New Beginnings

by Kira

Just a little snippet that Pierre begged to write as a result of watching Sentinel Too, Part one. So spoilers for that...but I think everyone knows what happened by now

Warnings....its a surprise! Pierre refuses to tell.

Rating: PG

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New Beginnings

by Kira

When I saw him in the fountain, my heart stopped. I've never felt such cold fear . . . okay, maybe once or twice, but not for the same reasons. Not because I thought the person that I've come to love more than life itself was dead. We pulled him out and started CPR and I almost took my gun and shot the paramedic who said 'Sorry guys.' As if there wasn't anything that could be done. How dare he presume that much?

But he came back. The light that had entered my life three years ago had returned and was back among us. I didn't know how to tell him how I felt in the hospital, and then the trip to Peru just kiboshed any hope of letting him know how much I loved him. But now, now that we're back, now that things have returned to semi normalcy . . . maybe I'll screw up my courage and tell him.

I just don't want to screw it up. When my marriage dissolved in bitterness and long lonely nights, I swore I'd never let anyone get that close again. But when I saw that blue and white jacket in the fountain the realization dawned that I had let Blair close to me. I had let him in and now I didn't want to let him go. The thought of my life without his presence in it makes me want to cry.

So here I am. Standing outside Blair's office, wondering whether I am officially insane. I thought I was going to be able to handle this, but my stomach is in knots. Suddenly the thought of a date, an honest to goodness date, with dinner and a JAGS game sound so trite, so contrived. What if he says no. What if he looks at me with disdain. What if he already has everything that I have to offer and doesn't want it from me? I can't turn back. I at least have to know. I raise a hand and knock.

"Come in! It's open."

I open the door and have to catch my breath at the smile that crossed his face as he sees me. He's got his hair down, falling in soft waves to his shoulders . . . no gel today. His glasses are perched on the end of his nose and he looks so . . . vibrant, so intelligent that my head tells me that there's no way he'll ever want to be with me for the rest of his life. There's so much more out there for him. But my heart refuses to listen. I'm going to go for it.

"Hey Simon. How's it goin'?"

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Finis . . .