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Black Magic Woman

by ljc

11/05



Summary: Just a snippet. Jim's thoughts about Blair and Naomi, and memories. Spoilers for 'Spare Parts'.



Warnings, Ratings: G.



Disclaimer: All characters, places, and objects from The Sentinel belong to Pet Fly Productions, UPN, Paramount and the SciFi Channel. No money is being made. No copyright infringement is intended. This story was written by ljc with the love of the show in mind.




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Jim grinned as Blair came flying up the stairs. He knew 'just' what Blair was thinking when he realized Jim and Naomi were upstairs in Jim's bedroom.



Jim felt very relaxed as he sipped his wine and listened as Blair gave Naomi a hard time about showing his baby pictures to his roommate. Blair was obviously embarrassed. That much was especially easy for his sentinel senses to detect, although Jim knew Naomi was well aware of it too. As Blair glanced his way, Jim let his grin widen just so he could see Blair's flush deepen.



Blair was a good man and now he knew why he adored his mom. She was bright and quirky and beautiful. What's not to love? And she loved him too. That was obvious.



Jim didn't want to wander down the path of his own memories, not tonight. His own mother had been bright, beautiful and conservative enough for an ambitious businessman like William Ellison. Or so he'd thought. Why did she leave? Was it her? Was it William? Was it Jim? Steven? What was the one thing that was the 'one thing too much'? Sigh ... No, better not go there tonight. There were too many happy memories to savor tonight, even if they weren't his.



The pictures were 'precious' as Naomi named them. Most were of a tiny Blair with wild curls, and naked as often as not. This would make such great blackmail material. Or just to keep. Jim slipped one under his pillow to make a copy.



Blair pulled out some pictures of Naomi, a younger version of the woman who shared the comfort of this room with her son and his friend. Jim marveled that both versions seemed totally at ease, even the young Naomi with the long flowing red hair and bright blue eyes.



Time seemed to slow for Jim as he gazed at the pictures. A riff from Santana seemed to take over his memory; a memory of hippies in the park. They were dancing and singing to 'Black Magic Woman' on the radio. It was the first time he'd heard it and it had been a favorite of his ... since that day. There, in the park, was a beautiful red haired girl, not much older than him. She'd been dancing but sank down to a bench looking very pale. And she was very pregnant.



It felt like a great weight settled on Jim. He found it hard to breathe for a moment as the memories crashed down on him. He'd helped a pretty red haired girl in the park that day. Gotten a policeman to call for an ambulance for her, for her baby that was coming a little too soon. For Blair.



Blair was quick to notice something was bothering Jim. He glanced over with a lift to his eyebrow in question. Jim answered Blair with a tiny shake of the head and mouthed 'later'. He knew the scientist in Blair would be 'fascinated' by this revelation. Jim could hear him now, 'another Blessed Protector moment.'



Jim would tell them in a little while. When he could speak past the constriction in his throat. Did he believe in predestination? Or was it luck? Destiny ... it was a disturbing thought to Jim. But coincidence was just ... too ... coincidental.



Life had thrown plenty of obstacles in his path. And then there was Blair. Maybe destiny was okay.



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Somewhere !!! months ago, I read that 'Black Magic Woman' was a hippie era song that came out in 1969, which was when Blair was born. Thus this little snippet. I haven't been able to confirm the date or find the site again, although I did find one site that said it came out in 1970. Oh well! (Sometimes I hate doing a search on the internet. Probably because I have no talent, or patience, for it.)


www.lyricsfreak.com/s/santana/121497.html

Black Magic Woman by Santana