hear me out here ok. I would like you to stay here until youíre better."

He blurted out quickly suddenly feeling so foolish for being so quick and saying it wrong.

Blair couldnít believe his ears. This could not be the same man who told him days ago that he couldnít stay with him. Blair didnít know what to say.

"Oh Jim thanks butÖ."

But what he thoughtÖ. Ok Iím fine Iím sleeping in my car! Yea, Jim would just love that one, ok smart ass how do you get out of this one. Shit Blair! Just get it over and tell Jim the truth. Better take the pain now.

"Jim thatís really thoughtful but I canít."

"Why not?"

"UmmÖlook Jim Iím fine, I."

He was cut off quickly.

"Blair look I know you havenít got a place to stay and youíre sick and you need to be somewhere where you can lay down and rest. Thatís here. Okay please stay. I would like it if you stayed. It would make me feel better."

Blair didnít know what to say.

"How did you know I didnít have a place to stay yet?"

Jim smiled.

"I didnít. You just told me. I wasnít sure if you found a place or not but when I found you in your office I was pretty sure by then. Iím sorry. I should have let you stay here when you first asked."

"Hey there is nothing to be sorry for. You have every right to say no itís your place man. Iím sorry I lied. I just didnítÖ.I donít want you feeling sorry for me, Iíve been in tough times before. I just never have been sick when those times rolled around. You donít have to let me stay Iíll be fine Jim really."

"Iím sure you will be. But it will make me feel better knowing youíre ok. So please stay."

Blair blushed and a warm feeling spread through him.

"Ok Iíll stay. Thanks."


Jim got up and opened the door Blair knew as Jimís storage room. He was stunned to find Jim had turned it into a bedroom. There was a futon, a nightstand, a desk in one corner and a bookshelf against the wall. Blair looked at Jimís smiling face.

"You had all this planned already."


"Ok what would you have done had I said no."

"Handcuffed you here until you changed your mind."

Blair just looked at Jim the was relieved when he saw him chuckle.

"You are so easy Sandburg."

"You shit."

Blair smiled back.

"Ok I promise not to make a mess when youíre at work. Iíll be good."

"Thatís ok Iíll be here. Simon gave me a few days off."

"What for?"

"Well to help take care of you and make sure youíre ok before I go back to work."

A lump formed in Blairís throat. Itís been a long time since anyone has taken care of him or even worried about him. He never even got this from Naomi, well not since he was a kid It was a nice feeling.

"Thanks Jim."

Jim walked over to Blair and tousled his hair.

"Youíre welcome chief. Now lets get you to bed. The doctor said you needed to rest for the next few days."

Blair just smiled. He tried to get up but his body wouldnít let him. He remembered the doctor saying he would be a little dizzy and light headed. He didnít believe he would experience any of it and he felt the room spin on him. He looked up when he felt a hand on his shoulder and a looked up into a pair of very concerned blue eyes.

"You ok Blair?"

Wow he must really be worried he is calling me Blair.

"Yea the doctor said there would be some dizziness and feeling light headed. I didnít think it would happen."

He tried to stand again and this time succeed with Jimís help. They made their way to the room when Jim helped Blair into the bed and tucked him in. Sheesh, I havenít been tucked in since I was six, Blair smiled.

"Get some sleep. Iíll call you for dinner."

Blair felt so comfortable. SoÖ.so welcomed. He sighed and fell into an easy slumber.



A week had passed by. Blair felt much better and was ready to go back to work. The problem was finding an apartment. He had a few problems. Number one he still had one week to go before he got his check and number two he couldnít find anything within his price range. All his friends barely had enough room for themselves let alone a roommate. What was he going to do? He heard the front door open. Jim got home early today. He walked out into the living room and saw Jim had a basket in one hand and take out in the other.

"Hey Chief, how you doing today?"

"Good thanks man. Whatís with the basket?"

"Well I wanted to ask you something, have a seat."

Blair sat on the couch as he watched Jim put the take out on the table. He watched as Jim brought the basket over he put the basket in front of Blair on the coffee table. As he released the handle a set of keys dangled from ribbon that was tied to the handle. Blair looked up at Jim.

"Well I know you have been trying to find a place and it hasnít been going well, and well I just wanted you to knowÖ. I like having you here and if you like, youíre welcome to stay."

Jim looked worried as Blair put his head down. I thought for sure he would say yes. He then saw a tear splash down on to Blairís pant leg. He reached out and pulled Blairís head up by taking his chin in hand.

"Blair why are you crying?"

Blair tried to wipe away his tears only to have Jim capture his hands.

"Iím sorry. Itís just been a long time since anyone cared about what happened to me. And you have been wonderful this week, taking care of me and all."

Geez, thought Jim the kid really didnít have anyone he could depend on. Well he had Jim now, whether he liked it or not.

"Well what do you say chief?"

"Oh man, Jim, Iíd love to stay. Thank you." He said past the lump in his throat.

Jim smiled and pulled Blair into a hug. He knew Blair needed one at the time. Then he pulled back and looked into Blairís blue eyes and said,

"Well Iím starving how about dinner?"

"Dinner sounds great Jim, just great."

Jim smiled and thought that went better than I thought it would. He was happy. He now always had his guide with him. The Sentinel protects the guide, the guide watch over the Sentinel. Yea life was good.