Title: Brothers, What do you mean Brothers?!?!
Rating: pg13
Disclaimer: I don't own the Sentinel; please don't sue because it won't produce anything. I'm just student after all.
Author's note: Thanks for the people who reviewed, and Mathias I fixed the first chapter's problems as best I could. But the suddenness of the ringleader stepping forward I'm leaving. I like the way it is and I want that to stay the way it is. I hope the other fixes though meet your approval. Okay, here's the next Chapter, The last Chapter, thankfully. I hope you like it, Good reading!
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Nearly a month later . . .
"Simon, I have to ask a favor, it's . . . important," I asked softly. "What is it Blair?," he asked , his loud voice toning down at the soft, shaky, and hesitant tone of his youngest Detective. "Well, it's like this Simon, I need you to get a sample of my blood and Jim's blood at this upcoming Blood Drive. It's because . . ."
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Two weeks later . . .
"Simon, I go-ot th-th-the tes-tes-test re-results ba-back," Blair stammered as he shut the door to the office shut and dropped into the chair in front of Simon's desk. "And . . .?," Simon asked, a tad hesitantly. Blair cleared his throat, but only managed to utter a soft squeak. With an apologetic look he handed the report to Simon.
Simon glanced through the graph and representations of DNA strands, flipping to the results. As he read over them, his eyes widened in shock and then almost a sort of understanding. "Blair, this means . . . ?," he asked softly, the meaning of the papers derailing his train of thought.
"It means Simon, that William Ellison is my father, and that Jim is my half brother," Blair uttered softly. "And I don't know what to do Simon," Blair admitted, his head in his hands. "You simply tell him, . . . Blair . . . if I know Jim, this will only make it official that you're family. That in fact you're brothers in blood now, as well as by choice," Simon replied, his words hesitant, but strong.
Blair looked at him, searching his face for some sign. "But if were really half brothers, . . . doesn't that . . . doesn't it mean we can't be partners anymore?," he asked, the fear in his voice evident.
Simon frowned at him before pulling off his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Look Blair, this is an unusual case with unusual circumstances. As long as you don't bring up the relationship up with anyone outside of your friends and family I think it will be okay. And if you're worried about telling Jim, wait till he gets back from records and I'll bring him in here. You can tell him then," Simon finished gently. "Thanks Simon," Blair replied, a weak smile gracing his face as he turned back to looking at the results.
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Jim frowned as he glanced around the Bullpen, looking for his partner. Glancing at Simon's office and the drawn blinds, something told him to check there first. Laying the files he had on his desk he headed for the office door. He reached for the knob automatically, then stopping himself, raised his hand to knock on the door. A resounding bellow of "come in" from Simon was all he needed before sticking his head in.
Jim's question died on his lips as he caught sight of his partner's pale face. Tuning in automatically to Blair's heart rate, he stepped into the office and closed the door behind him. "Blair, what's wrong?," he asked, his gaze focusing in at the manila folder in his Guide's hand.
Jim's heart froze at the small glance he saw of the file inside, before his partner closed it, noting the charts that looked medical to his eyes. Jim glanced back at his Guide, noting the white-knuckled grip on the folder and the small tremors running through the slight body of his best friend.
"Oh God," Jim thought, "What if something's wrong with him?" "Jim, why don't you have a seat?," Simon asked softly, the gentle tone sending alarm bells ringing in Jim's head. "Blair is something wrong?," Jim blurted out before he could stop himself.
Blair's gaze dropped at his question, and instead of speaking he simply held out the folder towards Jim.
Jim took the folder with trembling fingers, a thousand thoughts running through his head. 'What if something was wrong with Blair? What if this was his letter of resignation and he's decided to go back to the Uni.? What if he's dying?,' Jim thought wildly. With fear he opened the folder, and gazed at the first page, his heart in his throat.
As his eyes skimmed over the info, his gaze became puzzled. 'DNA Results?,' his mind questioned as he began to flip through the pages. As he got to the last page, his eyes widened in shock. 'DNA match 83%, possible siblings?,' he read to himself. 'Siblings? Did that mean that Blair was . . ..' he thought wildly.
Turning his gaze to his Guide, he was shocked to see tear-filled ocean-blue eyes looking back at him. "Does this mean? . . . " he began, his words trailing off.
Blair bowed his head, swallowing in fear at the next words to come out of his mouth and the reaction they might invoke. "It means according to the results that your Dad is my father, . . . and that we're brothers," he finished, raising his gaze in fear.
Jim stared back at the wet eyes, the word 'brothers', echoing in his head. "Brothers?," he repeated, his mind trying to process that thought as his gaze locked with his Guide's.
Then to Blair's surprise, and Simon's assumption of what would happen, Jim reached across and pulled Blair into the tightest hug he could manage. Blair numbly returned the embrace, not realizing his reaction.
"You're not angry?," Blair asked in quiet surprise, his eyes as wide as they would go. Jim pulled back immediately at the unexpected words, searching the wide eyes and fearful face in front of him. "What do you mean angry?," Jim demanded, "I couldn't be happier. You're my little brother by blood as well as by choice now. I got two little brothers now. Even if you are only a half-brother that doesn't change things. Chief, you'll always be a brother to me and now I got blood proof. Why would I be angry?," he demanded once more.
"Because," Blair began softly, averting his gaze. "I . . .," his words faltering. "I'm not exactly . . .," he began again, his gaze focusing on the floor as he dropped his arms.
"Blair," Jim began softly, tipping Blair's head up to meet his gaze. "I'm not mad and WON'T ever be ashamed THAT YOU'RE my brother. Remember that, little brother," he finished as Blair wrapped his arms around Jim tightly. Jim smiled at Simon over the top of the curly head, and Simon grinned back.
Blair smiled to himself as he buried his head into his brother's shoulder. 'Brother,' he thought wildly, 'I have two big brothers.' His hold tightened fractionally as he closed his eyes. 'This time I won't lose the big brothers I'm given. I won't lose them like I lost my other one.'
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Author's Note: I hope this chapter meets your satisfaction. I hope everyone likes it, and once again all reviews are accepted. I don't mind constructive criticism or even flames. Oh, and I hope you like the continuing sequel to this called, "My Name Is . . .," Thanks.
Rating: pg13
Disclaimer: I don't own the Sentinel; please don't sue because it won't produce anything. I'm just student after all.
Author's note: Thanks for the people who reviewed, and Mathias I fixed the first chapter's problems as best I could. But the suddenness of the ringleader stepping forward I'm leaving. I like the way it is and I want that to stay the way it is. I hope the other fixes though meet your approval. Okay, here's the next Chapter, The last Chapter, thankfully. I hope you like it, Good reading!
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Nearly a month later . . .
"Simon, I have to ask a favor, it's . . . important," I asked softly. "What is it Blair?," he asked , his loud voice toning down at the soft, shaky, and hesitant tone of his youngest Detective. "Well, it's like this Simon, I need you to get a sample of my blood and Jim's blood at this upcoming Blood Drive. It's because . . ."
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Two weeks later . . .
"Simon, I go-ot th-th-the tes-tes-test re-results ba-back," Blair stammered as he shut the door to the office shut and dropped into the chair in front of Simon's desk. "And . . .?," Simon asked, a tad hesitantly. Blair cleared his throat, but only managed to utter a soft squeak. With an apologetic look he handed the report to Simon.
Simon glanced through the graph and representations of DNA strands, flipping to the results. As he read over them, his eyes widened in shock and then almost a sort of understanding. "Blair, this means . . . ?," he asked softly, the meaning of the papers derailing his train of thought.
"It means Simon, that William Ellison is my father, and that Jim is my half brother," Blair uttered softly. "And I don't know what to do Simon," Blair admitted, his head in his hands. "You simply tell him, . . . Blair . . . if I know Jim, this will only make it official that you're family. That in fact you're brothers in blood now, as well as by choice," Simon replied, his words hesitant, but strong.
Blair looked at him, searching his face for some sign. "But if were really half brothers, . . . doesn't that . . . doesn't it mean we can't be partners anymore?," he asked, the fear in his voice evident.
Simon frowned at him before pulling off his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Look Blair, this is an unusual case with unusual circumstances. As long as you don't bring up the relationship up with anyone outside of your friends and family I think it will be okay. And if you're worried about telling Jim, wait till he gets back from records and I'll bring him in here. You can tell him then," Simon finished gently. "Thanks Simon," Blair replied, a weak smile gracing his face as he turned back to looking at the results.
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Jim frowned as he glanced around the Bullpen, looking for his partner. Glancing at Simon's office and the drawn blinds, something told him to check there first. Laying the files he had on his desk he headed for the office door. He reached for the knob automatically, then stopping himself, raised his hand to knock on the door. A resounding bellow of "come in" from Simon was all he needed before sticking his head in.
Jim's question died on his lips as he caught sight of his partner's pale face. Tuning in automatically to Blair's heart rate, he stepped into the office and closed the door behind him. "Blair, what's wrong?," he asked, his gaze focusing in at the manila folder in his Guide's hand.
Jim's heart froze at the small glance he saw of the file inside, before his partner closed it, noting the charts that looked medical to his eyes. Jim glanced back at his Guide, noting the white-knuckled grip on the folder and the small tremors running through the slight body of his best friend.
"Oh God," Jim thought, "What if something's wrong with him?" "Jim, why don't you have a seat?," Simon asked softly, the gentle tone sending alarm bells ringing in Jim's head. "Blair is something wrong?," Jim blurted out before he could stop himself.
Blair's gaze dropped at his question, and instead of speaking he simply held out the folder towards Jim.
Jim took the folder with trembling fingers, a thousand thoughts running through his head. 'What if something was wrong with Blair? What if this was his letter of resignation and he's decided to go back to the Uni.? What if he's dying?,' Jim thought wildly. With fear he opened the folder, and gazed at the first page, his heart in his throat.
As his eyes skimmed over the info, his gaze became puzzled. 'DNA Results?,' his mind questioned as he began to flip through the pages. As he got to the last page, his eyes widened in shock. 'DNA match 83%, possible siblings?,' he read to himself. 'Siblings? Did that mean that Blair was . . ..' he thought wildly.
Turning his gaze to his Guide, he was shocked to see tear-filled ocean-blue eyes looking back at him. "Does this mean? . . . " he began, his words trailing off.
Blair bowed his head, swallowing in fear at the next words to come out of his mouth and the reaction they might invoke. "It means according to the results that your Dad is my father, . . . and that we're brothers," he finished, raising his gaze in fear.
Jim stared back at the wet eyes, the word 'brothers', echoing in his head. "Brothers?," he repeated, his mind trying to process that thought as his gaze locked with his Guide's.
Then to Blair's surprise, and Simon's assumption of what would happen, Jim reached across and pulled Blair into the tightest hug he could manage. Blair numbly returned the embrace, not realizing his reaction.
"You're not angry?," Blair asked in quiet surprise, his eyes as wide as they would go. Jim pulled back immediately at the unexpected words, searching the wide eyes and fearful face in front of him. "What do you mean angry?," Jim demanded, "I couldn't be happier. You're my little brother by blood as well as by choice now. I got two little brothers now. Even if you are only a half-brother that doesn't change things. Chief, you'll always be a brother to me and now I got blood proof. Why would I be angry?," he demanded once more.
"Because," Blair began softly, averting his gaze. "I . . .," his words faltering. "I'm not exactly . . .," he began again, his gaze focusing on the floor as he dropped his arms.
"Blair," Jim began softly, tipping Blair's head up to meet his gaze. "I'm not mad and WON'T ever be ashamed THAT YOU'RE my brother. Remember that, little brother," he finished as Blair wrapped his arms around Jim tightly. Jim smiled at Simon over the top of the curly head, and Simon grinned back.
Blair smiled to himself as he buried his head into his brother's shoulder. 'Brother,' he thought wildly, 'I have two big brothers.' His hold tightened fractionally as he closed his eyes. 'This time I won't lose the big brothers I'm given. I won't lose them like I lost my other one.'
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Author's Note: I hope this chapter meets your satisfaction. I hope everyone likes it, and once again all reviews are accepted. I don't mind constructive criticism or even flames. Oh, and I hope you like the continuing sequel to this called, "My Name Is . . .," Thanks.