Child of the Tribe – Joel

By: Sineag

EMAIL: Sineag

 

 

Story falls directly after Child of the Tribe - Simon. This will not make a lot
of sense if you have not read the previous stories.


Jim once again woke when he heard the small whine coming from downstairs. Quietly, he got out of bed and slowly started down the stairs, using his Sentinel vision to see into the corners of the loft. He then heard the small whimper coming again from Blair's room. As he headed in that direction, he stopped when he saw the small gray wolf cub. The wolf was once again curled into a ball in front of Blair's door where he had been three days ago.

"Shhh, little guy, it’s okay. What are you doing here again?"

The cub dragged himself on his stomach over to where Jim was and weakly licked his hand.

Once again, Incacha, the Chopec shaman, stepped into Jim’s view.

"Keep your guide close, Sentinel, his journey to healing will be a process that started many years ago, and he will need his protectors in this time just as
he has in the past. It is your job to protect the guide, and not just the
body, but also the soul, but you are not alone. Your guide has many who will
continue to protect him."

"I know," Jim said, "but I feel so helpless. I am supposed to protect him but I can't make the past disappear."

"Everybody has to live with their past, and your guide cannot escape his. Only by facing it, can he escape the agony and pain he still lives in. His past
has shaped the man he is today, and his acceptance of that past will help heal
the wounds that are still in his heart."

"What do I do, Incacha?"

"Be strong, Sentinel of the great city, your guide needs you now more than
ever. Help him remember that he is not alone and he never has been."

With those words, Incacha and the wolf cub disappeared.

Jim quietly checked on Blair and smiled to himself. His partner looked like
he was about 14 when he was asleep. At least now, he seemed to be at peace and
no nightmares had disturbed his sleep tonight.

He climbed the stairs to his room and lay down, staring out at the stars through the skylight. As he drifted off to sleep, the stars appeared to turn into a large screen with a scene from the past.



1975 Campground outside of Cascade


"God damn it, kid, I told you to keep your shit in your space, why is it spread
all over the rest of the trailer?" the man snarled at the boy.

"I'm sorry I needed more room," the boy stammered.

"You have no idea what sorry means, little boy," the man snarled, and cuffed
the boy on the side of his head and the blow sent the boy flying across the
room of the recreation vehicle where he hit the wall. The boy curled up into a ball and tried to protect himself from the kicks that the man kept aiming at his stomach. After what seemed like an eternity, the man stomped out of the trailer and Blair heard the motorcycle roar off. He knew he needed to get up but everything hurt so badly. He tried to sit up but the world turned dark and he slid back down to the floor, unconscious by the time his head hit the ground.

Blair woke up slowly and opened his eyes. He shut them again and whimpered as the pain in his head intensified. "Hey, little man," a soft voice said above him, " you’re going to feel a pinch, and in a few minutes, the pain will be less, just keep your eyes closed for a few minutes, okay?"

"Okay," Blair said quietly.

After a few minutes, the voice asked him to try and open his eyes again. When
he opened them, he saw concerned brown eyes looking down at him.

"Hey there, are you feeling a little better"? asked the man in the long white
coat.

"Yeah," he said quietly. "Where am I?"

"Well, you are in the hospital my name is Jason Taggart. What is your name?

"Blair," he said quietly.

"How old are you, Blair?" he asked?

"Six," he said softly. Are you a doctor?" he asked.

"No, I am a nurse," he said with a smile.

"But nurses are women, aren't they?"

"Not all nurses," he said, Jason said, shaking his head, "does it matter?" he asked.

"I don't know," Blair said, looking away from him.

"What makes you not sure?" Jason asked.

"Do you hit little boys who make messes?" he asked, staring at the wall.

"Blair, can you look at me?" Jason asked

Blair shook his head no.

"Why not?" he asked

"I don't want to be hit."

"Why would I hit you?" Jason asked.

"Because I am a bad boy," Blair said.


"Blair, please look at me," Jason said," "I promise I won't hurt you," he
said quietly.

Blair looked up at Jason,

Jason felt like someone had hit him in the chest with a sledgehammer when he
saw the emptiness in the dark blue eyes.

"Blair, can you tell me who hurt you?" he asked quietly." - .

"I don't know, just some man who came into the trailer while I was studying.
Is Naomi here?" he asked quietly.

"Who is Naomi?" asked Jason

"My Mom," he said, trying hard to not let the tears fall.

"I don't think so, son, but I will check. Do you have a number where we can
reach your Mom?" he asked

"She is staying at a retreat in India."

"Who is taking care of you?"

"David."

"Is David your Dad?"

"No, I don't have a Dad," Blair said, "I’m a bastard."

"Who told you that?" Jason asked, his voice rising in anger and then mentally
kicking himself as he watched the tears start to fall.

"I'm sorry, Blair," he said, "I am not angry at you, but I am angry at the
people who told you that. You are not a bastard; you are a beautiful little
boy."

"I want my Mama," Blair cried.

"I know you do and I will see if I can find David and see if we can track her
down." Jason noticed the almost imperceptible flinch in the child.

"Blair, did David hurt you?" he asked quietly.

"No," Blair said quickly. "David would never hurt me." Jason was sure the boy
was lying but did not push it. He would call his brother Joel who was a police
officer and have him check into the boy's story.

~o0o~


"Taggert," the man said as he grabbed the phone while looking at a diagram in
a book.

"Joel?"

"Hey, Jason, what's up"

"I was wondering if you could do me a favor?"

"Well, that depends," Joel said, "How much is it going to cost me, and how
much trouble am I going to get into because of it?" he asked with a smile on his
face."
"I am crushed, brother; I am beginning to get the feeling that you don't trust me."

"I knew you would catch on eventually," Joel said with a laugh.

"Seriously though, Joel, I need your help."

"Are you in trouble, Jason?"

"No, but I have a six year old boy who was just admitted who has been beaten
up badly and the x-rays show it is not the first time."

"So call social services."

"I can't, Joel, this kid is special."

"Jason, to you they are all special."

"Please, Joel."

" Okay, I will stop by in a couple of hours."

"Thanks, Bro."

Two hours later Joel and his brother entered Blair's room. Joel saw a small curly headed boy curled up in the corner of the bed holding his pillow close to his chest, as if it would protect him from anything that might come through the door.

"Blair," Jason said quietly, "I brought a friend for you to meet."

To Jason and Joel's surprise, Blair hurled himself out of the bed and curled
up in the corner.

"No! No friends, please, I don't want no friends," he cried as he started rocking back and forth.

Jason and Joel look looked at each other with eyes full of understanding and
sadness.

Joel slowly walked over to where the younger boy was curled up and stopped a
few feet away from him and sat on the floor.

"Blair," he said quietly. "My name is Joel and I am Jason's brother. I am also
a policeman, so I promise that I won't let anybody hurt you okay?"

Blair looked up at him and said nothing for several minutes.

"You're a pig," he said softly.
Joel couldn't stop the look of annoyance that crossed his face,

"I'm sorry," the boy cried, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be bad."

"Shhh, buddy, you're not bad. Yeah, some people call me a pig, but that is kind of a mean name, you know?"

"Okay," Blair said quietly. "I won't call police pigs anymore."

"That would be good, Blair, I appreciate it."

"Can you tell me what happened to you?"

"Somebody broke into the trailer and started hitting me and kicking me, that
is all I know."

"Where is your Mom at?" he asked

"Naomi is in India, getting enlitnede."

"Enlitenede"

"Yeah that is where you go to get all the bad karma out."

"Oh," Joel said, "thanks for explaining that. I always wondered what they did
when they got enlitenede. "Is Naomi your mother?"

"Yeah," Blair answered

"So who is taking care of you?"

"David."

"Do you know his last name?"

"No."

"Do you know how I can get in touch with him?"

"He lives in the trailer."

"Do you have a phone?"

"No."

"Where is the trailer at, do you know?"

"Outside of town, in the woods."

"How did you get to the hospital?" he asked the young boy.

"I don't know," Blair said quietly

"Blair, did David do this to you?"

Blair shook his head, but did not say anything.

"Blair, if David did this to you, it is important that you tell me, I can then
make sure he does not hurt you again."

Blair just shook his head.

"Okay, I am gong to see if I can find out how you got here and either gets a
hold of your Mother or David. Do you have any grandparents, Blair?"

"No," he said

"Okay, well, I'll bet you like ice cream, don't you?"

"Yeah," he said

"Well, how ’bout I get you some ice cream while Jason helps you get back into
bed. What kind do you like?"

"Chocolate," he answered shyly looking up through his curls.

"Chocolate, it is," Joel agreed, smiling.

He got up off the floor and told Jason he would be right back.

"Just ask them at the front desk for some ice cream," Jason suggested, they "can get it for you."

"Okay, then I will see if I can find out how he got here."

Just as Joel was leaving the room, they heard yelling from the nurse's desk.

"Where is he?" Where is Blair Sandburg?"

Joel looked at Blair and saw that the boy had hidden behind his hair again.

Joel stepped out of the room and looked at the man at the nurse's station. He
was dressed in dirty torn clothes and had long stringy hair.

"Excuse me, I am Detective Taggart, are you looking for Blair Sandburg?"

"Yes, is he okay? God, nobody will tell me anything."

Joel looked at him and almost took an immediate dislike to him.

"Are you David?" he asked the man.
"Yeah, why?"

"Could I see some ID, please?"

The man pulled out his license and handed it to Joel.

Mr. Sanders, Blair said that is who was taking care of him while his mother was in India."

"Yeah."

"Do you always leave a six year old alone, David?"

"Alone, of course not, one of the other women at the campground was supposed
to be watching him. I just found out that she left town today when I came
home. I was afraid she had taken Blair with her. What happened to him?"

"Well, he says somebody broke into the trailer and hurt him."

"My God, how bad is he?" David asked.

Joel looked at the man closely. He said the right words, yet something seemed
false. "The doctors are working on him. If you will have a seat in the waiting room, somebody will be in to talk to you soon."

As David walked back down to the waiting area, Joel asked one of the nurses
where he could get some chocolate ice cream for the child. While she was
getting the ice cream, he called the station and asked them to run a check on Mr. David Sanders

~o0o~

A week later, Jason watched from the hospital entrance as Blair left the
hospital with David Sanders. He saw Joel come up to Blair before they got
in the car and whisper something to him, and slid a card in the pocket of his jeans.

"Why are you letting him leave with that creep?" Jason asked his brother
angrily as Joel came up to him.

"Jason, there is nothing I can do," Joel said quietly. "Blair insists that
David did not hurt him, David has no record and when his mother was contacted in
India, she said that she had left Blair with David. I know that David probably
is the one that hurt him, but until Blair tells somebody he did so, there is
nothing any of us can do. I did contact social services and they did say they
would send a notification to any major cities that they think he might be headed to
next to keep a lookout, but other than that, there is nothing I can do. I wish
I could but there is nothing that I can do about it. Somehow, though I think
that little boy will survive. Who knows I may see him again."

~o0o~


Jim woke to the smell of coffee and eggs. He wondered if Simon and Joel
remembered the little boy they had met so long ago. He was not sure whether or
not he should ask them. As he got out of bed to face another day, he decided that
he would just wait and see. Sam and Angel would be here soon and
hopefully they would be able to help both Blair and Daryl deal with the pain
that their mothers had caused.

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