Being friends with a cop certainly made life more interesting.

An AU set in the Old West wherein Jim is a sheriff and Blair is the town doctor. First time, then established relationship.

An accident triggers unexpected changes in Jeeves’s life -- and in Bertie’s.

Sam Beckett Leaps into Blair during the events of "The Sentinel by Blair Sandburg." His mission, to find a better solution to the problem of the dissertation.

The case no one wants turns Cascade upside down.

Cascade PD is turned upside down. What's the real agenda? Takes place after TSbyBS. Blair is Jim's official partner on the force.

When a rogue Sentinel tries to grab Blair, Jim and Blair both end up in the courtroom of Judge Harry T. Stone

The war raged across moons and planets. Browncoats versus Purple-bellies. Malcolm Reynolds fought for the Browncoat rebels... men and women who felt that the Alliance and civilized core planets were taking too much control of the rest of the system. They wanted their freedom. They lost. James Joseph Womak was a commander for the Alliance, proud to wear the purple uniform and determined to bring justice to the common farmers who lived rough lives on an outer rim dominated by smugglers and slavers and criminals. His side won, but he still lost. A shadowy group called the Institute took a little too much interest in a rare genetic gift of enhanced senses, and now he's on the run.

Two bitter old war horses really aren't good at forgiving or forgetting or letting evil grow like mold in those dark corners of the universe where other men are afraid to look.

If Blair's washing out of the guide program, who's taking care of Jim? Crossover with Monk.

A call reveals a truth about Jim's past that he's not ready for. Blair is enough family for him, so the thought that he's related to a con artist in Tuscon does not please him. Unfortunately for Jim, once you poke the Tucson 7, they're likely to poke back.

When his work computer is infected by a super virus, there is only one person who can help Jim Ellison. a young, mysterious computer recluse, by the name of Blair Sandburg.

"To love another you have to undertake some fragment of their destiny." -- Quentin Crisp

What Jim and Blair need is no-fault Simon insurance...

What, you ask, is "smarm?" Well, maybe you don’t, but I’m going to tell you anyway. "Smarm" is a particular variety of genfic which centers around (or at least heavily emphasizes) the intense friendship between the main characters. It usually involves verbal expressions of love and/or affection, and sometimes involves physical expressions of those feelings (this is called "glomming"). How exactly it got the name "smarm" is a source of some debate – I suspect at one time, the name had a kind of "nudge, nudge, wink, wink, yeah we know this is over the top" quality. It has since lost that, and become a genuine jargon term, much like "slash."

"Would you mind explaining how Major Crimes ended up monopolizing a police chaplain?

When Stalag 13 is accidentally bombed and the misguided American captain crash lands nearby, an interesting new prisoner joins the ranks at Stalag 13. Hogan uses Captain Ellison's unusual sensory talents to test the loyalties of an unconventional scientist. Meanwhile, as Ellison and Professor "Sanders" form a friendship, Hogan deals with disturbing news from home and unsettling feelings for one of his men.

The Sandburg Curse - on their thirtieth birthday members of Blair's family have been known to change sex for a year. But try telling Jim that! He learns the hard way that there's more to Blair than he ever thought, and also how tricky those Sentinel mating instincts can be when faced with a female Guide.

The tests confirm the initial diagnosis; the panic attacks are being caused by empathic overload. Your son Blair is definitely experiencing early onset of his ability's maturity. We can try dampening drugs..." Naomi grimaced in distaste at the suggestion and the doctor hurriedly added, "Of course, meditation has proven somewhat effective in many cases as well, though your son is rather young for such techniques..."

James Joseph Womak was a commander for the Alliance, proud to wear the purple uniform and determined to bring justice to the common farmers who lived rough lives on an outer rim dominated by smugglers and slavers and criminals. His side won, but he still lost. A shadowy group called the Institute took a little too much interest in a rare genetic gift of enhanced senses, and now he's on the run.

Two bitter old war horses really aren't good at forgiving or forgetting or letting evil grow like mold in those dark corners of the universe where other men are afraid to look.

Blair's noticed that Jim touches him all the time.

Inspired by the events at San Francisco's City Hall in Feburary of 2004.

Jim has an epiphany.

What would it take for the Leverage team to not take on a case?

Jim gets sick and Blair gets himself kidnapped. Again.

Summary: Jim starts listening in.
Kink: Sensory Deprivation: sight.

The mighty harpy eagle is the jaguar of the upper canopy. Simon is not amused.

Jim's girl meets the family.

"Fun? Sandburg, no sane person has ever called CLETA fun."

"I'm gender-bending." His partner's smile was almost gleeful. "Think the guys'll like it?"

"Gender-bending."

Sandburg crossed to the table and fished in the basket for his car keys. Jim tried not to stare at his ass. "Yeah," he said, his voice muted slightly because he was facing away. "I thought about out-and-out cross-dressing, but I figure at least one other person's gonna do that. It's too predictable.

"Why is he hiding under a desk and whining?" Jim snapped, fully awake and reaching for his gun, sweats and car keys, in that order. "I thought he was at a Christmas party?" Gun and sweats on, Jim was on the move.

"He was - he was. But I think someone spiked the punch bowl, and the Professor doesn't drink much and well, now he's under the desk and he won't come out and this is the first number on his speed- dial."

"Sorry," Jim said after a moment. "I thought you just said 'I want you.'"
Blair nodded. "Yeah. I did. I do. More coffee?"
Jim stared at his roommate in disbelief. Coffee? I-want-you-would-you-like-more-coffee?! His life had just turned into a bizarre piece of performance art, and Blair was pouring coffee.

Summary: An ancient book shows up in an auction in a small city in Washington, and all sorts of geeks show up to lay claim to it.

"undercover as gay" fic

I had been on the force for four years when I heard about the Fast Track Program and its first graduate. Theory was, the academy would be a waste of time for some people, they already had a large part of what they needed. So you let 'em test out of certain classes -- they take a test and if they pass, they don't take the class. With Ellison, it was firearms, self-defense and physical training, among others.

In a world that knows, loves, respects, but doesn't trust its Sentinels, Jim is determined to hide his abilities. He won't submit to a guardian ad litem having custody of him in a legal system that ranks him on the same level as a child. He will not give up his control, not to anyone.

"Why don't we all take our seats so we can begin the briefing," Colonel Ellison suggested as he walked to the far end of the room to command the chair at the head of the table. Dr. Sandburg took the chair to his right. The captain and the Ranger claimed the seats opposite of Dr. Sandburg, and Rebecca quickly moved to sit next to the unusual man before the other lieutenant could claim that seat. The warrant officer took his seat last, sitting next to the Ranger, and all faces turned to Colonel Ellison expectantly.

"Your commanders recommended you for this program based not only on outstanding performance in your duties but because of a genetic predisposition each of you has that could prove very beneficial in covert ops."

Yep, they're going to do this... they're going to have a baby... and now, they just have to figure out how to tell everyone else.

An old nemesis stalks Archangel and the last survivors of a Peruvian mission. Sentinel crossover.

Twenty four hours in the life of Detective Jim Ellison, in which he attempts to solve a particularly bloody murder.

In a small town in the Cascade Mountains, people are dying, bodies found mauled by some kind of beast. The Winchesters think it's a werewolf and plan to hunt it. Ex-cop Jim Ellison and his partner Blair are also hunting the creature. The four are uneasy allies, but Jim's suspicions of the brothers lead him to uncover their family secret.

The Sentinel/Daredevil/Gargoyles

Author's notes: Ok, this story is a sort of hommage to a famous science fiction author. If we tell you who it is, we'll ruin it. The answer is at the back of the story, for the curious. (g) Mild spoilers for TS by BS: in fact, the story is sort of our slant rhyme response to the ep.

on a planet where humans infected with the shape-shifting nanovirus have been exiled, Jim and Blair meet for the first time under extraordinary circumstances. J/B, NC17

A year after Blair becomes Jim's official partner, things aren't working out too well - for either of them.

When instinct compells Jim and Blair to deepen their bond, neither are sure they should - or what the will happen if they do.

Jim unwillingly goes undercover in a role that is eerily what his life could have been like if he hadn't gone his own way and become soldier, cop and sentinel, almost destroying himself and Blair in the process.

An angora sweater brings an interesting change to Jim and Blair's relationship.

An AU off of the episode Remembrance: After Jim remembers Bud dying, Blair makes a wish on his behalf that things had turned out differently.

On the planet Pern, a young Holder's son is brought to Fort Wyer on Search, changing his life utterly.

Blair Sandburg had roamed the old west, healing and helping, searching for where he belongs. He is about to find out that it is not a place, but a person. * [first of four part series]

The world blurred by as Ellison reacted, throwing himself forward and using all his weight to knock the guy off his partner, grabbing the big, meaty hands and ripping them off Sandburg's neck. And the ape was stupid enough to fight him, but he was slow and lumbering in his movements.

As the dawn light began to trickle into the loft, Jim lay in bed and studied the bruises marking Blair’s body. Written for PatK for the 2005 Moonridge auction. NC-17.

The only important thing to say, "I love you, Blair, don't die," was impossible until we got home. Impossible maybe even then, but damn it I was going to give it a shot.

"Are you going to let yourself notice now? Or do you want us to keep ignoring it?"

"Crazy. This is absolutely crazy", Blair said, pulling out of our first kiss just far enough to move his lips and speak. His lips touched mine in tantalizing little brushes like feathers. I knew it was turning him on from the way his his cock jumped in his khakis.

Jim and I were out celebrating our first big bust as "official" partners. We'd taken down Artie Hillerman, petty thief turned murderer for hire, just in time to save his third victim and were feeling pretty good about ourselves. At least I was; it was my first case as lead detective and we'd nailed it solid. I couldn't quite tell about Jim. He was being especially hard to read that night.

Yugi, Seto, and Ryou find chaos in Cascade, Washington. Crossover with the Sentinel.

Swallow your pride, you will not die, it's not poison.
—Bob Dylan

Parents-what the hell are you gonna do with 'em? Willaim Ellison deals with TSbyBs-at least we hope he does.

The professor dropping his paper on his desk, the circled red F showing on the title page. "Interesting theory, Mister Jackson, but this is Sociology 101, not creative writing. And 'ancient astronauts' is a concept best left to science fiction. Perhaps you should collaborate with Mister Sandburg, as he seems to be searching for comic book superheroes."

After 3 years of no sex, Blair figures it just ain't gonna happen!

As Jim studied the suspect, those wheat-colored eyes focused on him, the heartbeat starting to climb as Jim stared calmly back. If the perp wanted to cast him as the bad cop, Jim could play the part. He frowned a little more as he let Blair take a turn trying to pry information out

...in many of the AU/futurefic stories I've read, sentinels and guides are publicly acknowledged and accepted to exist. I wonder at what point could that actually happen...