Disclaimer:
The main characters are not mine, this is an amateur effort written purely for
the fun of it, and no money has exchanged hands, and it is not intended to
breach the copyright of Paramount and Pet Fly Publication.
My thanks to Gail
and the peanut, and to Connie, and Andrea, without you ladies this would never
have been written.
GDP Series
The story follows
after Making of a Dark Guide.
Holding a mirror up to the past.
Sentinel and
Guide had only just closed a very disturbing case. The pressure on them both
had been crushing; the case had ended bloody and violent. The idea that they
could just walk away from it without a backward glance had been wishful
thinking at best, and Blair had found himself unable to work his way through
some of the emotions he had felt.
Blair still woke
up in a cold sweat from a night terror; and it was always the same one he was
holding Elaine Rackham close only to see her skull explode, seeing the fury on
Jim’s face, then realizing that his sentinel had killed her just before she
gutted him with a knife.
Jim had saved his
life but Blair had felt her life extinguish and the backlash of it had nearly
taken him down into death with her. Only the strength that was the Dark Guide
had saved him, anchored him, bringing him safely back to the present. But each
night he relived the horror, and each night prayed it would go away.
It was two days
later that he had seen her, Alex Barnes. At first it was only a fleeting look,
a tall, leggy blond, crossing the street in front of him. He had chided himself
for being stupid. Alex was dead. He had killed her himself, she was rotting in
her grave. The next time was on the steps of Hargrove Hall. She had that same
smile on her lips that made him go cold, a smile that promised pain, and her
idea of pleasure. After that she dogged his every move near enough to be seen,
but too far away for him to get to her before she vanished into the crowd.
Blair had taken to carrying a knife to protect himself, anything to prevent her
getting her hands on him again. Some how Alex had cheated the grave and was now
back to re-claim her Pet.
His night terrors
became worse. Elaine’s face would morph into Alex and instead of her dying, she
would kill Jim, then in the blood that pooled round his body, she would take
him as her guide, forcing his face down into the still cooling body of his
sentinel, as she violated his mind, bonding him to her, her slave.
Jim had tried to
help his guide, but Blair had shut down, and refused to talk about the
nightmares that made him wake up screaming each night. The younger man would
just push him away, rejecting the bond that would have comforted him; instead
he curled up, rocking himself to sleep. If he bonded Jim would see his
memories, and they were worse than anything that happened in the facility. Even
Jim would never accept him if he saw those and he would lose everything he had
gained. With trembling fingers, Blair pulled out a syringe from the small emergency
pack he carried in his backpack and tapped a vein, Jim had been a medic and
shown him how to administer an injection in case he started to overload. The
drug would help him, it would strengthen his shields. He gave a soft sigh as
the drug was injected into his system. It was quick acting, and he felt it
re-enforce his own shields locking the memories tightly behind them. He told
himself it was only a temporary measure, but as the days passed, he found he
was relying more and more on the drug. Anything to hold back the nightmare of
Alex Barnes.
It was a state
that could not go on for much longer, and it reached a head one cold and
blustery night. The fire door along side the loft was banging as the wind
swirled up through the stair well. It had the steady regular thump of
footsteps, and in Blair’s mind he was no longer in the Loft, but in his cell in
the correction facility, lying naked on a freezing floor. He prayed that the
footsteps would keep moving, leaving him alone. But like other nights before the
door open, and Wilson and his cronies came in, circling him slowly like a pack
of vultures.
A scream of
terror tore from Blair’s throat as he began to relive the rapes, and the
beatings. Wilson was suddenly stood there with Alex, looming over him, her face
twisted in pleasure, as he was taken repeatedly. Her voice echoing through his
head, “Good Pets please their master, are you pleasing them Pet,” her hands
hard and demanding, on his body making him react to her touch, tears of shame
streamed down Blair’s face. His body was no longer his. He was owned, and
always would be.
Suddenly Blair’s
eyes flew open, hands held him, with a cry he struck out, his fist connected
with flesh, and they released him, the younger man, twisted away, and landed
heavily on the floor as he fell out of bed.
Jim pulled back,
he wanted, hell needed to go to his guide, but the sentinel hesitated, Blair
was scared, so much so that Jim was nearly choking on the sour smell of fear
that poured off the younger man. The haymaker blow that Blair had landed on
him, had nearly punched his lights out, which told him just how disorientated
his guide was.
“Blair come on
Chief, don’t do this,” Jim eased forward, bending so that he was on the same
level as his Guide, and put a hand out,” It’s okay, you’re safe now. I won’t
let anyone hurt you buddy.”
“Ji m mmm.”
“That’s right,
it’s Jim,” the blue eyes that stared at him were wide, the pain and fear plain
to see. Now sure that Blair was aware of who he was, the Sentinel took him in
his arms, allowing the smaller younger man to climb into his lap, clinging onto
him.
Shudders ran
through the slighter frame, and Jim held Blair close, one hand round his back,
the other supporting the back of his head, as Blair buried his face against his
Sentinel’s throat and shoulder.
“Link ,” it was
not a suggestion it was a command.
Blair struggled
to lower his re-enforced shields, he saw Jim frown slightly as he felt the
tremor in the link indicating that something was off kilter with the bond. Then
Blair pushed harder through them, and Jim felt the soft caress at the back of
his mind that showed that his Guide had linked to him again. For a moment Jim
felt fear... no, more like sheer terror, burning through his mind, as Blair’s
emotions rolled across the link into him. Then Wilson’s face took shape, in the
blurred way of memories, and he felt Blair cling onto him even tighter, like
this Blair didn’t have to put into words his nightmares, his Sentinel could see
them, not as clearly as he had lived them in his nightmare, but rather the
impressions of them. Which resulted in Blair being pulled even closer until he
was plastered against Jim’s larger body, and held tightly. As Wilson finally
began to fade away, Jim saw Alex; she was like a shadow behind the GDP guard,
her sweet scent polluting the air, her red nails dripping with Blair’s blood,
as her claws tore his body, marking him as hers. Deep in the Sentinel’s mind
Panther spirit guide roared, recognizing a threat to the bond.
0-0-0-0-0
Blair came out of
the bond, not surprise to find himself in this Sentinel’s bed, in a nest of
blankets; the Blessed Protector was out of its cage, and it would not rest
until he was satisfied that no harm had come to his Guide. The only danger
Blair was in was being over petted. Some time during the bond, Jim had carried
him up to his territory.
When Jim turned
slightly the light caught his face and for the first time the grad student saw
the discoloration on his jaw. “Oh my god,” Blair tried to sit up only to be
pushed flat onto the bed, “I hurt you!” He protested, then dropped his eyes
submissively, waiting for Jim’s reaction. He didn’t believe that his Sentinel
would punish him, it had been an accident, but for an Alpha Male Sentinel, to
be assaulted by his Guide, that brought in a whole lot of hardwired responses,
and if he had to pay pain for pain, then so be it.
Alex would have
put him in hospital. Blair bit his lip where had that come from.
When a hand
touched his face, Blair pulled back, expecting a blow, lost for a moment in his
memories of a different place and time. But instead the hand gently tilted his
face so that he had to look into its owner’s eyes. Blue met blue, the skin
around them crinkled as Jim smiled. “You’ve got a good left hook for a
pacifist.” Jim rolled onto his side, pulling the blankets over them, before
firmly pulling his Guide into his arm, wrapping himself round the smaller man
with a satisfied sign. “Where did you learn to throw a punch like that Chief?”
“Would you
believe a former golden gloved contender?”
“I would believe
anything of you Sandburg” He cuddled his Guide closer, with a soft gasp, Blair
realized that his sentinel wanted to bond again, two bonds in one night was
unheard of, but with small touches and the way Jim was nuzzling his throat he
was making his need known.
Blair wrapped his
body and mind round the older man, and give himself over to the bond.
0-0-0-0-0
Six o’clock in
the morning, and Blair could not sleep. He had woken up after only a few hours
rest, and his mind was buzzing. It was with some care that he had eased himself
out of bed, and his sentinel’s grasp, Jim had groaned and been near to waking,
but after using a little Guide magic, the older man had drifted back into deep
sleep again.
Blair leaned
against the balcony wall. Ignoring the cold he looked down at the street below.
People were just starting to move around, going about their lives, living and
loving, free to do whatever they wanted. But, he thought bitterly, he was
outside the loop of society, he was a Guide. The genetically evolved partner to
a Sentinel, the only anchor to stop the Sentinel getting lost in the whirlpool
of their enhanced senses, and that made him a slave or an adored pet, depending
on how the Sentinel viewed his or her Guide. Blair shivered against the cold
and pulled the sweats around him but still made no effort to come in from the
cold.
“Blair,” his
Sentinel’s voice sounded hard, and Blair tried not to flinch. Jim must have
woken up and was searching for him. The tone of voice had reminded him of
another Sentinel, he tried to push his memories of her to the back of his mind,
even though he had only been with Jim a very short time, by Sentinel and Guide
standards, Jim had looked after him, given him back his life and his career,
and he could believe that in Cascade they were making a difference.
But even so Blair
still found it hard to believe that it was not going to be snatched away from
him and he still lived in fear that one day he would respond to Jim the way he
had been trained to by Wilson and Alex Barnes, and then he would see the
understanding in the older man’s eyes disappear. Jim would see him for what he
really was, and then the dream would be over. James Ellison would not want a
filthy little whore for a Guide, and he would be thrown to the sharks, and Jim
would get himself a nice little prim and proper GDP Guide, or at least one that
was half way sane and would not wake up in the middle of the night screaming. A
Guide that didn’t star in Guide Porn films or have obscene web sites that
shouted his shame to the rooftops.
It didn’t matter
that he had been forced by Wilson to perform, they were still out there, and as
Senior Sentinel Prime of Cascade, Jim deserved better than him.
Jim said he was a
victim, and when it was said in the bond he could believe him. But the last
mission, when Elaine had obsessed on him, didn’t that prove that he must have
done something that encouraged them, something that made Wilson and his goons
pick on him out of all the Guides at the facility. Alex has seen the same thing
in him, saying he had the mind of a genius and the body of a hot slut. Wilson
had picked up on that hadn’t he? Now Elaine and her husband, they could not all
be wrong. So how could James Ellison see him as anything different?
Without thinking
tears ran down his face, maybe if Jim thought of him as a victim, then that is
how he could stomach touching him, rather than the reality that he was bonding
with correction fodder, a whore, a... his mind conjured up images of what he
had done.
He had satisfied
three of them at the same time, he had been drugged, but his body had
responded, if he had not wanted it, surely it would not have. Or he would have
had the guts to kill himself, but he hadn’t, so he must have liked it.
The words began
to twist round on themselves, the shame and self-disgust increasing. He was
nothing, a worthless Guide, Jim would find out he could do better. That GDP
Guide yesterday, she had made it clear that she would bond with him at the drop
of a hat, if he rid himself of his tainted Guide.
After all, now
Jim was the Senior Sentinel Prime of the Cascade, he needed more than Blair
Sandburg.
Blair put a hand
on the wall of the balcony and heaved himself up, for a second he paused, the
way down was so easy, but Jim….
He closed his
eyes; he had to center himself, regaining his feet and the safety of the
balcony. He had a Sentinel to serve for as long as the man wanted him. If Jim
ever found it all out, all that he had done, and that he had even thought of
ending it, Blair shuddered at the damage the Black Op ex-Ranger could do to
him.
“Sandburg, get
you ass back in bed,” the voice drifted down to him, more urgent than before.
Blair stopped dead in his tracks, for a moment all he could see was Alex’s face
hovering in front of his, to be replaced by the sneering face of Wilson.
“Before you freeze,” Jim added, breaking the spell.
Blair started up
the stairs. The young Guide could feel the need to bond, it was being broadcast
loud and clear, his socks were soaking wet, and his feet slid on the wooden
floor.
0-0-0-0-0
Half asleep, Jim
had reached out for his Guide only to find a cold place where he should be.
This brought the Sentinel fully awake; his Guide could not be cold. The best
place for him was in bed until the heating came on again, Blair has very low
tolerance for the cold, and could easily go down with a cold or flu. Something
in Blair called out to be looked after, and Jim Ellison was not going to fall
down on the job. Stretching out his hearing the Sentinel could hear the steady
thump of his Guide’s heart. Lifting his head of the pillow Jim scented him, his
face frowning as he detected the slight acid scent of fear and distress. Jim
called out for him.
There was a small
delay, and more concerned Jim called out again. Finally he heard the footsteps
on the stair, the tread was heavy as if the weight of the world was resting on
the slender shoulders of his Guide. Without even thinking about it he was on
his feet and reaching for his Guide.
Blair was looking
down at the steps as he climbed the stairs, each step was like a mountain, his
mind dark and disturbed, he didn’t see his Sentinel until it was too late, a
movement from the corner of his eye, a hand reaching out, he flinched back from
the blow his mind told him was coming. He threw his body back, his weight
shifting as he placed his foot on the top step, his wet socks giving him no
purchase.
With a cry his
feet went out from under him and he hit the flight of steps with his body, his
head colliding with the top tread.
For Jim
everything seemed to slow down, the smaller man falling, then the sickening
crack as Blair impacted against the wood. Dropping to his knees the Sentinel
called to his Guide.
Working quickly
from the knowledge gained as a Medic in the Rangers he began checking for
injuries. Letting out a sigh of relief as he realized that Blair was coming
around. Wrapping strong arms round the smaller man, he lifted him up and
carried him to his bed, easing him down. Catching Blair’s face in his hand he
looked into the blue eyes, he could see he was suffering from concussion, and
that would mean a trip to the hospital for a complete check up.
“Okay, buddy, I
am just going to ring Cascade General and tell them we’re on our way in, I know
you don’t like the place but just humor me.” With his thumb he lightly brushed
his Guide’s cheek.
Pet Barnes
found himself staring into the blue eyes of a man he had never seen before,
laid on a bed in a place he could not remember. All his brain could tell him
was that he was in pain from his head and body, as if someone had used him as a
punching bag. He shifted his gaze down, the man was only wearing boxers and he was in his bed, Pet tried
to pull away only to be held more firmly.
The man had
said something about a trip to the hospital, about a fall on the stairs. He
allowed himself to be lowered against soft pillows, and tried not to flinch as
a large hand brushed his cheek, he dipped his barriers slightly and felt
concern and affection flood through the narrow breech. Pet pushed them back up
again, he had recognized the vibrations coming off the man, and it said only
one thing Sentinel, and he was going to be no-ones slave or sex toy. //Because
you already are,// the words drifted into his mind mocking him. Then it was too
much effort to keep his eyes open and he swirled down into a black void.
A voice
insistent and demanding pulled him back; the man was cradling him against his
chest, a hand running over his body. Pet tried to strike out. If anything the
man held him tighter, “Easy buddy, you’ve got a concussion, the ambulance is on
the way.”
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Jim was now
seriously worried, Blair was looking at him with veiled fear, he could smell it
now in waves, and he felt a hand trying to press against his chest as Blair
demanded, “Who the fuck are you, and where’s Alex? Back off man, I am not your
chew toy.”
When he tried to
stop him, Blair began to fight even harder, ranting at him.
“Let me fucking
go, I am claimed, and she’ll have your balls if you try and take me.” Blair
pulled back, and then his face went pale, his eyes rolled up into his head, and
he collapsed, his body motionless in his Sentinel’s arms.
0-0-0-0-0
Cascade General
Hospital
Department of
Sentinel Medicine.
Captain Simon
Banks came out of the elevator onto the Sentinel Floor of Cascade General and
found Jim Ellison, his friend and lead Detective, leaning against the wall. He
looked pissed, and it was not hard to see that the nursing staff was keeping
away from him. Jim looked like a poster boy for mean, moody, and lethal; death
on two legs. A Sentinel with a hurt Guide was like kicking a tiger in the face,
he was only a heartbeat from tearing someone to pieces. And that heartbeat
belonged to his Guide, currently being examined in the room next door.
“What happened
Jim,” he paused since their return from the mission, Jim had been like a
volcano ready to explode, and he was concerned, “I have to ask did you hurt
him?” It had happened once and Simon had to know the truth.
The words had
only just left his mouth when James Ellison acted, before he could react Simon
was caught and thrown against the wall and Ellison was in his face. “You think
I could hurt him, he’s...” the Sentinel trailed off. As a man he found it hard
to put his emotions into words, as a Sentinel the idea of abusing his Guide was
beyond his comprehension; only his deep ingrained respect for his Captain
stopped him from striking his accuser down.
As if coming
awake from a nightmare, he looked shocked to find he was holding his friend and
he let go, stepping back. “Simon I am sorry,” his voice was shaky and he
sounded almost lost.
Simon could not
think of any words to reassure the man, so he gently patted his shoulder,
trying to make him realize that he was not alone.
Doctor Michelle
Michaels came out, she had been on the Sentinel floor for the last two years,
and was an experienced hand at dealing with Sentinels, but even so something in
James Ellison made her shudder when his eyes fixed on her.
“Sentinel
Ellison, your Guide is going to be fine, he has a concussion, and bruising to
his arms and face where he hit the stairs, he will be okay. Now I would like to
keep him here overnight, we will be checking on him every hour, but if there
are no complications, you can take him home tomorrow.”
“What about his
memory loss, he didn’t know who I was?” Jim trailed off, he was replaying what
Blair had said the Loft, that she would do this that she would do that, and the
only she he knew was that sadistic bitch Barnes. If that was true he had lost
the last two years, and the thought terrified the Sentinel. He forced himself
to concentrate on what the doctor was saying.
“If it persists
we will do more tests, but I believe that his memory will return as he
recovers, I am sure that by tomorrow he will be back to normal. In the
meantime, just take things slowly, I thought you might wish to stay the night,
so I am having a cot put in the room.”
She chanced a pat
on his arm, to reassure him, and then with a nod to both men, went to fill in
the chart, and notify the GDP.
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The tall man
from earlier opened the door and slipped inside, the lights were down, but Pet
saw the concern on his face.
“Hi chief, how
are you feeling?” He sounded almost friendly.
“Fine man.”
Pet gave the answer the man wanted, he was obviously a colleague of Alex’s, so
unless he wanted her to finish the job on him, he had better make nice with the
guy. . More than likely he had run off at the mouth, and pissed the guy off,
and he had hit him, or pushed him and he had taken a fall, it would not have
been the first time, he had been hospitized because of a sentinel. But the fact
the guy was a Sentinel bothered him, Alex was very possessive about him, and he
could not see her liking another Sentinel pawing him. But then, if Alex and
this guy were fucking she might let him use Blair, she had brought him into a
threesome before now to sweeten the deal, and Alex could turn real nasty if he
didn’t play along.
Jim eyes
automatically compensated for the lower light level, and he frowned as he
reached for his Guide; Blair pulled back, only slightly, but enough for a
Sentinel to detect. The doctor might tell him there was nothing to worry about,
but he was getting a bad feeling about this.
“Stay there
buddy, I’ll get the doctor.” Jim tried to reassure him.
Pet leaned
back, “Sure man whatever you want,” he turned slightly on his side as the door
opened onto the corridor. His heart jumped and Jim’s head snapped back towards
his Guide, his eyes searching for a threat. Finding none he closed the door
behind him.
It was Captain
Simon Banks, he was sure of that. Pet cursed his bad luck. That was the one cop
he didn’t want to meet, the guy was on a personal vendetta to nail him and Alex
to the wall. He had to get away, and then he could meet up with Alex at the
Drovers Inn, and then connect with this guy if she wanted him to go back.
Plan made, Pet
swung his legs off the bed, the floor was ice cold, he suppressed a shudder,
and using the wall made his way to the closet. He yanked the door open, sweats,
no shoes; he would just have to steal some.
//Oh shit//
Pet breathed as he heard the door start to open, quickly he pulled the door
closed behind him, and pushed himself in the corner of the closet.
“Doctor, the
patient’s gone.” The nurse’s voice muffled as the door closed. Pet pushed the
door open and began to dress; he only had minutes before someone came to check
on him. His bare feet slapping on the floor, he made it as far as the door to
the stairwell.
“Going
somewhere Chief?” Pet closed his eyes; he knew the voice, the man was back.
Slowly he turned round.
“Sure man,
just stretching my legs.”
“With a
concussion, pull the other one”; the man jerked his thumb back the way he had
come.
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Jim was puzzled,
why would Blair make a run for it? The answer was simple Blair would not but
Pet would. He had to approach the younger man carefully, he remembered all too
well how Pet had reacted the first time they had met, he had expected pain, and
been surprised when he had not been hurt. He had to remember this was Pet not
Blair. Pet’s hand went to his head, and he started to fall forward as his eyes
rolled up into his head. Quickly Jim caught hold of his arm, but then the
Sentinel roared with pain as his Guide’s knee caught him hard in the groin and
Blair tried to pull free.
Pet couldn’t
believe the man had fallen for it, the protect the guide crap has proved useful
for one, he jumped over the man’s body to get to the fire escape, when a hand
clamped round his ankle and his foot was pulled out from under him. He only had
time to bring his hands down in time to break his fall, when the man’s weight
came down onto his back pinning him down. Pet brought his head back hard trying
to smash the back of his head into the sentinel’s face to make him let go but
the sentinel was onto that trick, and kept out of the way.
“Get the fuck off
me,” Pet was struggling violently, but it was already a lost cause.
0-0-0-0-0
Jim was in pain,
but still managed to manhandle his guide back to the hospital room, one hand on
his shoulder the other twisting his arm behind his back, he ignored the hiss of
pain from his guide. The sentinel didn’t even bother with the medical staff and
shut the doctors out of the room for the moment. This was between Sentinel and
Guide if they knew the truth all they would want to do was put Blair in the
psycho ward, and that was not going to happen.
Jim pushed Blair
onto the bed and then stepped back quickly allowing the smaller man to pull
away from him, wedging himself in the corner furthest away from him. For the
first time Jim really examined his guide.
The look on
Blair’s face, there had been very real fear there. He had not seem fear like
that since they had first met, when he had been hunting a psychotic Sentinel
called Alex Barnes.
She had been a stunning
6-foot blond, but sick inside. His Guide had been her slave; though she had
never bonded with Blair thank god, she had made him hers in every other way.
Sexual and physical abuse had been the normal for him. Blair had never spoken
of his time with Alex; his later horror at the hands of Wilson in the Training
Facility had been too traumatic for him to handle both at the same time. What
if it was returning? That could be the only answer; the fall has some how
triggered Blair into the horrors of the past, things that he had never tried to
address with his guide. Blair had had counseling sessions about Wilson and his
time in the facility, but never about Alex, the core of his troubles, and now
it was coming back to bite them in the ass.
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Pet had wedged
himself into the corner of the bed where it rested against the wall, and stared
at the sentinel, the man was on edge he could feel his emotions battering
against his shields, anger, fear, and regret, the last puzzled him. He could
not understand he didn’t know the man, but something about him was familiar.
“You got a name
man.”
The sentinel was
pacing up and down, and stopped, he has spoken in a whisper.
“James Ellison,
Jim,” the man’s face had taken on a questioning look, as if desperate for him
to acknowledge him.
“Do I know you?”
the question hung in the air.
The sentinel
nodded, “We were working together.”
Pet relaxed
fractionally, so he was one of Alex contacts or colleagues, made more sense.
“You fucking
her.”
The sentinel took
a step forward, and on reflex Pet threw an arm up to protect his head. Stupid
to put it that crudely, but if he was not then he might be his way out of this.
The guy looked fit, and strong, and was an alpha sentinel, so was more than
likely able to protect what was his. But if sex was in the mix then all bets
went out of the window.
“No I am not,”
the man’s voice was level, he came a little closer, and Pet had no were to go.
He forced a smile.
“Then maybe we
can deal James,” Pet made his voice drop to the guide tone as he said the man’s
name, the seductive tone that no guide could resist, the one that called them
to bond, to claim their ownership.
0-0-0-0-0
Jim found himself
drawn to Blair, the need to bond to claim his guide was becoming stronger, and
when Blair called to him, he had to answer.
He closed the
distance between them, as the younger man pulled himself up to kneel on the
bed, when Jim reached a hand out to touch his face, it was then Jim saw him
flinch. Trying to keep his emotions balanced he let his fingers card through
the long hair, careful not to brush the injury. His other hand slide round his
guide’s waist and he pulled him to him, kneeling on the bed, Blair was the same
height as him, and he looked into his guide’s blue eyes, but instead of seeing the
trust, and affection, the could see an edge of fear, as if he was waiting for
the pain to start. It was then Jim realized that the connection between them
was closed; his guide was shutting him out.
Blair or rather
Pet was offering his body, but not his mind to him.
Jim started to
ease back only to have Pet throw his arms round his neck, and pull him close.
“Come on Sentinel, I know what you want, I can surface bond with you, take away
that itch, the need.” But behind the words he sensed the panic, Pet was scared,
and was clinging onto what he thought was a way out.
As much as Jim
wanted to bond, to connect he wouldn’t, could not do that with Blair not like
this. He had to keep control, and bring Blair back to him. Firmly he peeled the
younger man off him.
“I am going to
get he doctor,” he hesitated then added “Pet.”
“Doctor,” Pet
spat the word that would mean GDP, he had to get out of there, now way was he
going near to the GDP. He gave Jim a hard pushed the sentinel staggered back
into the chair and went down on one knee, as Pet tried to escape.
Jim cut his guide
off before he could reach the door, and too late saw the chance in balance the
roundhouse kick took him in the side of the head, Blair was trying to put him
down hard and fast. Only the lightening fast reflexes of the Sentinel saved him
from a broken jaw, as he pulled back that fraction of an inch. But even so Jim
was spun backward into the wall. The Dark Sentinel turned back to face his
errant guide, his eyes never leaving the guide’s face he wiped his mouth with
the back of his hand, and then looked at the blood, the growl started in the
base of his throat and rumbled up.
In that second
Pet Barnes knew his mistake; the Sentinel he was facing was from the Dark as
well. Two Dark Sentinels, he felt so loved, not ! Alex was a Dark Sentinel, and
she liked pain, this was would be the same, he knew deep down he would never
get out of the room alive if he fought.
“Okay man
back off,” he waved a hand at the other man’s face, as the Sentinel daubed his
cut lip, he lightened his tone “what do you expect, mauling the merchandise.
You want to talk terms, go ahead, remember a mangled Guide is no use to you,”
he let the nuance of his voice change to the seductive purr the calmed even
Alex at times. “Especially when I can make it so good for you.” Even as he
spoke Pet pushed down on his emotions; he could do this, it was nothing that
Alex hadn’t taken from him by force, and only difference was that this time he
was offering it. But this guy was hard to read. To re-enforce the offer Pet
moved closer then dropped gracefully to his hands and knees in the extreme
position, his forehead touching the cold floor, his body arching and stretching
in perfect form, in the most degrading of Guide positions the one Alex called
the fuck me position the only one that she understood.
Jim swallowed
hard, the Dark Sentinel inside him approved of the show of submission by his
wayward guide, but the man pushed through, he closed his eyes, and made himself
calm, he had to some how make Blair understand that he was loved and protected,
but how he could do that was a mystery at the moment. All he could do was play
the part that Blair had thrust on him.
“So what are you
offering Guide?” Jim kept his voice hard.
When Blair didn’t
reply to cut back a snarl. “Answer Guide, what are you offering?”
“Control over
your senses Sentinel.”
“You think I need
that,” he needed to find out how Blair read the situation.
“You’re unbonded,
I can help you, perhaps even a full bonding, whatever you want I can give you.”
“You’re that
good, Guide?”
“I haven’t had
any complaints, in the bond or in the sack.” Pet bit his lip, he should not
have said the last part but he had to put his cards on the table, make sure
there was no mistake in what he was offering.
Inside Jim felt
his heart go cold, that Blair could feel so trapped that he would offer
anything to escape from Barnes. All he wanted to do was pull his guide to his
feet and wrap him in his arms, and hold him close, make him feel safe. But he
knew he couldn’t any sudden movement like would spook his guide even further.
“On you feet
Guide.” Jim commanded and was saddened by the way that even still hurting from
the fall, Blair got to his feet swiftly, hands were clasped to the small of his
back, head hanging down in submission, his long hair forming a veil across his
face.
“Alex would not
like you making this offer would she?” That, Jim saw, had Blair’s head come up
sharply.
The look on his
Guide’s face changed as his eyes swept calculatingly over his body, taking in
his build. “You look as if you could take care of yourself, a Guide needs a
strong Sentinel, one that will protect him.”
Pet stepped
close so that he was in the new Dark Sentinel’s space, his eyes never leaving
those of the older man, he raised a hand, and raised the palm to his face the
base of his hand touching the man’s jaw, his long slender fingers resting
lightly on the contours of his face, rolling the hand so that he could inhale
his scent. When his wrist was caught, Pet nearly pulled back, had to fight the
reaction. The grip was tight but not brutal, he was not out to hurt, when the
Sentinel’s free hand went round his waist and pulled him close, Pet leaned into
the taller man. Then he rolled his head so that he exposed his throat for him,
a simple gesture of submission known throughout the animal world; the beta
showing his submission to the dominant Alpha Male. The Sentinel was sniffing at
his throat.
“Mark me
Sentinel, show Alex where I belong,” Pet hissed the words, trying to goad the
sentinel into making the commitment, of claiming him.
Just then the
door to the room came flying open and Simon Banks arrived. “Jim what he hell.”
He stuttered to a stop when he saw the way the young grad student was in the
process of wrapping himself round the older man.
Jim tried to pull
back from the almost seductive lure of the guide, his scent was intoxicating,
and he knew that Blair was entering the heat of bonding, and every fiber of his
being wanted to throw his guide down and bond. It took all his will power to
pull back from the need to bond.
Pet was
physically pulled from the bonding state, by the Sentinel, at the voice he
turned and saw Simon Banks and a GDP Commander, even as the fear took root, he
was caught and slung round behind the Sentinel.
As the man used
his body as a shield. Pet hung onto him, it was then his hand brushed the man’s
back and he felt the gun.
All Pet could
think was the Captain was trying to take his new sentinel away from him, and
there was no way he was going to let the GDP take him, he jerked the gun from
the holster, working the slide, as he stepped clear of the sentinel.
“Just back off
Banks,” Pet snarled.
Simon found
himself looking down the barrel of Jim’s automatic, the kid’s hands were rock
steady, and with a sickening thud he knew that Blair knew how to use it. The
fear in the younger man’s eyes was replaced by a cold and calculated look, and
he knew that Blair would pull the trigger if either he or his sentinel were
threatened.
“Jim we can fix
this, just have.”
The sentinel cut
across him before he could use his guide’s name, he wasn’t sure how Blair as
Pet would react to hearing his real name.
“Stay back Simon
just do it.”
Dan tried to ease
forward using the tone all GDP where trained to use when dealing with a stung
out guide.
Pet ignored him;
nothing the GDP could say was of interest.
The armed guide
waved the gun towards the closet; “you guys are going to play sardines for a
while. DO IT!” The last two words were a command.
The GDP Commander
led the way, and once both men were inside Jim pushed a chair against the door,
keeping it shut. Not for long, but long enough for them to get away.
He put his hand
out for the automatic. “Pet.”
With a smile
Blair handed the weapon, over “see man I told you I could look after you, so
lets get out of here, I am so not into the GDP or Cops.”
0-0-0-0-0
Their getaway
vehicle was a old blue and white truck, Pet shook his head, Alex would not be
seen dead in this truck, but it seemed to suite the new sentinel, so he piled
in and they left with a screech of tires as they pulled away.
The inside of
the truck was cold, and Pet wrapped his arms around himself, and tired to
settle into the passenger seat, his gaze fell onto a radio. “You’re a cop” his
tone was more accusing than questioning.
“I am a cop
Barnes, how do you think Alex keeps one step a head of Banks.” Jim chanced a
quick look at Blair as he spoke. There was an expression he could not read.
“A dirty cop.”
“Free
enterprise Barnes, you should know about that.” The only reply he got was Blair
shrugging and turning to look out of the window away from him, somehow
disappointed.
0-0-0-0-0
“What the hell was that Dan, and don’t tell
me that was ordinary Sentinel or guide behavior,” Simon demanded as he kicked
the door open.
“Ellison, he was
in Blessed Protector, but something is wrong with that pair. Blair, did you see
the way he reacted to us, the nurse said he was confused.” Dan Slater mused;
but the way he reacted to us was pure fear.
“So?”
“So if Blair was
stuck in some sort of flashback, what would Ellison do, he’s your friend.”
“Help him.” Simon
swore, “and play along with him. So what flashback? At this rate we’re going to
need a score card to keep up to speed with Blair’s personality changes, Dark
Guide, Grad student, Sentinel Guide Prime and..,” Simon halted, “we’re
forgetting one, the most important one, the one that would hate cops.” He
paused, “Pet Barnes.”
0-0-0-0-0
The motel was on
the edge of Cascade, they had booked in, and now Blair was laid out on the bed,
one arm thrown over his face, his vital signs slowed as he drifted off to
sleep.
Getting up, Jim
moved outside of their room and pulled out his cell phone.
“Banks.”
“Simon.” He had
to move the phone away from his ear, as his friend exploded. “Ellison what the
hell is you playing at?”
“Blair.”
“I should have
know,” then he added, “Go on.”
“After his fall
when he woke up he was Pet Barnes again, he doesn’t seem to remember the last
couple of years, he thinks that she’s out there.” The exasperation in his voice
was total. “For gods sake Simon he propositioned me, anything to get me to
protect him from her. I need Blair back Simon.”
There was a click
on the phone, “Jim, is Dan.”
“Yeah, Dan, sorry
about that.”
“No harm no
foul,” The GDP Commander paused, “do you feel a connection with him, a bond?”
“NO.”
In the background
he could hear Simon breath out one ragged breath of concern.
But Dan sounded
coldly professional, and that was what Jim need at that moment. “Right, now
don’t panic, you have to bond with him, just like the first time. Claim him”
“You have to be
crazy Dan, If I bond with him like this, I could do no end of damage, I am not
going to hurt him.”
“Jim does Blair
wants to bond.”
There was a long
pause, “answer me Jim, does Blair want to bond.”
“Yes,” the one
word was drawn out.
“I am not going
to say it’s going to be easy, you have to be gentle.”
“What the hell do
you think I am going to do, jump on his bones, like…?” Jim spluttered to a
halt.
“Of course not,
but you have to take it slowly. I don’t know what his mental condition is, but
if you can get him to bond, then the part of him that is being suppressed might
feel safe enough to come out. Think of this as a seduction.”
“Dan.”
“You know what I
mean Ellison. You bond slowly, let him set the pace and keep him calm. Pet
Barnes was abused. You told me that’s all he’s known in the bond.”
“That bitch never
bonded with him,” Jim roared.
“Okay the surface
bond, he felt pain and humiliation. It was a perverted bond Jim. You have to
show him what a bond can be, no Dark Sentinel, just Jim Ellison. Can you do
that?”
“Yes.”
Dan was pleased
there was no hesitation.
“My territory?”
“It’s better you
don’t try to move him,” he paused. “When did you last bond?”
“Yesterday.”
“Then his
barriers are going to start to give, and if Pet Barnes never bonded he’s not
going to realize the danger until it’s too late. So you have to do it now. I am
sorry.”
Simon cut across
the call, “good luck Jim, and look after the kid.” The Captain allowed his
affection for the longhaired grad student to show. He snarled at Dan, “So I
like him okay,” but a smile softened his face.
Jim broke the
connection and went back inside. Locking the door behind him, for a moment he
just looked down at his Guide.
0-0-0-0-0
Pet watched
him come back into the room, he had seen the man on the cell phone making a
call; he was fatalistic, if it was to Alex then he was in serious trouble. If
it wasn’t, then maybe he could still make a deal with the Sentinel.
He had
risked lowering his barriers a couple of times and all he was getting was a
need to bond, but edged to that was concern for him. Which was puzzling. But
then who really knew what those Neanderthal throwbacks really thought.
At one time
he had thought of them as guardians, then he had realized he was a Guide, and
that the Sentinel 101 was a load of bullshit. Today’s Sentinels had none of the
nobility of the ancients, just a bunch of sadistic egocentrics, with god
complexes and a taste for pain.
He rolled
onto his side and watched his latest Master come in. Sure this one seemed okay,
and for the love of god he didn’t know why he trusted him on some basic level.
If only he could remember how they had met, then he might have a better idea of
where he stood.
“Alex will
be looking for me, you going to let me call her?”
“No need.”
“Right,” Pet
drew the word out slowly.
“You’re
mine, remember.”
0-0-0-0-0
Jim had been
dreading it, he had to have a fall back lie, until Blair was Blair again, the
last thing he wanted was for his Guide to try and give him the slip, to get
back to a woman that had been rotting in her grave for the last two years.
He watched his
Guide for any indication that he was buying the story.
0-0-0-0-0
Okay that
told him what he wanted to know The Sentinel had accepted the deal, laid claim
to him. When he had pulled the automatic on Banks he had soured the cops deal,
blown his cover, but instead of being angry the man was still talking about
bonding. “You’re going to take me with you, when we blow this pop stand”
“What I
claim, I keep.” the Sentinel said, his eyes never leaving Pet’s face.
“Chill man,
no need to lose it.” Pet edged away for him, he didn’t like the look in the
man’s eyes, he knew he was a Dark Sentinel, and he felt the change in the man,
the Dark Sentinel was coming forward and it wanted to play.
He didn’t
mind surface bonding with the guy that would still give him away out, for all
his promises of a bond; he was not going to shackle himself to a Neanderthal
throwback for life. If they bonded he would control it all along the way. If
this guy could not keep him safe, and Alex came looking, then he was sure he
could talk his way out of it. Every man for himself, after all as long as he
wasn’t bonded, Alex might beat him and then fuck him, hand him around to her
crew but she wouldn’t kill him. If he fully bonded then he was not only a slave
he was a dead man.
“I am not
fully bonding with you man, so put him back in his cage and back off.”
“You don’t
get a choice kid” There was a throaty growl to the words that was not there
before.
“Not good,”
Pet muttered to himself, as he looked round for the nearest weapon.
0-0-0-0-0
Jim could feel
the Dark Sentinel rising inside of him, he had played this game too long, this
was nothing he had never done before with Blair, and he launched himself at
this Guide.
His caught
Blair and pulled him onto the bed, using his greater strength and weight to pin
him down, aggressively scenting at his throat, pulling at the neck of the sweat
shirt to expose his throat.
0-0-0-0-0
Pet
screamed, “No,” and began to struggle.
Not a bond,
he could not, he had to protect his mother, and his sanity. Through the panic
he struck out with his mind, a dagger to the Sentinel’s mind, the larger man
roared in pain, and pulled back, his fist lashing out, unable to duck, Pet saw
it coming and braced himself.
At the last
second the blow missed and hit the pillow, and the Sentinel threw himself away
from the Guide, snarling and growling, but refusing to come near him. Pacing up
and down like a caged animal
Pet looked
towards the door, he didn’t know why the Sentinel had not punished him, but he
knew that if he ran the Sentinel would track him down, he was trapped, suddenly
his barriers seemed to fracture, he had to fight to keep them up, he could feel
his grip on them faltering.
He moaned
softly “Help me.”
Immediately
the Dark Sentinel was by his side, reaching for him, pulling him firmly to lay
against him, arms tucking him close, firm hands petting as the sentinel cooed
softly to him, rocking him like a mother would her child. Pet reached out his
mind brushing that of the Dark Sentinel, he pulled back as he felt a surge of
power, but the sentinel cruelly reined it back, and when Pet reached out again
the man allowed the surface bond. To the empathic guide it was like being
covered in a warm blanket, and his barriers relaxed, not letting the sentinel
in for a true bond, but at the same time, allowing a connection between them.
Slowly he
relaxed and his eyes fluttered close, without realizing it he reached out and
wrapped a hand around the Sentinel jacket lapel and held tightly.
0-0-0-0-0
Jim laid awake as
he remembered Blair striking out at him; his Guide had attacked him. He should
have felt angry, but the horror that Pet Barnes had felt at being attacked by
the Sentinel, forced to bond, had brought Jim up hard and fast.
In the Dark Guide
persona Blair had reveled in the physical rough and tumble of the Dark Bond,
but what damage had he done to Blair when he dragged him down onto the bed,
using his superior strength and weight to pin him down, clawing at his clothes.
Jim closed his
eyes, he had forced himself on Blair, and the dominant Alpha had tried to take
what it wanted, pinning and pawing his Guide, and Pet Barnes had panicked.
Knowing only the violence of Alex’s touch he had been scared enough to actually
fight back. His Blair, Jim turned and ran a hand lightly over his Guide’s
sleeping face, exhaustion had taken its toll on him.
Did Blair let him
do that to him when he was not under the influence of the Dark Guide because be
believed it was his duty to service his Sentinel? Because he felt that he owed
Jim for saving him from the facility, and for letting him live something of a
normal life.
He had felt the
bond, he knew Blair’s affection for him was that of a brother, but even so had
he, the one person that had sworn to protect his Guide, added to his problems,
his fears, by his aggressive bonding.
Could he stop?
The Sentinel
looked into his own heart and saw in his head what he had done. But he still
knew that as Dark Sentinel and Alpha of the City he could not bond submissively
to his Guide, he would always need dominance in the bond. But he could learn,
he could, would control the aggression; he owed Blair much more than that.
Now he had to
learn how to bond with Pet Barnes, he took with him the knowledge of his
bonding with Blair that he had to be gentle, and against his natural nature
give Blair some control.
0-0-0-0-0
Pet woke to
find the Sentinel laid on the bed next to him, he pulled back, his eyes showing
his fear, but instead of grabbing him, the Sentinel had just laid there and
when he reached a hand out, it was slow, his fingers lightly brushing his hair
from his eyes, the pad of the fingers a light caress on skin, when they brushed
down his cheek and jaw, Pet leaned into the touch.
Alex had never
touched him like that; his eyes had fluttered closed as he reveled in the
moment. They flew open, and he rolled off the bed in one quick move, putting
the bed between them. “Keep away from me man.”
He held his
hands up to the Sentinel, palms out, “Keep back.”
“Bl.., Pet,
its okay, I wont hurt you.”
“You, you want
to bond, I can feel it.”
0-0-0-0-0
Jim knew he had
to answer honestly, because he could feel the touch of Blair’s mind, the kid
was actually probing him, a talent he had never known that Blair could do,
maybe even Blair didn’t realize he could do it on a conscious level.
“Yes, I want to
bond with you Pet, to Mark and Claim you so deep that no one is ever going to
take you away from me.” Jim could not help it, the words came out with a heat
that he had always tried to hide, maybe now was the time to be honest with
himself and Blair.
0-0-0-0-0
Pet’s breath
caught in his throat, the words, and the look in the Sentinel’s eyes when he
spoke, he felt as if he was about to implode from the warmth that spread
through him, he moved without thought towards the Sentinel, then with a gasp
pulled back.
“If I say no.”
0-0-0-0-0
Jim didn’t know
what to say, he wanted Blair. He was his Guide, and the thought of him running
away was intolerable. Blair needed him. Pet might not think he did, but the
exhaustion Jim could see was the result of Blair losing his shielding. Pet
would not understand what it was, and that made it more dangerous, the kid
still thought he was unbonded. The most his Guide had ever managed was 20 hours
solo, without bonding, Blair was running towards that deadline, if he didn’t
bond with him soon, his Guide would end up in a coma.
“Pet, I would
like to say that I could step back and let you go, but I can’t, I need you and
I want you, Claimed and Marked, Join your gifts to mine, be my partner.”
“You mean that?”
Blair sounded puzzled, but he had edged forward. “You would protect me, Alex
she said she would kill my mother if I ever ran.”
“You mum is safe
Pet, she will never, NEVER, hurt her.”
Blair shook his
head “I am to believe a dirty cop, you’re a Sentinel, how could you.”
“Alex does, and
she is a killer,” Jim put in.
His Guide’s mouth
opened and closed, “You’re different, I don’t know why.” Pet’s hands wrapped
into his hair, and when he looked up there was pain. “Sentinel help me,” Blair
crumbled; Jim only just caught him before he hit the floor. Gathering him close
he pulled him onto the bed, keeping him in his arms, Blair’s eyes fluttered
open, and his mouth opened and closed, as if he was having trouble forming
words, “What happened,” he lifted a shaking hand, “B b bond.”
0-0-0-0-0
All Pet knew
was that his shields had breeched and the emotions of the people in the rooms
round him were like acid in his mind, the hooker and her customer, the raw lust
on one side and the cold professional indifference. The businessman angry with
a lost client, it was never ending.
Fear was
running through him; he was begging to bond, to be taken, to be made into a
slave. What was the difference; he was Alex pet, so he would be this cop’s
slave. Tears filled his eyes and silently ran down his face as he begged for
the one thing that would take his life as it was, away from him. But then he
remembered what the cop has said, joining their gifts, the man has sounded so
sure of himself, of how it would be, was that true?
Did he really
have a choice, he would have to put his faith in a higher power, and give
himself over to the one thing that he feared and hated the most.
0-0-0-0-0
Jim smelled the
tears, with the greatest of care he eased them both down, rolling on his side,
taking Blair with him, one arm acting as a pillow for his Guide’s head, with
his other hand he gently stroked his Guide’s face, knowing that last time it
had calmed him down. The misery was like a knife through the Sentinel’s heart,
“I will never hurt you Pet, but we will bond now.”
Blair nodded, and
then pushed Jim onto his back. Puzzled the Sentinel allowed him to do it, “hey
buddy no!” Blair had already stripped off the sweatshirt and his hands were on
the elastic waist of his sweat pants when Jim managed to catch his Guide’s
hands.
“No Pet, not like
that, this is a bond.”
“Alex, she always
likes me naked when we bond, she says...” He turned his head away.
Jim squashed his
anger. The bitch had perverted the bond. He knew from what Blair had said once
that the woman had not been able to bond properly with him, because of the
death of her spirit animal, but she had surface bonded, making a connection
with him. But it was temporary and would diminish during the day, leaving a
void in her, and that had made her angry, feeding her psychotic need for power
over the one person she could never take as her Guide.
He saw his Guide
flinch, and reined in his emotions, “You don’t have to Pet.”
“I want to bond,”
Blair pushed the sweats off and then moved back into Jim’s arms.
“Okay Chief,
whatever you want,” he took a deep breath.
Blair slid his
arms round him, plastering himself against him, his breath hot on Jim’s neck.
Lightly he closed his arms round the smaller man, and then lowered his head and
inhaled deeply at this throat. The scent was like a soothing balm. Jim knew
that he had to keep control, Blair was in no condition to understand. He
expected pain, humiliation, in fact thought it was normal, Jim had to show him
that he was treasured and loved.
0-0-0-0-0
Pet could not
believe it when the Sentinel had stopped him when he was undressing. For a
moment he thought it was because he hadn’t put a show on for him, like he did
Alex. Alex always said she liked to see the merchandise, wanted him to show her
how much a favor she was doing in bonding with a filthy little Guide. If he
didn’t do it good enough, she had made sure that he had an audience, her crew
has always enjoyed seeing him “educated.” He shuddered, the Sentinel had been
testing him telling him that he need not strip, but the man had collected him
into his arms readily enough. The emotions coming off him were strangely
soothing, almost as if he had bonded before. But Sentinel’s only bond once,
everyone knew that.
He could not
believe there was no pain, he had expected to be thrown on his back, the larger
body pressing him down like last time, forcing him to move against him, like
Alex had liked him to, controlling every aspect of his body and mind. But so
far the Sentinel had just held him, one hand was carding through his hair,
soothing him, and he allowed his body to relax, maybe the Sentinel would not
hurt him so badly if he was submissive.
When he had
tried to touch the Sentinel, as he whispered Sentinel soft, “I can make it good
for you,” the man had almost sadly caught his hand, holding it captured against
his chest, “No need for that Pet,” and the hand that had carded his hair so
softly had guided his head down on the man’s shoulder so it was tucked under
the Sentinel’s chin. He had never felt so protected; the emotions coming off
the Sentinel were all that he could have dreamed of. He let his shields fall,
and gave himself over to the bonding.
Pet was
surprised to feel, as his mind touched the Sentinel’s, it was like coming home,
the Sentinel’s mind touched his and he felt it soar with joy, and he let go.
0-0-0-0-0
Blair opened his
eyes, and yawned. He felt as if he had been put through a wringer. His Sentinel
was holding him. A smile touched his lips, it must have been a bad nightmare,
and Jim was always overprotective.
Then he blinked,
since when did they have that cheesy wallpaper? He looked round him... a motel
room? Slowly he tried to ease back, only to be hugged tighter to the Sentinel.
“Not losing you Pet, mine.”
“Pet,” Blair said
the name and was surprised not to feel the same revulsion run through him, it
was then he felt Jim’s hand flex on his hip, the fingers moving like a cat
kneading a cover. Blair flushed, his naked hip. “Okay man, you can work this
out, you’re naked in bed with your Sentinel, in a motel room.” “Errr JIM.” He
gave his Sentinel a shake, the eyes opened, and he felt himself pinned by them.
“Jim, what’s
happening?”
“Blair?”
“Y e a h, Jim,
want to explain this.” He waved a hand at himself and the motel room.
“You’re you!”
“Duh, who did you
think I was,” it resulted in him being pulled that close he was having trouble
breathing, but he was more concerned about his Sentinel. “You okay big guy?”
“Fine now.”
He caught his
Guide and pulled him close, the need to bond vibrating through him, the Dark
Sentinel demanding that now his Guide was back, that he bond with him. But Jim
caught himself; he would not pounce this time.
“You want to bond
Jim?” Blair’s face softened, he was not sure what had happened, but bonding
would put them back into synch, and the rest could wait until later.
“Sentinel take
your Guide.”
“No.”
“Jim,” puzzled
Blair pushed his Sentinel down, trying to get a look at him, he could feel the
need to bond, what was Jim playing at?
“I said no, Guide
claim your Sentinel.”
Blair’s smile was
brilliant, as his long slender fingers cupped his Sentinel’s face and he
linked, a feeling of contentment, flooding through his mind and body. Panther
curled back into the furthest recess of the Sentinel’s mind. It purred in
contentment, a lesson has been learned, and the bonding would be all the better
for it. Next to it the Wolf yawned and snuggled closer to the bigger body, the
Panther’s head resting on its side.
The receptionist
at the desk looked up at the tall leggy blond, and pushed the key across to
her, she was not pretty in the classic sense, but she had a striking look to
her.
“Your in room 56
Miss Bennett. I hope you like your stay in Cascade.”
“Oh, I am sure I
will.” Her smile was like the cat that had eaten the canary.
The end.
TBC