Title: Searching, Dreaming, Wanting 

Author:  Angelee

Fandoms:  The Sentinel/Firefly

Pairings: Lt Womack (Richard Burgi) /Blair Sandburg

Rating:  Adult

Summary:  Wishes sometimes come true.

Beta:  By my sister Anna.  All remaining errors are mine own.  With apologies.

Challenge: Given by Lia.  ‘I would really love a story set in the ‘Firefly’ universe with Jim and Blair.’

 

Searching, Dreaming, Wanting

 

Lt Womack was mad.  Mad with a capital M.  He’d just lost a fortune in credits.  He was going to make Malcolm Reynolds pay and pay dearly, if he ever caught him. 

 

Womack sighed again.  His life sucked dick.  No credits.  No Tracey who’s dead body had been delivered to his family.  And no hope of harvesting the extra organs. He might as well just throw himself in front of a band of Reavers and get it over with. 

 

He should never have taken the job to begin with.  Desperate for credits after his ex-wife just about clean him out.   In danger of losing his home on Prospect, he stupidly took a job he never should have. 

 

To top it off the headache he had for the past two weeks was getting worse.  And when did everything start smelling funny? His ears were ringing too.  Gorham, what else could go wrong?

 

He stalked through the police station not really watching were he was going. And ran into someone turning the corner, to lost in thought to pay attention to where he was going.

 

The lieutenant sighed unhappily as the smaller man bounced off his chest and fell to the floor in a wild heap of curly hair and odd clothing.  He really needed a vacation.  He thought to himself as he started down at the man sprawled in front of him.

 

The man on the floor stared up at him dazedly.  “Whoa.  Did you get the name of the spaceship that just hit me?”

 

Despite himself Womack smiled.  “The name of the spaceship is Lieutenant Jim Womack.”

 

The man shook his head sending a curly hair flying all over his face.  Womack watched in fascination.  Wondering idly if it was as soft as it looked.

 

The man picked himself up from the floor.  “Sorry.”

 

Womack looked at him curiously.  “Why?”

 

“I should have looked where I was going.”

 

Womack shrugged.  “No harm, no foul.”

 

The curly haired man winced, as he rubbed his ass.  “If you don’t consider my pride and battered and bruised butt.”

 

Womack chuckled.  This guy was funny.  And now that his headache was gone he could enjoy the show even more.

 

“I’m pretty sure your pride and your butt will live.”

 

“Yeah, I guess, but it’s not going to be a pretty sight.”

 

Womack stretched over to look at the butt in question.  “Looks pretty enough to me,” laughing when the man turned a bright pink.

 

“Oh, okay.  Thanks, I guess.”  Blue eyes looked at him curiously.  “Did you just tell me your name was Womack?”

 

“Yeah, why?  And if you’re another bondsmen looking to collect alimony for Carolyn, my bitch of an ex-wife.  I’m not paying.  She married the bastard she was fucking while still married to me.  Go bug him.”

 

The man shook his head.  “No, no-that’s not the reason I’m here.  My name is Blair Jacob Sandburg.”

 

“Yeah so?”

 

“You don’t have to sound so enthusiastic,” Blair said wryly.  “I’m pretty cool once you get to know me.”

 

“Look, Blair Jacob Sandburg.  I’ve had really bad day…”

 

Before Womack could continue.  “Yeah, must suck, losing a fortune in lost harvesting body parts.  You do know that’s illegal, right. And you being a cop and all,  Blair tisked.

 

Womack hissed, pulling the unresisting man into an empty room.  “How the hell do you know that, you neo hippy punk?”  he asked angrily.

 

“Ow!  Let go.  I make it my business to know.”

 

Womack pulled him up against the wall, holding him there by sheer force.  “And that is?”  he asked menacingly.

 

“I’m a searcher in my spare time.”

 

“What are you searching for, Blair?  Make it good or I’m going to kill you and stuff your body where no one will ever find it.”

 

Blair looked into his eyes.  Clearly afraid, but unwilling to give in.  “You.  I was searching for you.”

 

Womack moved his face to inches of Blair.  “WHY?”  He enunciated with as much violence as he could.   Watching the smaller man pale, with satisfaction.

 

“F…for your father.”

 

“My bastard of a father is dead.”

 

The curly-haired man shook his head.  Womack watched fascinated.  There was a light, airy fragrance coming from Blair that was oddly soothing.  Womack fought it.  He didn’t want to be soothed.

 

“He’s not.  He’s alive and well, living in New Cascade.”

 

“Liar.”

 

“I’m not,” Blair swore softly.  “I’m telling you the truth.”

 

“I buried the Son of a Bitch myself.  Wishing with everything in me it had been me who’d killed him instead of the Reavers.  Though I kinda liked the fact they had him as a appetizer before hand.”

 

Blair reached out a trembling hand, placing it on Womack’s cheek.  Despite himself Womack felt himself turning into the touch.  Thinking that was odd, but maybe he just needed to get himself laid.

 

“Keller, deserved to die, I agree.  He was the worst of the worst of what’s left of human kind.  He was a cruel and vicious man.”

 

“He beat me from the when I was a little kid till the time I had enough and fought back at fifteen.”

 

The hand on his cheek stroked gently, soothingly.  “I know.”

 

Womack felt all the fight ooze out of him as if never having been.  “W…what do you want?” he asked shakily.  Blair was having an odd effect on him and Womack wasn’t sure he liked it.

 

“You, but I’ll explain that later.  I’ve been looking for you for your real father.  He’s been searching since Keller stole you from your home on New Cascade.  When you were a baby.  He never gave up hope.  Always searching.  Following lead after lead, after lead.  But they went no where, till now.”

 

Jim hoisted Blair up higher against the wall.  Unconcerned when the curly haired man wrapped his legs around his waist.  “What was different now?”

 

“Your ex-wife did a background check on you.  Seems she was trying to find out if you had any hidden assets she could get her Gorham hands on.  She actually did all the work for me.  She’s the one who found out Keller had babynapped you from your crib.  Changed your name and moved and kept moving the two of you so you wouldn’t be found.   The lengths some people will go through for revenge is astounding.”  Blair shrugged his shoulders.  “He did lose a couple million credits because your father caught on to his scam and put a stop to it.  But still, to steal a baby from his family.  That’s low even for Keller.  Well anyway your ex-wife tried to blackmail William, your real dad.  With the info she found.  Stupid bitch doesn’t know William very well.”

 

Womack listened, while at the same time burying his face in Blair’s warm, soft curls.  “Did Carolyn get away with it?”

 

“Gorham, no.  She’s sitting in a Federation jail cell awaiting trial.  She won’t be seeing the light of day for a long, long time.”

 

“Hmm and you?  What has this to do with you?”

 

“This is a part-time job for me.  I searched for you when not in school.”

 

Womack nuzzled an ear.  “School?”

 

“I go to Rainier University on New Cascade.  I’m studying to be an anthropologist.” A hand was tentatively placed on Womack’s shoulder.  “I’ve been searching for you for a very, very long time.  I’d almost lost hope.”

 

Womack looked at him curiously.  “Why does it mean so much to you?”

 

Blair met his eyes, sighing softly.  “Your Dad and brother are Sentinels.”

 

Womack shrugged his shoulders, pulling Blair closer to him lining them up from chest to groin.  “So?”

 

“They have only three senses on line.  But because they are Sentinels I was sort of hoping…”

 

“What?”

 

“That since it was in your heredity, that you might be a full-fledged Sentinel.”  Blair reached out a hand, gently caressing the side of Womack’s face.  “I hoped with everything in me.”

 

Womack moved his face into the heartbreakingly, hesitant touch.  “Why?”

 

“I’ve wanted a Sentinel for as long as I could remember.  Searching, dreaming, wanting.  I researched, studied dozens and dozens of people.  But no holy grail.  No full-fledged Sentinel,” Blair replied sadly.

 

Womack gently caressed Blair’s hair, smiling when a fat curl wrapped itself around his finger.  “What about me?”

 

“What about you?”

 

“Am I the Sentinel you’re searching for?”

 

Blair smiled at him.  “Do you want to be?”  he whispered, touching his nose to Womach’s.

 

“I don’t know.  What’s in it for me?”  Womack asked, nuzzling back.

 

“Splitting headaches when your senses are off-line.  Food that doesn’t quite taste right.  Hearing things when there’s no one around. Needing a Guide to make it better. What is it?”  Blair asked, when he saw the look on Womack’s face. 

 

“I’ve had the worst headache in my whole life.  I’ve had it for two weeks.  Since I went searching for Tracey.”

 

“Were you by yourself?”

 

Womack frowned at the man he quite literally held in his arms.  “Yeah, why?  Is it important?”

 

“Maybe?”  Blair hedged.

 

“Don’t lie to me.  Just tell me the truth.”

 

“It’s been said in ancient text, that when a human is alone and he has the latent Sentinel gene, it can force them into a full-fledged Sentinel mode.  How do you feel right now?”

 

“Better.  I started feeling better a little after we started talking.”  Blair smiled at him happily. “What?”

 

“Nothing that can’t wait.  Did I tell you that your dad is waiting for you New Cascade?”

 

Womack frowned at him. “No.  You left out that little detail.”

 

Blair smiled at him sheepishly. “Oops.  Then I suppose I forgot to mention your real name as well, huh?”  he replied, kissing Womack on the lips.   Lips that weren’t exactly non-receptive.

 

“Yeah, you did.  What is it?”  Womack asked, angling his face seeking to deepen the kiss.

 

Blair gave Jim the kiss he hungrily sought.  When their lips separated.  “James Joseph Ellison.  Has a nice ring, doesn’t it?”  he asked whispered softly as he went in for another kiss.