Title : Space Wander

Author : Silver Dragon

Fandom : Sentinel

Disclaimer : Own nothing, mean no harm

Series : Eventually, if enough people want it

Warnings : AU, Blair Military ( sort of )

Pairing: Jim/Blair, other same sex couples, not beta'd ( any takers? )

Summary : Blair, Jim, and the others meet in a different time, place, and way.

Rating : PG for language, eventual NC 17 for same sex relations

Space Wander
by Silver Dragon

Aboard the space station Coltron 9

"Hey Wolf, what do you think the big stink is this time." Lt John "Quick" Harris asked his roommate.

Lt. Blair "Wolf" Sandburg, looked up from the terminal, where his Mother's latest rant
was displayed. "Big Stink?" he queried, looking puzzled. His expression turned to enlightenment. "Oh, you mean why all the specialized teams that have been going through lately." He held up his hand to stop his friends comment, "Yes, and why some of our normal personnel are going with them. Well, from the personnel, that have left the Station, they are all people with special abilities, or skills that set them apart." Blair shook his head. "But what the mission or missions are . . . No clue." Blair began to return to his message only to hear his roommate begin again. He quickly saved the message knowing that this would end up being another long discussion. He mentally chuckled, knowing that was part of the reason they were assigned quarters together. They were the only person on station that could put up with the others constant talking. He smiled and tuned into the conversation.

John looked at Blair, took a breath, waited till his roommate realized the discussion had just begun, then started talking. "Blair, what do you mean special abilities, or skills that set them apart? I mean, I know Lt Nor, is a telepath. Lt Johnson is a teek. Ensign Jacque is a touch healer. Those I understand but what about the others, Rune, Jones, Quies, I don't know of any talent being involved with them."

John watched his roommate. He knew Blair was going through that data storage thing he called his brain.

Blair's eyes lit and he began to speak.

"I don't know much about them." he said quietly. "But they are all, as far as I know, trained but un-bonded guides." he finished softly, a sad look in his eye.

"Do you think they will be asking you. I know you finished your training. It would . . ." he trailed off at the slow shaking of his friends head.

"No, John, they won't." It was said with surety. "I'm from Lupine 7. They can't deny a guide the training, but I will never be bonded." The grief in Blair's tone showed more then the words, how this thought devastated his friend.

"Blair, why? I don't understand. So your Lupine, so what."

"You've known me for years now, my friend, but have you forgotten your first reaction. You surely remember the horror that flew through your mind, when they told you where I was from." They both paused remembering. "What was the first question? Oh yes, 'Can it control itself enough, that it won't rip out my throat one night?' Don't worry John it amuses me now. The question is how many people, do you think still react that way to me? Even those that I've worked with for years. Hell it took you six months, to stop sleeping with your weapon." He heard his roomie gasp. "Yes, John, I knew." He shrugged. "I'm used to it. Most people are afraid. Hell I suppose I would be afraid of someone who can change into a Direwolf the size of an Old Earth Lion." Blair shook his head. "Besides that, you have the fact that I am one of the few of my people in space. You know we have a pack mentality. Without that pack we go crazy. So most of the stories people hear are of one of us losing it. None of that would lead them to believe I be able to help stabilize a Sentinel. Most, from what I've overheard, figure I'd wait for a zone and snack on the poor person. No, I seriously don't they'd ever want me bonded to a Sentinel."

Approaching Coltron 9

Banks looked at his best friend and second. Captain James "Panther" Ellison was not looking good. Ever since his temporary guide had left, no damn it, Betrayed Jim, the sentinel's senses had
been giving him problems. "Jim are you going to be ok?"

Ellison looked up, at his friend and commander. He wanted to say he would be fine, but he was beginning to wonder. He'd never had problems with using a temporary guide before this. Why the problems now? "Honestly, Simon, I don't know. Everything is spiking first one way then another. Dirt, I don't understand this. I've never had this kind of reaction. I've had eight different guides. Why is this different? It isn't like this stupid one was any better than the others. Hell he wasn't as good as most, and we had a lighter bond then any of the others." Ellison shook his head. " t's gotten so bad I actually went and saw Joel for something to try and help. No luck. If I don't find an anchor soon . . ." he trailed off not wanting to finish the thought. Trying to dismiss his trouble, he asked, "What is this mission going to be about, Simon. And why in Heca's name do we have to go to Coltron 9."

Simon shrugged, "It's on the way to the system we are headed to. All the orders say is we are to pick up supplies, and 'specialists nesecary for this mission' and that further instructions would be sent. We are to stay at the station till they arrive. At least the station is big enough to have entertainments. It's the last stop before the Outer Systems. Ok place to visit, but I wouldn't want it to be home. We`re about six hours out. Maybe they`ll have something to help with the senses."

Ellison laughed grimly, "Yeah a guide no one else is crazy enough to take I'll bet."

Coltron 9 Station 6 hours later

"You are cleared to land, Seeker. Docking bay 19 is just up and port side coordinates being sent."

"Coordinates received. Proceeding with Docking maneuvers, Seeker Out." replied Jim from the comms station. "We will be docked in 15 minutes, Sir." He informed Banks.

"Very good proceed." Banks replied. "Let's see her on the Main screen Rafe."

"Yes, Sir." Lt. Rafe replied. "Switching to main screen."

Jim whistled, "You weren't joking were you Commander. She's huge even for a station. I wonder how long it would take to learn all that space." he wondered aloud.

"Hopeful much longer then we will be here, Captain. I don't want to have to send out search parties when it is time to leave. Captain that means limit any exploring expeditions to where the comms will work. Is that understood." Banks growled out. He smirked, as his second flush red.

"Yes, Sir." Jim replied, hoping that Simon wasn't going to further remind him of that humiliation. Blessedly Simon had made his point and the crew moved on to the final procedures required to
dock with the station.

"Now hear this," Banks announced over the con, "we will be at this station for an unknown period of time. I have been informed that it will be at least two weeks to get everything we need here.
Therefore I am authorizing shore leave for all personnel on the normal rotation schedule. Remember people this is the last base in this area, use the time wisely. That is all." He looked at the crew on the bridge. "That includes everyone here. Follow the normal schedule and don't get into too much trouble. Dismissed." Banks watched as those not necessary to the bridge function left. This left Rafe, and Ellison, the two people he needed to take to. "Alright, Bri, Jim, now you along with Brown and Joel, know that we are headed to a new system. That this is supposed to be a scouting mission."

The two crewman nodded. "Yes, Sir. Though I have a feeling that there is much more to it than that. It isn't something they would normally send us on. Hell, we've been chasing pirates and
protecting planets for the last two years I've been aboard." stated Rafe.

Jim nodded.

"That's why I'm concerned. These orders are from the right people, everything checks out . . ." Banks trailed off.

"I'm sensing a but here Simon, and not a good one." Jim interjected.

"There is one and no it isn't good. Let's look at the past few months, shall we. First there was all that mechanical trouble, slightly excessive, but not unexpected. Never systems that would in danger the ship or crew, just slow us. Then the computer loses communications, not all important, but enough to be odd. It just seems like a lot of little things that should be happening quite so close together. Then the final piece, I hate to say it Jim but I think that Temp Guide was messing with you well before he jumped ship." Ellison gave his Commander a confused look. "Jim, I know
you said the bond was light. My question is, even with that fact should you have been zoning, and spiking like you were? Even before he showed up, you had better control then while he was here."

Jim sat and thought. The longer he thought the more he frowned. "Now that you mention it Simon. I don't think there was a time that my senses were working right when he was around. Hell I think they worked better, when he pulled one of his disappearing acts."

Simon and Rafe looked startled. Both shouted "Disappearing act." Banks continued, "When did this happen? And why wasn't I told?"

"Didn't really think about it, Simon. I just thought he had orders to do something. He'd show back up, like normal and we'd continue with whatever we were doing. It just wasn't something I really noticed, Simon." Jim shrugged.

Simon knew how he was. Sometimes even when it hit him on the head, no impression was made.

"All right, there is nothing to be done now. I want the two of you to keep an eye out for any odd occurrences while we're here. I'll talk to Brown and Joel to be on the look out too."

"Commander, maybe we should also let Connor in on this. I know she hasn't been with us long but I trust her."

Jim nodded at Rafe's statement.

"Rafe you tell her, but be careful. I don't want anyone to know that we are to what's going on. We need to have this solved before we start this mission. Dismissed."

The two men exited, leaving a thoughtful Commander behind them.

end part 2