Sentinel Fan Fiction Page || Fanfic -- Smarm
This began as a very long paragraph I sent to Robyn when she was on-call and wanted some smarm. After some further writing, this is what resulted. And for any science fiction buffs out there, no, this doesn't have anything to do with Isaac Asimov's famous short story which, yes, I have read...many times. (Author's note: Thanks to Allison for info on source for final quote.)
"Friendship is neither a formality nor a mode:
it is rather a life."
~ David Grayson ~
The sun glowed, reaching out with gentle fingers to caress the earth before the great star disappeared for another night. A few rays reached upward to touch the sky as it slowly sank below the distant horizon. Light glistened and sparkled across windows and water and streets and cars as it faded.
Jim Ellison watched in silence. Dressed in khaki pants, gray t-shirt, and his warmest and softest pair of white socks, he stood on the loft balcony, arms folded loosely across his chest, one hip resting against the railing. His blue eyes were distant, unfocused, not truly seeing night fall over the city -- his city. A slight breeze ruffled his hair, but didn't disturb him. Every line of his body spoke of content and peace and a quiet happiness.
"I need you. I don't know why but every now and then in my life,
for no reason at all, I need you."
~ author unknown ~
Movement behind him, a noise, instinct, or perhaps something else entirely that cannot be defined, made him turn slightly, looking back, inward toward his home. His lips lifted in a small smile as his eyes met the eyes of his roommate and partner, Blair Sandburg.
Dressed also in khaki pants and a gray t-shirt, although a long-sleeved blue and green flannel shirt covered his arms and torso, blocking out the evening chill, Blair stood in the glass doorway, leaning against the frame. His rumpled dark hair fell in soft curls around his face; blue eyes blinked slowly, remaining in a half-lidded, sleepy state.
"Hold a true friend with both your hands."
~ Nigerian proverb ~
Soft smile bright on his face, Blair stepped forward, out onto the balcony, moving slowly on sock-covered feet. His hand left the doorjamb as he moved. Stumbling, he caught his breath, reaching out a hand. A limp, a soreness, an ache, betraying his recent injury, memento of his fall during a chase, reminder of the case they had closed that late afternoon.
Jim's hands caught him, steadying him, drawing him to his side. In low, solicitous, caring tones, he murmured soft words, querying Blair about being awake, wanting to know how he felt, if he needed anything, wondering what woke him. Concern chased away his smile; worry took the place of the quiet peace.
"We are, each of us angels with one wing,
and we can only fly by embracing one another."
~ Lucian de Crescenzo ~
Blair shook his head, his smile reappearing, lighting up tired eyes. He raised one hand, covering the lips of his friend with two fingers, assuring him that all was well. Jim hesitated, then relaxed, accepting the calm words as truth. With care, he draped his arm over Blair's shoulders, bringing him closer, supporting him, holding him near, sharing his warmth.
Wrapping his own arm around Jim's waist, Blair leaned into him, trustingly, resting his head against the solid form. Quiet peace again settled, this time over and through both of them. Together they watched the sun finish its descent and waited for the first star to appear in the heavens above them.
Nightfall. All was well.
"Friendship is the bridge between lonely and loved,
between a glance and a gaze.
It stretches from the fog into sunshine,
hopelessness into faith, between despair and joy.
It crosses the chasm from hell and to heaven, from God to man,
and from you to me."
~ from movie, Labyrinth~
- The End -