Fandom: The Sentinel
Pairing: Jim/Blair
Wordcount: 502
Beta read: no. help pretty please?
a/n: for more information if curious venture to my livejournal. Mistakes are all mine. I'm sorry, but updates will probably be sporadic despite both MsSs and Libra being beloved projects of mine. Characters not mine. No infringement intended, no profit derived.
This is a spinoff of MsSs(Highlander), focusing primarily on the lives and loves of Jim and Blair. Blair is an immortal.
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Arc of Libra: Ad Initium
Prologue
Circa ~ 4036 A.D.
Running blindly through the hallowed ancient halls of what was once Hargrove Hall, Rainer, a figure burst through sliding doors, barely allowing for the eye scanners to complete and unlock the entrance to a spacious office. Over-inundated with preciously preserved books, tech-plates filled with journals, articles, accumulated artifacts from far distant lands decorated every possible nook and cranny.
Sunlight spilled through the only window of the room and golden dust-mites created a halo that shimmered around the office's single occupant, settling gently into riotous curls gathered at the nape, whilst its owner struggled to slow the shudders heaving through his chest. Collapsing in his chair a trembling hand lifted to cradle his temple, massaging at the tension thundering through his veins that had started thrumming right from the moment he'd walked into the lecture theatre and found just whom it was that the local law enforcement had sent for consultation with one of Cascade Academic Institution's foremost Anthropology tenure's.
Remembering falling into ice-blue eyes that ran assessingly over him, and then narrowed thoughtfully –no doubt at the spike detected in his heartbeat— before turning bland and professional as he introduced himself as the lead detective-lieutenant investigating in the Skellar Murders (a spree of ritual killings that had swept throughout the north-western costal cities)— had made the fine hairs of his forearm and the small of his back stand at end as the academic recalled the sensation of pre-immortal buzz that had grated at his tender nerves upon clasping the Lieutenant's hand in greeting.
He'd known hadn't he? He must have, when he'd woken up from blue-drenched dreams into a morning that was heavy with... anticipation, as though the very air following him was containing within itself a promise of providence that was long overdue. Eagerly, painfully, awaited.
Terrified of.
His third and final chance. Almost to the year, two-millennia since he'd gazed at eyes the colour of that particular glacial-blue. Two thousand years since he'd been in presence of his heartmate, since they had shared but one mortal lifetime together —apart from the blissful three months he'd spent in Lima(again mortal, ended in tragedy. He blames himself)— as the Urban Wars had broken out to the dawn of the Third Millennium.
He had looked wonderful. Gloriously masculine, with the stance of a man comfortable and settled within his own skin. Faint laugh lines crinkled the corners of his eyes as he'd listened to the somewhat outrageous questions thrown by his more impertinent students. Chiselled features complemented the military-styled cut, widows peak accentuated by the high hairline. Beautiful.
Utterly inescapably Jim Ellison, reincarnated in the form of one pre-immortal Lieutenant James O'Roarke of the illustrious Roarke Family. Either the Fates were being very very, cruel or it was a blessing of the serendipitous reunion –in disguise. Probably both.
Immortal Blair Sandburg, masquerading as mortal academic Professor Jake Burgess Mckay, covered his face with trembling palms. Emotions of incandescent joy, and unparalleled terror suffused him. Last chance at the brass ring, Blair. No mistakes.
Don't screw it up.
TBC