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Quality of Life

by ljc

5/05



Summary: It's the journey. Definitely not a death story. A missing scene from my story “Fourteen Angels”, but can be read on it's own.



No warnings. No bad words. 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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It was still very early when Blair left the University. He was still shaken though. It had been so close. And it was so stupid. Just a moment's inattention. Not that he hadn't had close calls before. He wasn't called a trouble magnet for nothing. He didn't know why this one should upset him so much. He knew his life could be gone in an instant. But this time, to what purpose? None. No 'for the good of the many' reason. One day, one instant, just gone.



He'd tried to make his life count for something. Finding a sentinel had been his obsession. Being a guide to a sentinel was more than he had hoped for, and leaving behind his research would be a legacy that he hoped could help other sentinels and guides. But that didn't make a life. No. Yet life was in the living, the journey. Life was what you did along the way. The deeds, the friendships, the family you were born to and the one you acquired. This was life.



His friends were kept close to his heart. He'd tried to do good toward others. He tried to give more than he received. He'd tried to help his sentinel and his best friend, Jim. He loved his mother and honored her with all his heart.



He breathed deeply, as he realized his life was good. He was content and mostly happy with his choices. And really, you can't live your life while looking backwards, you'd only stumble more.



He took another deep breath and consciously relaxed his grip on the steering wheel. He felt his spirits lift. When he reached his destination his heart was lighter. His step had regained some of it's bounce. It was a beautiful day to be alive.



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