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Fandom: The Sentinel

Author/pseudonym: Latoya

Email address: Sonia316@mindspring.com

Rating:R

Pairing: J/B

Date:9\20\00

Archive : yes

Series: no

Category: a/u

Disclaimer: Boys don’t belong to me and no money is being made just fun.

Summary: You have the right to attorney and you are innocent until proven guilty in a court of law.

Warnings: a twist.

Thank you Elaine for betaing this so fast for me, and thanks to everyone who wished me well when I was sick. And to anyone else out there that was sick I hope that they are doing myuch better now.

“All rise for the Honorable Judge Simon Banks,” the bailiff said as everyone in the courtroom rose, standing until the Judge allowed them to sit down again. Twelve jurors graced the jury box and they all seemed determined to get down to business.

The prosecution made their opening first. “Good morning ladies and gentlemen of the Court, my name is Michael Teak and I am here today, to prove to you that one Mr. Blair Sandburg killed his friend on the night of Friday, October the thirteenth.

Blair Sandburg sat down next to his lawyer, an easy going smile gracing his face. He turned and looked at his lawyer. Taking in the strong chiseled features and the steely blue gaze that penetrated anyone it set eyes upon. His lawyer looked down at him and he looked up at the man with somewhat innocent eyes.

Jim Ellison looked down at his client and smiled. He knew that they would win and the charges would be dropped against his client. There was no real evidence against his client; just some hearsay by some that had personal reasons to dislike his client. No murder weapon was ever found and no witnesses had come forth. So far all the evidence was circumstantial. He usually didn’t take cases like this but he had felt a tug on his heart when the other man asked for his help. There was no way he could resist so he sat back and listened as the prosecution continued with their opening statement.

“Your Honor on that horrible night, Thomas Dillon was found dead at three forty-two a.m., inside his apartment in Cascade. Mr. Sandburg was the last one to see him alive. Today ladies and gentlemen I am going to prove to you that that man right there”, he pointed to Blair, “stabbed Mr. Dillon several times in a fit of rage because he had found out that his friend had slept with his girlfriend behind his back.” The prosecution continued on even though the defense counsel only listened with half an ear.

An Opening Statement, Several Witnesses, and Four Hours Jury Deliberation Later:

The jury had reached a verdict. The Judge spoke first. “Foreman of the jury, have you all reached a verdict?”

“Yes, we have your Honor.”

“What say you on the charge of first degree murder?’’

“Not guilty your Honor.”

“And on the charge of second degree murder?”

“Not guilty your Honor.”

“All jurors raise your hands if this is what you decided.” Everyone raised their hands. “Very well, case dismissed. Blair Sandburg, you’re a free man.”

Blair stood up and shook his lawyer’s hand happily. He was free, cleared of any wrongdoing. He gazed up into Jim’s eyes when the other man held his hand. “Thank you for setting me free, would you like to join me tonight for a celebration drink?”

Jim smiled down at the young man, he knew that he was innocent and the truth had come out in the end. “Yes I would like that a lot.”

Later that Night:

Jim Ellison rang the doorbell of the one story house and waited patiently for Blair to answer it. When the young man opened the door Jim's eyes widened in delighted surprise. Blair stood before him dressed in black from head to toe. His hair gathered back into a loose ponytail, with small curly strands hanging down here and there. Jim practically drooled all over his white button down shirt and brown dress pants.

Blair smiled at the wide-eyed stare he got from his former lawyer. “Please do come in.”

Jim closed his eyes for a few seconds then stepped into the small house and let Blair take his coat. He read the sign over the door, which said ‘Please leave your shoes at the door,’ and slipped his off, leaving them on the rug next to the door.

Blair led him into the living room and told him to sit down while he poured the drinks. He watched as Jim laid his head back against the soft leather of the sofa. Shortly, he returned with two glasses of gin and sat down on the adjacent sofa. Reaching over they clinked their glasses together in a toast and each took a sip.

Jim watched as Blair tilted the glass to his lips and let the liquid slide down his throat. He was a little shocked when he saw a tear slide down that beautiful face and he longed to give the smaller man comfort from the horrible nightmare that he had lived the last few days.

Blair looked up to see Jim approaching him. He let the older man take his glass from his hand and set it on the table. Then the other man bent down until their lips were almost touching. “Can I kiss you?” He heard the other man ask. “Yes, please, I need to feel you near me.”

Need clogged Jim’s mind as he kissed Blair, taking in the sweetness of his mouth and rolling it around on his tongue.

Blair felt his body become pliant and he opened his mouth for Jim’s tongue. Welcoming it and stroking it with his own. Loving the way Jim moaned against his mouth. Soon he was up and tugging Jim’s hand towards his bedroom. Once there, they stood face to face and he slowly reached up and started to unbutton Jim’s shirt. Pulling it over his head and tossing it on the bed. He smiled when the older man reached down and started to remove his clothes.

They fell gracefully into bed together; their hands roaming each other’s bodies in abandon. Softly murmured sighs broke the silence as they came together. Both of them finding pleasure in each other’s bodies. Both of them throwing their heads back in completion. Both of them melted into each other, as they rested on the glow of their climaxes. Both of them drifting off to sleep cradled in each other’s arms.

Later that night:

Jim woke first, stretching languorously in the bed and sitting up. He heard Blair yawn beside him and he turned so that he could kiss his lover. Yes, this was nice; he could get used to it. He realized that he was falling in love with the younger man, he just hoped that Blair felt the same way about him.

“Hey Jim, how do you feel?”

Jim traced his hand down Blair’s arm as he thought about his answer. “Wonderful, I feel absolutely wonderful.”

Blair smiled. “I’m glad, I like you to Jim. I like you a lot and would like to have you around for a very long time. I don’t want to lose you like I lost Tom.”

Jim was puzzled by Blair’s answer but put the thought on hold as Blair jumped up and declared that he was going to take a shower. Jim just watched him head off towards the bathroom

Blair sighed as the hot water caressed his skin, washing away his earlier activities. He smiled to himself as he realized that he had what he wanted. Jim…

Jim decided to make the bed while Blair took his shower. First though he had to find fresh linens. He looked around until he found a closet. When he opened the door it was big enough so that he could walk in. Looking through boxes and on shelves, he searched. He was about to give up when something fell from the top shelf and down to the floor. Bending down he picked up the bundle; it felt like something was wrapped under the white cloth. Unfolding the cloth he nearly dropped it when he saw what was in it.

He felt a wet hand fall on his shoulder and a moist naked body press against his back and he shivered. Jim turned and stared into that beautiful face. Those eyes sparkled and a huge grin graced that sweet mouth.

Both of them stared down at the bloody cloth and the still bloodstained knife……………….