Disclamer: Sadly the boys (Jim and Blair) doesn't belong to me and neather do the other char. from The Sentinel. Though all the other Char. are my babies.
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Blair smiled at Desire as the doctor checked her over. "Well, I don't see anything wrong at the moment, besides the obvouse," the elderly doctor said, "but I would like to see her next week. Then we can start physical theripy."
"So she's free to go?" Blair asked excited to be able to take his daughter back to the loft.
"Yes."
Blair turned to his daughter, "You ready to go home?"
At the menchin of home her eyes lipt up and a huge smile spred on her lips. I wonder if mommy has dinner ready, Desire thought.
"I'll take that big beautiful smile as a yes," Blair said as a nurse rolled a wheel shair into the room.
She held out her arms to her father that she known for a week. Blair's heart went out to his daughter; for, that was the first real action toward him as a father. He picked her up and placed her gently in the wheelchair. She practically bounced in the seat. With a chuckle he signed her out and pushed her to his car.
Jim was in the parking lot waiting for them with Evan by his side and a wheelchair in front of him. Blair smiled as he helped Desire into the wheelchair.
"Thanks for meeting us out here, Jim," Blair said.
"My pleasure, Cheif," Jim said watching his son rush over to Desire, "let's get the kids inside."
Evan took the handles and pushed his best friend across the street toward the loft.
"Careful Evan," Jim said to his 12-year-old son.
"Yes, father," Evan called back over his shoulder.
In the loft the kids were eating in the livingroom. Jim and Blair sat up at the table talking softly and drinking coffee.
"I still can't believe it," Blair said staring at Desire as she kept looking at the door.
"Me too, Chief, me too," Jim smiled as he looked at his son as Evan watched tv, "Though there isn't room for all of us here."
"I've knowticed that too."
"We'll start house hunting tomorrow."
Blair nodded in agreement.
As Jim and Blair talked Desire kept looking toward the door. I wonder when mommy will be home, she thought. Evan noticed Desire's small actions.
"What is it, D?" he asked.
Desire opened her mouth to ask him the question that was plegging her mind, but nothing came out. Frustrated she picked up her notepad and pencil, and wrote 'when will mommy be home?' The color drained from his face as he read what was written. Seeing his son's distress, Jim rushed over to him.
"What's wrong?" Jim asked, "What is it, son?"
Evan just pointed to what Desire wrote. Jim read the question and looked over at Blair.
"Umm...Sandburg, you might want to talk to your daughter," Jim said.
Blair walked into the livingroom confused, "About what?"
Jim gently took the notepad from Desire and handed it to Blair. Blair took it and read it. Tears came into his eyes and he looked at his daughter. Her eyes were hopeful and happy that it broke his heart to do what he knew he had to do. He went around the wheelchair and pushed her gently into his room, "Come on sweetheart, we need to talk."
Once in the bedroom Blair sat on his bed facing Desire. He took a deep breath before beginning.
"Desire, baby, we need to talk about your mommy," Blair said, "There's no easy way to tell you this, but straight out. Sweety, your mommy isn't coming back. She's dead, but she'll always be with you in your heart."
Tears sprung into Desire's eyes as she realized what was being said. She turned her head away as she shook as she cried. All Blair could think of to do was hold the young girl as she cried.
