Wild Guide
Disclaimer-I am the Rightful Queen of the Universe. Those Lawyers will eventually be crushed by my mighty army. Hey…where did the army go…WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT MUTINIED?! PET FLY?! WHAT KIND OF NAME IS THAT! How dare they own MY SENTINEL! WHAT SOMEONE STOLE ALL OF MY MONEY TOO! guess I don't own them…
Rating-PG Still
Warning-Who needs reality. Who needs sanity? Who needs canon? It's an AU(now there's a shock).
My sanity went on vacation…five years ago. It never even sent me a post card. The nerve of it.
Minor revisions 4/5/02
Blair was psyched he was finally going to graduate and get his Ph. D. He successfully defended his thesis just the other day. It was the most nerve- wracking time in his life. At only 23 he was officially a Doctor of Anthropology. He had numerous other degrees and even more minors. Thanks to Naomi's constant praise and assistance he was able to finish high school way early and soon after got accepted to Rainier.
To celebrate his success Blair and a few friends went clubbing. Now as a result he was five minutes late for his work-study job with Professor Allen. Blair had been working for Allen for a little over a year. He graded papers, transcribed notes, and generally made himself useful. Quiet frankly though Blair rarely saw Professor Allen. He was always somewhere else. Generally Blair was given a list of things to do and he simply did them. It was no different than any other assistant's jobs.
Man, he thought, this hangover is killing me. He opened the door to Allen's office just in time to see two guys in trench coats raise two really mean looking guns and shoot Professor Allen. "Holy Shit!" Two faces whip around to stare straight at him. One had black hair and brown eyes. The other was blonde with hazel eyes. Both sets of eyes looked cold and vicious Blair then realized what a bad move he had made by making himself known. Both bad guys looked straight at him and opened fire.
Blair immediately ran as fast as he could away from the killers. Sirens were wailing closer the college. Someone must have noticed something strange going on. Blair had just reached the lobby when he saw two uniformed officers walking in the doors. Then he saw the shooters calmly walking over and talking with them. Blair nearly gagged when they produced two badges.
Panicking Blair went out the back door of the office building. He then got in his beat up Corvair and left the college as fast as he could.
A few hours later back at the College . . .
"Sir we have a video." Ryf said. A camera had been hidden in a burial urn. Forensics just found it in a bookcase near the door.
"Great find out what's on it and fast." Simon said. The victim was Professor Gerald Allen an anthropologist of good standing. The building was virtually disserted at this time of day due to afternoon classes. A secretary in a nearby office heard muffled shots and called it in. It was a very messy scene. Seven shots connected to the body of the victim. One right through the eyes. One went through his neck and rest hit near the heart. Blood had splattered everywhere.
"Hey Simon take a look at this." Detective Jim Ellison said from the hallway. In the wall opposite the door were nearly a dozen bullet holes. Simon only needed one look at the wall to understand what was going on. Somewhere on the campus or nearby area was a terrified witness.
"Lets go and check what's on that video." Simon said.
A few minutes later the murder scene was completely played out neither of the shooters got into camera range. However the Major Crimes Division plainly saw the door open up two black coated shoulders walk through and the door closing. They saw the professor look up and look scared. The victim then got up and pointed back towards the door. He reached for the phone an instant later and the two figures pull out guns. Then the door opened a second time just as the gunmen shot and killed their victim. A second later door shut again. Then reopened as the gunmen went after the witness.
Then Taggert walked into the room. "We just found a second camera. It was located just over the desk. This college is nuts about surveillance especially with all of the artifacts in this guy's office." He put the tape into the viewer and proceeded to watch to the point of the murder.
Simon walked over to where Jim was watching the video. "Jim find this witness he or she is in a lot of danger until we find them and put them into police protection. We have two killers on the loose who have seen their witness get the point?"
"Yes sir." It didn't take long to find out that Professor Allen had a work- Study student who was supposed to come in and work at about the same time the murder took place. Security was really helpful and gave him everything they had on the kid.
When he got to Sandburg's listed address he noticed the neighborhood as one of his favorites back from the Vice squad. Sandburg's file listed him as a levelheaded young man who just finished his doctoral program in Anthropology. No listed warnings, tickets, or arrests on file.
while rare tended to be stronger than trained Guides are. They also tended to Then a distant tingling of Jim's senses filled in another part of the kid's life. He was an unbonded wild Guide. As a sentinel any guide within a certain distance is immediately picked up on some inner sensor. Hopefully he wouldn't be too hard to control. Wild Guides be head strong. Many Sentinels believed that be early training Guides you generally lost more than gained. Guides instinctually knew how to handle their bonded Sentinel. It was trying to get two unbonded people to work together artificially that you got problems.
Over ten years ago the government outlawed early training of guides. It was required that the guide be at least 18 before he or she went through training. Before the laws were passed Guides were trained from the moment they were weaned from their mother's milk. After massive human rights abuses were uncovered and new independent studies were commissioned it was discovered that somehow Guides no longer led the Sentinel but was the Sentinel's slave for life. This was not how it was supposed to be. The new regime began to return the bond to its more natural equal state. They said that a guide shouldn't train until he or she was 18. However, many people still had their children who were found to be guides unofficially trained by private tutors. Then the child when they reached 18 would find him or herself in a college dedicated to teaching, training, and bonding Guides to Sentinels. More studies conducted these new Guides while stronger than the guides of the old regime were still extremely weak when compared to Wild Guides. Even guides who were never trained until going to the university were still much weaker than a Guide who had no training.
Jim wasn't the only one with an inner sensor. Blair was in his apartment in the warehouse. For the past half an hour he had been stuffing cloths into empty bags and tossing them into his car. He froze up when he felt a nearby, unbonded Sentinel. Great just what I needed more to worry about.
"Open up police I need to talk to a Blair Sandburg." Strong masculine and unemotional Blair thought to himself. One of the first things Blair bought when he got into the warehouse was a camera for over the front door. He plainly saw that whoever this Sentinel was he was not the shooters. Please let him be a Blessid Protector and not a crazy cat. Blair cautiously walked to the door and opened it up to let the detective in.
Just as he opened the door shots rang out from a nearby, parked Cadillac. Blair hit the floor with the Sentinel shielding him with his body. At least one bullet hit its mark though as Blair felt a sharp burn fly it's way through his right shoulder. The pain of it made him pass out.
Ellison hadn't known anything was wrong until the first bullets rang out. Sandburg already being keyed up from the murder hit the deck first. Every cop instinct made him immediately get on top of him to protect him from potential harm. At some point he smelt blood and felt the small body under his go limp. Thankfully when it was over he still felt a pulse. Probably passed out from the pain Ellison thought. He immediately called for an ambulance and for units to meet him at the emergency room. He then called Simon to update him on his status. By the time he got finished with his calls the ambulance had arrived and was securing Sandburg to a gurney. Uniformed officers were taking control over the scene and questioning potential witnesses already.
The bullet had passed right through and didn't hit anything vital. Apparently he was riding the edge of exhaustion though. Sometime during the examination he passed from unconsciousness to sleep. Simon walked into the emergency looking like a thundercloud.
"We just found out that the shooters are two FBI agents. Two uniforms saw them on their way out and they claimed to have already been in the area for an unrelated case and were willing to help. Thankfully the uniforms refused and sent them on their way. It's a good bet that our witness here saw them flash their badges. Cameras have him hidden out of the line of sight." So close they had the shooters right under their nose and let them go on their merry way. "How bad is it?" Simon feared the worst without a witness the case would still be prosecutable but just barely.
"He'll be fine. They'll be releasing him as soon as he wakes up. The bullet didn't hit anything major and went right through." Ellison was concerned about the mating instinct though. It was the first stage of bonding and he was feeling it urgently. The kid wasn't going to stay single for very much longer.
Doctor Knells walked in just then. "Detectives. He just woke up and we'll be releasing him soon with some prescriptions to fill." Knells asked to questions and kept her statements brief. She was a competent doctor that most Police Officers liked. Wordlessly she handed the prescriptions for the Detectives to take. Simon grabbed them before Jim got the chance.
"I'll fill these out. You bring Sandburg to the safe house. We'll talk there."
"Right. Lead the way Doctor."
Ellison got a glimpse of black hair as it rushed into a nearby bathroom. Apparently more urgent matters needed to be addressed. The sound of a toilet flushing and the door opening. "Mr. Sandburg, I presume?" Ellison asked softly.
"Yeah that's me alright. Who are you?" Blair had had the queen of all bad days. It started out with a hangover, progressed to be shot at not once but twice, and it wasn't even lunchtime yet.
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Disclaimer-I am the Rightful Queen of the Universe. Those Lawyers will eventually be crushed by my mighty army. Hey…where did the army go…WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT MUTINIED?! PET FLY?! WHAT KIND OF NAME IS THAT! How dare they own MY SENTINEL! WHAT SOMEONE STOLE ALL OF MY MONEY TOO! guess I don't own them…
Rating-PG Still
Warning-Who needs reality. Who needs sanity? Who needs canon? It's an AU(now there's a shock).
My sanity went on vacation…five years ago. It never even sent me a post card. The nerve of it.
Minor revisions 4/5/02
Blair was psyched he was finally going to graduate and get his Ph. D. He successfully defended his thesis just the other day. It was the most nerve- wracking time in his life. At only 23 he was officially a Doctor of Anthropology. He had numerous other degrees and even more minors. Thanks to Naomi's constant praise and assistance he was able to finish high school way early and soon after got accepted to Rainier.
To celebrate his success Blair and a few friends went clubbing. Now as a result he was five minutes late for his work-study job with Professor Allen. Blair had been working for Allen for a little over a year. He graded papers, transcribed notes, and generally made himself useful. Quiet frankly though Blair rarely saw Professor Allen. He was always somewhere else. Generally Blair was given a list of things to do and he simply did them. It was no different than any other assistant's jobs.
Man, he thought, this hangover is killing me. He opened the door to Allen's office just in time to see two guys in trench coats raise two really mean looking guns and shoot Professor Allen. "Holy Shit!" Two faces whip around to stare straight at him. One had black hair and brown eyes. The other was blonde with hazel eyes. Both sets of eyes looked cold and vicious Blair then realized what a bad move he had made by making himself known. Both bad guys looked straight at him and opened fire.
Blair immediately ran as fast as he could away from the killers. Sirens were wailing closer the college. Someone must have noticed something strange going on. Blair had just reached the lobby when he saw two uniformed officers walking in the doors. Then he saw the shooters calmly walking over and talking with them. Blair nearly gagged when they produced two badges.
Panicking Blair went out the back door of the office building. He then got in his beat up Corvair and left the college as fast as he could.
A few hours later back at the College . . .
"Sir we have a video." Ryf said. A camera had been hidden in a burial urn. Forensics just found it in a bookcase near the door.
"Great find out what's on it and fast." Simon said. The victim was Professor Gerald Allen an anthropologist of good standing. The building was virtually disserted at this time of day due to afternoon classes. A secretary in a nearby office heard muffled shots and called it in. It was a very messy scene. Seven shots connected to the body of the victim. One right through the eyes. One went through his neck and rest hit near the heart. Blood had splattered everywhere.
"Hey Simon take a look at this." Detective Jim Ellison said from the hallway. In the wall opposite the door were nearly a dozen bullet holes. Simon only needed one look at the wall to understand what was going on. Somewhere on the campus or nearby area was a terrified witness.
"Lets go and check what's on that video." Simon said.
A few minutes later the murder scene was completely played out neither of the shooters got into camera range. However the Major Crimes Division plainly saw the door open up two black coated shoulders walk through and the door closing. They saw the professor look up and look scared. The victim then got up and pointed back towards the door. He reached for the phone an instant later and the two figures pull out guns. Then the door opened a second time just as the gunmen shot and killed their victim. A second later door shut again. Then reopened as the gunmen went after the witness.
Then Taggert walked into the room. "We just found a second camera. It was located just over the desk. This college is nuts about surveillance especially with all of the artifacts in this guy's office." He put the tape into the viewer and proceeded to watch to the point of the murder.
Simon walked over to where Jim was watching the video. "Jim find this witness he or she is in a lot of danger until we find them and put them into police protection. We have two killers on the loose who have seen their witness get the point?"
"Yes sir." It didn't take long to find out that Professor Allen had a work- Study student who was supposed to come in and work at about the same time the murder took place. Security was really helpful and gave him everything they had on the kid.
When he got to Sandburg's listed address he noticed the neighborhood as one of his favorites back from the Vice squad. Sandburg's file listed him as a levelheaded young man who just finished his doctoral program in Anthropology. No listed warnings, tickets, or arrests on file.
while rare tended to be stronger than trained Guides are. They also tended to Then a distant tingling of Jim's senses filled in another part of the kid's life. He was an unbonded wild Guide. As a sentinel any guide within a certain distance is immediately picked up on some inner sensor. Hopefully he wouldn't be too hard to control. Wild Guides be head strong. Many Sentinels believed that be early training Guides you generally lost more than gained. Guides instinctually knew how to handle their bonded Sentinel. It was trying to get two unbonded people to work together artificially that you got problems.
Over ten years ago the government outlawed early training of guides. It was required that the guide be at least 18 before he or she went through training. Before the laws were passed Guides were trained from the moment they were weaned from their mother's milk. After massive human rights abuses were uncovered and new independent studies were commissioned it was discovered that somehow Guides no longer led the Sentinel but was the Sentinel's slave for life. This was not how it was supposed to be. The new regime began to return the bond to its more natural equal state. They said that a guide shouldn't train until he or she was 18. However, many people still had their children who were found to be guides unofficially trained by private tutors. Then the child when they reached 18 would find him or herself in a college dedicated to teaching, training, and bonding Guides to Sentinels. More studies conducted these new Guides while stronger than the guides of the old regime were still extremely weak when compared to Wild Guides. Even guides who were never trained until going to the university were still much weaker than a Guide who had no training.
Jim wasn't the only one with an inner sensor. Blair was in his apartment in the warehouse. For the past half an hour he had been stuffing cloths into empty bags and tossing them into his car. He froze up when he felt a nearby, unbonded Sentinel. Great just what I needed more to worry about.
"Open up police I need to talk to a Blair Sandburg." Strong masculine and unemotional Blair thought to himself. One of the first things Blair bought when he got into the warehouse was a camera for over the front door. He plainly saw that whoever this Sentinel was he was not the shooters. Please let him be a Blessid Protector and not a crazy cat. Blair cautiously walked to the door and opened it up to let the detective in.
Just as he opened the door shots rang out from a nearby, parked Cadillac. Blair hit the floor with the Sentinel shielding him with his body. At least one bullet hit its mark though as Blair felt a sharp burn fly it's way through his right shoulder. The pain of it made him pass out.
Ellison hadn't known anything was wrong until the first bullets rang out. Sandburg already being keyed up from the murder hit the deck first. Every cop instinct made him immediately get on top of him to protect him from potential harm. At some point he smelt blood and felt the small body under his go limp. Thankfully when it was over he still felt a pulse. Probably passed out from the pain Ellison thought. He immediately called for an ambulance and for units to meet him at the emergency room. He then called Simon to update him on his status. By the time he got finished with his calls the ambulance had arrived and was securing Sandburg to a gurney. Uniformed officers were taking control over the scene and questioning potential witnesses already.
The bullet had passed right through and didn't hit anything vital. Apparently he was riding the edge of exhaustion though. Sometime during the examination he passed from unconsciousness to sleep. Simon walked into the emergency looking like a thundercloud.
"We just found out that the shooters are two FBI agents. Two uniforms saw them on their way out and they claimed to have already been in the area for an unrelated case and were willing to help. Thankfully the uniforms refused and sent them on their way. It's a good bet that our witness here saw them flash their badges. Cameras have him hidden out of the line of sight." So close they had the shooters right under their nose and let them go on their merry way. "How bad is it?" Simon feared the worst without a witness the case would still be prosecutable but just barely.
"He'll be fine. They'll be releasing him as soon as he wakes up. The bullet didn't hit anything major and went right through." Ellison was concerned about the mating instinct though. It was the first stage of bonding and he was feeling it urgently. The kid wasn't going to stay single for very much longer.
Doctor Knells walked in just then. "Detectives. He just woke up and we'll be releasing him soon with some prescriptions to fill." Knells asked to questions and kept her statements brief. She was a competent doctor that most Police Officers liked. Wordlessly she handed the prescriptions for the Detectives to take. Simon grabbed them before Jim got the chance.
"I'll fill these out. You bring Sandburg to the safe house. We'll talk there."
"Right. Lead the way Doctor."
Ellison got a glimpse of black hair as it rushed into a nearby bathroom. Apparently more urgent matters needed to be addressed. The sound of a toilet flushing and the door opening. "Mr. Sandburg, I presume?" Ellison asked softly.
"Yeah that's me alright. Who are you?" Blair had had the queen of all bad days. It started out with a hangover, progressed to be shot at not once but twice, and it wasn't even lunchtime yet.
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