Feeling distinctly uncomfortable, Marcus watched Delenn, who now sat down opposite of him and Neroon. After the Nafak’Cha had been completed she had insisted they’d immediately travel to the capital city, Yedor. Tension hung heavy in the room and as time passed by he wondered how these two Minbari could stop the destructive civil war.
“This has to be solved with cunning, not with force,” Delenn started and handed them the ceremonial tea.
Marcus suddenly wondered about Lennier’s absence. Where was the young Minbari?
Delenn read the question in Marcus’ eyes. “Lennier will join us shortly. He has been monitoring all communication and was called away when we received a message from Shakiri.”
Neroon glanced at his lover, suddenly realizing Marcus and Lennier had to be friends, something he hadn’t known before. “I agree,” Neroon said. ”We have to outsmart Shakiri, but how? As the leader of the warrior caste he will determine the course of action.”
Delenn’s face grew troubled. “I know of a way…” Suddenly, she seemed to reconsider sharing this information with them.
“Tell us.” Neroon placed the now empty cup on the low square table. He shifted a little closer to Marcus, seeing the somewhat lost look in his lover’s eyes. This was a matter between the three Minbari castes and Marcus might wonder why they included him in these talks. As my mate you are now part of my clan as well. Neroon smiled reassuringly.
Delenn reached a decision and got to her feet to pace the room. “We will have to lure him to the temple of Varenni for my plan to work.” She locked eyes with Neroon.
Noticing the odd look on Neroon’s face, Marcus couldn’t keep quiet. Something eluded him and he wanted to know what it was. “Neroon?”
“You cannot be serious, Delenn! The Starfire wheel is a relic from times gone by!” Neroon immediately understood Delenn’s intentions, but couldn’t agree with her plan. “No matter who enters the circle, one of them will die and I know you well enough to realize you will challenge Shakiri to follow you in to the wheel!”
Marcus quickly combined all information and finally understood Delenn’s plan, and he was determined to prevent her from sacrificing her life. We live and die for the One. I'll make sure she survives!
“Shakiri cannot be beaten in battle. The warrior caste cannot be allowed to win, Neroon. You must know that! The balance has to be maintained.” Delenn watched the door. She didn’t want Lennier to find out about her plans yet. He would surely object because of the danger involved. “Should the religious caste win, the Grey Council will be rebuild. And five members of the worker caste will be appointed to take their places in the Council. They suffered the most during these wars.”
Reluctantly, Neroon agreed. “But you will have to force Shakiri to follow you in to the circle. No matter what happens, you have to leave the circle before the Starfire hits and kills you.”
“I will,” Delenn assured him. But only my death will truly convince our people. I am prepared to die, but I cannot tell you, Neroon, and certainly not you, Marcus. You will give your life to ensure I survive.
Sensing the hidden message in her eyes, Marcus concentrated on her expression and grew worried. He didn’t like this concept. There was too much uncertainty and danger involved, but he had learned that Delenn never changed her mind once she was set on doing things her way.
At that moment the door opened to reveal a worried looking Lennier. His eyes were draped and his fingers twitched slightly. “Marcus?” he said surprised, even though Delenn had told him that they would pick up the ranger and Neroon at Tuzanor. Seeing Marcus’ eyes, Lennier immediately noticed the change in them. The gaze was open and inviting. The walls, which had surrounded the ranger before, had disappeared.
“Lennier.” Marcus rose to his feet to greet his friend. “It’s good to see you again!”
“But I wish I carried better news.” Lennier sighed concerned and glanced at Delenn. Ignoring Neroon, he walked up to the group. He still hadn’t forgiven the warrior for trying to take Delenn’s life one year ago and he shivered, remembering finding Marcus battered and hurt in Down Below. The fact that Neroon was here after all told him the warrior had decided to support Delenn, but Lennier hoped she realized Neroon could never be trusted.
“Did Shakiri send a message?” Delenn asked.
“Yes, he demands that the religious caste surrenders at once.” Lennier lowered his eyes, not wanting to see Delenn’s reaction. Seeing their people fight each other was something Lennier had thought impossible and he knew Delenn felt hurt as well.
“I expected that message.” Delenn looked at Neroon, but addressed her aide instead. “Send a reply. Tell Shakiri we will surrender at the temple of Varenni.”
“But…” Lennier objected without thinking first and then immediately grew silent. “I will see to it,” he whispered and hurried away.
“What if Shakiri refuses to follow you in to the Starfire?” Neroon sensed Marcus’ unease. He felt the same way. Delenn wasn’t telling them everything.
“I count on you to find a way to convince Shakiri that he has to go along. Our people used this way to determine who would lead the castes in times of change.” Delenn sat down again. The path she had to walk was clear now and she knew what she had to do in order to restore peace and order.
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“Marcus?”
The ranger looked up and answered Neroon’s gaze. They had briefly retreated while Delenn awaited Shakiri’s answer. Alone, Marcus allowed Neroon to pull him closer until their foreheads touched.
“We have to make sure Delenn does not endanger her life in this attempt to end the war.” Neroon’s fingers fondled a long lock of hair as he crocked his head to look into his lover’s eyes. “She held back when telling us her plan.”
“I know.” Marcus sighed in bliss, feeling Neroon’s fingers near the back of his neck, finally massaging his tense muscles. “If I understand correctly this Starfire will consume the person who refuses to leave the circle?”
“Yes, a beam of energy will burn this person to cinder. Nothing will be left of the body.” Neroon inhaled his lover’s scent and cherished this last private moment between them. “I thank Valen for granting me your love, Marcus.”
“Stop saying those things.” Marcus blushed fiercely.
Laughing warmly, Neroon placed a kiss on his lover’s brow. “We have to find a way to get you in to the temple. They won’t allow a human entry,” he said on a more serious note.
“How?” Marcus almost drowned in Neroon’s eyes.
“Maybe,” Neroon started and released Marcus to walk in to the back of the room. Pulling the metal chest closer he uncovered his grey robes. “You will have to pose for one of the original Grey Council members. As long as you keep the hood up and don’t speak you should be fine.”
“What if they find out who I really am?” Marcus disliked the idea but was unable to come up with a better one.
“You will have to play your part in this convincingly or you will have to stay behind on the White Star.”
“No way I’m staying behind!” Marcus slipped out of his ranger cloak. “Delenn won’t like this,” he said, putting on the robes.
“Let me handle Delenn,” Neroon replied calmly, adjusting the robes and drew the hood over Marcus’ face so it was hidden from sight.
An amused chuckle drifted through the room as Marcus laughed. “Perhaps you’re feeling a tad too confident here?”
Neroon replied with a grin of his own. “Delenn has other things to worry about.” Checking Marcus’ appearance he was pleased to find that his lover could easily pass for a Minbari. “Now remember that you must act like you are used to being in command. Every Minbari who sees you will assume that you were part of the Grey Council.”
“I will manage,” Marcus whispered confidently.
A sharp hiss of breath told them that they weren’t alone any longer and Neroon quickly spun around.
“Neroon, you owe me an explanation.” Delenn tried hiding her amusement at seeing their upset faces. It had been obvious from the start that Neroon wouldn’t allow anyone to separate him from Marcus.
“Marcus is coming with us. I am not leaving him behind.” Neroon’s eyes met Delenn’s across the room, challenging her to defy him. Years ago she had managed to intimidate him. I acted dishonestly by displaying Branmer’s body like that. Her reprimand had been justified.
“You are taking a grave risk. What if they discover a human is in their midst?” Delenn asked.
“I am not staying onboard the White Star,” Marcus stated vehemently.
Delenn sighed, realizing nothing she said would change their minds. “You can accompany us, Marcus, but be careful. Should Shakiri find out who you are I cannot guarantee your safety.”
“I understand.” Marcus smiled; pleased that he could stay close to Neroon. And I will also keep an eye on Delenn. She’s hiding something. I don’t know what she’s up to, but she’s got a hidden agenda for sure!
“We have to leave now. Lennier will join us as well. Two flyers will take us to the temple of Varenni,” Delenn informed them. She was about to turn and leave as she froze to address them again.
A troubled expression had appeared in her eyes and Marcus shivered involuntarily. Pulling the robes closer to his body, he realized Delenn was going to speak after all.
“When I look at the two of you I see hope.” Delenn smiled warmly. “I never thought you would accept humans as our equals, Neroon and you, Marcus… It pleases me that you have found a way to accept your past. Forgiveness is hard to achieve, yet you managed to set your mind at ease. Let us hope we will find a way to reach all castes involved in this horrid war so we can unite our people once more.” She briefly closed her eyes, remembering the reports which had spoken of the horrors Minbari warriors had inflicted on their own kind. Saddened, she dashed out of the room to head to the flyers. She needed to hear Lennier’s soothing voice.
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Thirty minutes later they sat in silence and Marcus shifted in his chair, sensing Lennier’s questioning eyes on him. Neroon and Delenn sat in the other flyer and this was his first time alone with Lennier. “What is it?” Marcus whispered, losing his patience. “I already told you why I’m wearing these robes!” The ranger doubted he would ever forget Lennier’s stunned expression upon seeing him dressed in Neroon’s grey robes.
Lennier suppressed his initial smile. “Yes, you told me, but I am wondering about something else… but it is inappropriate to ask you something that personal.”
Marcus finally realized what troubled Lennier. “You want to know about me and Neroon, don’t you?”
“Yes,” Lennier replied hesitantly and cleared his throat. “I could not help but notice the… interaction between the two of you.” Lennier studied his friend’s face and noted the carefree expression.
“We expressed our love, Lennier, and the feeling is mutual. Delenn made our liaison official when she allowed the Nafak’Cha to double as a marriage ceremony.”
“You chose Neroon as your mate?” Lennier was uncertain whether to be stunned or simply happy that his friend had apparently found a suitable lover after all. “But you told me you were attracted to the Commander.”
“At the time I really thought I loved her, Lennier,” Marcus confessed. “ Now I realize that I pretended my interest in her because she would never love me. It was easier to keep everyone at a distance. I didn’t let anyone in. I didn’t think I was worthy of being loved. Neroon changed that.”
Lennier didn’t know what to say in response to Marcus’ honest admission. “I still do not like him,” he whispered finally. “He nearly killed you!”
“But he didn’t, Lennier, and there in lies the answer,” Marcus said patiently. It was important to him that Lennier understood Neroon’s motives. “He couldn’t kill me because when I invoked Valen’s name he was reminded of what he was about to lose; his honor and conviction. He wanted to kill Delenn because he believed she was a fanatic, just trying to fill the power vacuum she had created.” Marcus grew silent for a moment and then locked eyes with Lennier. “Do you remember Neroon visiting me in the med lab?”
“How could I forget? We feared he had only returned to finish what he had started!”
“Neroon didn’t know I was conscious when he told me that he finally realized we were of the same heart after all. By making that admission he crossed a thin line and allowed himself to grow spiritually. Neroon has changed as well, Lennier.”
“He must have changed, I guess.” Lennier read the truth in Marcus’ eyes. Yes, the ranger did love Neroon. “I never expected him to support Delenn openly.”
Marcus leaned back into the comfort of the chair and nodded his head once. Neroon changed and so did I.
A message from the pilot pulled him back in to the presence. They had arrived at their destination and were going to follow the other flyer down to land near the temple of Varenni. Marcus drew in a large breath. The fate of the Minbari civilization would be decided during the next hours!
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After they had landed, Marcus and Lennier hurried over to the exit to leave the flyer and join Delenn and Neroon. The fact that Shakiri had threatened to raid the capital Yedor if they didn't arrive on time had once more illustrated the insane edge to this civil war.
“Do you know Delenn’s plans?” Lennier asked concerned. It had struck him as odd that she hadn’t confided in him. She always did.
Marcus hesitated to answer. Somehow he couldn’t lie to Lennier and he was about to construct a half-truth when Neroon saved him by calling out his name. “Sorry, Lennier, I have to go and talk to Neroon,” he excused himself and quickly joined the warrior.
Lennier watched Marcus walk away and knew they were keeping him in the dark on purpose, probably at Delenn’s request and he decided to find out what was going on himself.
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A small group of Neroon’s clan brethren stood ready to escort them inside and Lennier fell into step beside Delenn who looked worried. “Respectfully, Delenn I wish you would tell me what is going to happen.”
Delenn looked up, hearing Lennier’s resolved tone. Some times I try too hard to protect you. She smiled weakly. “Take this,” she said and handed him a thin metallic cylinder. “It contains all the instructions you need.”
“But…” Lennier’s thoughts rushed on. "Instructions?”
“Do not be afraid, Lennier.” She locked eyes with him. She had managed to fool Marcus and Neroon (at least she thought so,) how hard could it be to convince Lennier that she would be all right?
But Lennier knew her too well to be that easily fooled and realized he had to stay close, just in case she needed his support.
Marcus made sure the hood was in place and remained at Neroon’s side. As they entered the temple he sensed hundreds, maybe thousands of eyes on him. For a moment he feared they had seen through his disguise, but as one of the guards bowed for him, he knew the Minbari didn’t question his presence, they simply accepted it. He wanted to address Neroon, but seeing the warrior’s focused stare he refrained from shattering his lover’s concentration. His role was that of a spectator.
Neroon tensed slightly as a murmur coursed through the assembled crowd. Listening to their words, he realized they were surprised to see him accompany Delenn and that a Grey Council member had joined them. Marcus was in no danger as long as he kept up the pretence.
His eyes came to rest on Shakiri and he immediately noticed the bundled ray of hate that glared back at him. Shakiri knows I betrayed him… but I will never betray our caste! He looked at the faces of the other clan leaders which were undecided. Maybe Delenn is right and we can stop this bloodshed.
Delenn had also studied Shakiri’s face and had reached the same conclusion. The warrior caste leader was only after personal gain and would surely object to following her in to the Starfire wheel. Neroon has to find a way! She counted on her former enemy to be there when she needed him most. Looking at Marcus, hidden underneath several layers of his grey robes, she smiled weakly. Perhaps fate had decided it was time to admit humans in their midst. Had Sinclair known this would happen one day? Had he realized the Earth Minbari war would lead to this? She wished there was a way to talk to Sinclair, Valen, and find out the truth but the mysterious Earthforce officer was lost to them forever.
“I welcome you, Delenn of the house of Mir,” Shakiri started neutrally. “I trust you speak on behalf of the religious caste?”
“I greet you, Shakiri of the house of Kort, Yes, I do.” She straightened her shoulders. Lennier, Neroon and Marcus stood just a few steps behind her and she felt strengthened by their presence and support.
“Then the religious caste surrenders?” Shakiri asked pleased, but shot Neroon an indignant stare. I will deal with you later, traitor.
“We surrender, yes.” Delenn looked up to lock eyes with the Minbari spectators watching them. This confrontation was broadcast all over Minbar and her words would reach all Minbari, regardless their caste. "But the religious caste will not give up their rights to form a new government,” she added in a stern voice. Delenn forced herself to answer Shakiri’s defying glare.
Outraged, Shakiri stared at her and was about to make a venomous comment when Delenn spoke again.
“Long ago our people gathered here to settle disputes. Long before the time of Valen we called on the Ancients to guide us. It was here where we selected a leader in time of war, Shakiri. Thousands of years ago the leaders of the rivaling castes would step into the circle and the Starfire wheel would open, consuming them in its flames.” The moment she finished her sentence the ceiling separated and a ray of blinding energy descended on the temple’s floor, emerging the circle in its light. “Whoever gave their life for their caste determined which caste would lead,” she finished and briefly locked eyes with Lennier. Her aide looked pale and concerned and she wished there was another way to deal with this situation, but there wasn’t.
Shakiri studied her, trying to find out how far she was willing to go and backed away from the illuminated circle. His guards tightened their cordon and made sure he couldn’t retreat any further.
“You no longer want to follow Valen’s way, Shakiri.” Delenn took a step closer to the Starfire, which had strengthened in intensity. “Then we will have to return to the way of the Ancients.”
Marcus placed a hand on Neroon’s arm. “We have to get close to her. I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”
“So do I,” Neroon agreed and together they moved closer to the circle. No one dared to stop them and Neroon realized the advantages of Marcus wearing grey robes.
“Valen said, will you follow me into fire?” Delenn fearlessly stood in the blaze of light. “Will you?” Her voice was steady, but the force that battered her body was hard to ignore. The Starfire was beginning to burn its way through her skin.
Locking eyes with Lennier she said, “What is done is done and I cannot leave the circle now. You received your instructions. Carry them out.” She raised her hand in a parting gesture.
Lennier answered that gesture and his heart grew heavy, realizing her intentions. I am going to lose her!
“You do not follow, Shakiri?” Delenn looked over at Neroon. She needed him to play his role and to play it well. “Does the warrior caste concede leadership?”
“This proves nothing!” Shakiri exclaimed, realizing he was losing this confrontation.
“Our entire world is watching, Shakiri,” Delenn said vehemently. “If you believe so much in your caste, step in to the circle and die for them. Or is it easier to kill my caste and send others out to die for you?” At that moment the ceiling opened even farther and the beam of light grew stronger.
“This is madness!” Shakiri moved back as the light seemed to lunge for him.
Neroon knew he had to act now and took a step away from Marcus to address Shakiri in a firm tone. “You said that a warrior does not fear death, Shakiri.”
“Neroon, what are you implying!" Shakiri looked shocked.
“You said it is only one of two consequences, neither valued or feared above the other. Death is merely a release of our obligations.” Neroon noticed the anger in Shakiri’s eyes and realized the warrior caste leader felt cornered. “Why then are you afraid, Shakiri? Have you put your own importance above our people?”
The crowd reacted to his mocking tone and a soft approving murmur swept through the temple which strengthened Neroon in his belief.
Marcus kept a close eye on Delenn who trembled underneath the pressure of the Starfire, but remained standing proudly.
Shakiri realized that he could only save his reputation by following Delenn into the Starfire, but was reluctant to do so and focused his attack on Neroon. “Do you take their side?”
“I speak for my people!” Neroon hissed in return. “And who do you speak for and what are you willing to do? They are waiting for your answer!” He looked up at the assembled Minbari who had fallen silent.
Shakiri studied their facial expressions and realized there was no way back and he cursed Neroon for forcing him in to this situation. Reluctantly, he entered the crushing light and almost crumbled under its brutal strength. Delenn’s skin had already turned red because of the exposure to the Starfire. “Delenn, we can walk out together, share the power… No one will speak against us.”
“No.” Delenn grew silent. She had a point to make.
“There are other ways!” Shakiri was unable to fight the Starfire much longer which now crushed his bones.
“You should have thought of them before!” Delenn chided him. “Before you tore our people apart!”
“We have to get her out of there,” Neroon whispered into Marcus’ ear.
“But not until Shakiri leaves the Starfire first,” Marcus replied. “Or this was all in vain.”
Neroon growled his agreement and wished this were all over. He didn’t like the fact that Delenn was still inside the circle. Her body was already paying the toll for this enterprise and the Starfire wasn’t fully operative yet. It would increase in force until it had reached its maximum capacity.
Shakiri doubled over under the force of the Starfire as the ceiling opened farther. I cannot stand this any longer! He dove out of the circle, dropping to his knees, his clothes almost on fire. His guards immediately appeared to see to his needs. But he had lost the challenge and looked up at Delenn’s serene face as she seemed immune for the Starfire.
Delenn raised her arms, welcoming the deadly force which now fully descended on to her.
Neroon walked over to Lennier, immediately followed by Marcus. “I do not understand,” Neroon said concerned. “When she proposed this on the White Star she said she would leave the circle!”
Lennier looked up and shared Neroon’s concern. “She wants to make a point, for our people, for the entire world.”
“Leave the circle!” Neroon locked eyes with Delenn when all of a sudden Lennier’s voice reached his ears.
“She will not leave the Starfire. She wants our people to know that she is prepared to die for them.” Lennier couldn’t take his eyes of Delenn’s form. Please Valen, do not let her die, not like this!
“Lennier is right.” Neroon searched Marcus’ eyes. “She will not leave the circle.”
“Then we have to get her out.” Marcus read determination in Neroon’s eyes. As one they moved forward and the ranger trembled, seeing Delenn collapse on to the stone floor. The ceiling now opened completely and a humming sound accompanied the death ray.
“Quickly!” Neroon watched Marcus step inside the circle first. Anla’Shok live and die for the One. Marcus was bound by his oath to try and save Delenn’s life. But this will change the outcome of this confrontation. I am warrior caste and by taking Delenn’s place Shakiri will win after all, except…
Marcus knelt and gently pulled Delenn in a sitting position, doing his best to fight the unbelievable pressure hammering down on him. Handing his precious load to Neroon, he tried getting back to his feet but the pounding energy kept him down. It burned itself a way through his skin and he smelled burned flesh.
Taking hold of Delenn, Neroon realized she was on the brink of unconsciousness. “Lennier!”
Lennier acted at once, and as Neroon placed Delenn in his arms, the young Minbari couldn’t help but feel relieved. Although drained Delenn was still alive and nothing else mattered. Reverently, he placed her on the floor and supported her head. Only then he realized that Marcus and Neroon were still caught inside the Starfire and panic coursed through him, afraid to lose one of his best friends.
“Marcus?” Neroon sat on his heels to study Marcus’ eyes.
As Marcus raised his head the hood dropped back and his face was revealed. The ranger didn’t notice the wave of disbelief washing through the spectators.
“A human! A human is inside the holy circle!”
The words grew harder, and as Lennier observed the crowd, he wasn’t sure whether the voices reflected anger because of this sacrilege or simply stunned admiration that a human would enter the circle to save one of their own.
“Everything will be all right,” Lennier told Delenn who had partly opened her eyes.
“What happened?” She managed to cock her head. “Get them… out!” she instructed, seeing Marcus on his knees and Neroon hovering protectively over him.
“Neroon,” Marcus stuttered, and as the light scorched his eyes, he bowed his head in pain, “Do what you must. I made my choice when I stepped into the circle. I will stay at your side… forever.” He had long figured out that by Neroon stepping inside the balance had shifted again.
Touched by Marcus’ compassion and understanding of the situation, Neroon pulled him to his feet and wrapped his arms around his lover who heavily leaned on him. The pressure almost made him crumble and Neroon couldn’t imagine how bad it had to be for Marcus, a human who didn’t possess the stronger Minbari physiology.
His voice was steady and filled with determination as he addressed all present. “I was born religious caste,” he exclaimed and looked up proudly, barely registering the horror on the faces of the Minbari above them. “But I see now that the calling of my heart is religious.” Pausing briefly he managed to lock eyes with Delenn, “The war is over. Listen to her!”
The Starfire wheel had now reach its full potential and Neroon knew it would burn them to ashes in mere seconds. He wanted to use those precious last seconds to address his lover, but as he cupped Marcus’ face in his hands, something wet slipped through his fingers. At first he thought it were tears, but then he realized the substance was red, blood. “I am so sorry,” he whispered, seeing little rivulets of blood dripping from Marcus’ eyes. His lover’s skin was red underneath his fingertips. Burns had appeared all over Marcus’ face and hands and Neroon allowed his own tears to surface. “I never wanted it to end this way.”
“But at least… we will be together… in death,” Marcus whispered through blistered lips and rested his head against Neroon’s chest. “I made my choice… to stay with you.”
“Spoken as a true warrior.” Neroon dropped to his knees, no longer able to support both of them, taking Marcus down with him. “I will find your soul in another lifetime.” He pressed his lips on scorched skin.
“No!” Delenn cried out.” No!” she repeated, understanding their sacrifice, but rebelling against it. Helpless, she could only watch. The Starfire glowed once more with a frightening simmer and the entire crowd held its breath.
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Alarmed, Draal tried to maintain control of the Great Machine, but something tugged at his mind with a frightening force. Only moments before the Great Machine had been operating perfectly and everything had seemed fine… until now.
“Zathras,” he said, hoping one of his aides heard him. Something inexplicable had happened and maybe Zathras knew how to fix it. After all, the furry aliens had served the Machine long before he had arrived and knew most of its secrets. At least that’s what they had told him on his arrival.
One of the Zathras brothers reacted and hurried over to the strapped in Minbari. “Zathras heard, Zathras knows… The One installed program…”
“The One?” Draal repeated stunned and stopped resisting the pull and allowed the Machine to take his mind to Minbar. Trusting in Sinclair and the Machine, he relinquished control for the moment. Immediately the Great Machine took over and severed a bundled ray of energy that had split the universe in two. Only now did Draal realize that the light beam had originated from Epsilon 3.
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Shocked, Delenn held her breath, awaiting the final outburst of energy that would end Marcus and Neroon’s lives. Lennier helped her sit upright and she tried to lock eyes with Marcus, but the blood covered eyes remained closed. “No, Valen…”
Lennier wished he could help the two men somehow, but like the other spectators he was frozen and unable to move. Even Shakiri seemed paralyzed.
Neroon looked up at the sky. They had both accepted this fate and death would take them in seconds. Yes, we will face death together, he thought saddened, but calmly.
But the deadly blast never impacted and suddenly the bundled ray ascended to the stars where it had come from, leaving the two men who had been its prisoners alive and stunned.
A perplexed expression slid over Neroon’s face as the heat retreated and he briefly feared it was only a prelude to the real blast that would take them by surprise. But as a soothing darkness descended on to them he began to hope they had been spared. “Marcus..” He grew worried, seeing the human’s motionless body. Marcus had lost consciousness and Neroon tightened the hold he had on his lover.
“Enough!”
The word echoed through the thundering silence and Neroon managed to look up and focus his eyes on the projected hologram that now hovered in mid air. His breath caught as he recognized certain facial features.
“Enough!” The booming voice repeated and his image solidified.
“Valen.” Delenn tried to get to her feet, but Lennier gently protested that action. Giving in, she rested her back against his chest.
“Now that the truth has been revealed you know whom to entrust leadership to. The ways of the Ancients belong to the past and the Starfire has been extinguished forever. It will never return.”
Neroon looked Delenn in the eyes and for one scary moment they shared the same thoughts. This was Sinclair, bearing distinct Minbari features. But how can this be? Neroon read the same question in Delenn’s eyes. Too tired to rise to his feet, he simply held Marcus tight. A weak pulse told him that his lover was still alive and he sighed relieved.
“Listen to my words, my children. Dawn has risen and a new Grey Council will be formed. The war is over and peace will return.” Valen’s hologram shifted in color and started to fade away. “Listen to my words, my children.”
“Valen…!” The name rushed through the crowd and several members of the religious caste fell to their knees, while the warriors lowered their eyes. Hardly anyone noticed Shakiri slipping outside and disappearing from view. The news that Valen had stopped the Starfire from consuming Neroon and a human dressed in grey robes spread all over Minbar and the fights ceased within seconds, stunned by the fact that Valen had reached out through time to end the civil war.
But this meant little to Neroon, who was only interested in his lover’s well-being. Marcus hung frozen in his arms, apparently lifeless. Several members of his clan hurried to help him, but he swept away their hands, not sure of their intentions. Feverish and drained by the Starfire, he was determined to guard Marcus’ life should they want to lash out at the human for stepping into the circle. Growling, he protectively hovered over Marcus as he placed his lover on the floor. Neroon cringed seeing the extensive burns on his scorched skin and instinctively knew that Marcus was in a critical condition. The Starfire had done severe damage. “I need a healer, now!”
Softly caressing the little untouched skin, he kneeled and pulled Marcus close. “We survived, Marcus. You have got to hold on.” Fear of losing Marcus after being miraculously saved consumed Neroon and he constantly checked his lover’s heartbeat and pulse to reassure himself Marcus was alive and still breathing. Marcus’ head had slumped forward and Neroon now gently raised it to take in the damage the Starfire had done, vividly remembering blood flowing from Marcus’ eyes. Crusts had formed on both eyes and he was hesitant to remove them. “Marcus, can you hear me?” The crowd which had formed around them, ceased to exist. His world narrowed down to hearing, feeling, Marcus draw his next breath. Neroon released a choked cry as Marcus’ hand weakly squeezed his. “You will recover…” he promised, ignoring his own burns.
“Neroon…”
Marcus’ barely audible voice urged Neroon to lean in closer as he could hardly hear the stumbled murmur. “I am here, my beloved, and I won’t leave you. Rest, sleep…” Looking up at shocked faces, he squeezed Marcus’ hand in return and no longer cared about what his people might think about his dedication to a human.
“Lennier,” Delenn said in a soft tone, “We need healers to tend to their wounds…”
“And yours,” he added and nodded to three members of the religious caste who immediately approached to look after Delenn’s injuries. Lennier lifted her from the floor and entrusted her to the healers. He was going to check on her after he had made sure Neroon and Marcus were also in capable hands.
As he walked over to the two men he noticed the wild gleam in Neroon’s eyes and knew he had to convince the warrior that Marcus would be treated with the utmost care and respect. “Neroon, let the healers tend to your and Marcus’ wounds,” he said pleadingly. Studying the warrior he realized part of Neroon’s skin had also been burned by the Starfire.
“Do not touch him!” Neroon hissed and struggled to his feet, carrying Marcus in his arms.
“The Starfire weakened you, Neroon,” Lennier said diplomatically and flinched seeing the extent of Marcus’ burns. The ranger was in the worst shape of them all. “You might fall and hurt Marcus in the process,” he pointed out to Neroon and realized the warrior was delirious and not reacting rationally. An insane urge to protect Marcus had taken over. As Neroon didn’t answer him and stumbled on, Lennier turned to two Star Riders to help him.
Suddenly, his legs refused to carry him any longer and Neroon knew from pervious experiences that he was going to lose consciousness.
Another warrior took Marcus from Neroon’s arms and carried the ranger to the flyers, which had been waiting outside to take Marcus to the White Star as Lennier had instructed.
The medics onboard the White Star were schooled in treating humans and would take care of Marcus. Lennier doubted their own healers had enough knowledge of the human body to heal the ranger’s wounds. Turning about he ordered Delenn and Neroon to be taken to the nearest medical facility and hoped he had made the right decision. He wished Delenn were conscious and able to give him directions. Now that he was in charge the tremendous responsibility scared him.
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Puzzled, Draal mentally replayed Sinclair’s message. How could Sinclair have known this would happen? The old Minbari was still trying to comprehend what he had witnessed on Minbar. The Starfire had almost burnt Delenn to ashes and he had been shocked to discover his former pupil had been prepared to die for her people.
But his shock had doubled as he had recognized the human inside the Starfire wheel. Marcus Cole… He still remembered the Anla’Shok’s name although they had only met once. And what connects him to Neroon?
One of the Zathras brothers approached and Draal addressed him. “Did you aid Sinclair in preparing and sending his message?” He suspected the Zathras brothers to know a great deal more than they were willing to share. They constantly referred to Sinclair as the One and kept secrets he feared to uncover.
“When the One commands, Zathras must act!” Zathras said proudly while strange clicking sounds emanated from his throat. “Zathras almost too late… but Zathras alarmed Zathras in time,” he added smugly.
Draal gave up on finding out more. Zathras would never tell him what he really wanted to know. The alien often pretended ignorance, but Draal had learned it was only that, pretence.
Focusing his mind once more he directed it to Minbar, eager to find out more about Delenn’s health. He had never told his former pupil that he regarded her as the daughter he had never had.
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Slowly, Neroon opened his eyes and immediately slammed them shut as soft lights hurt them. “Marcus?” His hands hesitantly searched the space next to him, finding nothing.
“Do not worry,” Delenn said in a soft tone. “Marcus is onboard of the White Star…” She paused briefly to catch her breath, still feeling weak. “And the medics examined his injuries.”
Identifying the voice, Neroon peeked through half closed eyelids. A sudden fatigue overwhelmed him and he sighed distressed. “I want him close.”
Delenn smiled reassuringly, understanding Neroon’s need to know Marcus was safe. Lennier’s eyes had born the same expression not so long ago. Looking at the healer who kept a close eye on her, she said, “We need to talk.” She wished she carried better news. Still baffled by the fact that Neroon and Marcus had almost given their lives to save hers, she realized how little she knew about the warrior.
“About Marcus.” Neroon forced himself to look into Delenn’s hooded eyes. He wanted to shift his position and sit upright instead of lying down in Delenn’s presence but his body was drained of all power. The unease he read in her draped eyes made him apprehensive. “Tell me, how badly injured is he?”
“I will be honest.” Delenn observed Neroon carefully, uncertain how the warrior would react to the news. “The medics ran several scans on Marcus, but… they do not know how to treat the burns. His eyes are also badly damaged and…”
Neroon sucked in his breath. No, Marcus cannot die!
“There is only one solution,” Delenn continued hesitantly and wished she could lie down and return to sleep, but Neroon had to be informed of Marcus’ condition. It was the least she could do to repay them.
“Please speak,” Neroon said, urging her on.
“Marcus must return to Babylon 5. Dr. Franklin…”
Neroon cut her short, forgetting about ceremony as he heard the edge to her tone. “I will accompany him.”
“You cannot leave now,” she said pleadingly and realized her energy reserves were nearly exhausted. The healer moved closer but was silenced when Delenn slowly raised her left hand. Her face contorted briefly with pain. “No, this is too important… and cannot wait.” She panted slightly, being short of breath. Locking eyes with Neroon, she carefully shook her head. “You acted foolishly by staying inside the circle, now act wisely and let Marcus go!!”
Neroon remained silent and tried to ignore the pain washing through him. The Starfire had taken its toll on him too.
“Listen to reason, Neroon… Marcus’ life is in danger…he has to return to Babylon 5… now.” Delenn regulated her breathing and knew she was about to collapse from fatigue. “I need you here… to rebuild the Grey Council… your people need you, Neroon.”
Closing his eyes, Neroon fought the hurt inside. I promised Marcus that we would never be separated, he thought saddened, but realized the truth in Delenn’s words. The medics and healers didn’t have the resources or knowledge to treat Marcus’ injuries. This is the hardest decision I have ever made.
“Neroon?” Delenn said softly, hoping the warrior would make the right decision. “You can travel to Babylon 5 once you have grown stronger… Lennier is at Marcus’ side, watching over your lover in your place…” It had been hard on her to instruct Lennier to accompany Marcus, but she knew the ranger would need support should he regain consciousness during the trip back to Babylon 5 and a familiar voice would soothe him. Voice, she thought distressed, as the ranger’s eyes were badly damaged and had been bandaged.
“Tell the White Star to take him to the space station,” Neroon said through clenched teeth as pain overwhelmed him. “I wish… I could have said good-bye…” He started to drift off into sleep due to exhaustion.
“Ashan?” Delenn said, addressing the healer.
“I will relay the order.” The healer quickly informed the crew of the White Star that they had permission to make the jump to hyperspace. “Let me help you,” he offered gently and helped Delenn back to her feet.
“Marcus will be fine,” she said reassuringly before leaving Neroon’s room.
“I pray to Valen he will,” Neroon answered fatigued, remembering Valen’s hologram, remembering his confession… I told them my heart was religious!
“Faith manages.” Delenn returned to her own room.
“Marcus will need more than just faith to recover,” Neroon whispered depressed as he finally drifted back into a restless sleep.
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Lennier stood at Marcus’ bedside, apparently calm but inwardly concerned and upset, studying his friend’s facial expression. There wasn’t that much to study though, as Marcus’ eyes had been bandaged. His face and the rest of his body had been salved with soothing balm. The medics had told him it would encourage skin regeneration. Lennier hoped it would work.
They had been underway for several hours now and all he could think about was Delenn, crumbling to her feet underneath the pressure of the Starfire. He had been so terribly scared of losing her!
Delenn had asked him to accompany Marcus back to Babylon 5 and he had been unable to say no, although he’d wanted to stay close to her. But Marcus and Neroon had saved her, had unselfishly stepped inside the wheel to take Delenn’s place, something he had wanted to do. But I lacked the courage. I am nothing but a coward.
Marcus stirred and Lennier quickly leaned forward. The ranger had been drifting in and out of consciousness for the last hour and Lennier cast a glance at the IV’s the medics had attached. “Marcus needs fluids,” they had told him and he had nodded, determined to aid his friend the best he could.
“Marcus?” He wondered how Neroon felt being without his lover. The healer who had relayed Neroon’s message had told him that the Alit had only given his permission reluctantly. Neroon had insisted on accompanying his lover to Babylon 5, but Delenn had been able to persuade him to stay and assist her in the forming a new Grey Council. This was a feeling the warrior and he shared; being without the one they loved… Lennier forced himself to focus on his friend and to let go of his need to be close to Delenn.
A pain filled moan washed through the medical facility and immediately one of the human medics appeared to monitor his patient.
“Marcus, can you hear me?” Lennier tried to get through to the ranger. Studying his friend closely, Lennier noticed Marcus’ hand contracting.
“He is hovering on the edge of consciousness, but the meds keep him under,” the medic explained and adjusted the IV.
Lennier pulled the cooling blanket into place so it covered the ranger’s hand again. This particular blanket had been designed to absorb the surplus warmth Marcus’ body radiated due to the burns. Shimmering, the silver-like material was wrapped tightly around Marcus’ frame, leaving only the face uncovered.
Contacting the bridge, Lennier inquired how much longer it would take to reach Babylon 5.
“We are travelling at maximum speed through hyper space,” the ranger in command told him. “We will arrive at the space station in three hours.”
“Contact me when we are within communication range. I want to inform Dr. Franklin personally.”
“You can always send a deep space message and talk to the doctor directly.”
Lennier nodded his head, liking the idea. “I think I will do so.”
“You will have to come to the bridge though,” the ranger informed him.
“I am on my way.” Lennier terminated the connection. Addressing the human medic, he continued, “Please look over Marcus while I am gone.”
“Of course I will,” the young man said and smiled reassuringly.
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“What!” Stephen Franklin looked up from his paper work, irritated at the disturbance. Med lab had been uncharacteristically quiet and he’d wanted to use this opportunity to write down the results of the research he had done.
“I apologize for disturbing you, doctor, but this cannot wait.”
Stephen looked up hearing Lennier’s worried voice. “I thought you were on Minbar with Delenn.”
“I was, that is correct, but something unexpected has happened.” Lennier noticed Stephen’s sudden alert expression. “White Star 15 will arrive at Babylon 5 in three hours and I need your assistance.”
“Does the ship carry wounded?” Stephen pushed away the files he had been working on.
“Yes, it does. Marcus needs medical assistance.”
“Marcus? Just what happened on Minbar? I thought he was carrying out negotiations, not getting into fights. Well, considering we’re talking about Marcus I guess I should have expected this.”
“Marcus has been exposed to the Starfire,” Lennier told the doctor. “The energy burned his skin and eyes. The healers on Minbar lack skill and information to treat such an injury. That is why Delenn asked me to accompany Marcus back to Babylon 5.”
“Starfire?” Stephen had already started making notes. “What are his injuries?”
“Severe burns all over his body,” Lennier summarized, remembering what the medics had told him as he had arrived onboard. “His eyes are also badly damaged.”
“Understood.” Stephen started making calls to his med team. “I'll get med lab One ready for him and I'll meet you at the docking bay.” Locking eyes with Lennier, he wondered about the concern on the young Minbari’s face. “Don’t worry,” he said reassuringly. “I'll fix him up and he'll be getting himself in to trouble in no time.”
“I hope so,” Lennier replied in a soft tone. “I need to return to the medical facility now. Marcus cannot see and should he wake up I want to be there.”
“He’s unconscious then?”
“Yes, doctor.” Lennier swallowed hard and wondered if Franklin needed to know about Neroon and why Marcus had stepped inside the Starfire. No, it is not my place to tell anyone. This is an internal matter…
“Want me to inform the Captain?” Stephen read some of Lennier’s confusion in the Minbari’s eyes.
“Yes,” Lennier replied, eager to return to Marcus’ side.
“Consider it done.” Stephen fully realized Lennier wasn’t telling him the entire truth.
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“John?” Stephen had decided to make a personal call after finding out Ivanova had relieved Sheridan just one hour ago. Pressing the door chime, he waited for the Captain’s answer. At least he could now tell his friend that Delenn was fine. John had been acting oddly since she had left the station.
“Yes.” John leaned back into the comfort of his chair, indulging himself in a glass of wine. The door opened and he looked up questioningly, not expecting Franklin’s visit. “Is something wrong?” With Delenn?
“I just received a message from Lennier,” Stephen said, stepping into the Captain’s quarters. “Delenn is fine, but Marcus is in trouble and on his way back to the station. Apparently he’s wounded and his injuries require treatment the medics on Minbar can’t supply. The White Star will arrive in two hours.”
“Take a seat,” John said invitingly, relieved Delenn was unharmed. “What kind of injuries?”
“Burns.” Stephen sat down. “I want a straight line to med lab when he arrives.”
“Ivanova will have the elevator go straight to med lab One,” John promised. “Michael should also be told.”
“I already sent a message to Stationhouse.” Stephen drew in a deep breath, “Lennier was rather evasive when it came down to explaining Marcus’ injuries.”
“You know what Minbari are like.” John chuckled. “Even Delenn sometimes only tells me half-truths.”
“Yes, you're right. I’ve got to prepare med lab for Marcus’ arrival.”
“Keep me informed of his condition,” Sheridan instructed. “After all, he has become part of our little family here.”
“Too bad Susan doesn’t see it that way.” The words slipped from Stephen’s tongue and he looked up apologetically.
But John smiled knowingly. “Yes, it does look like our ranger has a crush on her.”
“What was it he said when we were locked up by the Vindrizi?” Stephen tried to remember his friend’s exact words. “I sense in her a key yet unturned.”
“Sounds like our Marcus all right.” Sheridan laughed warmly. “It’s a shame though that Susan won’t give him a chance. Marcus strikes me as a decent guy.”
“He is,” Stephen agreed. “Maybe I should tell Susan that Marcus has been injured?”
“Would it change her opinion of him?” Sheridan shook his head. “I don’t think so, but go ahead and try.”
“We’ll see.” Stephen said good-bye to the Captain. Standing outside in the corridor he wondered whether to head back to med lab or to C&C to tell Susan.
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Mind numbing pain slashed through his body and soul as he tried to open his eyes. Panicking, Marcus attempted to move his hands, but froze sensing the burning sensation the movement caused. His mind floated on the brink of consciousness, but now that he was almost awake he wanted to try and find out what was going on. The last thing he remembered was Neroon’s whispered apology.
He had tried explaining to his lover that he had made his decision, to stay at his side until death would separate them for all eternity, willingly. The pain, which had now awoken him, made him aware of the fact that somehow he had survived the Starfire.
“Marcus? If you can hear me, tell me.”
The voice sounded awfully familiar and his lips wanted to form a name, but they refused to co-operate. An incredible fatigue swept through him and he gave up addressing Lennier.
Confused, Lennier looked at the medic for an answer.
“I’m not sure he can hear you. Marcus is in a great deal of pain.”
“Marcus, I will just assume you can hear me.” Lennier smiled. “Neroon is fine, so is Delenn. You are onboard the White Star which is on route to Babylon 5. You sustained burns all over your body. Do not try to move.”
What is he talking about? Lennier’s presence calmed him down though and hearing Neroon’s name he felt relieved to learn that the warrior was alive. They had saved Delenn’s life after all. Shivering, an incredible sensation of heat engulfed his body. Lennier had mentioned burns. Was that why he felt on fire?
“Your eyes have been bandaged, that is why you cannot see at the moment, but I am certain Dr. Franklin knows how to treat these injuries.” Lennier had wanted to proceed, but a groan of misery emanating from Marcus’ lips silenced him.
“Len…” Was all Marcus managed to choke out, before he started to gag for air. His throat burned and his eyes… They hurt, burning right through their sockets.
Hearing Marcus’ voice, Lennier smiled relieved. “Do not give up, Marcus. Soon we will arrive at Babylon 5 and then…”
The young medic gave him a signal and Lennier got up from his chair to walk up to him.
“Try and let him rest,” the medic advised him.
Lennier nodded his head once. “I will,” he promised and returned to his friend’s side. “Sleep now, Marcus.” He wished Neroon were here in his place. Marcus needed the warrior like he needed Delenn.
Drained, Marcus surrendered to the burning darkness and slipped into unconsciousness again. Only one thought had prevailed during his waking moment. Neroon is alive…
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“Susan?” John hadn’t had a moment of rest since Stephen had told him about Marcus’ injuries. Finally, he’d decided Susan deserved to be warned beforehand. Maybe, just maybe, he could also probe her feelings towards the ranger.
“Captain?” Surprised, Ivanova looked him in the eyes. “Why are you here? I thought you wanted to get some sleep.”
“That was my original plan,” John admitted. “I need to speak to you in my office, now.”
“Yes, sir.” Susan raised an eyebrow. Something has happened… Why else come down here? “Lt. Corwin, you’re in charge of C&C. Contact me in case of an emergency only.”
Corwin swallowed hard. “Yes, Commander,” he mumbled and directed his attention back to the screen.
Ivanova followed the Captain into his office and remained standing in front of his desk, waiting for an explanation.
“Within the hour White Star 15 will arrive at the station. You will handle her with priority. Allow the ship to dock immediately.” Sheridan closely observed her.
“May I inquire why? It’s been hectic today, lots of ships are requesting to be treated with priority.” Ivanova sensed his unease. She straightened her shoulders, preparing herself for what was wrong.
“It’s a medical emergency,” John said hesitantly, realizing Stephen had been right. Susan would probably never again let someone in. “Marcus was injured on Minbar and requires medical attention.”
“Marcus?” she repeated stunned. “How did he end up injured while negotiating with the Minbari?” Delenn had told the staff why Marcus had left and she had paid no special attention to his departure.
“All I know is that the medics on Minbar can’t treat his injuries, so I take it they are quite severe.” Sheridan had watched her reaction and had noticed her well-hidden concern. “I know you don’t like him, but…”
“Don’t say it, sir,” Susan replied, understanding why he had wanted to talk to her in private. “Don’t.”
“I heard about those roses you flung at him.” Sheridan had grinned when Garibaldi and Franklin had told him of that incident.
“Stephen told me Marcus wanted a second chance with me.” Susan avoided looking in to his eyes. “But we would never work out, John. I don’t understand why Marcus can’t see that.”
Well, I got my answer. John remembered how hurt Susan had been when they had found out that Talia was a psi corps plant. It rendered her incapable of trusting people who want to get close to her, and Marcus is a potential threat because he really likes her. Sorry, Marcus, I tried my best.
Susan shot him a confused look, sensing some of his disappointment and realized the real reason why Sheridan had called her in here. He wants to know whether I’m interested in Marcus! “I need to return to C&C.”
The Captain nodded. “You’re dismissed.”
Susan left his office, but couldn’t shake off a distinct feeling of discomfort.
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“No, Delenn,” Neroon said firmly. “I won’t do it.” Feeling tired to the bone he got up from his chair and slowly paced the room. He was nicely recovering from being exposed to the Starfire, but his skin still felt brittle. They had been talking with the leaders of all Minbari clans for hours and now that they had left, Delenn had finally revealed her secret agenda. Neroon had always known she had one and now he had his answer.
“But the Grey Council needs you,” Delenn said again, equally tired and still recovering from being inside the Starfire wheel for so long. “Please reconsider and join the Council.”
“No, doing so would be a mistake,” Neroon replied determined. “I refuse.”
Delenn sighed, realizing she couldn’t force him, but… “Why refuse?”
“I do not belong with the Council.” Neroon walked over to the window and stared into the distance. His thoughts returned to Marcus’ green eyes. Accepting this calling meant saying good-bye to his lover and that was a price he wasn’t willing to pay. “I am a warrior, Delenn.”
“And yet you proclaimed your heart to be religious when you thought you were about to die,” she pointed out to him and wondered whether she had enough energy left to carry out this conversation. Both of them had had little time to rest as the three castes had looked to them to decide where to go from here.
“I could not let Shakiri win. That is why I said what I said.” Neroon pretended being entranced with something in the distance. This topic made him feel uncomfortable, but he realized one day he’d have to face his heart.
“Branmer changed his calling in time of war… You could do the same now that we've achieved peace.” Delenn smiled, realizing Neroon needed time to go through the change.
“No, let me be an Alit and look after my people. That is all I ask for.” Neroon turned to face her again, momentarily taken aback by the warmth in her eyes. “Let the worker caste chose their five members and I will chose the two members of the warrior caste as you demanded, but I won’t be one of them.”
Delenn finally nodded her head. “I will respect your wish, Neroon, but…” She slowly rose from the couch. Her skin tissue had already started to regenerate and so had Neroon’s. The redness had left her face and she was growing strong again. “In that case I demand you accept a different appointment.”
Neroon studied her and wondered what she was up to this time.
“The warrior caste needs a new leader now that Shakiri has been forced to resign. I think you would make a wise caste leader.” Delenn had chosen her words carefully.
“Delenn,” Neroon started, then reconsidered his answer. Marcus and I could be together if I accept. I will be my own master. “There is one condition though.”
“You want Marcus as your liaison?” It had never been her intention to keep the two men separated.
“Yes.” Neroon stared into her eyes, remembering how relieved he had been when Lennier had told them that Marcus had briefly regained consciousness during the trip back to Babylon 5. The fact that Marcus was no longer in a critical condition had given him hope. Neroon was still determined to leave for the space station the moment Delenn no longer needed him.
“That condition is acceptable.” She tried hiding her amusement. “You will need to make this officially known before traveling to Babylon 5, that you have accepted the position of warrior caste leader and about your relationship with Marcus."
“I will send a message to all clan leaders,” Neroon agreed. Several older warriors had already expressed their hope to see him succeed Shakiri who had lost their respect after his cowardice in the temple of Varenni. Their reaction to finding out that Marcus was his official mate had surprised him. Although they had looked at him stunned, there had hardly been any rejection in their eyes.
“I will arrange for a White Star to take you to Babylon 5,” Delenn offered and went to stand beside him. “I am glad we managed to settle all our differences. Together we can guide our people.”
Neroon nodded his head once. “I am pleased too, though I wish it had not been necessary for Marcus to pay this price.” Looking up at Delenn, he saw his own concern reflected in her now soft eyes. “The medics told me they fear Marcus has lost his eyesight.”
“I pray to Valen that they are mistaken. I have faith in Dr. Franklin.”
“Please excuse me now. I have to send that message and I am eager to depart. I miss Marcus and need to know he will recover.”
“Then go.” Delenn bowed respectfully, “And may Valen look after the both of you.”
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“Stephen, wait for me!” Michael Garibaldi sped up to join the doctor.
“I don’t have much time!” Stephen impatiently gestured the orderly who pushed the gurney to move faster. The White Star had reported in and had been directed to one of the docking bays at once. They had arrived ahead of schedule and Stephen wished Marcus were already in med lab so he could examine the ranger.
“I need to talk to you about Marcus.” Michael fell into step beside the doctor. “Susan told me he was wounded?”
“I sent you a message as well,” Stephen remarked and sighed relieved as they reached their destination.
“Yeah, they told me.” Michael looked about. They were alone. “How badly is Cole injured?”
“I need to run scans on him first to be certain, but Lennier sounded worried.” Stephen kept a close eye on the bay doors, wanting to get started on his friend the moment they arrived.
“I've cleared the corridors for you. You’ve got a direct route to med lab.” Garibaldi studied his surroundings and felt uncomfortable. He hated surprises, especially bad ones.
“I’m surprised Susan would mention this to you.” Stephen grew impatient. Why was it taking them this long?
“She sounded concerned too.” Garibaldi stepped aside the moment the doors opened to reveal Lennier.
“Any new developments?” Stephen asked while a ranger carried Marcus outside to carefully place his load on the gurney. A medic appeared, carrying the plastic bag Marcus’ IV was attached to and the young man placed it beside the ranger on the bed.
“He’s stabilizing,” the medic said and handed Stephen Marcus’ chart. “But I’m worried about his eyes.”
“I’ll have a look at them before starting the scans,” Stephen promised. Flanked by Lennier and Garibaldi, they quickly walked through the now deserted corridors of Babylon 5.
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It only took them 10 minutes to reach med lab One and Stephen ordered his team to begin several tests and scans on the ranger while examining Marcus’ damaged eyes himself. “It’s bad.”
“I did all I could,” the young medic informed him.
“You did well.” Stephen examined Marcus’ facial skin, “We’ll have to get rid of that beard.” He gestured to one of his assistants and together they removed the last remnants of the scorched beard. “Luckily his scalp is in a better shape.”
“I’ve got to return to the ship,” the medic said apologetically.
“I’ll take care of him.” Stephen focused again on his patient. He’d forgotten about Garibaldi who was watching through one of the corridor windows.
“Shit,” Michael cursed, seeing the shape Marcus was in. He’d never expected the ranger to be this severely wounded.
“Get Dr. Hobbes in here.” Stephen removed the protective blanket to study the burns. “The balm is starting to work.” He ran a medical scanner over Marcus’ body.
“Stephen?” Lillian Hobbes entered the sterile room and hissed, seeing the burns on Marcus’ body.
“We need to apply that balm regularly and then wrap him in to the blanket again. I want you to start a second IV. He needs more than just fluids.” Stephen wrote down the names of the meds he wanted to intravenously feed to the ranger.
“I will see to it,” Lillian replied firmly.
“His eyes worry me most.” Stephen pulled back one eyelid. Addressing one of his assistants he said, “Give me a solution of Portolin and Vantox, 20 %. I need to wash his eyes.”
The assistant rushed off to get the meds and Stephen looked up. Susan had joined the Chief of security and he briefly wondered about her reasons for coming down here.
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“It’s bad, isn’t it. Michael?” Ivanova watched Stephen bark his orders.
“I’m afraid so.” Garibaldi shot her an inquisitive look. “Why are you here? I thought you couldn’t stand the pain in the ass?”
Susan remained silent, uncertain how to answer that question. “He’s one of us now, Michael and I’d hate to see him die.”
Her openness shocked them both and silence hung heavy in the corridor while they watched Stephen try and undo most of the damage the Starfire had done.
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Hooked up to machinery and monitors Marcus looked helpless and vulnerable, but Stephen knew his patient would survive. Moments ago he had wrapped Marcus up in the protective blanket and a few burns already started to lose their intense red color. “You scared me for a moment, Marcus,” he told his unconscious patient, “But you won’t lose your eyesight.”
“I am relieved to hear that.” Lennier slowly entered the room.
Stephen looked up from his notes and noticed the restlessness in Lennier’s eyes.
“I only came here to inform you of my departure. I am leaving for Minbar again.” His desire to return to Delenn had won out.
“In that case you can tell Delenn that Marcus will recover.” Stephen placed the notes on Marcus’ bed and walked up to Lennier. “You did the right thing."
Lennier smiled weakly, remembering it had been his call to send Marcus to the White Star for medical treatment in the first place. “Is Marcus asleep or unconscious?”
“Hovering between the both of them,” Stephen replied. “I hope he’ll regain consciousness within the next hour.”
“Please tell him I am sorry I could not stay longer. I pray to Valen he will recover.”
“I will.” Stephen wanted to ask Lennier a few questions, but the young Minbari suddenly bowed and left the room. Did I imagine it or did he look ashamed? Stephen wondered why, but then concentrated on his patient again. The readings indicated the ranger had stabilized and Stephen released a satisfied sigh. “You’ll be in here for quite some time, but you’ll be driving me nuts eventually.” The thought comforted, even pleased him and only now he realized he had missed having Marcus around driving him crazy.
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Garibaldi wiped the sweat from his brow. Damn Minbari! He cursed privately as he established a connection to med lab, knowing Stephen would probably spend the night there to be close in case something went wrong with Marcus.
“You'd better have a good reason for waking me up!” Stephen snarled fatigued, realizing he had only been asleep for two hours.
“I’ve got a problem and now that Lennier has left I hoped you might help me,” Garibaldi kept a close eye on the Minbari warrior who glared at him with bared teeth. “Can I come down to med lab with a… visitor?”
“If you have to!” Stephen sat up. “Let me guess… This has got something to do with Marcus?”
“Oh yes, I think so.” Garibaldi gestured the guards to follow him while closely monitoring their newly arrived ‘guest’.
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Stephen had dressed and impatiently waited for the Chief to show up, only interested in returning to his bed. He had made a stop at Marcus’ room, but the ranger was soundly asleep and no longer unconscious.
“Stephen?”
“What’s this all about, Michael?” Stephen saw that the Chief hadn’t come here on his own. Two guards aimed their PPG’s at a Minbari warrior.
“He showed up at customs, without any identity papers, demanding to be taken to Marcus Cole.” Garibaldi told the guards to lower their guns. The Minbari had calmed down since they had entered med lab and only now did the Chief realize that the opened door offered the warrior a view of Marcus’ room.
“You can’t see him,” Stephen said, addressing the Minbari and hoped the man understood Standard. “He’s badly wounded.”
“I know,” the Minbari replied and ignored Garibaldi’s stunned look.
“He speaks Standard!” Garibaldi said flabbergasted. “And all this time he remains mute when I ask him a question! So what’s the deal here?”
“I am here to guard the Anla’Shok’s life.”
“The what?” Stephen said questioningly.
“Hold on, I know the answer to that one,” Susan said, stepping into the corridor. The moment C&C had been informed of the uproar the Minbari had created she had decided to check on the matter herself. She wasn’t sure why she’d felt the need to come to med lab, but instinctively she had known to follow the hunch. “Anla’Shok means ranger.”
“Why would a Minbari warrior want to guard a human’s life?” Garibaldi told his guards to back off.
“He cannot remain unprotected.”
“Hold on and let’s start all over again,” Susan said.” What’s your name?”
“I am Matham, a member of Alit Neroon’s personal guards.”
“Neroon,” Michael whispered the name, remembering all the trouble the Minbari had caused on the station.
“While we sort this out, I suggest you guys wait here. I need to check on Marcus first.” Stephen didn’t wait for an answer and left the group, afraid their argument would awaken or trouble his patient.
“I will stay here, close to him.” Matham observed Marcus through a window. “Alit Neroon sent me here and I will carry out his orders.”
Susan and Garibaldi exchanged a look. “Why is Neroon this concerned for Marcus?” She vividly remembered Neroon beating up the ranger one year ago.
“He wants to ensure his mate’s safety…”
“What?” Garibaldi and Susan exclaimed at the same time. “His mate?”
“That’s it!” Stephen said, annoyed at the noise. “Get out of the corridor and in to the waiting area!”
Baffled, Susan nodded her head. Garibaldi gestured Matham to tag along.
The warrior protested briefly but then realized he would attain his goal quicker be being co-operative.
“I’ll join you in a sec,” Susan said. “Stephen needs to know this too.”
“Don’t take too long.” Garibaldi tried accepting the answer Matham had given them. Neroon’s mate? Does that mean Marcus and Neroon are lovers? Well, it has to.
“I told you Marcus needs rest and you…” Stephen started, then grew silent seeing Susan’s big eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“Do you know Neroon? No, you were on walkabout when this happened.”
Suddenly, Stephen realized why the name Neroon had sounded that damn familiar. “I know the name… from reading Marcus’ file. It’s the Minbari who fought him in Down Below.”
“Yes.” Susan smiled at Marcus, who was fast asleep. “Neroon almost killed him.”
“So why does he want his guard to watch over Marcus?” After checking the IV’s he was finally assured Marcus’ sleep hadn’t been disturbed by the argument outside.
“Matham told us Marcus is Neroon’s mate.”
“His mate?” Stephen raised an eyebrow.
“I don’t get it.” Susan moved closer to Marcus’ bed to study him. “What happened on Minbar? Why would Marcus go along with this? I never knew he was attracted to men!”
“Neither did I,” Stephen admitted and pulled up the blanket. He felt hesitant to speak these next words, but if what Susan had said was the truth… “He told me he was in love with you.”
Susan bowed her head. “I suspected as much.”
“And you’re not interested in him?” Stephen had to know her answer.
“No, I’m not interested in getting into another relationship, period. But to choose Neroon…” Suddenly she locked eyes with Stephen. “Marcus once told me he was a virgin.”
“Probably hoping you’d deflower him.” Stephen didn’t know whether to feel happy or sad.
“Now what?” Susan asked, considering her options.
“Too bad Lennier already left.” Stephen made a note of the time in Marcus’ file and fed the ranger the meds he needed to recover. “And Delenn seems unreachable too.”
“Why would this Minbari warrior lie?” Susan shrugged her shoulders, “We don’t know what happened on Minbar, but Neroon?”
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Marcus’ foggy brain reacted instinctively to hearing that name. After struggling through his delirious dreams he woke up in complete darkness. Dark… cold… hot… dark… cold… hot… Marcus’ confused thoughts ran in endless circles and he desperately tried to stay on top of them, clinging to Neroon’s name in the belief that it would keep him from drowning. Lennier’s soft voice still echoed in his ears, telling him Neroon and Delenn had survived the Starfire and were all right. He didn’t know whom to thank for that, God or Valen. Maybe both of them, he thought strangely calm, constructing his first coherent sentence since losing consciousness inside the wheel. Two other voices hovered close to the edges of his consciousness and he tried identifying them. A man and a woman… they sound awfully familiar…
Remembering Lennier telling him that his eyes had been damaged and bandaged, he didn’t try to open them. He was certain that the medics would do their best to heal his injuries. Panic receded and calm returned instead. Neroon had once accused him that he lacked faith and he was now determined to show the warrior had been wrong in the past. But how to point out to the people present that he had regained consciousness? A muffled moan left his lips and he realized it was all the sound he was capable of making. Please, I’m awake…
Stephen and Susan heard the pitiful sound and immediately ended their conversation. “Marcus?” Stephen said in a soft tone. “Can you hear me?”
Another choked groan left his burned lips and Marcus felt incredibly relieved as he finally recognized one of the voices. Stephen! He tried reaching out with one hand.
“Don’t do that,” Stephen chided him, seeing the hesitant movement underneath the blanket. “Don’t try to move, Marcus. All I want you to do, is rest.”
Marcus ceased his attempt at once, but felt terribly isolated. Tell me what happened after I stepped inside the wheel, he pleaded mentally, wishing Stephen heard him.
Stephen didn’t, but Susan caught the echo of his thoughts, focused as she he been on Marcus. “You’re in med lab, Marcus,” she said and briefly locked eyes with the doctor. She couldn’t tell him what she had sensed in his mind. “Lennier brought you here and left for Minbar again. Stephen has started treatment.”
“Yes, right,” Stephen said, realizing what Susan wanted him to do. “I rinsed your eyes. We will have to do that every four hours. You won’t be able to see for a few days, but once the tissue has recovered you will regain your normal eyesight.”
Both noticed the relieved sigh and Stephen smiled. “The burns will also heal with time. What have you been up to, Marcus? We can’t leave you alone for a week! I should have known you would get yourself in trouble!”
Sorry for upsetting you, Marcus thought, but had never felt more relieved before. Lennier accompanied me? He would only do that if Delenn was fine and Marcus relaxed in spite of the nagging pain in his eyes.
Susan turned away from the ranger, trying to compose herself. “I’ll update the Captain,” she said, eager to get away from Marcus whose emotions were all over the place. She sensed his gratitude for her coming down here as he finally realized she must care for him no matter what she wanted him to believe.
Stephen heard the odd tone to her voice, but decided not to make a remark. Maybe Susan would one day be able to start trusting people again, at least he hoped so. “I’m sure John will be delighted to hear the good news.”
Susan quickly left the room, almost fleeing Marcus’ presence.
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“Are you in pain?” Stephen checked the latest readings. He desperately wanted to ask Marcus about Neroon, but realized it had to wait until the ranger had started to truly recover.
“No…” Marcus twitched as his throat protested the vocalisation of his thoughts.
“Easy, Marcus.” Stephen walked over to the IV that controlled his patient’s pain medication. I should increase it. He adjusted the dose. “Why are you lying to me?”
Carefully drawing in breath, Marcus grew cosy and warm as the pain medication swept through his body. Tempted to try and speak again he was about to reply as Stephen addressed him instead.
“Oh no! You’re going to be quiet. Must be hard on you,” the doctor said, trying to make Marcus relax. “Usually you’re the one babbling all the time.”
Mentally, Marcus smiled hearing that remark. His facial muscles refused to co-operate and he had to give in to Stephen’s demand to remain quiet.
“Listen to my advice and try to sleep or at least rest. I’ll be close all the time.” Observing the ranger’s regular breathing he knew the meds had kicked in. Making a mental note to wash Marcus’ eyes with a special solution in two hours, he watched his patient a little longer until he was sure that Marcus had fallen asleep again. Then he retreated from the room to talk to Matham.
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Garibaldi paced the waiting area while keeping an eye on Matham. He had dismissed the guards as he had realized that the Minbari presented no danger to the station. Questions burned his lips, but he tried to control his curiosity. How the hell did Neroon convince Marcus to go along with this?
“How much longer do I have to stay in here?" Matham asked in a calm tone.
“As long as I think it’s necessary.” The warrior had politely refused to sit down and now stood watching the door. Michael was about to ask Matham some questions as Stephen entered the room.
“I want answers,” the doctor said determinedly and exchanged a look with Garibaldi.
“Then ask me questions,” Matham said, amused. Alit Neroon had warned him that humans were hard to understand and he was inclined to agree with the Alit’s point of view. Why wouldn’t they allow him to guard Marcus’ room?
“One,” Stephen started, “Since when is Marcus Neroon’s mate? When he left the station one week ago he wasn’t involved with Neroon.”
“It happened at Tuzanor. Alit Neroon confessed his attraction to the Anla’Shok and Marcus accepted the commitment.”
“That doesn’t sound like our Marcus,” Garibaldi remarked, but the Minbari returned his stare without hesitance.
Matham considered his answer. “Alit Neroon said… that the Anla’Shok had greatly changed, that Marcus Cole accepted things which he had been running away from. Except for that, I can offer you no other explanation.”
Stephen shrugged his shoulders, suddenly awfully tired. “I’ll try contacting Lennier or Delenn.”
Garibaldi nodded his head in approval. “I’ll do that.You'd better focus on our patient.”
“Can I take up position now?” Matham wanted to know.
“As long as you keep out of my way and don’t hamper the medical staff.” Stephen gave in, realizing Matham wouldn’t take no for an answer.
“Thank you.” Matham started to walk towards the corridor as Stephen’s voice called him back.
“One more question,” the doctor said. “What’s this Starfire Lennier mentioned and why was Marcus exposed to it?”
Torn, Matham wondered about his reply. He couldn’t tell these humans about the wheel, Valen’s appearance or Shakiri’s fall from grace. “He saved Delenn’s life. His injuries are a testimony to his courage.”
Disliking the evasive answer, Stephen knew better than to try again. It was obviously a half-truth and Matham wouldn’t tell them the entire truth. “I’ll walk you to his room.”
“I’ll keep an eye on our Minbari friend.” Garibaldi noticed Matham’s amused glance. I hate Minbari warriors. They’re trouble!
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“Captain?”
Sheridan blindly grabbed his link and tapped it. “Sheridan go.”
“I’ve got an incoming message for you from Minbar you might be interested in,” Ivanova said, teasingly.
“Patch it through.” Sheridan hauled his tired body out of bed to walk over to the Babcom console. He had hardly opened his eyes as it suddenly flashed alive. “Delenn.” He tried to smile.
“John, did I wake you? I am sorry.” She gave him a lovely smile.
“Had to get up in…” Checking the time he moaned, “Two hours anyway.”
“I will make this short so you can return to sleep.”
“What the hell happened to Marcus?” Sheridan only then realized Delenn had traveled back to Minbar to settle the civil war. “And what about the war?”
“The war has come to an end. We will rebuild the trust and our cities,” Delenn replied, touched that his first concern had been for Marcus. “And Marcus…” Her voice trailed off as she tried to find the best way to tell John. “Marcus found acceptance and love in Neroon’s arms.”
“So it’s true?” Sheridan said perplexed. Susan had informed him of Matham’s sudden appearance on the station and the Minbari’s statement that he was here to ensure Marcus’ safety, being Neroon’s mate.
“Yes, it is true.” Delenn smiled seeing his bewilderment. “Do not ask me how this relationship came about, because I do not know the answer. It simply happened.”
“This Minbari warrior called Matham claims Neroon sent him here to watch over Marcus.”
“That is also true,” Delenn replied. “Has Marcus’ condition improved?”
“Stephen thinks so. Marcus should be fine in a few weeks.”
Pleased to hear this particular news, Delenn’s smile brightened. “I should warn you. Neroon is also on his way to Babylon 5. I wish I could have joined him, but my people need me.” She still had to officially proclaim that a new Grey Council had been formed and the castes still looked to her for guidance.
Sheridan suddenly grinned. “Marcus and Neroon… who would have guessed…” He remembered Neroon throwing a bloody pike at Delenn’s feet. Returning to the present, he took in Delenn’s face which still bore burns similar to the ranger’s. “You were also injured!”
“Barely.” She dismissed the remark. Her strength had returned and only her skin recovered slowly. “I miss you, John.”
“And I miss you,” Sheridan confessed. “When will you return to the station?”
“That is hard to say,” Delenn paused. “When everything goes according to plan within a week perhaps.”
“Another week without you?” John moaned and loved the way her eyes suddenly sparkled.
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“I just got word from the Captain.” Garibaldi sat down and rested his feet on Franklin’s desk. “It’s official. Turns out Delenn performed some kind of ceremony and now Marcus and Neroon are officially… married.” He grinned wickedly and quickly removed his feet before Stephen could sweep them off his desk.
“Matham told me the same thing,” Stephen replied fatigued. “I need to rinse Marcus’ eyes and apply the balm again. And then… hopefully I’ll get a chance to get some sleep.”
“Anything I can do to help?” Garibaldi offered.
“No, thanks.” Stephen walked over to the door, but stopped before stepping into the corridor. “What do you think, Michael…”
“About Marcus and Neroon? I don’t know. I’ve seen many strange things since I got stationed here, like Delenn becoming half human. Who are we to say it won’t work?”
“I guess you’re right.”
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Matham had taken up position in the corridor, standing in front of Marcus’ door and stepped aside as Doctor Franklin approached.
“Actually, you can assist me.” Most of his assistants were still asleep and the night nurse was busy attending to another patient.
“Of course.” Matham followed the doctor inside. “What must I do?”
“I’ve got to rinse his eyes, that might hurt a little.” Stephen placed the syringe next to the bed on a small table. Clean surgical bandages followed and soon Stephen was ready to start. “I want you to restrain him if necessary. I don’t want him moving about and putting extra pressure on his burns.”
Matham nodded, indicating he understood. He had seen warriors wounded in battle before and had helped the healers a few times.
“I need to wake him first.” Stephen checked the content of the IV’s. The pain medication was still dripping into Marcus’ bloodstream. “Marcus? Wake up. I’ve got to examine your eyes.”
Marcus stirred. Stephen? He recognized the voice and tried to reply, but his throat clamped shut.
The readings told Stephen Marcus was awake. “Rinsing your eyes might be uncomfortable, but try holding still, Marcus.”
I’ll try, Marcus promised privately. His hearing told him that a second person was present in the room and he wanted to know who it was. As a moan fled his lips he hoped Stephen understood his silent plea.
“Matham?” Stephen began cutting away the bandages that covered Marcus’ eyes.
Matham? Does that mean Neroon is still keeping an eye on me even though he isn’t here? The thought soothed him.
As Stephen removed the bandages the doctor’s face contorted briefly, seeing the ugly puss, which had formed in Marcus’ eyes.
Marcus sensed the bandages were gone and tried opening his eyes, but found it was impossible. Something pushed them shut.
“This may hurt,” Stephen warned his patient as half of the rinsing solution washed over Marcus’ left eye.
The ranger tensed and bit his lip due to the pain. Thanks for the warning! He cursed privately.
“This will be done in a few minutes.” Stephen carefully removed the puss from the ranger’s eye. Subjecting the right eye to the same treatment, Marcus trembled underneath his hands. “In a few days you will able to see again.”
Matham remained composed, but had also noticed Marcus’ reaction to the treatment. The Anla’Shok was in pain.
Trying some of Sech Turval’s mantras, Marcus managed to focus on his inner voice, which told him to trust Stephen. Pain was something he could control and while reciting the words the Minbari teacher had once taught him, Marcus managed to disconnect mind and body. He still heard Stephen’s calming voice, but no longer felt any pain. I never before managed to attain this level. He wondered what Sech Turval would say should he ever learn about his latest achievement.
Finally finished, Stephen covered Marcus’ eyes with new bandages and disposed of the now dirty solution. “I’m done for now,” Stephen informed his patient and realized he still had to apply the balm. But I’m not going to put you through the pain again. He hadn’t wanted to put the ranger out, but now realized it was the right thing to do. “Now don’t get startled,” he told Marcus and locked eyes with Matham, who closely monitored his every move. “I’m going to put you to sleep before applying the balm again.” He injected the sleeping meds into the IV port.
Fine with me, Marcus thought exhausted. Meditation had used up his last energy reserves and he gladly welcomed the soothing sleep, which now sneaked up on him. Maybe I’ll dream of Neroon.
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The next twelve hours passed by relatively uneventfully. Stephen spent most of his time in med lab tending to Marcus' needs and continued to rinse his eyes while the ranger was asleep. Matham's presence no longer bothered him and Stephen was optimistic concerning Marcus' recovery.
Garibaldi had checked on Matham a few times but Stephen had assured the Chief that the Minbari wasn't causing any problems and Garibaldi had quickly returned to Stationhouse. Stephen was relieved to see Michael leave and finally med lab calmed down.
As Michael arrived in Stationhouse he found a message from the Captain, telling him to expect Neroon to show up on the station shortly and to arrange guest quarters for the Minbari warrior. Garibaldi was thankful for the warning and informed his guards to look out for Neroon. Unfortunately Sheridan couldn't tell him when to expect Neroon and Garibaldi mentally prepared himself for another confrontation with the warrior, remembering their forced alliance when they had searched the station for Branmer's vanished body. He didn't look forward to meeting the warrior again.
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Stephen was in the process of updating Marcus' medical file when the readings warned him that his patient was waking up. The sleeping meds had lost their effect and Stephen immediately walked over to the bed. "Marcus? Feeling any better yet?" The balm definitely showed an encouraging effect and the burns looked far less aggressive than before.
"Yes." Marcus noticed that his throat didn't ache that badly any more. "Water?"
"Let's see if you can handle fluids." Stephen complied and while gently supporting his patient's head allowed Marcus to take small sips from a glass of water.
It took Marcus long moments to empty the glass, but the wet, soothing sensation that slid down his throat made him sigh. Feeling more alert than the first time he had been awake, he focused on his body and found that certain areas ached more than others. His hands were particularly bad and he felt slightly embarrassed when he realized Stephen had found it necessary to hook him up to a catheter. Resigned, he accepted its uncomfortable presence.
"You've been asleep for thirteen hours." Stephen disposed of the now empty glass. Next, he pulled up a chair and sat down to study his patient. "Do your eyes still hurt?"
"Sting... ing... pain." Marcus moaned, relieved he could speak again.
"That's understandable. This Starfire, whatever it is, attacked the tissue quite aggressively. It needs time to recover. Do you want more water?"
"Yes." His throat felt like sand and he craved the return of moisture alleviating the pain.
"Small sips only," the doctor instructed and repeated the procedure. It was time to inform his patient of his present condition now that Marcus appeared lucid. "You're still hooked up to two IV's, one feeds you fluids, the other meds. We have to renew the balm on your skin every five hours and I'll continue to rinse your eyes once every four."
Carefully, Marcus leaned back into the comfort of the bed after he'd had a second glass of water.
"But it's good to see you're with us again! Lennier was really concerned when he brought you in."
"You?" Marcus hoped Stephen understood the question, which he couldn't finish due to fatigue.
"I was concerned as well, Marcus, but no longer. I know you'll make it. You're no longer critical. You'll be back on your feet in a few weeks." Stephen pulled back the blanket to study the burns.
Marcus succeeded in moving his hand, ignoring the ache that washed through him and reached out in the direction Stephen's voice was coming from. "Thanks."
"I told you not to move, Marcus..." Stephen gently pushed the ranger's hand back underneath the blanket. "I thought you had learned to follow orders during your ranger training."
Cautiously Marcus smiled weakly, but cringed at the pain that emanated from his still damaged skin tissue. "Still... trying... to learn... obedience..."
Stephen laughed warmly hearing that comment. "I missed you bugging me," he confessed and chuckled. Maybe the time was right to ask Marcus about Neroon. Casting a glance at Matham, Stephen realized the Minbari's eyes never left Marcus' form. "Is there anything you want to tell me, Marcus?"
"What?" Marcus wondered what Stephen wanted to know.
"Like why you didn't invite me to your wedding?" Stephen knew he probably shouldn't tease Marcus like this, but he was too damn curious to find out what had happened on Minbar.
"Oh... that..." Marcus was grateful that the burns hid his flustered face. "Neroon... took... me by... surprise... didn't... see it... coming... either."
"You surprised us too. When Matham showed up we thought he was lying, but then Delenn confirmed his statement."
Marcus wished he could see Stephen's facial expression and cursed his damaged eyes. "How long... must I... stay here?"
"A few weeks." Stephen decided to let Marcus off the hook. "So, do you love Neroon?"
"Yes."
"I'm glad you found love, Marcus, but I thought you had a crush on Susan?" Observing Marcus' readings, he realized his friend was calm and felt comfortable discussing this subject, even if Marcus reacted a bit nervously.
"Susan... can't love... me back..." I do hope she'll one day find someone who will make her face her past, like Neroon did for me. She deserves happiness.
"Neroon is on his way to the station," Stephen informed him and rose to his feet.
A weak smile formed on Marcus' face. "He... misses... my charming... company." Exhausted, he realized he'd reached his limit. Speaking drained him and he wanted to sleep again.
"The Captain wants to talk to you. I'll tell him to come down here in two hours. Rest in the meantime." Marcus' recovery process had started and knowing Neroon was on his way would probably encourage the ranger to hang on and co-operate to the best of his ability.
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Neroon slowly paced the command center of his war cruiser. Delenn had offered him passage on the White Star, but he had politely declined. Right now he needed a crew he could trust and a familiar environment to make him relax. Clasping his hands, he realized normal his skin color and texture had returned. Although he still felt fatigued his old stamina had also returned quickly. Unsettling memories of Marcus' scorched skin still tortured his mind and he wished the ship were capable of an even higher speed. But it had reached maximum speed and all he could do was impatiently pace the room.
"Alit, incoming message."
He quickly spun around, his attention now focused on the young warrior handling communication. "Origin?"
"Babylon 5," the youngster replied and made way for his Alit.
"Patch it through to my private quarters." He quickly left the bridge. He had barely arrived at his quarters when the message was patched through. The face the screen revealed was unknown to him.
"Neroon?"
"Yes, and you are...?"
"I'm Stephen Franklin, head of med lab. I'm treating Marcus' injuries." Curious, Stephen took in Neroon's appearance. Wow, he thought impressed. Guess we got Marcus' preferences all wrong! Neroon's inquisitive stare made him nervous and he realized this man was someone to reckon with.
"Has Marcus made any progress yet?"
Stephen marveled at the way the Minbari's eyes suddenly softened when speaking Marcus' name. Looks like he genuinely cares for our ranger. No one could act this convincingly without truly being in love. Then he remembered Neroon's question. "Yes, he has. The burns will hamper him for some time, but will heal with proper treatment. His skin tissue is already starting to regenerate."
"What about his eyes? The medics onboard the White Star feared he might lose his eyesight."
Surprised that the Minbari showed his concern so openly, Stephen smiled reassuringly. "I'm rinsing his eyes every four hours and I'm confident there'll be no permanent damage."
"Marcus will make a full recovery then?" Neroon knew his relief was audible in his tone, but he didn't care.
"Eventually yes, but it'll take him several weeks to recover from this 'Starfire'." Stephen watched Neroon's reaction and realized that the man's eyes only radiated relief and affection when talking about Marcus.
"It was a most unfortunate incident, but he saved Delenn's life by doing so."
"When will you arrive at the station?"
Neroon quickly checked the ship's position. "In thirty-six standard hours."
"I'll inform security and customs of your arrival. A guard will bring you directly to med lab."
"I appreciate that gesture." Neroon inclined his head. "Please accept my gratitude for taking care of Marcus."
Stephen grinned. "I consider Marcus a good friend, Neroon. I'll take care of him."
"A good friend," Neroon repeated pleased. "Marcus needs friends more than he realizes. I am glad you are at his side."
Stephen didn't know how to reply and simply smiled as he terminated the connection. Walking back to Marcus' room he realized he liked the way Neroon had shown his concern for the ranger. Maybe he could grow to like the Minbari.
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Hearing footfalls, Marcus tried to cock his head to find out who had entered the room. By now he had realized that Matham was guarding the door. "Who's... there?" He cursed the fact that his eyes were useless.
"It's only me. I just talked to Neroon."
"And?" Marcus fought hard to keep still in bed, knowing moving around would only cause him discomfort.
"I think I like him," Stephen said teasingly. "He's concerned about your eyes, but I managed to reassure him you'll be fine, eventually. I have to check the catheter bag" He replaced it with a new one.
"I hate those."
"I know you do, but you can't leave your bed." The doctor checked Marcus' right hand and was pleased to see that the skin was slowly returning to its normal skin tone. "Is it true that you and Neroon are married?"
"Yes," Marcus replied, feeling stronger now that the balm and meds were deploying their effects. "Why? Are... you jealous?"
Stephen grinned hearing that teasing tone. "Sounds like you're feel better already."
"You didn't... answer... my question," Marcus regretted not being able to see Franklin's face.
"Of course I'm jealous!" Stephen said jokingly. "But Neroon got to you first, didn't he? I will bear my loss!"
Marcus laughed and immediately knew it had been the wrong thing to do. His body burned and especially the pain stinging his face was bad.
"Stephen?"
Franklin looked up and smiled seeing Matham preventing Sheridan from entering the room. "It's okay, Matham."
Matham stepped aside, but closely observed every move the Captain made. Neroon would be howling mad should anything bad happen to Marcus.
"It's the Captain," Stephen told Marcus.
"Captain..." Marcus said fatigued. "What... can I do... for you?"
"I just wanted to see for myself that you're recovering, Marcus. Delenn is quite worried about you." Sheridan had heard part of their verbal bantering as he had walked down the corridor and was now reassured that Marcus would recover.
"Why... is every... one... worried?" Marcus wanted to shake his head, but stopped himself just in time.
"Perhaps because they like you?" Stephen interjected, amused.
"Must be... it," Marcus replied in a similar tone. "Any news... about Entil'Zha?"
"She looked fine to me," Sheridan said. "She's busy rebuilding something she referred to as the Grey Council?"
Marcus heard the answer, but was too tired to reply and began to doze off.
Stephen noticed his patient's calm and regular breathing and walked over to the Captain. "He has fallen asleep."
"How long will he have to remain in med lab?" Sheridan had seen footage from the security cams. Marcus had looked bad when he had come onboard. "The burns don't look that bad any more."
"The balm is working..." Stephen remarked. "How long? My guess is one or two weeks at least. Neroon's presence might speed up his recovery."
"Yes, I heard you contacted him." Sheridan remembered the warrior crashing in on Delenn's ceremony and couldn't forget the expression Neroon's face had born. It had been a mix of pure hatred and complete defeat. "Michael will escort Neroon to med lab."
After making sure Marcus was soundly asleep Stephen gestured the Captain to leave the room with him. "Marcus needs sleep."
"I'll return to my office. Keep me updated," Sheridan ordered.
"I will. You know, John, I'm really curious to meet Neroon, see what kind of man he is."
John shivered slightly. "I met him, Stephen. Let's hope he has changed. The last time he was here he tried to kill Delenn and almost beat Marcus to death."
"He must have changed," Stephen remarked, thinking aloud. "I don't think Marcus could love the man you just described."
"We'll see."
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"Let's have a look at those eyes of yours." Stephen hoped rinsing them with this special solution had paid off. Marcus had been asleep most of these last thirty hours and Stephen knew that was a good sign. Asleep, the ranger's body could concentrate on the healing process. But now that Marcus had finally woken up he seemed rested and... most annoying.
"Come on, Stephen, just admit that's just an excuse to look deeply into my sparkling eyes."
"Hey, you're married now! You don't want to anger Neroon!" Stephen shot his patient a grin. "I wonder how Neroon deals with your irritating sense of wit."
"Neroon loves my sense of humor!" Marcus remarked teasingly, while biting his lips as Stephen carefully removed the bandages.
The doctor had told the computer to dim the lights, hoping his patient's eyes had recovered enough for Marcus to try finding out what his vision was like. "I'm going to rinse them one more time... Results look encouraging." Taking hold of the syringe he said, "Open your eyes, Marcus, but do it slowly!"
The ranger obeyed and was relieved when the stinging pain didn't return. Peeking through half closed eyelids, he only saw shadows in the room.
"Don't worry, your eyesight will improve," Stephen assured him, noticing the confused look on his patient's face. "Can you see anything at all?"
"You're a big shadow," Marcus mumbled taken aback.
"Okay, so you can identify forms. The rest will come later. Maybe I can leave the bandages off from now on, but you'll have to wear special, protective glasses instead... all the time!"
"I will," Marcus promised, unwilling to return to complete darkness. As the solution washed over his eyes he noticed that it didn't hurt that much any longer. A weak smile formed on his face.
"What's so funny?" Stephen asked, while tending to the other eye.
"I never thought I would survive the Starfire."
"I've been meaning to ask you about that. What the hell is this Starfire?"
Marcus' smile froze, remembering the unbelievable pressure which had kept him down after he had handed Delenn to Lennier. "Some kind of energy beam." Slowly he shrugged his shoulders and his smile broadened as the movement only bore him discomfort but no pain. "Delenn was inside its beam and Neroon and I had to get her out of it."
"Marcus," Stephen shook his head. "I'm not going to ask why Delenn was in there, but you'd better stay away from it in future. It could have killed you!"
How could he explain to Stephen that Neroon and he had stepped in there knowing they would probably die? He decided not to try to explain. "When I can I get out of bed?"
"Not yet, Marcus! I want your body to heal properly before you go running about and getting yourself in trouble again."
"One week? Two?" Marcus desperately wanted an answer.
"One week at least!" Stephen smiled and wanted to take Marcus' mind of being confined to bed. "Neroon should arrive any moment now."
"Great! And then he finds me like this!" Marcus hesitantly shifted in the bed. "Can't you at least rid me of that bloody catheter?"
"You're the worst patient I've ever had! And I've treated a lot!" But he understood Marcus' discomfort. After he finished rinsing the ranger's eyes, he briefly left the room to get dark glasses and told the computer to keep the light dimmed.
Cautiously, Marcus raised his left hand to touch and inspect the skin on his right arm. His flesh still felt hot, but also smooth. Reassured, he leaned back into the pillows, thinking about Neroon, wanting nothing more than to hear the warrior's velvet like voice.
"I want you to use these," Stephen said, referring to the protective glasses.
Marcus chuckled, wondering what he looked like wearing these bloody glasses.
"You've got to give your eyes a chance to get used to light again," Stephen admonished him softly, seeing the odd look on Marcus' face. After studying the retreating burns he felt confident that Marcus would be up and walking about within a few days. His indomitable will would urge the ranger to keep pushing his limits. "You win, Marcus, I'll remove the catheter."
"Thanks. I knew you would see things my way."
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Michael had taken up position near customs, trying to pick Neroon from the crowd. A moment ago Ivanova had informed him that Neroon's war cruiser had released a shuttle, which was now heading for the space station. "Hope he won't stay long..." Michael muttered softly. "I've got more important stuff to do than escorting him to med lab!"
"Chief? Neroon just came onboard and is now on his way to customs."
"Thanks," Michael said through his link. It didn't take him long to identify a Minbari bonecrest in the crowd. The black uniform completed Neroon's appearance and Michael quickly walked up to the Minbari. Already studying Neroon's facial expression he saw annoyance and concern. Why would Marcus want him? "Neroon? This way," Michael said as he was close enough for Neroon to hear him.
Neroon immediately turned about and recognized the Chief. Setting aside the arguments they'd had in the past he addressed Garibaldi in a polite tone. "I wish to see Marcus."
"I know." Michael guided Neroon inside one of the elevators. Using his override ability he told the computer to take them directly to med lab. The journey would still last several minutes. An uncomfortable silence settled down onto the elevator and Michael peeked at Neroon. The Chief decided to use the direct approach. "I didn't know you liked humans."
Neroon expected such a remark and chuckled softly. "Neither did I... until I met Marcus. He changed my opinion."
Surprised by Neroon's honest reply, Michael locked eyes with the Minbari. "Only a year ago you tried to kill him."
Neroon stared in to Garibaldi's eyes and realized how Marcus must feel when dealing with Minbari, trying to explain their relationship. Now the roles were reversed and he had to explain his attraction to a human. How would Marcus handle this? With humor. "Yes, I did, but I did not finish him off."
"I always wanted to know why," Michael said quickly, realizing their floor was coming up.
Neroon knew only honesty would work. "Because I fell in love with him during that last stage of our fight."
"You couldn't kill him," Michael finally realized, taken aback by Neroon's honesty. He's changed. He hadn't been around during the incident in Down Below itself, but later, when he had studied the footage from the security cams, he had blamed himself for not preventing any of it. As Chief of security he should have been there to intervene and stop Marcus from carrying out his absurd plan, taking on a Minbari warrior on his own.
Neroon concluded that these humans were a strange people. Marcus had tormented himself for so long over his brother's death and now it appeared he had misjudged this security officer in the past. I have so much to learn. Maybe one day our races will truly understand each other.
At that moment he realized he wasn't thinking as a warrior, who would try and find his opponent's weakness. He stopped in his tracks, struck by that revelation. I proclaimed my heart being religious because I didn't want Shakiri to win... what if I told the truth without knowing it? Delenn had told him to take all the time he needed to go through the change like Branmer had done many cycles ago. Valen, what if she is right?
Michael halted as the doors opened, realizing Neroon wasn't following him in to the corridor. "This is med lab."
Neroon shook off his discomfort and nodded his head. "I know. I have been here before." Stepping in to the corridor he immediately noticed the typical smell that most medical facilities produced. "A certain Doctor Franklin is treating Marcus' wounds. Do you know him?" Neroon said, trying hard to compose himself. What if Delenn is right? The question haunted him.
"He's the best doctor out here," Michael assured him, wondering what had upset Neroon whose eyes radiated confusion. This isn't the same man I was forced to work with years ago. Neroon had been arrogant back then, clearly expressing his supposed superiority over the human race. This man was turned inward and had even displayed a sense of humor. I wonder what happened between him and Marcus to cause this change.
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"Thank you, Stephen," Marcus said, truly grateful his friend had given in to his pleas. The catheter had been removed, and after Franklin had covered his body in another thick layer of balm, Marcus had nagged until the doctor had replaced the blanket with the soft med lab trousers and shirt he was now wearing.
"Promise to stay in bed, except for a short walk to the bathroom if necessary?" Stephen said in a firm tone. "Med lab cams will register your every move."
"I promise." Marcus chuckled. "I want to get better too, Stephen. About those IV's..."
Stephen cut him short, "No, you need them. I won't disconnect you and should I discover you did..."
Marcus sighed, giving in. He had pushed Franklin to the limit and knew the doctor was now serious. "Want to restrain me, is that it? Tie me to the bed?"
Releasing a truly choked sigh, Stephen shook his head. "Having secret fantasies about me restraining you? Be careful now, Marcus... what if Neroon finds out about your secret desire?"
Marcus laughed and a single tear of merriment slid down his cheek. It remained sitting on the balm and glistered. "Neroon can restrain me any time!"
Knowing Marcus couldn't read his facial expression, Stephen smiled pleased. It would take some time for the ranger's eyes to recover properly and he used that advantage to study his friend unnoticed. Stephen liked the change he had witnessed within Marcus. Too often had his friend's gloomy view on life bothered him, but that depressed expression had disappeared. "I better leave you to your bondage fantasies then," Stephen said teasingly and wanted to leave the room when footfalls attracted his attention.
Seeing Neroon for the first time in real life Stephen was impressed by the warrior's appearance. And Marcus challenged him to a fight to the death?
Neroon recognized Franklin and walked up to the doctor. "I am Neroon," he introduced himself and hesitated to accept the hand the human offered him. He had studied human custom and knew it was a friendly gesture. Eventually he shook Franklin's hand.
Garibaldi watched it happen and knew the 'old' Neroon would have refrained from doing so, not wanting to touch a human.
"I'm Stephen Franklin. I take it you want to see Marcus?"
"Yes," Neroon replied, hardly containing his apprehension. He had to see Marcus with his own eyes. Only then would he believe his lover was truly recovering from the Starfire.
Stephen nodded his head once. "I'll take you to his room in a moment, but first..."
"Yes, of course," Neroon said in a soft tone. "How is Marcus doing?"
"Better. The burns are retreating and his skin has started to regenerate. His eyes..." Stephen stopped briefly, seeing Neroon's concern. "They have to get used to the light again, so I gave him special glasses. He'll have to wear them for a few days. Marcus can only see dark shapes at the moment. One more thing," he quickly said as he was about to open the door to Marcus' room.
"Yes?" Neroon had already seen Matham's calm glance, telling him Marcus was indeed all right. He inclined his hand in greeting and Matham answered with the same gesture.
"Marcus needs rest, so make sure he doesn't leave his bed. He's still very weak and hooked up to two IV's."
Mentally storing away all the information Neroon was growing impatient. He wanted to see and touch Marcus. "I understand." Finally Franklin opened the door and he immediately searched Marcus' form with his eyes. Thank Valen, the human healer told the truth! Although Marcus looked fatigued Neroon realized the recovery process had already set in.
"Marcus? You've got a visitor," Stephen said, teasingly.
"Who is it?" Annoyed that he could only make out two general shapes in the darkness, Marcus listened closely.
"It is I." Neroon moved over to the bed.
"Neroon." Marcus smiled. "I missed you!"
Stephen joined Garibaldi who was watching the reunion with interest. "We should leave them alone," Franklin pointed out to him.
"We should, yeah, but then we would miss all the fun," was the Chief's answer.
Stephen couldn't deny he was curious as well and continued to watch Marcus and Neroon. The Minbari now sat down on the bed and smiled brightly.
"Stephen told me that Delenn is fine... What about you?" Marcus reached out to touch his lover's face.
Neroon cringed slightly seeing the blistered skin and gently curled his fingers around Marcus' hand, carefully avoiding the damaged areas. Luckily, small parts of skin had already healed. "I am fine, too." He sighed, feeling at peace, having Marcus close again. "The Starfire hurt you the most."
"There are disadvantages to being human," Marcus said jokingly. "How long can you stay before you've got to return to Minbar?"
"We will leave together once you have healed and can travel the distance to Minbar." Neroon caressed still brittle skin.
"What?" Marcus had no idea what Neroon was talking about. He had assumed that Neroon would stay on Minbar while he would continue to serve Delenn as the station ranger. Neroon had hinted at a future together, but Marcus knew how small their chances were to stay together.
"I accepted Delenn's offer and I am now the new warrior caste leader," Neroon started, watching Marcus' reaction carefully. He also caught himself assessing the damage done to Marcus' lips and whether or not he could kiss his lover without causing pain.
"I think you'll make a great caste leader." Marcus strained to see Neroon's eyes, but failed.
"Delenn also agreed to you being my liaison. You'll be stationed on Minbar, Tuzanor..."
Finally understanding what this implied, Marcus said, "And move in with you at your residence at Tuzanor?"
"Yes..." Neroon leaned in closer, completely forgetting Franklin and Garibaldi and softly brushed his lover's lips.
Greedily, Marcus pressed his lips on Neroon's, ignoring the hint of pain the pressure caused on his skin and sighed in to his lover's mouth, remembering another kiss they had shared underneath the surface of the water. Hands moved over the small of his back, working their way up to the back of his neck to rest there.
"Okay, I guess this is our cue to leave." Stephen gestured Michael to walk with him. Garibaldi's eyes were big and the Chief shook his head in wonder.
"I saw them kiss, but..." Disbelief colored Garibaldi's voice. "But you were right, Neroon has changed. And you know what?"
"What?"
"They might work out.".
"I've got the same feeling," Stephen admitted, remembering the apparent affection in Neroon's eyes, "You heard Neroon. This means we're going to lose our pain in the ass."
"A pity, I was getting used to Marcus annoying the hell out of me."
"I'll miss him too." Opening the door to his office, Stephen and Garibaldi sat down and shared some caff. Marcus and Neroon remained their main topic though.
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"Marcus?" His lover flinched in his arms and Neroon grew afraid he had somehow put too much pressure on his injured skin.
"I'm fine, but..."
Neroon carefully lowered Marcus back into to the comfort of the bed and studied his lover. "Can I somehow alleviate your pain?"
Marcus smiled weakly. "The burns hurt at times... especially my hands."
Neroon looked down and realized he had been caressing scorched skin and immediately let go. "My passion for you overwhelmed me," he said apologetically.
Quiet, Marcus regulated his breathing, relieved the pain in his hands was growing less. "Wonder if I can ever hold a pike again."
"You will. Just give your body time to heal." Neroon got up from the bed.
"Where are you going?" Marcus asked at once.
Neroon pulled up a chair and sat down. "I should not touch you and creating some distance might aid me." He had seen the way Marcus had flinched. "Your skin tissue is still regenerating... you do look different without all that facial hair," Neroon finished, trying to steer the conversation in the direction he wanted it to go.
"What?" Marcus raised his hand and carefully touched his face. "They shaved off my beard!"
"You did not know?"
"No, I was unconscious when I arrived in med lab."
"You should keep it this way." Neroon chuckled, tremendously relieved to hear Marcus' voice again.
"You really think so?" Marcus tried to imagine what he would look like without beard...
"Most definitely." Neroon caught Marcus' fatigued tone. "Try and rest Marcus. You are still recovering."
"And you'll stay in med lab?"
"Most of the time, yes," Neroon assured him. "The present Captain..."
"Sheridan, John Sheridan," Marcus helped him out.
"Captain Sheridan arranged quarters for me and I still have to contact Minbar to make sure everything is going according to plan."
"The civil war?"
"Has ended," Neroon finished for his lover. "Delenn is rebuilding the Grey Council... she even offered me a place among the Nine."
"Did you accept?" Marcus tensed briefly.
"No, I want to be with you." Neroon smiled, seeing Marcus relax. "I promised we would never be apart... I intend to keep that vow." Neroon gently fingered a long lock of Marcus' hair. His lover didn't react and hearing his regular breathing Neroon knew he had fallen asleep.
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The following days saw Neroon spending most of his time in med lab. Stephen felt thankful for the warrior’s presence for more than one reason. Neroon’s presence diverted Marcus’ attention from still being confined to bed and more importantly; the ranger was less inclined to nag now that Neroon kept admonishing him to follow the doctor’s orders.
Neroon studied his lover and shook his head. Franklin had given his patient permission to go for a short walk as long as he stayed in med lab. Now Marcus was determined to convince Franklin that he had recovered enough to be released to his own quarters to rest there.
“Come on, Stephen. I can take care of myself and…”
Stephen exchanged an amused look with Neroon and cocked his head.
Neroon correctly interpret that glance and chided Marcus in a soft tone. “You will only leave when the doctor gives his permission.”
“Spoilsport!” Marcus tried locking eyes with Neroon, but his diminished eyesight still troubled him. Although his eyes had grown used to light now, fine tuning them to read Neroon’s expression was still impossible. Slowly he lowered his feet on to the floor and bit down the ache emanating from certain parts of his skin, which had taken a little longer to heal than the rest. Placing his hands on the edge of the bed, he pushed himself to his feet. “And why do I have to wear these gloves?”
“Because your hands were the worst affected by the Starfire. The doctor already told you,” Neroon replied patiently. Only two hours ago he had first smoothed the balm over Marcus’ hands and had then assisted Marcus in putting on gloves, which were made of a similar material as the protective blanket.
Stephen observed his friend carefully as he stumbled towards the exit where Matham had just appeared after a good night’s rest. Pleased with Marcus’ recovery he said, “Don’t overtire yourself! You’ve been in bed for a week now!”
“I will look after him.” Neroon walked one step behind the ranger to catch Marcus should he fall.
Stephen watched them leave and returned to study Marcus’ medical file. There really was no reason to keep him in med lab, but releasing Marcus now seemed too early. “No telling what he will get himself in to the next time!”
Inwardly discussing whether to let Marcus leave or not, he finally decided to keep the ranger here for one more day. That would also give Neroon some time to prepare the ranger’s quarters for his return.
“Doctor Franklin?”
Identifying one of his assistant’s voices Stephen immediately looked up.
“Marcus almost took a fall.”
“Damn! I knew it was too early to let him try this!” But Marcus had nagged and irritated him until he had given in. Running in to the corridor, he was relieved to see that Neroon had a firm hold on Marcus. The warrior had curled an arm around Marcus’ waist and now gently dragged him back to his room.
Marcus raised his head and looked straight into Stephen’s eyes. “I know… You told me so…” Leaning on Neroon, he managed to walk back to his room. A sigh left his lips lying down again. “Maybe I overestimated my strength.” Luckily Neroon had been there to catch him.
Stephen simply stared at his patient darkly. “Stay in bed, you hear me? Or I might take you up on those bondage fantasies and restrain you!” He had been holding on to that trump for a week now. Pleased, he noticed the effect it had on Marcus.
The ranger’s face turned flustered and he started fumbling the sheet. “Should have kept my big mouth shut.” He peeked at Neroon.
“Bondage?” Neroon said, tasting the alien word and wondered what it meant.
“He wants to be tied down,” Stephen explained, extracting vengeance for the times Marcus had exhausted him with his constant nagging.
Neroon’s warm laughter rolled through the room. Shooting Marcus an amused look he said, “That can be arranged!”
Marcus flushed crimson red and mumbled something intangible.
“What was that?” Neroon rested a hand at the back of his lover’s neck, where the skin had fully recovered from the Starfire.
“Not fair! The two of you are teaming up against me.” Marcus grinned weakly, remembering Neroon’s lecture about the unfairness of the universe in general.
“Doctor? The Captain is trying to contact you,” one of the nurses said.
Franklin wanted to tap his hand communicator, and then realized it was still lying on the desk in his office. Addressing the two men he said, “Neroon, you can take Marcus to his quarters tomorrow morning. I don’t think I can take much more of his whining.”
Neroon smiled, hearing that news and glanced at Marcus whose smug grin told him the ranger was looking forward to getting out of med lab.
“Make sure he rests though,” Stephen added before dashing out of the room.
“I will tie you down if necessary,” Neroon threatened and delightedly noticed the mock shock on Marcus’ face. He looked forward to the day that Marcus could do without the glasses as he missed gazing in to Marcus’ green eyes.
“I was only joking,” Marcus defended himself and looked quiet embarrassed.
“I know that”
“Stephen is such a tell-tale!” Marcus reached out to caress Neroon’s face.
“Why is there a look of disbelief on your face, Marcus?” Neroon asked, suddenly concerned. “Are your eyes troubling you?”
“No.” Marcus sighed. “I still can’t believe that we’ll be together for the rest of our lives.”
Neroon understood his lover only too well. “I also assumed we would die in the Starfire.”
As Stephen returned he found them locked in an embrace, Marcus softly nuzzling Neroon’s neck. Clearing his throat, he warned them about his presence.
Slowly, Marcus looked up and smiled. “Yes, Stephen?”
The doctor grinned, realizing how comfortable Marcus felt with Neroon holding him. Yes, Michael was probably right. They will work out.
Neroon reluctantly released his lover and walked over to Franklin. It was obvious the doctor wanted to tell them something.
“Delenn is on her way back and will arrive shortly. She requested your presence, Neroon.”
“I will meet her in the docking bay.” Neroon's thoughts returned to the day, one week ago, when he had arrived at the space station and had started to question his calling as a warrior. He hadn’t wanted to burden Marcus with his questions, but during the long hours in which Marcus had been asleep he had searched his soul and reached a decision.
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John nervously shuffled his feet. These last two weeks had been the longest of his life and he craved feeling Delenn’s body underneath his hands, hearing her voice. The bay doors opened and he quickly studied the group which now approached. Lennier walked in front of Delenn and John smiled relieved as she changed direction to head his way.
“John!” She brought up her arms behind his back to hug him.
“I missed you too.” John wished he could kiss her in public, but he knew Delenn would feel uncomfortable doing so. “How was your trip?
“Everything has been returned to its natural balance back home,” she said and remembered installing the new Grey Council, which now traveled through space on the cruiser Valenthia.
Wrapping an arm around her shoulders, Sheridan enjoyed her closeness and nodded towards Lennier, who bowed politely. “I’m glad to hear things worked out on Minbar.” John pulled her close.
“How is Marcus?”
“Back on his feet. Looks like our ranger bugged Stephen and Neroon until they gave in and allowed him to go for a short walk.”
“That pleases me.” Delenn locked eyes with Lennier who looked equally relieved. “The Starfire was too much for him to handle. Marcus is the first human to be exposed to it.”
“You’ve got to tell me all about that Starfire.” Sheridan noticed Neroon step out of the elevator.
“Delenn.” Neroon and bowed slightly.
“Neroon,” Delenn replied amused. Her sources on the station had told her that Neroon hardly ever left Marcus’ side and then suddenly, she realized something else. “Have you already met the Captain?”
“No,” Neroon locked eyes with Sheridan and wasn’t sure how to react.
“Neroon, this is Captain John Sheridan,” Delenn sad, introducing them.
John also felt uneasy and hesitant to extend his hand in greeting. Although he knew about Marcus’ involvement with the Minbari, Sheridan still vividly remembered the threat Neroon had presented to the station, so he nodded instead.
Delenn noticed the tension and acted. “Tell me, Neroon...” She gestured him to accompany them. “Is Marcus enjoying his stay in med lab?”
Neroon smiled. “I doubt that very much, but I do know Doctor Franklin is counting the hours until Marcus leaves his medical facility.”
Pleasantly surprised by Neroon’s answer, John grinned. “The two of them have got history together,” he explained and remembered Marcus arrival at the station and subsequent disappearance from med lab.
“Do you know when the doctor will release him?” Delenn inquired.
“Tomorrow morning.” He had even asked for a human bed to be placed inside his guest quarters. Originally he had planned on taking Marcus back to the ranger’s quarters, but after seeing the desolate room he had changed his mind. His guest quarters were much more spacious.
“I wish to talk to him before you leave the station,” Delenn told him. “His replacement will arrive in two days and will need certain information.”
“Of course,” Neroon replied. “Will you excuse me now? I want to return to med lab.”
“Yes and deliver my best wishes to Marcus. I will visit him tomorrow after he has been released from med lab.”
“As you wish.” Neroon glanced quickly at Sheridan and then got out of the elevator.
Suddenly the Captain realized they were finally alone and he briefly wondered where Lennier was. Not questioning his luck, he pulled Delenn close to kiss her.
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“Are you ready to leave?” Neroon carefully watched Marcus return from the bathroom.
“Yes, but I don’t understand why I can’t wear my ranger uniform.” Stephen had insisted he wear the med lab clothes instead.
“The doctor explained his decision to you,” Neroon reminded him gently. “The fabric of your uniform might irritate your skin.”
Marcus slowly sat down on the bed and cursed the gloves he still had to wear. Stephen had told him he had to rub on the balm every twelve hours and Marcus had sighed, hearing Franklin constantly offering his well meant advice. “I’m glad to get out of here.”
“You still have to check in with Doctor Franklin before we can leave,” Neroon reminded him while packing the little personal items Marcus had used during his stay in here.
“Don’t remind me!”
Neroon stopped packing and walked over to his lover who looked fatigued and depressed. “What is wrong?”
“I don’t know,” Marcus replied in a subdued tone. “I just feel like I'm deserting the people here, I guess. For a long time they were all the family I had.”
Neroon understood. Marcus was leaving everything behind to be with him and he knew that had to be hard on his lover. “You can still come back here… visit the station, keep in contact.”
“I know that,” Marcus smiled, suddenly touched by Neroon’s concern. “Being with you is all that really matters to me.”
Acting instinctively Neroon kissed him. Marcus’ arms came up behind him and he savoured the eagerness with which his lover reacted. “I cannot envision a future without you at my side.”
Marcus cursed the fact that the dark glasses kept him from reading Neroon’s eyes, but Stephen would be furious should he take them off without permission. The doctor had once caught him doing so and Marcus still vividly remembered the reprimand Stephen had given him. “Let’s go and see Stephen then. I want out of here.”
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“Take off those glasses,” Stephen instructed and grabbed a medical scanner to examine Marcus’ eyes.
Neroon caught his lover’s desperate sigh and smiled reassuringly to encourage him.
Marcus removed the glasses and pinched his eyes half shut. “Can’t you dim the lights a bit?”
“No.” Stephen ran his scanner over Marcus’ eyes and was pleased with the results. “You can do without the glasses. You have to get used to bright lights.”
“They still sting,” Marcus protested.
“Naturally they do!” Stephen shook his head, “I’ll give you a concentrate of the solution I use to rinse your eyes with. Use the drops every twelve hours.”
Sighing, Marcus knew he had to give in. “Anything else?”
“Rest!” Stephen said in a firm tone. “Try staying out of trouble!”
“Wishful thinking,” Marcus countered, relieved to be released at last. “Knowing Neroon he’ll tell his guards to watch every move I make!”
“You are correct.” Neroon walked up to his lover. “Delenn wants to talk to you later. We should leave now.” It would take them a while to cover the distance to his guest quarters. Stephen had offered them the use of a wheelchair, but Marcus had immediately declined that offer, proclaiming he could easily walk the short distance.
“Don’t forget to let in the medics who will check on you every twenty-four hours!” Stephen loved seeing Marcus cringe. “On second thoughts, I think I will do the rounds myself this week.”
“Have mercy,” Marcus whispered as Neroon helped him to his feet, knowing only too well Stephen enjoyed torturing him with his concern.
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“Delenn, please come inside.” Neroon stepped aside to let her enter.
Delenn took in her surroundings and smiled, seeing the human bed next to the Minbari platform. Her eyes continued to search the quarters and she noticed Marcus had made himself comfortable on the couch.
“Entil’Zha,” Marcus said confused, not expecting her this soon. Struggling, he tried getting to his feet.
“Please remain seated.” Delenn reached the sofa and placed a hand on his chest. “You should rest.”
Marcus leaned back, knowing better than to go against one of her ‘orders’ even if they were phrased as a request. “Neroon told me you wanted to talk to me?”
“Yes, your replacement will arrive shortly.” She accepted the cup of ceremonial tea Neroon offered her. “She will need all the information you gathered here… and the names of your contacts.”
“I stored all the data on crystals,” Marcus said slowly. “I’ll make sure she gets them.”
“Thank you.” Delenn sipped her tea and studied both men. Neroon had seated himself next to Marcus and the ranger had reacted by placing his hand on Neroon’s. “I know you will like being stationed on Minbar. Sech Turval and Master Durhann already requested you spend some time at the training facility to assist them in teaching the trainees.”
“I’d be honored to do so,” Marcus replied. “But…”
Delenn and Neroon exchanged a look. “You will serve as I deem it necessary.” Neroon had told her that Marcus felt like he was deserting them. “At the moment you are needed on Minbar and not on Babylon 5.”
Marcus smiled weakly. “Thank you.” He’d needed to hear that.
“I will leave now so you can rest.” She rose from the couch and inclined her head. “As Neroon’s liaison we will talk often, Marcus. This is not good-bye.”
Squeezing Neroon’s hand, Marcus bowed his head. “I’ll try and perform my duty to the best of my abilities. “
“Oh,” Delenn replied. “I know you will.”
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“Neroon?” Marcus peeked at him through half closed eyelids. He still had to get used to no longer wearing glasses. I never thought I’d miss them, but they did help!
“Yes?” Neroon returned the glance while he finished smoothing the balm over Marcus’ hands. He’d already applied it to other areas of the ranger’s body which only healed slowly. Putting on the gloves, he waited for Marcus to address him again. During the two days they had spent in his guest quarters Marcus had rested as promised, but there had been a restlessness to his movements, which made Neroon wonder what was wrong.
“My replacement will arrive shortly and… before we leave for Minbar I want to talk to Ivanova.” Finally the realization had dawned on him that they would leave the station within the next twenty-four hours and there were certain things he wanted to take care of first, like talking to Susan.
“Then contact her and set a time,” Neroon advised him, knowing Marcus was holding something back.
“You don’t mind me talking to her?”
“Why would I?” Neroon asked, truly surprised.
“I once… liked her very much.”
“I am not jealous,” Neroon said tenderly. “Ask her to come here… you should not walk such a distance yet.”
Marcus placed his gloved right hand on Neroon’s arm. “What have you been talking about to Delenn?" When he had woken in the morning Neroon had been gone. Contacting Lennier, he had learned that Neroon and Delenn had scheduled a private meeting.
Neroon drew some deep breaths. I knew it would come down to this. “I should have told you earlier, but… you needed rest.”
“Tell me, Neroon,” Marcus said in a firm tone.
“We discussed my calling.” Neroon noticed the surprise in Marcus’ eyes. “Do you know that your eyes are blue since you left the Starfire?” Cocking his head he studied Marcus’ iris.
Marcus chuckled briefly, then tried to act serious again. “We can discuss my eye color later. First, what is this talk about your calling?”
“Inside the Starfire I proclaimed my soul as being religious to thwart Shakiri’s plan.”
“I vaguely remember that.” Marcus nodded once and locked eyes with Neroon. “What happened?”
“I fear I spoke the truth back then.” Neroon kept a close eye on Marcus.
“You want to become a priest?” Marcus exclaimed baffled, “Somehow I can’t see you in white robes.” Tensing he wondered, And will it change our relationship?
“No, although my mind feels a belated religious calling, I am too old to change my ways. Maybe it will aid me in leading the warrior caste… tempering their aggressiveness.”
Relieved, Marcus let go of the breath he had been holding on to. “You should have told me earlier!”
“I could not do that. You were wounded, trying to recover and in pain.”
“So we’re still going to Tuzanor where you will act as the warrior caste leader and I as your liaison? No late changes?” Marcus needed Neroon to confirm these facts.
“Yes, we will.” Neroon closed the jar filled with balm and placed it on the table. “Now contact your Commander. I will use that opportunity to talk to my clansmen.”
“Neroon, wait.” Slowly he rose from the sofa and stared into Neroon’s eyes. “I love you,” he said, urged by his lover’s confession. “No matter what caste you belong to.”
Neroon inclined his head and folded his arms around Marcus’ frame. Pressing a kiss just above the ranger’s collarbone, he nuzzled the skin there briefly. Rewarded with a soft sigh, he examined the burns on Marcus’ throat and neck. Doctor Franklin had been pleased with the progress his patient had made and told them that the burns would be gone in one more week.
Leaning in to the embrace, Marcus rested his head on Neroon’s shoulder. “I better make that call to Susan’s quarters now before…”
“Yes,” Neroon replied, as want and desire also took possession of his thoughts. Quickly he released his lover and smiled wickedly. “We will make up for this lost time once your body has healed.”
“I won’t forget that promise.” Marcus chuckled and started to make his way over to the Babcom unit.
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Why does he want to talk to me? Susan wondered as she was heading to Neroon’s guest quarters. Marcus had offered to visit her, but she had told him to stay put, knowing Stephen had practically confined the ranger to quarters. She had stayed away from Marcus since that day in med lab. Sensing his thoughts back then had upset her. Never before had she reached out and she feared he might have picked up on her telepathic touch. Rangers were taught to detect a scan…
Pressing the door chime, she straightened out her uniform jacket. Her shift started in thirty minutes. That gave her an excuse to leave should things become uncomfortable. If only I knew why he wants to talk to me! She fought down her nervousness.
“Yes,” Marcus said and rose from the couch.
“Marcus? Your message said urgent, what’s the matter?” Casting a quick look about she realized Neroon wasn’t present.
The ranger noticed her expression and explained. “Neroon left to talk to his clansmen. We won’t be disturbed. Please sit down.” He gestured her to take a seat next to him on the couch.
She sat down on the other end of the sofa, carefully keeping her distance. “You look better.”
“I feel better too. Being far away from med lab and Stephen does wonders for my health,” he said jokingly, wondering why she was this tense.
“I’ve got to be in C&C in thirty minutes, so…” Her voice dropped, telling him to speak his mind and get it over with.
“Yes, of course,” Marcus sighed, disliking her tactics. “First of, the new station ranger has just arrived. Her name is Natalja. A lovely lady, we trained together. Actually, she reminds me a bit of you.” Marcus studied her and sighed seeing her masked expression. “I’m sure you’ll like her. She’s awfully efficient.” Marcus smiled briefly. And very hard to intimidate.
“Thanks for the information, but I’m sure Delenn will tell…” She was cut short when Marcus shook his head.
“I also want to tell you…” Marcus paused, suddenly lost for words. He had been determined to say this, but now that the moment had arrived he felt shy.
Susan sensed his compassion and quickly pulled back. Why was her telepathy acting up all of a sudden?
“I want to tell you why I accepted Neroon as my lover.”
Unable to stifle a smile, Susan waited for him to continue. She never expected this particular topic. Why would he want to share something this personal?
“Three years ago my world was burned to ashes by the Shadows.” Marcus cautiously reached out and caressed her fingers. Before she had arrived he had taken off his gloves, knowing how important it was she knew he was sincere.
Susan was caught off guard by the gesture. Her walls had been lowered and suddenly she felt his concern wash through her. He’s worried about me?
“I thought I could never again trust a person to stay with me. I was afraid to love again, scared of losing the one I loved. I finally realized I had isolated myself. My walls had become so high that no one could enter,” Marcus said in a soft tone, seeing recognition in her eyes, mixed in with something else… Fear, he realized. “Don’t be afraid, Susan. Don’t be afraid to love again. Neroon might die tomorrow in an accident, but at least he knew I loved him.”
“Marcus...” She tried to pull her hand away, wanting to stop this odd link that had formed as he had touched her skin. Does he know I’m a latent telepath?
“It’s far worse to deny love, to turn away from it. Your heart will grow cold and you’ll be all alone…” he said and fought back a tear, seeing her strained expression. Please let me in.
Susan trembled hearing his words. Her heart told her Marcus was right, but her mind was warning her not to believe his words of hope. “I can’t take losing another loved one,” she finally whispered and noticed the blistered skin on the back of his hands. His fingers soothingly rubbed her knuckles and suddenly she was tired of pretending she didn’t have feelings like everyone else.
“I don’t want to lose Neroon either, but…” Searching for the right words he managed to catch her gaze. “Neroon taught me one thing. We have little influence on the Universe. All we can do is to decide whether to take a chance or not. Missed chances… I missed so many opportunities to change, better my life.”
Susan shook her head. “I don’t understand.”
“I challenged Neroon to Denn’Sha because I was fed up with life. All I felt was guilt and… anger. Such a life isn’t worth living, Susan.” Marcus smiled weakly, hoping he had succeeded in getting through to her. “You’ve got many friends, the Captain, Delenn, Michael and also Stephen who’s a big pain in the arse, really, but…”
His last words made her laugh, and looking into his eyes she sensed his overpowering urge to show her the truth. “I don’t know if I can ever try again, Marcus.”
“You must,” he said firmly. “Touch passion when it comes your way, Susan, only it if lasts a moment. It’s all we’ll ever have.” Tired, he leaned back. He had exhausted himself, but he gladly paid that price if only she understood what he had tried to tell her.
Surprised, Susan felt a tear slip down her cheek. She hadn’t realized her eyes had become watered during his speech. You’re right, I know you’re right, but…
“Let me hold you?” Marcus said hesitantly, uncertain if his request would push the envelope. He wanted to get as close to her as possible.
“Yes.” She allowed him to fold his arms around her. Immediately she realized the touch deepened the telepathic contact she had sensed earlier and as his concern and compassion washed through her, she finally understood being loved was worth getting hurt again.
Marcus held her for long moments and finally she pulled back to wipe away the tears which had managed to escape her eyes. “You still didn’t tell me why you chose Neroon as your lover,” she said teasingly as she felt the need to break the awkward silence.
“He…” Marcus suddenly lacked the words to describe the amount of love Neroon had shown him. “He loves me… made me see the truth… and somewhere along the line I fell madly in love with him.”
“Madly?” Susan asked, wriggling an eyebrow.
“Oh, yes,” Marcus sighed, remembering the day they had spent at Neroon’s residence. Looking up, he blushed although he tried to fight that particular reaction. He had to show her she wasn’t alone in this, felt the need to confide in her. “And he deflowered me.”
Susan smiled. “He did?”
“Yes,” Marcus replied, baffled to see the soft tone to her eyes. The ice had melted…
Susan’s smile brightened, seeing the happiness in his eyes. If he can trust and love again… maybe I can too. The door chime however stopped her musing and she looked up questioningly.
“I asked Natalja to pick up some data crystals.” Marcus paused, knowing she would see through his excuse. “It also occurred to me the two of you should meet.”
“Marcus…” she said, sensing she was being set up.
“Just talk to her,” Marcus said pleadingly. “Yes enter.”
Susan quickly got to her feet and wiped away the last remnant of tears. Too bad Marcus is leaving the station… That leaves me little time to get back at him for this! Curious, she studied the newly assigned station ranger.
Natalja smiled warmly seeing Marcus. “You little brat!” she said amused and walked over to the couch. Her long curly red hair reached her lower back and sparkling brown eyes twinkled mischievously.
Freckles covered part of her nose and cheeks and she radiated a warmth Susan had seldom felt before. Marcus, why are you doing this? she wondered, as the tall redhead approached.
“Natalja.” Marcus tried getting to his feet, but had to abandon the effort. “I want you to meet the Station Commander, Susan Ivanova. The two of you will be working together regularly.”
Susan noticed the concerned look on Natalja’s face as she took in Marcus’ appearance.
“You’re trouble, Marcus Cole.” She then turned to face the Commander. “Marcus told me a lot about you, Commander.” She extended her hand.
Cautiously, Susan accepted the gesture, trying to be polite as she realized they would have to work together in future. “What did he tell you?” she asked, shooting Marcus an annoyed look.
“That you’re still trying to learn Minbari,” Natalja replied with a smile. “It took me one year to master the basic language.”
Feeling cornered, Susan said, “I’ve got to call in. My shift starts in 5 minutes.”
“You work in C&C, right? I’m also headed that way. Maybe you could spare a moment and answer some questions I’ve got concerning Down Below?”
“Marcus can answer all your questions.” Susan pointed at him and then quickly left the room.
Natalja sat down, poured a cup of tea, which had been brewing on the table and smiled at Marcus. “Her nick name is the Ice queen?”
Marcus shook his head. “The ice has melted, trust me.”
“It will be a pleasure to find out if she’s really as charming as you told me,” Natalja hinted.
“I should never have told you about the roses she flung at me.” Marcus relaxed. They had been friends during training, but because they had been assigned to different locations they had lost touch. When Delenn had suggested her for the job Marcus had quickly agreed. “I think you’ll feel quickly at home here on the station.”
“I already do,” she quipped, flipping back her hair. “I already started redecorating your quarters.”
Marcus sighed relieved; maybe Natalja and Susan would become friends. At least he hoped so.
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“So, you’re really leaving?” Stephen asked during Marcus’ last physical. The ranger had passed all tests and the doctor was certain Marcus would make a full recovery within a few weeks. There was no danger in letting the ranger go. His visits to Neroon’s guest quarters had convinced him that the warrior kept a close eye on Marcus and made sure his eyes and skin were tended to.
“Yes.” Marcus studied Franklin’s facial expression and noticed the sadness to his friend’s eyes. Seeing that emotion there kind of surprised him. He’d thought Stephen would be relieved to be free of his constant nagging.
“The burns won’t hamper you as long as you rest and continue to use the balm as I told you.” Franklin made one last entry in the ranger’s medical file and then stored it away. Later, he would send it to Tuzanor. A Minbari healer called Banner would watch Marcus’ recovery and report back if necessary. Needless to say that Stephen hadn’t informed Marcus of this fact. It would be just like the ranger to start avoiding Banner. “Are your eyes still troubling you?”
“No, although Neroon keeps bugging me about my changed eye color,” Marcus said amused, “He maintains that I’ve got blue eyes now instead of green.”
Stephen leaned in closer. “He’s right, you know. I can’t explain it though, or you’d have to stay here for some more tests.”
Marcus grinned. “No, thank you,” he quickly declined. “I’m going to miss you, Stephen. You’re a good friend.”
“I’ll miss you too, but hey… let’s not get overly dramatically here. Delenn told me you will regularly visit the station on ranger business.”
“Perhaps.” Marcus took a deep breath and got to his feet. He was still wearing med lab clothes at Stephen’s order and had to admit they were softer and far more comfortable than his uniform.
“And did I mention that I’ve got some leave coming up? I might want to spend it on Minbar. Do you think Neroon has got a spare room?”
“Several,” Marcus replied relieved. “I want to keep in touch, Stephen.”
“ I know that, Marcus.” Walking his friend to the exit he said, “Take good care of yourself, Marcus, and if you don’t I will travel to Minbar and check on you personally!”
“Thanks, Stephen.” Marcus cautiously clasped Franklin’s hand, avoiding putting pressure on the burns.
Stephen noticed Marcus’ swimming eyes, but remained silent. “You’ve got to get going.”
“Yes, you’re right.” Sighing heavily, Marcus walked into the corridor and looked once more at his friend. I’ll miss you and the whole place, Stephen. If it weren’t for Neroon I’d never leave Babylon 5.
The moment Marcus disappeared from view Stephen hurried back to his office, collected a small parcel and used another exit to leave med lab unnoticed.
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“Minbari do not drink alcohol,” Natalja told Ivanova, who looked rather disappointed hearing that news. “It makes them paranoid and aggressive and I sure as hell don’t want Neroon getting violent!”
“No vodka then,” Susan said resigned. After arriving at C&C she had been stunned to learn that Sheridan wasn’t there. Apparently he was ‘taking care of business’ as Garibaldi had phrased it. Then the Chief had dragged her outside again, telling a startled looking Corwin that he was in charge of C&C now.
Susan had by then reached her break point and she had been ready to space Garibaldi or play with his quarter’s temperature controls at least. She was still trying to think up some payback for Marcus when Garibaldi told her to hurry up or she would miss the small surprise they had planned for Marcus. Sensing an opportunity for payback she co-operated and Garibaldi put her and Natalja in charge of drinks and snacks.
“We could get some Centauri rum,” Susan suggested, earning a look of desperation from Natalja. “What! If there’s going to be a party we need alcohol!”
“No alcohol. Mineral water and tea.”
Susan shivered. “Did you actually say mineral water?”
“Or coffee? Real coffee?” Natalja noticed Susan’s sudden alertness and grinned. “I discovered that someone’s growing their own coffee beans in the hydrophobic gardens… I harvested them.”
“You did what?” Susan yelped.
“I thought we should use real coffee on this special occasion.” Natalja leaned against the wall of the waiting area of docking bay 4 where Neroon and Marcus were scheduled to depart.
“That’s my coffee!” Susan stated annoyed. “And I thought Marcus was a pain in the ass! You’re even worse!” She didn’t know what was happening… had happened since Marcus had talked to her. Something inside her mind had snapped, had been freed and it was already creating mayhem in her life. No, Natalja is driving me insane! “What do they do on Minbar? Teach you how to be as irritating as you possibly can be?” Susan continued to rave, suddenly stunned as Natalja produced a bag of coffee beans. Susan spat, “Give them back!”
“No,” Natalja said in a firm tone. “You’ve got to learn to share.”
Suddenly they looked in each other’s eyes and Natalja was the first to chuckle. “They’re only coffee beans!”
“Yeah, guess that’s true.” Susan shook her head and her hair danced on her shoulders. It had been so long since she had just been Susan. Commander Ivanova had become second nature to her and in the meantime she had forgotten who she truly was. Do I still know who I am? When you strip the masks away, what’s left?
“Here, you can have them,” Natalja offered her the beans.
Susan shook her head. “No, they deserve real coffee. Use them.”
“Are you going to organize the snacks then?”
“Snacks… Oh, sure I can get you snacks,” Susan teased. “I know of a special Narn dish…”
“No insects!” Natalja exclaimed from the small kitchen unit, hidden in the corridor, which maintenance workers used to eat their meals.
Susan froze for a moment, wondering why the hell she was acting like this. But it felt good to be carefree for a change. “What present did they get Marcus?”
“Mr. Garibaldi provided it,” Natalja said, not giving away a thing, “You’ll see…”
Seeing her mischievous grin, Susan was relieved that she wasn’t the one unwrapping it.
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“Why is it this dark in here?” Marcus asked warily, wondering why the lights were out in the waiting area. Neroon’s war cruiser had sent a shuttle to pick them up and Marcus felt saddened because no one, except for Stephen had taken the time to say good-bye. That’s not true. I said good-bye to Susan too.
Neroon tensed, instinctively knowing something didn’t make sense. His hand moved to his pike and he searched the darkness with his eyes, suddenly encountering several humanoid/ Minbari forms hiding in the dark. At first he wanted to alarm Marcus, but then he recognized Delenn and Lennier’s outlines. “We are not alone,” he whispered instead.
Pike ready to extend Marcus nodded his head. His sixth sense had warned him as well. “This reminds me of the time in Down Below when…” he started, but stopped talking as the lights went back on line. His friends emanated from behind crates and boxes. Now he also smelled the fragrance of coffee. How could I have missed that?
“Can’t let you leave without saying good-bye for now,” Sheridan said in a friendly tone. “We do expect you to drop by regularly. Stephen needs to keep in shape and you’re the model patient, isn’t he, Doctor Franklin?”
Marcus smiled and realized that his watered eyes were about to release some tears. Quickly, he tried to compose himself. Then Natalja and Susan approached and each placed a kiss on his cheek.
“Good luck, Marcus,” Susan said shyly and then whispered in to his ear, “I understand what you tried to tell me. I’ll touch passion.”
Stunned, Marcus nodded his head and was disturbed in his musings as Natalja poked him gently in his ribs.
“Make those trainees sweat! I’m sure we’ll see each other again, Marc.”
Swallowing hard, Marcus took a step back, overwhelmed by this show of affection. He’d never known they cared this much for him. Even Zack Allen and Vir had joined the group, talking quietly in the back, shooting him amused looks. As he tried to speak the words got stuck in his throat.
“Before I forget,” Garibaldi said in a loud tone. “We even got you a present!”
Marcus quickly exchanged a look with Neroon. “Were you in on this?”
“No, I did not know of their plans,” Neroon replied honestly, but savoured seeing the warmth in Marcus’ eyes. This meant a lot to the ranger who had always hidden behind a mask of guilt and solitude.
“Stephen supplied the idea,” Garibaldi said wickedly. “But I provided the item itself.” The Chief handed Marcus a small parcel.
Judging by the look on Stephen and Garibaldi’s face he’d probably end up embarrassed. “I’ll unwrap it later,” Marcus said, trying to weasel his way out.
“Oh, no,” Sheridan cut in. “I want to know what’s in that box!”
Cornered, Marcus said a prayer to Valen and tried unwrapping the box, but the gloves Stephen had ordered him to wear made it difficult at best. “Sorry,” he stumbled, as the paper didn’t come off.
“Maybe Neroon can be of some assistance?” Stephen said.
Marcus knew he was in trouble then. “Careful,” he whispered to Neroon. “They’re setting us up.”
Neroon only smiled and quickly unwrapped the parcel. Opening it, his brow became furrowed. “Here,” he said and showed the content to Marcus.
“Handcuffs?” Marcus moaned in desperation.
“Enjoy,” Stephen quipped, relishing reversing the roles and tormenting Marcus for a change.
“You’ll need the keys too, I think,” Garibaldi said smugly and tossed Neroon the keys who quickly caught them.
Blushing, Marcus shook his head in disbelief. “I crack one joke about bondage and they get me handcuffs!”
“I am sure they will be very useful when restraining Marcus,” Neroon said playing along, earning a wide-eyed look from Marcus.
“What did I get myself into?” Marcus felt incredibly grateful they had gathered here to say good-bye. But this good-bye made it even harder on him to leave them behind.
A Minbari warrior appeared as the bay doors opened. Inclining his head he looked at Neroon for instructions.
“It is time to go, Marcus,” Neroon said in a soft tone.
“Thank you,” Marcus whispered, as his eyes swept over their faces, trying to remember his friends as they stood there.
Delenn walked up to him and bowed. “I will see you on Minbar shortly.”
“Respects, Entil’Zha,” Marcus replied automatically. Neroon’s hand sneaked up behind his back to pull him along.
“Come with me, Marcus,” Neroon whispered, knowing how hard this was on his lover. “Remember Delenn’s words, this is no final good-bye…”
Marcus looked back once more and felt a strange portentous feeling seeing Natalja standing behind Susan, whose eyes sparkled like tiny ice crystals. “Yes, one day we’ll meet again.” Neroon would still be at his side, would still love him. The bay doors closed and he followed Neroon into the shuttle.
Before taking their seats, Neroon pulled him close, seeing the need in Marcus’ draped eyes. Stroking the soft dark hair he whispered, “And so it begins.”
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Epilogue
“Sech Marcus,” Neroon said proudly and bowed. “You are the first human ever to acquire that title.”
Marcus returned the smile. “I didn’t ask for it, you know.” He walked up to Neroon. Although twenty years had passed the Minbari’s appearance had hardly changed. Contrary to mine.
Locks of grey had appeared in Marcus’ hair and beard, and Neroon loved the sight of it. After spending two decades in Marcus’ company he realized how empty his life had been before his lover had entered it that fateful day in Down Below. “Master Durhann will be relieved to know you will carry on the tradition and teach the trainees to properly use their Denn’bok.” Walking towards the shuttle that would take them home Neroon added, “You also received a message from Stephen Franklin one hour ago.”
“Thanks, I'll check on that the moment we get home.” Feeling a little tired from the exercises he had gone through with the trainees, Marcus sat down. Lately his body was starting to tell him that he wasn’t as young and well trained as he used to be. For one moment he envied Neroon who looked not a day older than twenty years ago. “You will join me for a bath, won’t you?” Marcus shot Neroon a challenging look.
“I will,” Neroon said, giving in. One way or the other Marcus would get his wish anyway, he had discovered that years ago. It had only taken Marcus a few months to figure out that he could be easily convinced to see things his lover’s way. He had never told Marcus that he loved it when the ranger assumed control. No need to hand over that trump.
“How was your week, Neroon?” They had last seen each other 7 days ago. Marcus had replaced Master Durhann during training and Neroon had been called away to lead several meetings of the warrior caste.
“Tiring.” Neroon sat down next to Marcus, “Lately the warrior caste resembles the religious caste too much. All they are interested in is discussing clan matters. They could easily have done without my presence.”
The pilot took off and Marcus slid his right hand into Neroon’s, who immediately clasped it tightly. “I missed you, missed your body pressed against mine at night,” Marcus whispered seductively.
Neroon grinned. “It is hard to believe that you were untouched when we met, Marcus. You have greatly changed since the day I made you mine.”
“That reminds me,” Marcus whispered teasingly, brushing the back of Neroon’s neck with his other hand. “We never used those handcuffs they gave us.”
“True,” Neroon agreed. “We do not need them.”
“I wonder why Stephen wants to talk to me.” Marcus changed the subject and softly blew across Neroon’s neck. The first time he had done that Neroon had almost taken him on the spot. To Marcus’s delight it had turned out to be one of Neroon’s most erogenous zones.
A moan escaped Neroon’s lips and he looked disapprovingly at his lover. “This is not the right place to…”
“You know,” Marcus started and brushed Neroon’s lips lightly. “After all these years I still want you as much as I did the first time we made love.”
“I share that desire.” Neroon decided it was time to silence Marcus by deepening the teasing kiss and forcing his lover’s teeth apart.
Casting a quick look at the pilot, Marcus realized that the man paid them no attention. Leaning in, he pushed Neroon’s back against the wall of the shuttle.
Neroon noticed the naughty twinkle in Marcus’ eyes and knew his lover had already made plans for that night. They wouldn’t get much sleep. Pulling away from his lover’s lips, he loved the way Marcus had started to pant softly. “We will continue this later.”
“You’re teasing me,” Marcus berated him and wanted to lunge for Neroon again. As Neroon brushed his hands away, Marcus only grew more determined to have his way with Neroon later that day. “I will take you tonight,” he stated resolved.
Neroon appeared to consider that statement and remembered the shy human he had kissed in Valen’s garden. “Perhaps,” he said teasingly, but knew he could never deny Marcus.
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After he had shed his ranger cloak Marcus moved over to the com unit and accessed Stephen’s message. His initial intention to keep in touch had proven difficult at best and it had been several years since they had talked last. He still remembered the occasion. Stephen and Sarah Chambers had found a cure against the plague the Drakh had unleashed while working together on the Excalibur.
As Neroon walked up behind him he savoured the way the Minbari massaged his tense muscles. Throwing back his head he stared into burning eyes, Neroon’s want and desire obvious in his touch. “This won’t take long,” he whispered, referring to playing Stephen’s message.
“Do you want me to leave?” Neroon didn't want to infringe on Marcus’ privacy.
“No, we never had secrets from each other. Why start now?” Moving his fingers over the crystals the small screen flashed alive. As he leaned in to Neroon’s warm body, he relished being close to his lover again, even if they had only had been apart for a week.
“Hello, Marcus.”
Marcus smiled seeing the content expression in Stephen’s eyes.
“I’m sorry I didn’t catch you in real time, but I want to invite you over for a short stay on Earth, my place.” Stephen grinned. “And Neroon is more than welcome of course.”
Marcus’ laughed and caught Neroon’s gaze with his eyes. “He once told me he liked you,” he remembered. “Right after Lennier took me to Babylon 5 Stephen mockingly told me that we should have invited him to our marriage ceremony!”
Smiling fondly at his lover Neroon listened to the rest of the message.
“You might run in to a few familiar faces,” Stephen said, not revealing any names.
Marcus made a mental note of the date Stephen mentioned and cocked his head to study Neroon’s reaction. “I’d like to travel to Earth. Will you accompany me?”
“Would you go without me?” Neroon asked, already aware of the answer. He just wanted to hear Marcus say the words.
“No, I want you at my side. It would mean a lot to me if you joined me on this trip. I wouldn’t feel complete without you... and honestly, I want you to visit Earth once in your lifetime.” Marcus sighed and rubbed his chin across Neroon’s hand.
“Then I will accompany you,” Neroon said pleased. “And now… I haven’t done this in a long time,” he whispered and grabbed Marcus’ waist.
“What are you…” Marcus was stopped short as Neroon hauled him over his shoulder. “Neroon! Put me down or…”
“Or what?” Neroon asked interested, stopping in his tracks.
“Where are those bloody handcuffs?” Marcus exclaimed, but didn’t struggle to get free.
“They won’t do you any good,” Neroon pointed out to him. “The keys are in my desk.”
“You kept them?” Marcus said in disbelief.
“Always wanted to use them on you,” Neroon teased and proceeded to carry his lover in to the bathroom.
“I’ll get back at Stephen for this!” Marcus yelped as Neroon unceremoniously dropped him into the steaming pool of water. “At least you could have stripped me first! Look at me!” Water dripped from his chin and a rebellious expression colored his eyes. “Now you’re going to join me too!” He grabbed Neroon’s feet and pulled him in to the water.
Neroon allowed this, although he could have easily resisted. Fuelling Marcus’ fire would only add to the intensity of another passionate encounter. Starting to strip his lover Neroon caressed smooth skin. Yes, this will be another night filled with passion.
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“Did Marcus tell you his ETA?” Garibaldi looked at Stephen.
“Yes, Neroon and he should arrive any moment now.” Stephen checked the newly arrived crowd.
“Did you have to invite Neroon?” Garibaldi said in mocked annoyance.
“Come on, Michael. You can’t still be angry with him!” Stephen played along, “I wonder if they ever used those handcuffs.”
“We’ll find out soon enough.” Garibaldi chuckled. “Did I mention I gave Neroon the wrong set of keys?”
“You didn’t!” Stephen exclaimed, amused.
“Yip, I did.” Scanning the crowd with his eyes, Garibaldi discovered Marcus and Neroon first. There aren’t that many Minbari warriors visiting Earth! The two men had seen him as well.
“There they are!” Marcus said cheerfully.
Neroon, who looked uncomfortable, regretted ever agreeing to this trip. But he would go to great lengths to please Marcus and the ranger knew it. Marcus did the same thing for me. He accompanied me to several warrior caste meetings and that was hard on him too, being the only human present. I can deal with this.
“Stephen!” Marcus sighed, relieved to see both his friends in good health. “Had I known Mr.Garibaldi was here…” He exchanged a look with the former Chief.
Michael crooked his head. “Not angry at me, Marcus?”
“Why would I?” Surprised, Marcus looked questioningly at Stephen for an answer.
“They never used them,” Stephen concluded. “After all the trouble we went through to get them.”
Marcus moaned, suddenly remembering the constant verbal bantering on Babylon 5.
“Neroon, welcome to Earth,” Stephen said in a friendly tone. “Ever been here before?”
“No.” Neroon took in his surroundings.
“Let’s head home,” Stephen said, breaking the sudden silence. “John and Delenn should have arrived as well.” It had been difficult for the couple to clear their schedule for the day, but the President and Entil’Zha had told their advisors to manage one day without them.
“Looks like you’re not going to be the only Minbari,” Marcus quipped and poked Neroon playfully in his side and then asked Stephen, “Is this some kind of reunion?”
“Yeah, you could call it that,” Michael said instead and felt sad all of a sudden. Studying Marcus he noticed the grey hair and was once more confronted with the passing of time. The last time he had spoken to John he had realized that his former Captain had grown old as well.
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Neroon wished they were back on Minbar and restlessly, he focused his stare on the set table.
“Relax,” Marcus told him. “We’re not about to step in to the Starfire again. You might as well try and enjoy yourself.” After they had unpacked Marcus had tried to reassure Neroon he was welcome here. Why the warrior doubted that was beyond him. “They invited both of us.”
Neroon nervously nodded his head, uncertain why he felt this apprehensive.
“Neroon, Marcus,” Delenn said pleased, stepping into the dinning room. “Sech Marcus,” she corrected herself and bowed politely.
Both men returned the gesture and Marcus smiled. “I should thank you for this promotion.” It had been Delenn who had suggested he succeed Durhann.
“You deserve it.” Delenn walked over to Neroon. They had become close friends during these last years as peace had prospered on Minbar. Taking Neroon aside she said, “I want to talk to you later.”
“Of course. What about?”
“About Marcus assuming greater responsibilities within the Anla’Shok. This won’t be his last promotion.” Concerned, Delenn looked at John, knowing how little time he had left. Twenty years Lorien had said… those had almost passed. After ample discussion they had decided that Marcus was to succeed Sheridan as Ranger One. She hadn’t told anyone yet, but she knew Marcus wouldn’t have much time to prepare himself for another promotion. Time was slipping through their fingers and she dreaded the day when she would be all alone, would have to live without the love of her life.
Something Sech Turval had once hinted at returned to Neroon, that Delenn had already chosen her successor. Nodding his agreement, Neroon led her back to the dinner table and exchanged a glance with the present Anla’Shok Na, John Sheridan, who looked old and drained. Joining Marcus again, Neroon wondered whom they were waiting for. Judging from the set table two more persons were expected.
“Too bad Lennier can’t be here,” Marcus whispered in to his lover’s ear, trying to spare Delenn’s feelings. “I always liked him.”
“He saved your life by sending you back to Babylon 5,” Neroon said in a soft tone.
“Yes, he did…” He had never asked Delenn what had happened to Lennier as she avoided the topic.
“Here at last!”
Marcus spun around and a smile exploded on his face. “Natalja?”
“Accounted for!” she exclaimed and after bowing to Delenn she headed over to Marcus to give him a warm hug.
“And last but not least…” Stephen stepped aside to let Ivanova enter.
“Susan!” Marcus quickly glanced at Neroon to see if the warrior had grown more comfortable. The smile Neroon gave him, reassured Marcus and he hurried to greet Susan. Looking at her uniform he realized she had been promoted as well. “General Ivanova, you look fabulous!”
“It was a close call though twenty years ago,” Stephen said as he gestured everyone to take their place.
Thankfully he was seated next to Neroon and Delenn, and Marcus secretly took hold of his lover’s hand underneath the table.
Delenn noticed the gesture. It is amazing, she mused; the expression in Marcus’ eyes still took her aback.
“I heard about you getting injured during the fight against Clark, but… Stephen never told me what exactly happened.” Marcus squeezed Neroon’s hand reassuringly. After that life-threatening incident Zack Allen had contacted him on Minbar to inform him Susan had survived the trauma. Zack had also told him that Natalja and Susan had become an item, something which hadn’t surprised him at all.
“Natalja saved my life,” Susan started a little embarrassed. “I was in a coma when I reached Babylon 5. I really thought I had returned there to die, but… somehow Natalja and Lillian managed to figure out how to work that alien healing machine. Did you know that even Zack sacrificed part of his life force to heal my injuries?”
Growing quiet, she watched Marcus’ saddened eyes. Don’t feel sad. I touched passion, Marcus. Being miraculously saved had changed her entire outlook on life. She had grabbed that second chance, promising herself to make the most of it. Susan promised herself to tell Marcus that and thank him before leaving again.
“We’re still together,” Natalja said and leaned forward. “Susan and I. You were right when you told me that the ice had melted.” Her wicked grin broadened seeing Marcus’ delighted expression.
“I always thought you two might work out,” Marcus admitted. “I’m happy for the both of you.” He tightened his hold on Neroon’s hand as the warrior tried to pull away.
Amused, Neroon looked Marcus in the eyes, loving the possessiveness that his lover displayed at times.
“Now where is the food?” Michael rubbed his stomach. “I’m hungry!”
His relaxed comment made them laugh and Marcus leaned back in the chair, caressing Neroon’s fingers who curled them around his in response. Watching them one by one Marcus nodded his head. The Universe might be fair after all.
The end
The vows Marcus and Neroon spoke were taken from the Album The Distance to Here, from Live!