(Some time in the future)

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With one ear, Jim listened to his Guide try to wheedle an early departure from the hospital and an early approval to return to work. The doctor was not budging and Simon wouldn't let Blair back without it. Jim was just happy that his Guide was alive and unharmed enough to attempt the argument. With his other ear, he was listening for the semi-familiar rumble of a certain car pull into the parking lot and then the matched steps of the Hawk and his Hawker (calling them Sentinel and Guide didn't fit as well) make their way through the hospital to Blair's room.

"Come in and end the argument," he whispered to the eavesdroppers. "Please."

"Hey, Sandburg," Dean greeted the invalid cheerfully. "Brought you a get well gift." He held up the battered, well-used five pound tome so that Blair could read the title.

"'The Complete Gaelic-English Dictionary'," Blair read aloud. "Why would I want…" he trailed off as Sam held up the second part of the gift. "You're really loaning me the family journals?!" Blair brightened like a star.

"The first six of the collection," Sam confirmed. "The Campbells started in Scotland and wrote in Gaelic for most of it."

"What'd'ya think, doc?" Dean addressed the previously ignored (and miffed) doctor. "Is translating low key enough? It'll take him six weeks to get through all six journals."

"Eight weeks," the doctor corrected. "It'll take eight weeks for complete healing."

Blair didn't even hear the pronouncement as he was making grabby hands at the stack of books in Sam's possession. The doctor looked relieved at the lack of argument (and whining) and excused himself while the getting was good.

Blair tilted his head back at Sam once he had the first book in front of him. "Aren't you two fluent in Gaelic? You haven't translated it into English yet?"

"Yes we are and sure we have, Sandburg," Dean said. His mother had taught him much to the surprise of everyone who knew the boisterous young man. He was still cheerful in the midst of the bittersweet memories. "But we know how you are about original documents."

Blair nodded. It was true. "I want your translations too," he demanded.

"They're in the car," Sam answered. "I'll get them later."

Blair was thrilled. Jim sent Dean a nod of thanks. These books were precious to the Hawk but he had shared them to help in Jim's Guide's healing.

Dean nodded in return. The two were long past keeping count of personal debts. They listened as Sam explained to Blair that the Hunters' term 'Hawk' was probably because the first Sentinel/Hunter of the Campbell line had had a Hawk as a Spirit Guide. And at that time people hunted with hawks for rabbit and grouse, and those people were called Hawkers, so of course, the Guides were referred to as Hawkers as well. Blair leaned back (and stopped stressing that damned knife wound in his stomach) to listen to Sam expound on the family history.

Jim could finally relax. Blair smelled less of death and more of life. Making the phone call to Dean had been a very wise choice.

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