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Author-Fran Cross
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Journal Entry #1
by Fran
Cross
Dues for SentinelAngst.
Disclaimer: I do not own them (unfortunately) I just take them off the shelf and play with them and return them relatively unharmed (hehe)
Notes: This is totally from Jim's POV. Also not beta'd or spellchecked
Dear Journal,
I was told 5 years ago about my new life and how I was to deal with it, but being the stubborn guy (yes even I can admit that) that I am, I wouldn't accept it.
Looking back at it now, Incancha had the patience of Job. I fought his old-fashioned weapons training from day one. That is until I encountered my first oponent, who was out for not only my blood but also my head.
Luckily Incancha was a great teacher. If he were not, I would not be here today. Things really got interesting when I was quote unquote rescued from Peru.
For some reason I lost my heightened senses but not the memories of them. Incancha told me this would happen and of course again I did not believe him. That is until I stepped of the huey and phhst they weren't there anymore.
Incancha told me that when the time was right that my senses would return and that I would also find my one true guide (of course he did not use *that* term).
After my rescue, I left the army and decided to do join the Cascade PD. I fit right in. I fast tracked my way through the academy and beat patrol. Then I ended up in Vice. That is an experience I want to forget. Then I got transferred to Major Crimes.
I knew something was up when I entered the bullpen the first time and felt the familiar hum and odd vibration in my head. Let me tell you the first time I ever felt that I thought I was going crazy. But I had Inchancha to explain it to me.
Well, my encounter with Simon was somewhat tense because we were trying to feel each other out. I knew he knew what I was and I knew what he was. Finally I layed the cards out on the table, so to speak. I told him I was not going to sneak up on him in a dark alley or anything. That I was just there to do my job like him.
I never really understood how it came about that he was a Captain in Major Crimes, what with his lack of "true" police training. That is until I learned from a friend of mine, who is a higher up in the CIA that Simon has a few friends working for him in a special goverment agency that does not even have a name just a letter to describe what they do.
Well I have been working for Simon for about 3 years. Of course we are as close as Captain and his employee can get on a day to day basis.
My senses returned in full force. There for a while I repressed what happened to me in Peru. I had been having what I now are sensory spikes since last June. But not all of my senses came on line at once, until last week. I even visited a ear, nose and throat specialist back in June because my hearing was spiking. Boy, was that Dr. a big guy.
When I was investigating the Switchman last week they all came back. I actually zoned on a pan of boiling water. Then I lost the suspect when my eyesight spiked.
I walked into Simon's office and asked to be taken off the case. He informed that I could have a half a day off and then to get my butt back in there.
I ended going to the University Medical Center. While I was waiting for my tests results, I got the wave of sound that is given off by someone who has not yet met their first death. That was when he walked in.
I thought who is this guy and why do I feel such an attraction and a need to protect him all of a sudden. When I say attraction I was not talking about a sexual attraction more like a big brother/little brother attraction.
I, of course, reacted in my normal fashioned way. I got all tough and non-caring attitude. I even threatened to run him in on drug charges. That is when he suprised the heck out of me. He actually stood up to me.
Incancha's words came back to me about my senses and also them going dormant until I found my second soul. Incancha had acted as my temporary guide in Peru, but this guy was to be my true guide.
I now know not to judge a book by it's cover. Blair, that is his name, may look little but underneath is one tough cookie. I mean how many people would take on a mad bomber without back up, I mean besides me.
I about died laughing when he climbed up that tree and kept mumbling about "getting his skull ventilated by a pissed off magpie". It was all I could do just to keep a straight face.
But the guy is crazy about doing all these tests. And if he thinks that I am going to let him use me as a project then he has another thing coming.
Seriously though, how do I keep him safe if I know that he is going to have to experience his first death before he can be his full potential. It should make me happy that we will never be parted but that is only a little comforting.
Man, where are all these protective instincts coming from. I have never felt this way toward any other human being. Not even Steven. Maybe this has something to do with the Sentinel/Guide bond, if there is such a thing.
I am going to end it here for tonight. I have a big day ahead of me tomorrow. We have to meet tomorrow and decide how we are going to approach Simon about him becoming my *partner*. Oh I cannot wait to see the look on his face.
To be continued....
Well there it is. Please be kind. I am not a professional writer by any means. Any mistakes were left in because this is after all a journal entry and most people do not spell correct their journal entries LOL.