|The ground is not comfortable. No matter
how many clothes you wear or how your twist your body, sleeping on the
dirt floor of the jungle is not conducive to sleep. Blair shifted and
fidgeted until he curled himself into a fetal-like position and was
still by sheer force of will. He was tired, his body needing the rest but his mind
wouldn't stop racing. Jim had shot him down, again, when he was trying
to find out more information regarding his senses. It's not that Blair
liked to pry, he didn't, but he needed that background; if he didn't, he wouldn't push, but he did – so he pushed and Jim pushed
It'd been the story of Blair's life for recent months. He wanted and needed Jim to cooperate in order to gain more insight for controlling his senses, but there seemed to be more and more reasons to stop pushing Jim, the opportunity with Eli Stoddard at the top of the list. Blair had been so ecstatic about being singled out that he did forget about Jim – only for a moment, although it had been enough; Jim's face had closed down so quickly after Blair confessed the amount of time that was needed. He still wanted to go, badly, but there was no way he was going to leave Jim.
Even though Jim was gruff and uncooperative most of the time, Blair considered him a close friend, and he wanted to stay and support Jim if only for that reason. Of course Blair had other reasons: the dissertation, the personal accomplishment he'd feel once Jim was able to handle himself without the dangers of over stimulation, and working with the police. The center of everything was Jim – but Jim didn't see that, all he saw was how Blair was so excited after the phone call, that Blair wanted to go. Of course Jim was the type to allow those he cared about to walk away, he would never stand in Blair's way if that's what Blair really wanted.
Blair shivered as a soft breeze drifted over his body. He really did want that expedition, but he also really wanted Jim. Blair wanted to be for Jim what everyone else from his past was never able to be: a friend, someone Jim could count on time and again, a partner and family... However, Blair was tired. He put himself out there over and over and each time Jim batted him down it was harder for him to find the energy to do it again. Jim had a horrible habit of attacking first, asking questions later, and making a grand gesture in hopes of soothing the feathers Jim knew he ruffled from the beginning. Blair was worn-out and the cold, crisp, almost condescending voice of Jim telling him to `go' from that morning continued to run through his head, giving him no comfort.
He sighed and tucked his arms in closer to his body and heard a rustling come from the area across from him and knew Jim was also shifting to find some comfort. Blair was sure there wasn't much more he could do to convince Jim that he could be helpful. Blair respected Jim's need for privacy, however, if there was a time when Jim needed him, it was now. Their friends were missing; they were in the middle of nowhere with only each other to rely on, yet Jim dismissed him as though he was some rookie that was assigned to him. Blair knew he wasn't a cop, would never been seen like one and had no desire to fit the stereotypical mold, but he felt as though he earned enough of Jim's respect to acquiescence to his knowledge where being a Sentinel was concerned.
It was obvious that Jim didn't hold the same opinion, at least not at the moment, but Blair was trying to find the confidence to continue to fight with Jim until he won. Jim may have won the most recent battle but Blair was convinced that he would win the war – eventually. He would show Jim the error of his ways. Blair grinned to himself as he realized how silly that sounded, but it did lighten the load he felt resting on his shoulders. Blair was happy to attribute Jim's latest bout of surliness to having a hard time adjusting to the jungle and was worrying about his friends; he was certain Jim would come to him when he was ready and Blair would be waiting.
Blair knew, even though minutes before he was shadowed in doubt, that he would always be waiting for Jim, on those thoughts he fell asleep confident in the fact that Jim would be there in the morning and Blair would try again.
But people leave – that's just what they do. He'd learned that a long time ago and the lesson just kept being shown as true.
But he wasn't happy about it and took it out on the
kid before he could control himself, and then the news about Simon
dropped into his lap a minute and a half later. Jim closed his eyes and
positioned himself differently, understanding now why it had taken
Sandburg so long to settle down.
He turned over, pillowing his head on his arm and
vowed to be better with Sandburg but really wondered if, or rather, for
how long that private vow would hold. Still, it was something. Satisfied
with that and checking the location of his weapons, Jim drifted off to
sleep, wondering if he'd heard the sound of a big cat way off in the