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Mentors

by ljc

7/05



Summary: A very short piece. A memorial for a couple of very minor but important (to the sentinel and guide) characters.



No warnings. Rated G.



Disclaimer: All characters, places, and objects from The Sentinel belong to Pet Fly Productions, UPN, and Paramount. All stories are written with the love of the show in mind. No money is being made. All stories are property of the author.



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Jim came with him today. The funeral and memorial service were long over but this last week had been so very difficult. He wasn't done saying goodbye. It was so hard to let go. This was a person that had shown him so much. Pushed him to be independent. Challenged him at every turn. Listened without judging. Forgave, and did forget his missteps. How could he detach with love when it hurt so much?



He still held the bottle of sand in his hand. His friends, from major and minor continents and a lot of islands, had come through for him; sending these small tributes for a person whom they all admired and respected, a citizen of the world. He knelt before the gravestone at last and sprinkled the multi-colored sands of the world at it's foot. A tribute to a great man, Dr. Eli Stoddard.



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Jim had gladly come with his friend today. Eli had been a good and gentle man. The kind of friend to Blair that asked no questions about the press conference that ended his quest for a doctorate in anthropology. The kind of friend who was there to celebrate his graduation from the Police Academy. One of the few of Blair's academic friends that was invited to watch as he received his gold shield. And he watched it all with pride, pride in Blair and the person he was. He shook Jim's hand that day, firmly, then covered their clasped hands with his left. He looked fiercely into Jim's eyes but the look softened and he only said, “Look out for each other.”



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Then Blair stood stiffly to attention, giving a last respectful salute to his friend. Jim quickly joined him, and standing down, lowered his hand to Blair's shoulder. They turned back to the car, but Blair asked him to wait. He went and retrieved a bouquet of flowers from behind his seat. He walked back to Jim, saying, “We have one more friend to visit, Jim.”



Jim gazed to a far corner of the cemetery, to the grave of another good and gentle man. Jim knew Karl Heydash would have understood Eli Stoddard. They were wise and trusted teachers, counselors of young people in need of guidance. Eli and Bud were kindred spirits; they were mentors.



Sentinel and guide were lucky to have found such mentors, and luckier still to have found their successors in each other.



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Definition from WordWeb:

Mentor: noun, a wise and trusted guide and advisor.

Mentor: verb, serve as a teacher or trusted counselor.