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posted by [personal profile] audrarose at 04:06pm on 23/11/2004 under ,
Title: The Shot
Author: Audra Rose
Genre: Slash
Summary: There are all kinds of courage.
Note: I don’t know where this came from *g*. I did use
the phrase. And for the record, the 1000 word limit
is. killing. me. :)




Simon nudged Blair with his elbow and pointed down at
the bar with his beer bottle. “I think you’re trying
to get drunk,” he said, conversationally.

Blair followed the beer bottle pointer to the line of
empty bottles in front of him and thought that for a
police captain, Simon could be surprisingly
unobservant.

Obviously he wasn’t trying to get drunk; he was trying
to get Spectacularly Drunk. Drunk at the competitive
level. The kind of drunk where you wake up and think,
“Okay, this hangover isn’t so bad,” but that’s only
because you’re still wasted, and the real hangover –
the one looming over you with the power of a fucking
tsunami – that hangover won’t hit until 2:30 that
afternoon when you start making deals with God and
begging for death. That kind of drunk. As quickly as
possible.

“It’s understandable,” Simon continued. “Guys on the
force ten, twenty years still have this reaction to
the kind of crap that happened this afternoon.”

“I screwed up, Simon.” Blair figured he’d better get
used to saying the words.

“Sandburg, the situation was screwed up when we got
there. It takes balls to admit you made the wrong
call, but you did the best you could. Stop wallowing.”

“Sorry,” Blair mumbled, and took a long drink.

Simon shook his head. “If it makes you feel any
better, it could have worked. You tried. No one
blames you for what happened. And IA won’t, either.”

“Jim does.”

“No he doesn’t,” Simon scoffed, a little too quickly
for Blair to believe him. “Jim’s fine. He’ll be fine.
Look at him, for god’s sake.”

This time Simon’s beer bottle swung in an arc down the
bar and when Blair followed it he saw Jim leaning
casually against the rail about ten feet away. Though
he’d only been paying half-attention to his partner’s
tequila consumption, he could see that Jim had his
eyes on the prize as well.

Jim seemed to be having more success, however. While
so far Blair had only managed to give himself a
headache, it looked like Jim was already Confidently
Drunk – that delusional stage where you’re convinced
you’re irresistible and can go home with anyone in the
bar. Except, of course, in Jim’s case where the
delusion was actually true. All this charm was
currently directed at one of the bartenders, a tall,
blonde knock-out who was somehow managing to fill
drink orders and look like she was paying total
attention to Jim at the same time.

When Jim tossed down another amber shot without the
benefit of lime or salt, Simon muttered, “On the other
hand, that could get ugly fast.”

“You’re right,” Blair sighed, and took a drink of his
own beer.

“Well?” Simon asked after a few seconds.

“Well, what?”

“Go!” Simon said. “Go talk to him. Stop him.
Something.”

“It’s my responsibility to stop Jim from dropping a
hundred bucks on over-priced alcohol?”

When Simon ignored him as if he’d already gone Blair
rubbed his eyes. Of course it was. Except tonight
his head hurt and now it seemed like the bar was too
loud and too crowded and the only thing he wanted to
do was finish his beer and go home. He most
emphatically did not want to talk to Jim. Maybe it
took balls to admit to himself that he screwed up.
Admitting it to the guy who paid for the screw-up was
a whole different ball game.

Not that he had much choice.

Turning away from the bar and plunging into the crowd
was like joining a colony of amoeba – Blair combined
and divided in a fuzzy haze until he emerged somewhere
near Jim’s vicinity, where the crush of people
standing near the bar halted any forward motion. He
plastered on a pleasant grin and tried to elbow his
way through the crowd.

“Excuse me,” he mumbled, making little progress until
Jim looked up with a suddenly razor-sharp glance and
reached out, grabbing the front of Blair’s shirt in
his fist and tugging him up to the rail.

“Sandburg,” Jim said calmly, as if he were greeting
Blair at the station instead of in a loud, smoky bar.
As if they weren’t being pressed into each other by
the people around them. As if Jim weren’t hanging onto
the open collar of Blair’s shirt so the backs of his
fingers burned against Blair’s skin.

“Jim.” Blair responded, trying to focus on something
other than Jim’s hand on his chest. “Hey, do you
think we could –“

“Sandburg,” Jim said, as if Blair weren’t speaking,
“This is Rhonda.”

“Rachel,” the bartender corrected.

“Right. This is my partner, Sandburg,” Jim informed
Rachel seriously, “and he needs a shot.” Only Jim’s
careful diction showed Blair how messed up Jim really
was.

“No, that’s okay, I –“

“You need a shot. Trust me.”

“Jim - “

“Come on. It’s better than being shot, isn’t it?” Jim
said, with a smile that was a little frightening.
Apparently Jim’s comment was a lot funnier than Blair
thought it was, because Rhonda-Rachel-Right was
laughing it up.

Actually, the more he thought about it, Blair didn’t
think that comment was funny at all. Obviously he
needed to do some serious catching up, or leave them
to it. He had the start of a head-ache worthy of
Spectacularly Drunk proportions, so he was leaning
toward calling it a night when Jim removed his hand
from Blair’s shirt and thumped him on the chest hard
enough to hurt. “You owe me. Do the fucking shot.”

“I owe you?” Maybe that was true; well, of course it
was true, but god, it hurt - a sharp, hot-steel jab to
his heart - to hear Jim say it. How the hell doing a
shot would make things even, Blair couldn’t even begin
to guess, but he didn’t feel like arguing with the
vaguely wild look in Jim’s eyes.

“Fine. I’ll do a shot. But I need a lime.”

“Great! Rhonda –“

“Rachel-“

“Make it a double.”

“Now wait a minute,” Blair began but Rachel was
rubbing a lime on his hand while Jim was dumping salt
on his sleeve, and the next thing he knew he was
holding what looked like a tumbler of tequila.

“Go for it.”

Deciding tequila might actually help at this point he
threw his head back and tossed it down. The only
problem came when Jim decided to deliver a
congratulatory slap on the back at the precise moment
Blair started to swallow. Through a hacking cough and
burning eyes Blair reflected that absorbing 80-proof
alcohol through the walls of your sinus cavity could
become a popular way of getting Spectacularly Drunk if
it weren’t also Spectacularly Painful.

“Okay. We’re done.” Blair wheezed, as soon as he
could speak, and closed his hand around Jim’s upper
arm. “Close out his tab,” he said over his shoulder
while he dragged Jim away from the bar.

“What the hell, Sandburg –“

“You’ve had enough. This is about me anyway, so go
ahead. Get it out of your system.”

Blair had never seen Jim get so angry so quickly.

“Fuck you, Sandburg.” With a two-handed shove against
Blair’s chest Jim turned, pushing through the crowd to
stalk out of the bar.

Blair looked blankly at the door for a minute,
thinking that he should have remembered how fast
Confidently Drunk could become Belligerently Drunk.
He thought about letting Jim go, maybe just letting
him go for once. All the time Blair knew he’d follow,
though, because outside the bar there were cars to
drive and fights to get into. Besides, doing more
than one thing he’d never forgive himself for in the
space of a day was more than Blair could bear to think
about.

It took him awhile to make his way through the crowd,
and by the time he got to the street he’d begun to
worry that Jim had already gone. Stumbling into the
cool silence of the outside air was like hitting a
concrete wall, and he had to stand still a minute,
swaying while he waited for his head to clear. He
looked down the street and saw that the truck was
still parked where they’d left it, even if it was a
little fuzzy around the edges. Blair wasn’t sure where
to start, so he picked a direction that led away from
light and noise and started walking. He almost missed
Jim, who was standing motionless in the darkened
doorway of a closed storefront.

Blair backed up a step to look at him. Jim stood with
his hands in his pockets, looking out at the street
with a lost expression on his face.

“I can’t drive,” Jim finally said.

“Yeah, I know. Me neither.” Blair moved to stand
next to Jim in silence, waiting for whatever was going
to come next.

“He was going to shoot you,” Jim murmured, not looking
at Blair.

“I thought I could talk to him,” Blair blurted, before
Jim finished speaking, thinking he could stop the
words before they had a chance to take him apart.

“He had a gun in your face and he was going to shoot
you,” Jim repeated, still looking out at the street.
“Right in front of me. I had no choice.”

“Because I didn’t give you one. I know that.” Blair
took a deep breath and then the words came pouring out
in a rush. “I had the drop on him and I didn’t take
it, so now there’s gonna be questions and IA’s gonna
make you jump through hoops. And, oh yeah, I almost
forgot - now you have that stupid, strung-out kid’s
death on your conscience instead of me because I
didn’t have the fucking balls to pull the trigger. I
know all of that. I just don’t know what to do about
it.”

Somewhere during Blair’s speech Jim had closed his
eyes and leant his head back against the door frame.
Blair started wondering if Jim was planning on just
passing out right there when he whispered, “I can’t do
this anymore.”

Jim’s grief was Blair’s, hopeless and tight in his
chest, and Blair had to bend his head down against the
ache. “I thought I could talk –“

But then he couldn’t talk, not with Jim’s mouth hard
and hot on his, not with Jim’s tongue sliding deep and
sweet against his own. Jim’s taste was lime and tears
and god, so good that Blair didn’t want to breathe or
move or think about the fact that they were making out
in the doorway of a pawn shop.

Jim shoved Blair harder against the door and deeper
into the shadows, moving his mouth to slide over
Blair’s jaw, and the sudden rush of oxygen let Blair’s
brain focus, just enough for him to whisper, “This
isn’t just Horny Drunk, is it?”

“W-what?” Jim stuttered, but he bent closer to answer
Blair with his hands and his lips and Blair thought
no, this is No Other Way Drunk. This is It’s This or
Nothing Drunk.

So he kissed Jim back, his mouth open and wet, and
curved his hands around Jim’s hips. He let his
fingers drift over Jim’s shirt, tracing the muscles of
his sides until Jim moaned like it hurt, until he
dragged Blair hard up against him and locked their
bodies together from thigh to cock to chest. There
was no arguing with the way Jim pushed against him,
with the way he dug his hands into the muscles of
Blair’s ass and ground their bodies together. It was
clear Jim wanted to make Blair come; that he wouldn’t
stop until he made Blair come while standing in the
shadows without ever once touching skin to skin.

When it was over, when they were anchoring each other
in the darkness, Jim’s whisper was hurt and ragged
against Blair’s hair. “You’ve got to be able to take
the shot, Chief. The next time there’s a whacko with
a gun – you can’t do this if you can’t take the shot.”

Blair searched for something to give him. “I could
take it,” Blair said, pulling Jim closer, groping his
hand into Jim’s hair, wrapping his arm around Jim’s
shoulders. “I can see myself taking it. If the whacko
was aiming at you.”

Blair knew from the helpless way Jim leaned into him
that it was the wrong answer and the right answer and
that tomorrow they would have to talk about it, but
not tonight. Tonight they had this. And it was such
a bone-deep relief to know that even after all the
questions and consequences and decisions, they would
still have this. Would always have this, maybe. Even
if he could never take the shot.

There are 35 comments on this entry. (Reply.)
 
posted by [identity profile] rhianne.livejournal.com at 10:22pm on 23/11/2004
Oooooh, this is brilliant! Painful and touching and so realistic - I've had nights like these, not quite when I've just failed to shoot somebody, of course, but nights when you're just so desperate to get drunk so that you can try and forget, but there's always this voice in your head watching, and knowing exactly how drunk you are and constantly reminding you *why* you're trying to get drunk.

Brilliantly done :)

(And yep, the 1000 word limit is a killer, isn't it *G*)
 
posted by [identity profile] audrarose.livejournal.com at 11:54pm on 23/11/2004
thanks so much! *g* I'm glad you thought it worked - what I wanted to get across was exactly what you described, so cool.

1000 words sounds like a lot, doesn't it? I'm going to try harder to stay in bounds. :-)
 
posted by [identity profile] polly-b.livejournal.com at 10:35pm on 23/11/2004
There are so many good things about it that I can't even start picking them all out. The description of 'Spectacularly Drunk' had me laughing out loud, as did the 'amoeba' description... not just because they were amusing, but because the vivid imagery put a concrete picture in my head that I could see.

Very, very good.

And yeah, I'm having a problem with the word limit this week myself, lol...
 
posted by [identity profile] audrarose.livejournal.com at 11:59pm on 23/11/2004
thanks so much, polly - I'm so glad you liked it! I went out last weekend and was like, THIS is why I don't go to bars anymore... Crazy when we start picturing J/B in RL settings, isn't it? lol

"And yeah, I'm having a problem with the word limit this week myself, lol..."

yeah, but you came pretty darn close ;-) (more comments at your entry in a minute). *g* thanks again:)
 
posted by [identity profile] castalie.livejournal.com at 10:35pm on 23/11/2004
Okay so I said I would read this 'later' and I'm reading, like, now, but did you seriously think I would resist? Not that you would have thought about it anyway, that was purely rhetorical btw lol

It was brilliant! Painful and raw and you totally got me. Loved your Blair and Jim voices but then, that's nothing new, really *g*

Great job and it's a good thing you didn't stick to the 1000 words because talk about a loss - and yes, this is the co-mod saying this lol
 
posted by [identity profile] castalie.livejournal.com at 10:39pm on 23/11/2004
Btw, re the 1000 words limit? Better not mention that when ST was very young, the limit was actually 100-500 words, I think. Not kidding. It was really a drabble or semi-drabble community... then we decided to expand it and everyone was happier *g*
 
posted by [identity profile] audrarose.livejournal.com at 12:04am on 24/11/2004
"the limit was actually 100-500 words"

::blinks:: I could use 100 words to explain why I can't write anything coherent in 100 words. People who write good drabbles awe me. *g*

 
posted by [identity profile] audrarose.livejournal.com at 12:03am on 24/11/2004
*bg* thank you! ::hugs:: I'm so glad you liked! And I really, really appreciate the dispensation on the word limit *g*. I'm going to try really hard next time and keep it in line.
 
posted by [identity profile] sensine.livejournal.com at 11:19pm on 23/11/2004
This is beautiful and full of life and emotions! Great story:-)
 
posted by [identity profile] audrarose.livejournal.com at 12:16am on 24/11/2004
thanks! *g* I'm thrilled you liked it. :-)
 
posted by [identity profile] sweeneybird.livejournal.com at 11:52pm on 23/11/2004
Oh lovely! You structured this so well, never giving too much away and keeping everyone beautifully in character. Thanks for sharing!
 
posted by [identity profile] audrarose.livejournal.com at 07:40pm on 24/11/2004
Thanks so much - I appreciate the comment! I'm really glad you liked it. *bg*.
 
posted by [identity profile] shiredancer.livejournal.com at 12:00am on 24/11/2004
Wow, this is terrific -- really well-written, and just steeping in atmosphere. I loved it.
 
posted by [identity profile] audrarose.livejournal.com at 07:43pm on 24/11/2004
I'm so glad you liked it! Thanks for letting me know. *bg*
 
posted by [identity profile] iscaris.livejournal.com at 01:09am on 24/11/2004
Fantastic, powerful ficlet, and very hot hot hot kiss. :))

Thanks for sharing, I really enjoyed it!
 
posted by [identity profile] audrarose.livejournal.com at 07:48pm on 24/11/2004
thanks - it's so cool that you liked it! this one was fun to write, too. *bg* Thanks for the comment:-)
 
posted by [identity profile] mikou.livejournal.com at 04:21am on 24/11/2004
It's difficult to articulate why I enjoyed this so much, but I'll try.

Firt of all, I liked the descriptions of the different stages of drunkeness. While I don't recall Blair saying anything like that on the show, the words you used in this story had a ring of authenticity. He sounded like the Blair I know.

I also enjoyed the way the story was constructed. Each time I thought I knew where the story was going, it shifted a bit to become something else. In the end, it all fit together and each preceding scene was sho wn to have mutliple levels of meaning, like the play on words about the shot and the way that represented the shooting.

And I liked that it felt complete while not necessarily wrapping it all up. There are many ways this could go, but it ends on a hopeful note.

And I love how they get together, in the end. With the words, "I can't do this anymore" everything that we've been hearing hints about takes on new meaning because we know that part Jim's anger was not just about losing a partner, but was about losing Blair.

Very satisfying read and a definite keeper. :-)
 
posted by [identity profile] audrarose.livejournal.com at 01:29am on 25/11/2004
thank you so much! I can't tell you how cool it is to get such an in-depth comment, and I really appreciate your taking the time to write *g*.

I'm glad you liked the story - I really enjoyed writing it. (had to dredge my memory for the stages of drunk, but it was fun *g*)I tried to make the ending hopeful, but there was no way to really wrap it up - nothing ever gets solved in one night, does it? :)

Anyway - thanks again for your kind words!
 
posted by [identity profile] diluvian.livejournal.com at 05:25am on 24/11/2004
Lovely Blair voice. Liked this *very* much.
 
posted by [identity profile] audrarose.livejournal.com at 01:30am on 25/11/2004
thank you! I'm really glad you liked it! *bg*
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posted by [personal profile] starwatcher at 05:25pm on 24/11/2004
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Beautiful. Powerful. Engrossing. Heartwrenching. Hopeful. Just -- lovely.

I really enjoyed this, even though I ached for Blair's and Jim's pain. Excellent story, and you told it wonderfully well.

I'll chime in with Mouse -- absolutely no reason to stick to the 1000-word limit if the story demands more. If I remember correctly, the community started with a smallish word limit so that people wouldn't be intimidated. But it's not meant to be a straightjacket -- if the challenge prompts a 15,000-word fic, or a 30,000-word fic, we'll just enjoy the ride. Please, don't try to force your other stories into an artificial constraint; you'll be frustrated and your readers will be the poorer for it.

Now, are you a member of the Saficdic mailing list? It's a list strictly for discussing Sentinel slash fic. It's been rather quiet lately, but last night Alyjude posted a glowing comment on your story. One of her comments was, she wished you had written more. That's started quite a discussion on the pros and cons of short stories versus adding more. But almost every response holds your story up as a glowing example of how good a short story can be. If you'd like to kibbitz, the subscription info is --

>>>send an age statement and statement of intent (know that saficdic is an adults-only discussion list for The Sentinel, and contains primarily male/male "slash" talk) to:
saficdic_admin@populli.net <<<


Then, you can catch up on the earlier messages at the archive --
http://lists.squidge.org/wws/arc/saficdic

Anyway, thanks for sharing your vision with us.
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posted by [identity profile] audrarose.livejournal.com at 04:45am on 25/11/2004
*bg* thank you so much for your encouragement - can't tell you how much I appreciate it. :-)

"are you a member of the Saficdic mailing list?"

EEEEP!! Of course I had to check it out *g*

Man - I think that discussion has to be one of the most freaky, terrifying, and flattering things I've ever been through. :-) thanks for the heads up, and I'm so glad I came in on the end of it. Gonna take a pass on commenting list-wise, but the fact that they felt the story warranted discussion in the first place? that alone set me up. *g*

anyway, thanks again for your kind words!
 
posted by [identity profile] patk.livejournal.com at 06:20am on 26/11/2004
>I'll chime in with Mouse -- absolutely no reason to stick to the 1000-word limit if the story demands more.<

Right. *g* The difficult thing is, to decide if it's the story that wants more or if it's *you* (as in: the author) who's not able to get to the point efficiently. *g* I have to correct this, that's not difficult, that's very, very difficult. :-) And Audra's story is a perfect example on how the story wanted *it's* rightful lenght and refused to back down. *g* I think, cutting down on the words here would have made the story less good as it was and would have stolen a lot of the impact, so Audra (*wriggles fingers* "Hi, Audra :-)) apparently mastered this difficult task. :-)

>If I remember correctly, the community started with a smallish word limit so that people wouldn't be intimidated. <

Right, I can remember that too. I also remember vividly how I failed the word-count right from the start and wasn't able to cut enough to make it fit. So, Audra, it's fine to have the intention to keep to the word-limit, but if the story insists on being longer, I don't think someone will seriously complain. After all, prompting stories *is* the main-agenda of Sentinel Thursday. *G*

>It's been rather quiet lately, but last night Alyjude posted a glowing comment on your story.>

And beat me to it. *g*

Pat

:-)


 
posted by [identity profile] ozsaur.livejournal.com at 09:45pm on 24/11/2004
Beautifully written, loved the imagery, the descriptions. I wish I had more ways to say just how wonderful I think your story is, but everyone else said it first. So, ditto what they said.
 
posted by [identity profile] audrarose.livejournal.com at 04:50am on 25/11/2004
wow, thanks so much - that really means a lot to me :-)
 
posted by [identity profile] patk.livejournal.com at 07:16am on 26/11/2004
>The kind of drunk where you wake up and think,
“Okay, this hangover isn’t so bad,” but that’s only
because you’re still wasted, and the real hangover –
the one looming over you with the power of a fucking
tsunami – that hangover won’t hit until 2:30 that
afternoon when you start making deals with God and
begging for death. <

*giggle* The voice of experience talking here? *g* I *can* remember this kind of drunk, even if it has been a long time.

With this comment, I thought I was in for a funny ride with this story. *g* Didn't know what I was *really* in for. *g*

>“I screwed up, Simon.” Blair figured he’d better get
used to saying the words.<

Oww, that doesn't sound good. So, not completely the lighthearted, funny thing I expected.

Jim’s fine. He’ll be fine.
Look at him, for god’s sake.”

>This time Simon’s beer bottle swung in an arc down the
bar and when Blair followed it he saw Jim leaning
casually against the rail about ten feet away. Though
he’d only been paying half-attention to his partner’s
tequila consumption, he could see that Jim had his
eyes on the prize as well. <

*Ouch* Blair trying to get drunk? Jim drinking tequila? Simon trying to convince Blair it wasn't as bad as Blair thinks? Oy, things are definitely *not* good... *chews lower lip*

>“It’s my responsibility to stop Jim from dropping a
hundred bucks on over-priced alcohol?”<

Like that answer. *g* Protective is fine. Instant jump to overprotective is not. Therefore this is good. *G*

>“Right. This is my partner, Sandburg,” Jim informed Rachel seriously, “and he needs a shot.” ... “You owe me. Do the fucking shot.”<

Fine play with double-meaning of the word. Of course, I didn't get it until I had finished the story and then it made me wince. "ouch" - hit the spot.

> He had the start of a head-ache worthy of Spectacularly Drunk proportions... ...Blair began but Rachel was rubbing a lime on his hand while Jim was dumping salt on his sleeve... ...how fast Confidently Drunk could become Belligerently Drunk...<

I like that a lot, how you still manage to weave in some funny moments and coice of words in a otherwise serious situation, makes for a balance that enhances the joy of reading it. :-)

> “I had the drop on him and I didn’t take it, so now there’s gonna be questions and IA’s gonna make you jump through hoops. And, oh yeah, I almost forgot - now you have that stupid, strung-out kid’s death on your conscience instead of me because I didn’t have the fucking balls to pull the trigger.<

Oh yes, I see how having this thing happened *has* to mess with Blair's head. You know, there are a lot of stories out there where Blair shoots someone and has problems to deal with that afterwards. There are also a few that deal with Blair *not* being able to do a shot and having problems with this decision also.

 
posted by [identity profile] patk.livejournal.com at 07:16am on 26/11/2004
But you brought in another interesting component: Trying to talk the guy in question out of what he was about to do is typically Blair. It would still be typically for Blair-"the cop" because it's part of Blair's character. But Blair being Jim's cop- partner now adds a new dimension to it, the "problem" rises to another level. As long as Blair was the unarmed civilian ride-along, the responsibilites were pretty clear. *If* Blair-the-civilian tried to talk and the attempt failed, it was Jim-the-cop's responsibility to save the situation, if necessary with force. But now, with being a cop and having his own gun, Blair has to shoulder a new responsibility as well. The one of making the right decision in pressing circumstands in order to avoid laying the burden of decision on Jim's shoulder's alone. Jim has to be able to count on Blair's ability to watch out for his own life. As long as Blair was a civilian, it was pretty much Jim's responsibility to save Blair if necessary. But now Jim should be able to rely on Blair *not* getting himself into rescue-needing situations, if it's avoidable. Problem is, Blair is still Blair, he doesn't change his character instantly just because he got a shiny badge. And in a way, Blair is still right: trying to solve a situation without needing to shoot is (or should) still be the prefered way to go. On the other hand, if it fails, the burden will fall to Jim. The pressure to make the right decision in a split second is way stronger now than it was when he was still the civilian. Oh man, this situation isn't one that can be easily solved. No way.

>Blair knew from the helpless way Jim leaned into him that it was the wrong answer and the right answer and that tomorrow they would have to talk about it, but not tonight. <

And I like the fact that you didn't even try that because it would have sounded wrong, not honest enough. :-) Great angle, you used here, to approach the "to shoot or not to shoot"- question. :-)

Well, if they want to have a professional future, they have to come up with a solution, or at least an agreement, on this problem. Knowing the two of them, the problem will occur again. ;-)

Idle musings ahead:
I could see them stay on this track for the future, Blair the one who tries to solve the situation without shooting, even if that means he risks his own life, Jim the one who gets the task of using force if necessary. But they would have to be aware of this. In no way should *this* situation rise again without them being prepared for it, without them *knowing* who is supposed to do what. The problem of this situation was, that it came unexpected and ambushed them somewhat out of the left field. It affects the "trust you to do the right thing"-angle. If Jim had been prepared for what Blair was about to do, it would have been easier. Jim would still have to live with the knowledge that Blair *does* risk his life by not using his gun, as long as he sees a chance of success, but if they know beforehanded where each of them stands, it's easier to handle. They *have* to work out their personal battle-plan for this kind of situations in order to be able to trust each other. Very difficult. Jim has to accept Blair's tendency to take risks for himself for the sake of a "peaceful" solution, Blair has to accept that some of this tries will fail and Jim will be burdened with the use of force *because* of Blair's try. This needs to be agreed on, to be talked through for upcoming situations because the surprise- effect if they don't could cost them their life. Personally, I see Jim as better equipped for that part of their working-
relationship. A big part of the reason why this situation became problematic fast, was most likely the fact that they didn't talk this trough first.
End of idle musings. *G*

Pat

:-)
 
first, thank you so much for your in-depth comment! what a treat. *g* second, I've copied your J/B partnership analysis into my "future story notes" file - I may shamelessly borrow from your interpretation, so if you see similarities in a future story, this is fair warning. heehee :-)

"The problem of this situation was, that it came unexpected and ambushed them somewhat out of the left field"

Exactly! The challenge "it takes balls" made me think about courage, and a stand-off seemed an obvious crucible for forcing J and B to make some hard, immediate decisions, w/ no time to discuss anything. Certain aspects of their characters would come to the fore - B wasn't being suicidal or anything - he truly believed he could talk the kid down. And I think J's immediate reaction - to "save" B and end the stand-off begs the question that perhaps B WOULD have been able to defuse the situation.

"They *have* to work out their personal battle-plan for this kind of situations in order to be able to trust each other. Very difficult. Jim has to accept Blair's tendency to take risks for himself for the sake of a "peaceful" solution, Blair has to accept that some of this tries will fail and Jim will be burdened with the use of force *because* of Blair's try. "

And both approaches are, in their own ways, courageous. So the courage comes in many forms - the two main ones are to take the shot at the whacko, and to NOT take the shot at the whacko. the minor forms are to confront those decisions and confront each other about them. then there's courage sub-themes ranging from changing a relationship from friendship to something more intimate all the way down to the "liquid courage" in the form of a shot of alcohol. yeah, I had a lot of fun with this, obviously. *bg*

you know what I love about fan fiction? it's such a fun way to learn to write. you can play around with viewpoint and technique and characterization with other people who share interest - no pressure, no consequences... it's like a workshop. *g*

Anyway, thanks again - I love hearing what you think. :)
 
posted by [identity profile] patk.livejournal.com at 02:35pm on 27/11/2004
>I've copied your J/B partnership analysis into my "future story notes" file - I may shamelessly borrow from your interpretation, so if you see similarities in a future story, this is fair warning.<

Glad to see that you find something useful in it. *g* And if my comments stir up more ideas in your brain, I'm all the more glad I made them. *g*

Somehow I missed the fact that the challenge was "it takes balls", so I didn't even read it with the knowledge that "courage" was supposed to be a major point. :-)

>B wasn't being suicidal or anything - he truly believed he could talk the kid down.<

That was the impression I got. Since we don't learn enought about the situation to decide wether or not Blair's idea of talking the guy down had a leg to stand on, I simply took it as a given that there *was* such a chance. Simon's reaction pointed in this direction and canon-Blair did enough of this on-screen to make it a plausible choice. :-) Especially if the guy involved is refered to as a "kid".

>And I think J's immediate reaction - to "save" B and end the stand-off begs the question that perhaps B WOULD have been able to defuse the situation.<

This question didn't occur to me after Jim said: "He had a gun in your face and he was going to shoot you" I pretty much thought Blair's chances were down to zero after he tried and it didn't pan out. He tried, it didn't work, he nothing left to try because the guy had his gun in his face now.

That fact that Blair tried was enough for me to conclude *he* saw a chance at this time.

>So the courage comes in many forms - the two main ones are to take the shot at the whacko, and to NOT take the shot at the whacko. the minor forms are to confront those decisions and confront each other about them.<

You know, to me the decision to confront each other about their choices without having talked this through is the bigger challenge for courage. I mean the choice "to shoot or not to shoot" is pretty big, but somehow "normal" for a cop (or two). To make the split-second decision not to shoot and therefore laying the responsibility for a possible failure (as it turned out it was) on Jim's shoulders, seems to be the bigger issue here, considering the special situation with those two. Blair, with his character and history, being a rookie but anyway sticking with the action *he* considers the right way to approach the situation instead of doing what he is *expected* to do. I mean, he risked Jim's trust in his (Blair's) abilities to fulfill the task as Jim's cop-partner. This "shoot" (or rather "non-shoot") could have easily backfired on him and blow up their partnership. That's the point where I see the real challenge for courage.

Not to mention the fact that they have to make a few very courageous decisions regarding how to handle this kind of situations in the future. *g* "Accepting" something, like your partner taking risks for his own life because he sticks to *his* idea of what is right or accepting that your partner has to mop-up the mess, so to speak, after you failed, and trusting him that he's strong enough to not only *do* it but *endure* it in the long run... well *this* is something that really takes balls. *g*

Pat

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posted by [identity profile] fluterbev.livejournal.com at 11:21am on 27/11/2004
Spectacularly Drunk... Confidently Drunk

LOL! Fantastic terminology! And that hangover Blair was thinking about - I know it well ;-)

like joining a colony of amoeba – Blair combined
and divided in a fuzzy haze until he emerged somewhere
near Jim’s vicinity


Whoa! What an incredibly visual image. Wonderful. Wish I'd though of that ;-)

As for the rest of it - what a perfect mix of desperation and need. I found this incredibly powerful. Wonderful, wonderful stuff. I look forward very much to more stories from you :-)


 
posted by [identity profile] audrarose.livejournal.com at 01:58am on 28/11/2004
::big, big smile:: thank you! I'm completely thrilled that you liked it. (and that was such a nice thing to say!)

glad you liked the bar scene *g* I did some "research" last weekend - for authenticity's sake, of course. *cough* :)
 
posted by (anonymous) at 07:51pm on 30/11/2004
oh, i've found it! great fic, audra! unfortunately, i'm no good at analyzing the why and how of whether i like something or not, so i just tell you that this vignette sounded so absolutely true to me that i could really hear, see and smell the whole thing... i think i still have strobelights flashing through my brain.

kete
 
posted by [identity profile] audrarose.livejournal.com at 09:54pm on 01/12/2004
thanks so much! *bg*

of course, having *so* *little* *experience* being in a bar or having a hangover, I had to imagine it... heehee!

anyway, glad you thought it worked - and I REALLY appreciate your comments. :)
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posted by [personal profile] spikedluv at 12:13am on 18/02/2005
This story was great. I remember reading it before, but I had to read it again when I just came across it. Loved Blair's descriptions of the different levels of drunk. It made the underlying pain easier to take. Desperate sex, always nice.

Tonight they had this. And it was such a bone-deep relief to know that even after all the questions and consequences and decisions, they would still have this. Would always have this, maybe. Even if he could never take the shot.

The end was sadly beautiful.
 
posted by [identity profile] audrarose.livejournal.com at 03:27am on 18/02/2005
Thank you so much. *happy writer smile* This one I like.

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