This is a story – written between 1995 and 1997 - that used to be on an old geocities site that became defunct several years ago – I rediscovered it, did some minimal editing, and decided to re-post it onto .
Okay, I don't know exactly where this came from but...
Title: Passing the Protectorate
Warnings: None. It's just weird.
Spoilers: The Switchman (Blair told Jim he got his file from a nurse he was ... tutoring.)
Passing the Protectorate
- Perhaps it wasn't luck after all. -
It has been three months since I found him. But he is unaware of his potential. Nothing is set. He is vulnerable and in need of a protector until he learns to control his gifts. I cannot help him any longer. Now if I can only find someone qualified to deal with his uniqueness. Someone who can get past his walls and to the real person behind the facade he presents to the world.
"Blair? You remember when you asked me to look for certain complaints? Well, it's against procedure, but I think I found what you're looking for. I'm faxing you the chart now. Good luck."
Well, it's done. First contact between the two has been initiated. A rough start, but I'm positive he'll be good for him.
Detective James Ellison, you'd better take good care of Blair Sandburg, future Shaman.
Sentinel - Protect your Guide.