A Little Blair

By: Lornadane

Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. But for no money I'll take them out and do evil things to Blair.

Pairing: Jim/Blair Blair/m

Warning: Rape of a different sort ;), violence, death of a minor character.

Summary: Blair finds out just what mutants can do.

Note: This is my first Sentinel Slash story. It's been running around my head for a couple of weeks, so I finally decided to put some of it down. If anyone likes it, I'll go ahead and finish it. It's not beta'd. But if anyone would like to lend a hand, let me know.

This is my tribute to Jim and Blair, mutants ala X-men, and macrophilia. If you don't know what macrophiles are, just keep reading. :

A Little Blair
By Lornadane

"Mr. Sandburg?"

Blair turned distractedly toward the voice. "Yep?" He looked up, slightly irritated, to see a tall gangly young man standing just to the side of the podium. The last student of his class who'd stopped to ask him some inane question concerning the chapter they'd just been assigned had left moments ago and Blair was packing up his lecture notes when the young man interrupted him.

"Can I help you?" He asked, trying to keep the annoyance of his tone to a minimum, but he was in a rush to meet Jim for lunch. They'd been working almost non-stop on a particularly gruesome, yet fascinating homicide case and Jim had called just before Blair's class began to let him know he might have a lead; evidence that put the woman's lover at the scene of the crime.

"I....I'm in your Anthro class, 101? Ten AM Tuesdays and Thursdays?" The boy pushed his thick black glasses up his nose nervously. "Ira....Ira Webber?"

Blair sighed inwardly. "Yes, I remember you." What a time for this morbidly quiet young man to get some backbone and finally want to actually say something to Blair. Blair had noticed him, not because of his introverted demeanor -- in a basic Anthropology class of 56 students most of them seemed introverted. Actually most of them seem to be asleep a good deal of the time. What Blair had noticed was Ira's intense gaze during every lecture; eyes glued to Blair as if he couldn't get enough of his teacher's words. Ira never took notes. He just stared. It was incredibly unnerving. Even though he sat toward the back of the lecture hall, Blair could always sense that intense, almost sinister gaze, and several times he'd had to catch himself fumbling over some of his words, tripping over parts of speech that he'd known backwards and forwards.

Ira had never approached him after class though, for which Blair was particularly grateful. He didn't think he'd know exactly what to say to the student if he had been approached. "Stop staring at me?"

Blair blinked, pulling himself from his nervous thoughts and tried to focus on Ira. Well, now he'd get the chance to find out.

Ira cleared his throat. "I really like your class, Mr. Sandburg." He licked his lips nervously and stood there silently for several long drawn out moments as if he had nothing else to say.

"Thanks." Blair replied when he felt that Ira wasn't going to say anything else. The boy seemed nervous, but the intensity of his look never wavered. "I'm glad to hear it. You're doing well."

They stood there for a few more moments in silence until Blair said, "Is there anything else? I've got to meet someone." He looked at his watch. Dammit! He was already five minutes late. And it'd take him 10 minutes to get to the café Jim had asked him to meet him at. "I really have to get going."

Blair grabbed up his backpack and the few remaining notes that were on the podium. As he stepped toward the door of the lecture hall digging in the outer pocket of his backpack for his keys he said, "If you need something, I'll be in my office tomorrow at eight."

"Have you ever seen a mutant?"

Blair looked up sharply. "What?"

"I asked if you'd ever seen a mutant." Ira answered. "You know; someone with super powers?"

"Only in comic books," Blair quipped, a frown marring his beautiful face. "Look, I really have to get going."

"They exist, you know?"

That caught Blair cold as he turned back toward leaving. He swung around just a bit too wide-eyed. What did this kid know about Jim? Had he let some of his research on Sentinels slip out?

He took a short rapid breath to calm himself, trying not to let Ira see the panic in his face. "What are you talking about?"

"I wanted you to know they exist." Ira replied softly. "I thought you might want to know."

"Okay." Blair drew the word out slowly. Either the kid was delusional or he knew about Jim. He looked at his watch again. Now he was 10 minutes late, but Jim would have to forgive him. He couldn't let this kid get away if he knew something about the Sentinel research. "Why do you think I'd want to know?" He asked carefully. "Does it have anything to do with Anthropology?"

Ira smiled. Blair would have called it charming if his heart wasn't beating quiet so fast and he hadn't felt as if he had a gun to his head. The smile might have even put him at ease, but then Ira moved closer to him, dangerously crossing into Blair's personal space.

"Maybe," He replied. Blair noticed, perhaps belatedly, that Ira had become more confident as their conversation continued. He stepped back unconsciously, feeling more like the nervous student Ira had been when he'd first spoken.

"If mutants banned together like a tribe," Ira continued, "outcasts in a world that feared them; maybe even hated them. It'd kind of be like that closed society you've mentioned before." Suddenly he reached for Blair and said quickly, "But I wanted you to know, because I'm a mutant."

Blair barely got the words "What can you do?" before Ira grasped his arm tightly and murmured, "Shrink."

A wave of dizziness crashed down on Blair like a 25 foot tidal surge during a category 5 hurricane. He wrapped his arms tightly around his waist as he doubled over. But that movement only caused him to feel as though he were falling. He stumbled back from Ira, wrenching his arm out of the student's tight grip, and tried to straighten up when all of a sudden every cell in his body felt as if they were imploding down toward the pit of his stomach.

He tried to scream, but all he seemed to hear was a squeak, and when he thought he couldn't possibly take anymore of the crushing-like sensation darkness descended on his mind.

Part 2

Blair awoke naked and chilled, his back pressed tightly up against a cold metal surface. He shivered and opened his eyes to pitch black. Turning slightly he had the horrible sensation of falling as his body seemed to buck
and tumble on the canvas-like floor beneath him. He stretched his arms out to either side in an attempt to get his bearings, and felt the cloth covered walls only inches away from his torso.

Blair thought to sit up at the sudden gnawing fear that clutched his stomach, but the floor seemed to roll beneath him. There was no way to get a firm footing. He touched the floor, feeling the soft, scratchy material beneath
him and took in two calming breathes. Then he placed his right hand against the wall and pushed. He felt his body lift up slightly with the floor in counterbalance to his pushing against the wall.

"I’m in a bag." Blair thought, almost giving way to the claustrophobic panic inside. "Bagged and tagged," He whispered, a slightly hysterical giggle escaping his lips.

As he lay back taking two deep breathes to calm his inner turmoil, his body moved over the irritating metal that was now under him. Blair reached around in an attempt to push the cold object away, but the surface shifted under his weight causing him to roll forward into the side of the bag.

Slowly he turned over, trying not to jar the interior of his prison sack and reached for the metal object again. Running his hands over the item he felt the sharp uneven edges of the far side. It was thin, at most a few inches in
width, but it was long, about a quarter of his body length. As he swept his hands up the surface trying to distinguish what it was he hit more cold steel that went upward, perpendicular to the piece below. The two bits of metal seemed to be attached, but attached loosely. If he pushed at the part that was standing up, it gave way slightly, almost as if it were going to fall.

Blair shook his head in confusion. Where the hell was he? What the hell was he lying on? Nothing made sense. He squinted in the darkness, wishing he had Sentinel sight.

Suddenly there was a muffled voice above him. He looked up with a start, turning his head back and forth in an attempt to hear what the voice was saying.

Without warning the bag jerked upward and Blair was thrown face first against the sack. Then he was crashing back toward the other side of the bag as it seemed to fan out like a Zumur swing he’d ridden one spring at the Sandy Lake Park.

If he’d had the chance, Blair would have tossed his lunch then and there. But the jerky movement of the bizarre prison he was in forced him to concentrate on staying as steady as he possibly could, which meant he was thrown from wall to wall, rolling over and over along the thick canvass floor grasping at any hand hold he could find.

For the first time since the entire ordeal had begun, tears swam into Blair’s eyes. He wasn’t even allowed a moment to wipe them away as he made another crashing turn into the metal object he’d been trying to identify. Its sharp uneven side cut deeply into his hip and he let out a terrified shout.

"Goddammit! Stop!"

As if by magic, the bag came to a jarring halt, throwing Blair hard against the front of the sack for good measure. Blair shuddered, his body now tripped up on adrenaline. He felt his stomach lurch as the sack was set gently down on a hard exterior.

There was more light now and Blair was able to see shapes in the gloom of his prison. He glanced at the object he’d been studying with his hands. For a moment it didn’t register, and then everything clicked.

"My God!" he whispered in the gloom. It was a key. A key attached to a key ring. Two more keys lay wedged against the wall of the bag above his head. He squinted at them as his dread grew overwhelmingly and he remembered the last word that Ira had said to him; shrink. The keys belonged to him.

Slowly he curled himself up into a ball, his breathing increasing with every second of fear. His shook his head, tears flicking out from his face. This was impossible. This couldn’t possibly be happening. "No!" he sighed in
desperation. Where was Jim? If he’d shrunk to the size of a… a what? A doll? No. That was too disturbing. An action figure then. One of those toys he’d had as a kid. He let out a frenzied laugh. He was Power Blair, keeper of the secrets of Sentinels. Get a free Blair toy with every purchase.

He began to sob inconsolably then. How would Jim ever find him? Suddenly a loud zipping noise jarred him into action as light from above poured into his prison nearly blinding him. He scrambled back into the corner of what he’d realized suddenly was the outer pocket of his book bag and balled up as tightly as he could, trying to make himself invisible. But he couldn’t help the terrified shriek as fingers tall as he was came dangerously closer and
closer.

END PART 2