On Sunday 2

by ljc


Summary: Another mourner arrives late. Blair's POV.

Warnings, Ratings: Fan Rated Suitable for Teenagers, Profanity

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.


The priest had left the graveside. Jim and Blair stood on one side, Steven on the other. Was it too late for them? Blair hoped it wasn't, but if they left here without some word between them, he feared it would be. He'd almost reached the point where he was going to make the first step when a black limousine drove up.

He turned to look, but stopped, astonished by Jim's reaction. Jim had spun about and nearly fallen, shock written on his face. Steven moved toward Jim in concern just as the limo's door opened.

The woman that got out was wearing a black coat over an obvious nurse's uniform. She hurried to the opposite door to help an older woman exit. The woman was frail, almost withered, and Blair would have guessed she was quite elderly.

The two women made their slow way to the graveside.

The nurse said, “I'm afraid we arrived too late for the service, dear, but take as much time as you need.” Then she left her side to return to the limousine. The other woman walked a few steps closer, finally looking at the men before her.

Jimmy? Stevie? Of course. I should have known you would be here.”

Steven looked confused, but Jim answered in a near whisper, “Mom.”

Blair would have sworn the world tilted on it's axis, and now understood Jim's reaction. Grace Ellison, Jim and Steven's mother had finally returned.

I'm so sorry to come back at this time, but I did love your father, even if I had to leave. Jimmy, you understand, don't you?”

Why would I understand?” he asked harshly.

She looked mildly confused, but brightened when she said, “You seem well, Jimmy. I worried about you. You're, well ... because you're like me.”

Jim looked shocked once again, and Blair felt horrified. Was it true? Was this frail ... old ... worn out woman a sentinel? Oh, my God!

Steven asked, “What do you mean, Jim's like you?”

Jim turned to him to plead, “Please, Steven. I'll tell you ... not now though.”

Grace interrupted, “But Stevie knew about you. He was always testing you. What do you hear? What's Mom cooking for supper? I remember. It was a game with you two. And you both did it with me.” She sighed wistfully as she added, “I did always hope that it would be better for you, Jimmy.”

Steven's thoughts kept him occupied for a while. Blair could see the memories surfacing and Steven's reactions. But what he was most concerned with were Jim's reactions. He knew Jim would press for answers.

Better for me? Why? How was it for you? You had the same enhanced senses. How did you cope?”

Blair held his breath waiting for the answer. What happened to Grace, the sentinel?

She looked perplexed at the questions. “Well ... I ... left. I had to Jimmy. Stevie. I thought I was going crazy, and at least you had your Dad. I knew you'd be better off with Bill.”

But the senses, Mom. What happened with your senses?” Jim persisted.

Blair watched as Jim asked that fateful question. It was a question Jim had wondered about himself, finally deciding he might be going crazy before Blair found him. Blair also watched Steven. He was intently watching his brother as much as he was watching his mother.

Grace was acting more and more distracted. She finally answered, “The senses. They just kept getting worse. Stronger, but that was worse, much worse. And the darkness, nothingness. It frightened me more than anything. I - I was afraid I'd somehow hurt you boys. I needed help, but no one could help me. I went to so many doctors. One of them suggested the Brookings Sanitarium in Seattle. But I kept losing control. Then, one day, I was given a choice. Did you choose yet, Jimmy?”

Yes, Mom,” Jim whispered. “I chose.”

You had help didn't you,” and she smiled. “I'm so glad.” She looked to Blair, and nodded.

Blair 's breath caught once again.

I don't see or hear very well anymore, but I see enough. I see you and Stevie together, too. That's good. You're brothers, that's the way it should be. I hope William was happy. I know he did his best.”

Blair choked on the grief he felt for Jim, for his family.

The nurse came forward to ask, “Ms. Ellison, you've been standing for a while. Would you like to rest a bit? Would you like to go to the wake?”

Grace looked at her sons. Her fatigue had grown more obvious during their conversation. “No. I'd like a few moments with William. Then I think we should go back. I saw ... my sons. Adele Simpson, this is Jimmy and this is Stevie. I'm afraid I don't know this young man ...”

Blair Sandburg, Ms. Ellison,” answered Blair quietly, respectfully.

Blair Sandburg. I'll remember. You must come visit me. With Jimmy and Stevie.” She looked at her sons and sighed, “I'd like you to visit ... if you'd like to ....”

I'd like that very much, Mom,” said Jim.

Uh, me too ... Mom,” added Steven.

Grace smiled, “Now you two go along. I need to say my goodbyes to Bill.”

Jim and Steven, with Blair, waited at a distance until Grace moved back to the limousine. She leaned heavily on Adele.

They watched the limo drive away. Blair remained silent, but watched as Jim blinked away tears.

Steven asked, “I think I'm beginning to understand why she left. But why didn't she stay in touch? Didn't she have any idea what kind of a father Dad was? Do you think he knew where she was all this time?”

Jim swallowed thickly, “'I' understand what she was going through. Steven ... Blair helped me, otherwise I'd ... be ... like her.”

Blair couldn't stand it any longer. He wrapped one arm around Jim's back as he said, “You heard her, Jim. You know what she meant when she said she 'chose'. Your choice was different.”

Jim looked at Blair. “I don't know if her choice was wrong for her, Chief. She didn't have you. You made all the difference for me.”

I - I don't know about that, but thanks, Jim.”

Jim sighed then said, “Steven, I don't think Dad knew. I never heard anything about her from Dad ever again. And Steve, Dad was different after Mom left. You were pretty young, maybe you don't remember.”

Maybe. Jim ... did Dad ... call you a while ago? Did he want to get together? Talk things out?”

Jim hung his head and had to admit, “Yeah. We were always ... busy.”

Blair added, “Jim, we 'were' busy. 'I' know.”

It's too late now.”

For William,” said Blair.

Jim looked questioningly at Blair.

Blair looked pointedly at Steven, “You have a brother. And a mother that will be waiting for a visit.”

Steven looked hopeful.

Jim looked at Steven, “Next Sunday?”