Warnings: You are about to read a snippet written in a very short amount of time while the author was on a sugar high. Also, it's not been beta-read.
You have been warned.
Disclaimer: The characters of the Sentinel do not belong to me. I wish they did, but they don't. They belong to some company called Pet Fly and an amazing channel called the Sci-Fi Channel which has been known to rescue shows which would otherwise be lost due to cancellation.
Hanging By His Fingertips...
It was cold, it was dark, and as if that weren't enough it was raining too. Fortune had once again spun her wheel and left Blair Sandburg hanging--this time literally. He was hanging by his fingertips onto a branch protruding from a ledge. It didn't help matters any that he was also afraid of heights. You'd think by now he'd have known better.....
How had he gotten himself into this predicament? Well, after finally wrapping up another grueling case, Jim, Simon and Blair had decided to go camping to relax. They had gathered up their gear and headed to the mountains. Maybe they should have reflected on their track record first. Oh, it had started out all right--they got settled into the cabin and had even gotten some fishing in. Then fate had intervened. Blair had decided to go looking for herbs. Having no sense of direction he had of course gotten lost.
So, Simon and Jim went looking for him. Then it had started to rain and the storm clouds had gathered bringing a premature night. During which time Blair had lost his balance, tripped, and fallen down a steep bank.
Which brings us back to him hanging by his fingertips onto a branch protruding from a ledge. By this time he was also muttering;
"Man, this sucks!"
"I am so bringing a compass next time!"
"Of course, there's not even going to be a next time since from now on I'm just going to stay indoors."
"Man, this sucks!"
"And where's Jim?"
Where is Jim? Well, at this very moment he had tuned in his hearing and heard that last comment. So, he and Simon took off in the direction of the sound. And there he found his Guide--hanging by his fingertips onto a branch protruding from a ledge. He quickly pulled him up. All three were relieved--until, they realized something. When Jim and Simon had taken off in the direction that Jim had heard Blair they hadn't paid attention to their surroundings. Result? Now all three were lost. But, at least Blair was no longer hanging by his fingertips onto a branch protruding from a ledge. That was a plus.
Now, how in the world were they going to get out of this mess?