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May. 9th, 2005 09:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sealieBlair gave Jim that look: part disappointment, part amazement, part anger, part sympathy.
Jim hated the sympathy part.
"Sandburg, don't start."
But he might as well try stuffing toothpaste back into the tube.
"Jim, this is not something you want to get rid of. You have a gift, okay? And gifts come with responsibilities. I know you're scared -"
"I am *not* scared!"
"- but there's nothing to fear, man. Your visions are just that, pictures. Now we need just a few props." Blair was moving around the room, poking into drawers and dusty bowls the professor kept on shelves. "Here we go."
While the kid's back was turned, Jim beat a hasty escape to the living room. With luck he could find a game on TV. They played games in England, didn't they? Blair followed holding a tarnished chain and a crystal pendant. The room was warming up. A gas fire had been started. Outside the rain softly pelted the glass panes.
"You comfortable?" Blair asked when Jim sat on the sofa facing the television.
Jim tilted his head up. "If I say yes, would you leave me in peace for an hour?"
Sitting cross legged on the edge of the sofa, Blair ignored the question. Bits of toast crumbs still clung to the corner of his mouth. "Okay, relax. I want you to concentrate on this crystal."
"I'm not sure your professor approves of feet on the furniture," Jim protested lamely.
Blair twirled the quartz. A quick roll of the eyes as he smiled. "Nice and easy, Jim. Deep breaths. I want you to picture an ocean scene. We're going to count the waves together as they slide onto the beach. Hear them, Jim?"
Damn it. Jim could. His eyes caught the light tossed out by the crystal.
Blair's voice was melodic. "I'm counting backwards from ninety-nine. Watch the waves and count with me in your mind."
Jim relaxed, clear pictures of the waves on his mind.
"We're going to start with the first vision you saw. Think back to that first time, Jim."
Ever the obedient sentinel, Jim followed the instruction to the letter.
Jim hated the sympathy part.
"Sandburg, don't start."
But he might as well try stuffing toothpaste back into the tube.
"Jim, this is not something you want to get rid of. You have a gift, okay? And gifts come with responsibilities. I know you're scared -"
"I am *not* scared!"
"- but there's nothing to fear, man. Your visions are just that, pictures. Now we need just a few props." Blair was moving around the room, poking into drawers and dusty bowls the professor kept on shelves. "Here we go."
While the kid's back was turned, Jim beat a hasty escape to the living room. With luck he could find a game on TV. They played games in England, didn't they? Blair followed holding a tarnished chain and a crystal pendant. The room was warming up. A gas fire had been started. Outside the rain softly pelted the glass panes.
"You comfortable?" Blair asked when Jim sat on the sofa facing the television.
Jim tilted his head up. "If I say yes, would you leave me in peace for an hour?"
Sitting cross legged on the edge of the sofa, Blair ignored the question. Bits of toast crumbs still clung to the corner of his mouth. "Okay, relax. I want you to concentrate on this crystal."
"I'm not sure your professor approves of feet on the furniture," Jim protested lamely.
Blair twirled the quartz. A quick roll of the eyes as he smiled. "Nice and easy, Jim. Deep breaths. I want you to picture an ocean scene. We're going to count the waves together as they slide onto the beach. Hear them, Jim?"
Damn it. Jim could. His eyes caught the light tossed out by the crystal.
Blair's voice was melodic. "I'm counting backwards from ninety-nine. Watch the waves and count with me in your mind."
Jim relaxed, clear pictures of the waves on his mind.
"We're going to start with the first vision you saw. Think back to that first time, Jim."
Ever the obedient sentinel, Jim followed the instruction to the letter.
