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Disclaimer: Not
mine. No money. Don't sue.
They're still Pet Fly's, but thankfully they no longer have anything to
do with up of n. I'm just borrowing
them for a brief time. The story
however, is all mine.
Archive: yes please. GP and CT. Ronnee’ll send an official
announcement when she gets it posted.
Summary: this is the
frantic Jim story, as opposed to my BPP episode which is becoming the
frustrated Jim story... Jim receives
some welcome news, but only after a bit of panic. Okay, a lot of panic... <g
Angsty Jim abounds.
Thanks to:
All the writers and
readers who believe that OFC, heck OC, are a good thing.
A big thanks to my
betas Claire, Ronnee, TAE and Wnnepooh.
Thanks ladies. Your input made
this a better story. Any mistakes that
remain are mine and mine alone. What
can I say, I can be rather stubborn about some things.... Okay, just about everything.... <g
Hey Ronnee, I think
this one’s your fault.... <g (It’s
either that or the allergic reaction I had while I was in California... Nah, I think I’ll blame this one on you... <eg) Thanks for starting this thread and letting
me play in your world.
Warnings:
The biggest warning/
disclaimer of all.... There’s an OFC
here. You are forewarned.
This is part of a
continuing thread. It is a sequel to
several stories I have in progress, including one entitled Out of Darkness
Into Light, and a set entitled If Only. As well as several that are patiently waiting to be written. (I’ll get there eventually, but they keep
getting pushed to the back burner so be patient with me. Encouragement helps though...
<grin> Lila, put that stick
away...) And why is it I can name
things that aren’t finished, but I have problems with the finished ones?
Feedback, both
positive and constructive, welcome at <parker1933@home.com>. Flames will be shared with numerous people
for our edification and enjoyment before being used to light a large bonfire on
the Asylum lawn.
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Revelations
by
Toni Rae
November 2000
Detective James
Ellison, Sentinel of the Great City, looked up suddenly from the pile of
paperwork he was currently relegated to finishing.
Rapidly his eyes
scanned the room for his partner, best friend and Shaman of the Great City,
better known as Blair Sandburg. Not
finding the object of his sudden, almost frantic attention, he directed his
senses throughout the building.
Quickly his hearing
latched on to the familiar voice, talking a mile a minute to Rhonda, Simon’s
office assistant, as they both got their second cup of morning coffee.
Finding Blair did
not serve to reassure the jumpy detective.
Scanning the rest of the station, Jim again failed to find the source of
his irritation. In a last ditch effort,
he turned his senses inward, seeking reassurance that the bonds to his family
remained intact.
On instinct, he
reached for the phone. Rapidly punching
the familiar numbers, he silently pleaded for the person on the other end to
pick up. His request ignored, Ellison
slammed the phone down in frustration just as the answering machine kicked on.
“Damn.”
Rising hastily, he
grabbed his jacket off the coat rack behind his chair and haded for the
door. Just as he moved to open it, his
partner beat him to it from the other side.
“Whoa, man. Where’re you going in such a hurry?” Blair muttered as he attempted to keep his
coffee cup in an upright position.
“Something’s wrong
with Kathleen.” Jim tried not to vent
his agitation on his partner, and failed miserably.
The Guide in Blair
recognized the Sentinel’s distress and spoke in reassuring tones. “How do you know? Oh never mind. I’m going
with you, man. Just let me grab my
coat.”
“Meet me by the
elevator.” Jim growled impatiently.
**********
She gently lathered
soap through her long strawberry-blonde tresses. At the same time, the warm water from the shower sluiced soap
gently down her body. Without warning a
wave of dizziness assailed her. Before
it could pass, she lay in a heap on the shower floor.
**********
“Kathleen!” Jim burst frantically through the front door
of the loft. Not waiting for an answer
he ran quickly upstairs to the loft’s bedroom.
Still recovering
from the pell-mell ride from the station to the loft, Blair followed his friend
at a less frantic pace. He entered the
loft just as Jim reached the bedroom.
Frantic and afraid,
Jim bolted back down the steps.
Blair reached the
bottom of the stairs at the same time as Jim.
Placing one hand on his friend’s shoulder, he attempted to calm the
older man.
“Come on man. Slow down.”
Blair attempted to forcibly restrain his larger friend.
“I have to find
her...” The frantic tone of Jim’s voice
matched the look in his eyes.
“I know.” Blair tried soothing his friend with his
Guide voice. “Look around. Listen.
Anything out of place?”
Two seconds later,
Jim broke away and raced for the bathroom.
Blair was right on
his heels.
Jim threw open the
shower curtain to reveal his wife’s crumpled form, the formerly hot water now
ice cold.
“Chief! Call 911.”
Jim frantically turned off the shower, as he dropped to his knees next
to the bathtub. His hand paused in
mid-air over her still form. The
husband in him warring with his medic’s training.
Moments later, Blair
returned – the cordless phone in his hand.
Blair turned half his attention from the phone to Jim.
Hearing the Guide’s
murmured words to the dispatcher, the Sentinel looked up beseechingly.
Phone call finished,
Blair handed Jim a large, soft, white, bath-towel from the shelf behind
him. “You can tell she’s still
breathing, and her heart’s beating, right?”
He instinctively guided the other man in the use of his senses to assess
the situation, knowing the older man needed the reassurance only his senses
could provide.
Jim nodded as he
moved one hand to rest on his wife’s still form, after gently covering her with
the towel. “But something’s wrong. It’s out of sync.”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s beating out of
its normal rhythm.”
“Okay. Can you feel if she broke anything when she
fell?” Blair decided to give his friend
something else to do instead of dwelling on the irregular heartbeat.
Carefully Jim ran
his sensitive fingers over his wife’s legs.
Nodding, he moved to her lower back and finally her neck and spine. Not finding anything serious he breathed a large
sigh of relief.
Picking up on the
unspoken relief in his friend, Blair breathed his own sigh of relief. “Nothing broken?”
“No. I think she just hit her head.”
At this point a loud
knock reverberated throughout the loft.
“Must be the
paramedics.” Blair looked at his
friend, knowing no force on earth was going to pry Jim away from the
unconscious woman in front of him.
Jim nodded his
acknowledgment, and thanks.
Moments later, two
paramedics rushed into the small bathroom, and succeeded in dislodging Jim from
his spot in front of the bathtub.
Still, he refused to leave and merely moved to sit on the commode,
keeping one hand on his wife the entire time.
With practiced
efficiency, the paramedics quickly assessed the unconscious woman’s condition,
inserted an IV, and gently lifted her from the tub and onto a Gurney.
“Sir,” the older of
the two men turned to Jim. “You’re
going to have to let her go so we can take her to the hospital.
“I’m going with
her.” Jim’s tone of voice booked little
doubt as to his intentions.
“Fine. But you have to let go long enough for us
get outside. All three of us won’t fit
through the doorway at the same time.”
He’d dealt with the large detective before, but then it had involved the
smaller man standing behind them. Under
no circumstances did Ellison leave those under his protection alone. A trait the paramedic found slightly
endearing.
“Okay.” Jim acquiesced.
That matter taken
care of, the paramedics moved down the narrow hall, Jim and Blair trailing
behind.
As the ragtag party
reached the elevator they found a woman stepping into the hallway. Taking one look at the group, the pretty
brunette, quickly assessed the situation.
“What happened?” She asked
urgently.
“Ellie.” Blair’s voice lacked some of its usual
luster. Needing the reassurance of his
wife’s lively form, he reached over and pulled her into a reassuring embrace,
grateful for her sudden appearance..
“We’re not sure. Kit fell in the
shower. We think she hit her head.”
As the two stood
talking, the paramedics and Jim had taken the elevator down to the ground
floor.
Quickly, they
engaged the necessary locks on the loft door, before racing down the
stairs. Moments later they were
following the speeding ambulance down Cascade’s city streets.
**********
Upon reaching the
hospital, Blair and Ellie easily parked and make their way to the Emergency
entrance. There, they found Jim pacing
the waiting room, driving both the nurses at the desk and the other patients
nuts.
“Jim, man. Talk to me.” Blair stepped in front of his pacing partner.
“I can’t loose
her.” Jim turned to his friend.
“I know. Have they told you anything?” Blair tried to act rationally in the face of
his frantic Sentinel.
“No. They kicked me out as soon as we got
here. They won’t tell me anything.”
“Have you tried
listening?” Sandburg offered a
practical solution to the problem.
A look of awareness
came to Jim’s eyes. Several moments
passed, before a smile graced the Sentinel’s face.
“What?” Ellie interjected, no longer content to
allow her husband to take the lead in the situation.
“She’s awake.” The smile remained and a look of contentment
reached Ellison’s eyes.
“Oh good.” Ellie and Blair breathed tandem sighs of
relief.
Now that he knew his
wife was awake, Jim was no long content to remain in the waiting room. Following the sound of her voice, he moved
to the curtained rooms of the ER.
Relieved, Ellie and
Blair sank down into a pair of waiting room chairs situated behind them.
**********
Disregarding
protocol, Jim burst into the curtained area that hid his wife. Ignoring the doctor standing at her feet, he
moved to the head of the bed and placed a hand on her arm. Jim leaned down to kiss her gently, all the
while assuring himself she was okay.
Recognizing his need
for security, Kathleen placed her hand atop his and gently squeezed. Softly, she whispered, “I’m okay.”
Not wanting to
interrupt the touching scene before him, nevertheless needing to, the doctor
gently cleared his throat.
“Sorry.” Jim looked to the man standing at the foot
of the bed. Now that his fears had been
assuaged, he began to regain awareness of the events and people around him.
“Not a problem. You must be Mr. Ellison. I’m Doctor Mallory.”
“Yes. What happened to my wife?” Jim dispensed with the formalities, still
primarily focused on the woman now in his arms.
“She fainted.” Doctor Mallory continued. “And she hit her head as she fell. She’s currently suffering a mild concussion. She’ll have to be watched very closely for
the next couple of days. Which I can
see will not be a problem.” He smiled
at the couple.
“Why? I mean, why did she faint?” The detective in Jim continued to press for
answers.
“Well, on that note,
I have some hopefully good news.
Congratulations, Mrs. Ellison, you’re pregnant.”
Stunned silence from
both other occupants in the room greeted his statement.
Jim was suddenly
grateful for the well-placed chair at the side of the bed, it kept him from
landing on the floor when his knees gave way.
“Pregnant?” Jim repeated softly, his eyes now the size
of saucers. “Are you sure?” He turned to the doctor. I can’t afford to get my hopes up.
“Positive. Her blood test proves it. I suspect that the increased hormones in her
blood stream, combined with not eating,” he looked at Kathleen sternly, “caused
her to pass out.”
“I’m pregnant?” Kathleen finally found her voice. “I’m pregnant,” she repeated, this time with
more confidence in her voice.
“Start eating
regularly, and see your obstetrician, you should be just fine. And in about seven months you can look
forward to not sleeping for the next eighteen years. If you don’t have an OB, there are several good ones here at the
hospital. I’d be happy to recommend
one.”
“Thank you,
Doctor.” Jim stood to shake hands with
the other man.
“You’re
welcome.” Doctor Mallory smiled,
realizing this was welcome news for the couple. “Is there anyone in the waiting room you’d like me to send
in?” He asked, as he prepared to leave.
“Yeah. My partner is sitting in the waiting
room.” The doctor’s eyebrows rose
slightly at Jim’s statement. “His
name’s Blair. His wife’s with
him.” Jim was still too caught up in
the news to give much thought to coherent sentences.
“I’ll send them
in.”
The doctor’s last
sentence went unheard, as both Jim and Kathleen had turned their attentions
entirely to each other.
“This explains why
your heartbeat sounded funny.” Jim
rested his hand lightly on her belly.
“I must have been hearing the baby too.” Jim’s voice held a note of awe.
“Her.” Kathleen softly added.
“Her?”
“Something tells me
this one’s a girl.”
“Are you sure you’re
okay with this?” Jim had to ask the
question. The issue of children always
made him nervous. Granted he wanted to
be a father more than anything. Kathleen
always insisted she wanted to have kids, but that’s what Carolyn had said in
the early days of their marriage, too.
“It’s more than
okay.” Kathleen smiled and placed her
hand over her husband’s. “It’s
perfect.”
A moment of silent
communication passed between them, only to be interrupted by the arrival of
Blair and Ellie.
“So is everything
okay?” Blair asked quickly.
“Everything’s
perfect.” Jim smiled at his wife. Turning to Blair and Ellie he continued,
“so, what do you think about being an aunt and uncle?”
“An aunt?”
“An uncle?”
Finis