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"Make Me A Promise, Chief?"

"I think I know what you're going to say, Jim."

"I Had a Dream."

"About The President's Son"?

"No, Darwin."

"About The Game?"

"Nope, Chief....er...Choices."

"As in..."

"The last 3 years of our lives. We've gone from testee/researcher to partners to Beyond Friends to A Fine Mix of Heaven and Hell. You heard this Soldier's Cry!"

"Jim, thank you for letting me keep your Soldier's Heart. After TSbBS, I was almost a Headcase. Thanks to your sweet love, From This Moment On, These Two Hearts will be Stripping Away everything that could possibly come between us, ever again."

"'Member, Blair, when I said, 'Give Me Your Love For Christmas,' and then I gave you The Rose? I was so torn up inside, worried how you would take my declaration of love, I was afraid you'd go On The Run."

Blair reached over and tugged Jim's hand off the steering wheel (a monstrous crime to other drivers), kissed said hand, and placed it on his thigh. "I was already in love with you then, big guy. Didn't I promise To Have and To Hold--if you would Take A Chance on Me?"

"Oh, angel, this Cop Of The Year loves ya so much."

"One of Nature's Surprises," heh hehed Blair. (That's the cutesome way he laughed, sorry.)

"We live in Trying Times, Chief. My Self Image was rotten. I know sometimes you felt like Moving On. That would have scattered my Shattered Soul into A Million Pieces."

"Oh, Jim. I would have acted The Fool if you hadn't given me that Morning Kiss, when we were Home For The Holidays, watching The Innocent Chronicles on tv, my Private Thoughts all about you, how desperate I was feeling, wishing you would Kiss Me Deadly. I was Waiting for Anytime."

Jim squeezed Blair is his highly emotional repressed way. "Take My Hand, Blair. The fountain and the diss were just Signs From Above. We were meant to be together."

Blair chortled, "You mean now you won't have to go around Choosing Guides?"

"No, honey. Never! Will you marry me?"

Blair gasped. "Jim, Weddings Can Be A Bitch."

"No Questions in Forever, Blair. No more Back Room Blues, Onion Boy. Everyday a Sweet Memory to treasure."

"No Regrets, Big Guy?"

"One Is A Lonely Number, darlin'. There's A Long Night Coming and I need my Shield."

"You're right: No More Fear. No more Dear Journal. New Rules of Engagement. No more Boogie Man hiding under the futon. A Real Kiss is Past Due, A Gentle Reminder of the vow we intend to make."

"Yeah," rasped Jim, "I want to sit in my Armchair and look at my Angel."

"Say Forever For Me, Jim. We're taking big Risks here, but I'm Flying High."

"Yeah, man, we'll give them Something To Talk About."

"No more A Life Half Lived. No more Hunger. Jim, I'm glad I came to the Realization, because When Daylight comes, I'll see Forever In Your Eyes."

Blair continued, "I understand now with Quiet Clairity--you're everything I want for my future. Another thing I swear: Never Apart, lover. In Sickness And In Health, Spirit Willing, The Price Of Love may be Against All Odds, but Life On The Streets without me backing you up gives me no Comfort."

Jim stopped the truck in the parking lot of 852 Prospect, snapped off his seatbelt, maneuvered Blair into his arms. "Decision Time for True Minds, hon. I'm thinkin' of our years to come, and it's all Rapture and Roses. Our wedding day, Just Another Sunday, will be The Sweetest Day I'll ever spend in the Arms of An Angel. I Can't Miss A Thing. when I see Forever In Your Eyes. All That I Am I Give To You, my guppy."

"I swear to you babe, no more Distortion or Refraction. I'll be Laying On Hands over your body in Celebration, If You Asked Me To. The loft will be our Sanctuary, and no Outside Influences will change what we have. Just Pillow Talk all night long. We'll Go The Distance and make Love Like Slow Molasses. I'm Waiting. There will be No Ghost at Midnight, no more Inferences and Innuendo, we'll be in a New World."

Jim cuddled Blairboy to his lovin' chest and asked, "Is this everything you want and need, honey?"

"Well, Jim, I want just 3 more things. I want us to have a couple of kids--I've already picked out their names--Jamie and Nia. I want to finish my novel "The Secret Life of J.J. Rush, and gloriously devote every day of my life to The Care and Feeding Of A Modern-Day Sentinel."

"Oh, sweetheart," sighed Jim, liplocked in a lovelock with his Forever Love. "Let's go to Bed, so we can have a Night Before and a Morning After."

"Oh, Jim, you've got Style."

"No Islands Anymore, honeyBlair. I'm ready to take The Dip, To Drive The Cold Winter Away."

"Ellison, I want to go Somewhere I Have Never Traveled!"

"Beyond The Thin Blue Line?"

"No, uh...on a honeymoon?"

"Chief, I'll be thrilled to take Sandburg In Paris."

They got out of the truck, walked arm in arm upstairs, trudging up to the loft and then into Jim's bed, where they had a marvelous time exploring the Sentinel-Guide bond, and learning how to glue together Jim and Blair.

And they lived happily Ever After.