(hi again, I'm back! Yep, you guessed it. This is another Susan and Marcus
fluff story. I think Dr Hobbs' first name is Lilian . I always start off
with good intentions for a plot but by the end of the first chapter it is
up in smoke.
Rating: Part 1 : PG
Disclaimer: all hail to the Great Maker! J M S Forever.)
(Susan is not fatally injured, but she is badly hurt. Marcus still stays with her, talking to her when she's bored. Delenn and John enter arm-in- arm.)
Susan: hey! Welcome back.
John: thanks, but really, I'm gone five minutes and look what happens. (John addresses Marcus) and as for you! (laughter)
Susan: I think he should go back to driving School!
Marcus: in my defence, I was only following orders. And who got you out of there?
Susan: all right, you're forgiven. This time.
Marcus: you are too kind, my Lady.
Susan: I know. (John and Delenn raise their eyebrows as Marcus and Susan gaze into each other's eyes.)
John: how why you feeling Susan?
Susan: I'm OK.
Marcus: liar.
Susan: I am not! (he grins smugly)
Marcus: exactly.
Susan: what? Oooh! You're incorrigible
Marcus: yep. That's me. (John rolls his eyes at their usual banter)
Susan: I'll be OK in a few days.
Marcus: at least a week. (Susan glares at him. Marcus shrugs, un concerned)
Susan: don't you ever shut up? (her face softens to a challenging grin)
Marcus: very rarely.
John: I'm afraid I have bad news.
Susan: Oh?
John: you are going back to B5
Susan: you wouldn't!
John: it's not my decision Susan.
Susan: whose then?
John: the doctors. We're going to need the space for our other injured.
Susan: I won't stay here then. I'll go up to the bridge.
John: Susan...
Susan: alright. I'll do as I'm told.
Marcus: for a change (she tries to look angry, but her eyes a laugh at this jest)
Susan: you 're one to talk!
Marcus: Moi?
Susan: yes! You!
Marcus: OK, I surrender
Susan: good! Because I never do.
John: yes, you do. You just turn everything around, so it looks like you've won.
Susan: shh! Are you trying to give away all my secrets?
John: no, if I was, I'd mention... July 8, 2259.
Susan: I didn't say a word.
Marcus: oh no, I want to hear this.
John: or 12th August, 2249?
Susan: John! (laughter)
Marcus: I definitely want to hear this.
Susan: no you don't.
Marcus: yes I do.
Susan: don't argue.
Marcus: why not? (Susan growls with exasperation. Marcus just chuckles)
John: well, anyway, if you'll excuse us... (John and Delenn exit arm in arm)
Marcus: come on, I'm intrigued. Let's hear those stories.
Susan: don't be nosy
Marcus: I am a ranger. It is my business.
Susan: no.
Marcus: I have ways of extracting information, you know.
Susan: oh really?
Marcus: yes, really!
Susan: maybe you should try them out. Although, I wonder if they are any better than your steering? (meanwhile John and Delenn are walking and talking)
John: is it me or are those two in love?
Delenn: it's taken you this long to notice?
John: no, but it's taken her this long.
Delenn: what's that phrase? It was a close shave. She was unconscious when he brought her aboard, and he looked terrified.
John: knowing those two, it will be another month before they even kiss.
Delenn: yes, they have both been hurt before. And the last thing he wants to do is scare her away. He'd rather just be friends than risk losing her.
(Back on b5, a few days later. Near midnight, Marcus enters Medlab and goes into Susan's alcove. She is sitting up, waiting anxiously)
Marcus: and here I thought you were supposed to be asleep. (he sits on a chair by her bed)
Susan: I can't sleep. What's your excuse?
Marcus: same problem. We should know by tomorrow morning.
Susan: yeah. (sigh) so, what do we do in the mean time?
Marcus: I've got a deck of cards?
Susan: why am I not surprised?
(next morning, they are both fast asleep, his head resting on the bed by her shoulder. Dr Hobbs enters and shakes her head, grinning Marcus wakes up. They whisper quietly)
Marcus: good morning, Lilian.
Dr Hobbs: Hi. what time did she fall asleep?
Marcus: about 2 AM
Dr Hobbs: good.
Marcus: what's the time?
Dr Hobbs: 1000 hours. I'll bet you had pleasant dreams.
Marcus: what d'you mean?
Dr Hobbs: don't play this game with me.
Marcus: I have no idea what you're implying.
Dr Hobbs: of course not.
Marcus: so, have you heard anything from earth yet?
Dr Hobbs: not yet.
Marcus: I hope everything's OK.
Dr Hobbs: I'm sure it will all work out in the end (Susan stirs and stretches)
Marcus: morning.
Susan: hey.
Marcus: you slept well.
Susan: what's the time?
Marcus: 1000.
Susan: have we heard anything yet?
Marcus: no. Not yet. (Susan sighs and tries to sit up, before wincing in pain.) here let me help. (he helps her to sit up)
Susan: thank you. (dr Hobbs runs a scanner over Susan. She barely notices because her eyes are locked with Marcus'. Dr Hobbs leaves quietly, but they still don't notice. After a few minutes Susan looks away.) Oh. She's gone.
Marcus: yeah.
Susan: how about another round of cards while we wait?
Marcus: gladly.
(a few minutes later, Dr Hobbs entersm, grinning.)
Dr Hobbs: they did it!
Marcus: we won?
Dr Hobbs: yes. Clark has committed suicide. We won. The captain and Delenn are on Earth now.
Susan : (dr Hobbs exits) it over! It's finally over. (Susan grips his hand and smiles)
Marcus: and now we make a fresh start. With the Alliance.
Susan: if everyone will join of course.
Marcus: they will.
Susan: you sound very certain?
Marcus: it's silly not to.
Susan: what makes you say that?
Marcus: well, you're in it for one thing.
Susan: careful, that's enough to send most running for the hills.
Marcus: not me.
Susan: I know, and that's really got me confused.
Marcus: confused?
Susan: I'm not exactly an easy-going person.
Marcus: true. But it adds to the charm.
Susan: I'm also high-maintenance.
Marcus: it's not like you need an oil change once a day.
Susan: Huh?
Marcus: Sorry, 20th century slang.
Susan: Oh.
Marcus: still not getting the part where you're confused.
Susan: I'm not a very nice person.
Marcus: nonsense! You can be kinder than anyone I know. And you have very strong morals.
Susan: I'm very bitchy.
Marcus: anyone can be if they want to.
Susan: I'm horrid to you.
Marcus: you mean the part where you called me a stupid, impulsive, undisciplined pain in the ass?
Susan: ' bloody' pain in the ass, actually.
Marcus: I like to think we've moved beyond that now.
Susan: Nah, you're still the same person. I've just learnt to tolerate you. (she says with the wicked grin)
Marcus: tolerate me?
Susan: yes. After all, your sense of humour leaves much to be desired.
Marcus: MY sense of humour?
Susan: yes.
Markers: what about yours?
Susan: I'm Russian.
Marcus: is that an excuse?
Susan: no. A reason.
Marcus: I see. Is your heritage also the reason you can tolerate me?
Susan: on the contrary, in Russia, we are disciplined and always catalogue stupid things... For future reference. I have been very busy around you!
Marcus: OK! Now on insulted.
Susan: see what I mean? Anyone else would have seen that coming.
Marcus: who says I didn't. My parents always told me it's impolite to interrupt a lady when she is speaking. I just gave you the benefit of the doubt (he chuckles)
Susan: Oooh!
Marcus: truce?
Susan: I never give up!
Marcus: who said anything about giving up?
Susan: I lost the last round.
Marcus: I thought I'd quit while I was ahead.
Susan: why spoil a habit of a lifetime? (they laugh)
Marcus: seriously, why are you confused?
Susan: you're a nice guy.
Marcus: thank you.
Susan: and usually nice guys can't take me. You're the exception to the rule.
Marcus: but the captain, Lennier, Stephen, Mr Gari... well, the first three nice guys. (they laughed again)
Susan: yes, but they're my friends.
Marcus: and I'm not?! Now I really am insulted
Susan: Marcus
Marcus: yes?
Susan: I know I've been... Nasty... Bitchy to you sometimes
Marcus: no, you -
Susan: Marcus?
Marcus: Huh?
Susan: shut up for five minutes. OK?
Marcus: OK.
Susan: John, Stephen, Lennier, AND Michael (Marcus chuckles) are my friends. And they are all good guys. However, I'm not talking about being friends. And I think you know that, don't you? (Marcus mime's zipping his lips closed. Susan sighs in exasperation) please be serious.
Marcus: why should I? My sense of humour, however bad, is part of who I am.
Susan: because this is hard enough for me to say as it is.
Marcus: sorry. Just trying to lighten the mood. Maybe then I could get some circulation back into my hand? (she still has hold of his hand and is squeezing it. She drops it guiltily)
Susan: sorry!
Marcus: it's okay. It was a good sort of pain.
Susan: how can any sort of pain be good?
Marcus: you were holding my hand. (she smiles nervously, but then it fades, replaced by fear.)
Susan: what are we doing!?!
Marcus: just talking.
Susan: no, we're not just doing anything.
Marcus: oh no you don't! You are not going to do this to me now.
Susan: do what?
Marcus: argue.
Susan: why not?
Marcus: because of this! (he pulls her against him and kisses her. She melts against him and puts her arms around him. It starts desperately, but they break slightly for just a moment, and he tries to pull away. But she kisses him again. This time it is more tender, but no less passionate. Everyone in Medlab stares at them. When they finally break apart, gasping for breath, they smile from ear to ear. Susan looks up and frowns and then glares at everyone else, blushing. The others turn away and she returns her attention to Marcus, smiling softly. Their hands intertwine, his thumbs rubbing alongside her hands. Neither wants to speak , as if it would break the spell. But Dr Hobbs enters and clears her throat. Susan groans and turns to look at her.)
Dr Hobbs: excuse me. Marcus, there is a message for you.
Marcus: OK. Excuse me. (Susan nods, smiling softly as he reluctantly exits. Her smile turns to a glare as she shifts her attention to Lilian, who beats a hasty retreat. Marcus returns a few minutes later) something's come up. I have to go... I'm sorry
Susan: it's okay.
Marcus: I could... Stop by again later?
Susan: you'd better! (Marcus grins in relief)
Marcus: until then. (he takes her hand and kisses it softly, then exits)
( later, Susan and Dr Hobbs are talking)
Dr Hobbs: So, after two years, he's finally won you over, huh?
Susan: (she smiles innocently) who?
Dr Hobbs: Marcus. The guy who's been in love with you since day one.
Susan: I don't know what you're talking about.
Dr Hobbs: let me refresh your memory. About your height. Dark hair, grey eyes, beard, handsome. You know, the one you were kissing with such gusto earlier. Do you love him back?
Susan: what makes you think he loves me?
Dr Hobbs: let's look at the evidence, shall we? 1) you kissed. 2) afterwards he was practically dancing on air. 3) he has been by your side since the accident, except when others ordered him away. 4) when he's with you, his eyes are always softer and smiling. 5) he's always, checking you out, when he thinks you're not looking. 6) he told Stephen. Shall I continue?
Susan: no, thank you.
Dr Hobbs: do you love him? (long pause when Susan just smiles contentedly) is that a yes?
Susan: you'll just have to wait and see.
Dr Hobbs: no, come on! It's not a difficult question. Yes or No? (long pause) you're crazy if you don't! He's kind, gentle, intelligent, handsome and he's nuts about you. Okay, so, his sense of humour leaves its ALOT to be desired, but nobody is perfect (Susan laughs at this and then sees Marcus enters Medlab. Her joyous smile fades to a worried frown, when she realises he's limping. He enters her alcove, leaning heavily on the door frame)
Susan: Marcus, are you okay? (dr Hobbs runs a scanner over him)
Marcus: fine, just a little... (he pitches forward, but catches himself with one arm. The other just hangs uselessly at his side) weak.
Dr Hobbs: three broken ribs... (Marcus collapses)
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Rating: Part 1 : PG
Disclaimer: all hail to the Great Maker! J M S Forever.)
(Susan is not fatally injured, but she is badly hurt. Marcus still stays with her, talking to her when she's bored. Delenn and John enter arm-in- arm.)
Susan: hey! Welcome back.
John: thanks, but really, I'm gone five minutes and look what happens. (John addresses Marcus) and as for you! (laughter)
Susan: I think he should go back to driving School!
Marcus: in my defence, I was only following orders. And who got you out of there?
Susan: all right, you're forgiven. This time.
Marcus: you are too kind, my Lady.
Susan: I know. (John and Delenn raise their eyebrows as Marcus and Susan gaze into each other's eyes.)
John: how why you feeling Susan?
Susan: I'm OK.
Marcus: liar.
Susan: I am not! (he grins smugly)
Marcus: exactly.
Susan: what? Oooh! You're incorrigible
Marcus: yep. That's me. (John rolls his eyes at their usual banter)
Susan: I'll be OK in a few days.
Marcus: at least a week. (Susan glares at him. Marcus shrugs, un concerned)
Susan: don't you ever shut up? (her face softens to a challenging grin)
Marcus: very rarely.
John: I'm afraid I have bad news.
Susan: Oh?
John: you are going back to B5
Susan: you wouldn't!
John: it's not my decision Susan.
Susan: whose then?
John: the doctors. We're going to need the space for our other injured.
Susan: I won't stay here then. I'll go up to the bridge.
John: Susan...
Susan: alright. I'll do as I'm told.
Marcus: for a change (she tries to look angry, but her eyes a laugh at this jest)
Susan: you 're one to talk!
Marcus: Moi?
Susan: yes! You!
Marcus: OK, I surrender
Susan: good! Because I never do.
John: yes, you do. You just turn everything around, so it looks like you've won.
Susan: shh! Are you trying to give away all my secrets?
John: no, if I was, I'd mention... July 8, 2259.
Susan: I didn't say a word.
Marcus: oh no, I want to hear this.
John: or 12th August, 2249?
Susan: John! (laughter)
Marcus: I definitely want to hear this.
Susan: no you don't.
Marcus: yes I do.
Susan: don't argue.
Marcus: why not? (Susan growls with exasperation. Marcus just chuckles)
John: well, anyway, if you'll excuse us... (John and Delenn exit arm in arm)
Marcus: come on, I'm intrigued. Let's hear those stories.
Susan: don't be nosy
Marcus: I am a ranger. It is my business.
Susan: no.
Marcus: I have ways of extracting information, you know.
Susan: oh really?
Marcus: yes, really!
Susan: maybe you should try them out. Although, I wonder if they are any better than your steering? (meanwhile John and Delenn are walking and talking)
John: is it me or are those two in love?
Delenn: it's taken you this long to notice?
John: no, but it's taken her this long.
Delenn: what's that phrase? It was a close shave. She was unconscious when he brought her aboard, and he looked terrified.
John: knowing those two, it will be another month before they even kiss.
Delenn: yes, they have both been hurt before. And the last thing he wants to do is scare her away. He'd rather just be friends than risk losing her.
(Back on b5, a few days later. Near midnight, Marcus enters Medlab and goes into Susan's alcove. She is sitting up, waiting anxiously)
Marcus: and here I thought you were supposed to be asleep. (he sits on a chair by her bed)
Susan: I can't sleep. What's your excuse?
Marcus: same problem. We should know by tomorrow morning.
Susan: yeah. (sigh) so, what do we do in the mean time?
Marcus: I've got a deck of cards?
Susan: why am I not surprised?
(next morning, they are both fast asleep, his head resting on the bed by her shoulder. Dr Hobbs enters and shakes her head, grinning Marcus wakes up. They whisper quietly)
Marcus: good morning, Lilian.
Dr Hobbs: Hi. what time did she fall asleep?
Marcus: about 2 AM
Dr Hobbs: good.
Marcus: what's the time?
Dr Hobbs: 1000 hours. I'll bet you had pleasant dreams.
Marcus: what d'you mean?
Dr Hobbs: don't play this game with me.
Marcus: I have no idea what you're implying.
Dr Hobbs: of course not.
Marcus: so, have you heard anything from earth yet?
Dr Hobbs: not yet.
Marcus: I hope everything's OK.
Dr Hobbs: I'm sure it will all work out in the end (Susan stirs and stretches)
Marcus: morning.
Susan: hey.
Marcus: you slept well.
Susan: what's the time?
Marcus: 1000.
Susan: have we heard anything yet?
Marcus: no. Not yet. (Susan sighs and tries to sit up, before wincing in pain.) here let me help. (he helps her to sit up)
Susan: thank you. (dr Hobbs runs a scanner over Susan. She barely notices because her eyes are locked with Marcus'. Dr Hobbs leaves quietly, but they still don't notice. After a few minutes Susan looks away.) Oh. She's gone.
Marcus: yeah.
Susan: how about another round of cards while we wait?
Marcus: gladly.
(a few minutes later, Dr Hobbs entersm, grinning.)
Dr Hobbs: they did it!
Marcus: we won?
Dr Hobbs: yes. Clark has committed suicide. We won. The captain and Delenn are on Earth now.
Susan : (dr Hobbs exits) it over! It's finally over. (Susan grips his hand and smiles)
Marcus: and now we make a fresh start. With the Alliance.
Susan: if everyone will join of course.
Marcus: they will.
Susan: you sound very certain?
Marcus: it's silly not to.
Susan: what makes you say that?
Marcus: well, you're in it for one thing.
Susan: careful, that's enough to send most running for the hills.
Marcus: not me.
Susan: I know, and that's really got me confused.
Marcus: confused?
Susan: I'm not exactly an easy-going person.
Marcus: true. But it adds to the charm.
Susan: I'm also high-maintenance.
Marcus: it's not like you need an oil change once a day.
Susan: Huh?
Marcus: Sorry, 20th century slang.
Susan: Oh.
Marcus: still not getting the part where you're confused.
Susan: I'm not a very nice person.
Marcus: nonsense! You can be kinder than anyone I know. And you have very strong morals.
Susan: I'm very bitchy.
Marcus: anyone can be if they want to.
Susan: I'm horrid to you.
Marcus: you mean the part where you called me a stupid, impulsive, undisciplined pain in the ass?
Susan: ' bloody' pain in the ass, actually.
Marcus: I like to think we've moved beyond that now.
Susan: Nah, you're still the same person. I've just learnt to tolerate you. (she says with the wicked grin)
Marcus: tolerate me?
Susan: yes. After all, your sense of humour leaves much to be desired.
Marcus: MY sense of humour?
Susan: yes.
Markers: what about yours?
Susan: I'm Russian.
Marcus: is that an excuse?
Susan: no. A reason.
Marcus: I see. Is your heritage also the reason you can tolerate me?
Susan: on the contrary, in Russia, we are disciplined and always catalogue stupid things... For future reference. I have been very busy around you!
Marcus: OK! Now on insulted.
Susan: see what I mean? Anyone else would have seen that coming.
Marcus: who says I didn't. My parents always told me it's impolite to interrupt a lady when she is speaking. I just gave you the benefit of the doubt (he chuckles)
Susan: Oooh!
Marcus: truce?
Susan: I never give up!
Marcus: who said anything about giving up?
Susan: I lost the last round.
Marcus: I thought I'd quit while I was ahead.
Susan: why spoil a habit of a lifetime? (they laugh)
Marcus: seriously, why are you confused?
Susan: you're a nice guy.
Marcus: thank you.
Susan: and usually nice guys can't take me. You're the exception to the rule.
Marcus: but the captain, Lennier, Stephen, Mr Gari... well, the first three nice guys. (they laughed again)
Susan: yes, but they're my friends.
Marcus: and I'm not?! Now I really am insulted
Susan: Marcus
Marcus: yes?
Susan: I know I've been... Nasty... Bitchy to you sometimes
Marcus: no, you -
Susan: Marcus?
Marcus: Huh?
Susan: shut up for five minutes. OK?
Marcus: OK.
Susan: John, Stephen, Lennier, AND Michael (Marcus chuckles) are my friends. And they are all good guys. However, I'm not talking about being friends. And I think you know that, don't you? (Marcus mime's zipping his lips closed. Susan sighs in exasperation) please be serious.
Marcus: why should I? My sense of humour, however bad, is part of who I am.
Susan: because this is hard enough for me to say as it is.
Marcus: sorry. Just trying to lighten the mood. Maybe then I could get some circulation back into my hand? (she still has hold of his hand and is squeezing it. She drops it guiltily)
Susan: sorry!
Marcus: it's okay. It was a good sort of pain.
Susan: how can any sort of pain be good?
Marcus: you were holding my hand. (she smiles nervously, but then it fades, replaced by fear.)
Susan: what are we doing!?!
Marcus: just talking.
Susan: no, we're not just doing anything.
Marcus: oh no you don't! You are not going to do this to me now.
Susan: do what?
Marcus: argue.
Susan: why not?
Marcus: because of this! (he pulls her against him and kisses her. She melts against him and puts her arms around him. It starts desperately, but they break slightly for just a moment, and he tries to pull away. But she kisses him again. This time it is more tender, but no less passionate. Everyone in Medlab stares at them. When they finally break apart, gasping for breath, they smile from ear to ear. Susan looks up and frowns and then glares at everyone else, blushing. The others turn away and she returns her attention to Marcus, smiling softly. Their hands intertwine, his thumbs rubbing alongside her hands. Neither wants to speak , as if it would break the spell. But Dr Hobbs enters and clears her throat. Susan groans and turns to look at her.)
Dr Hobbs: excuse me. Marcus, there is a message for you.
Marcus: OK. Excuse me. (Susan nods, smiling softly as he reluctantly exits. Her smile turns to a glare as she shifts her attention to Lilian, who beats a hasty retreat. Marcus returns a few minutes later) something's come up. I have to go... I'm sorry
Susan: it's okay.
Marcus: I could... Stop by again later?
Susan: you'd better! (Marcus grins in relief)
Marcus: until then. (he takes her hand and kisses it softly, then exits)
( later, Susan and Dr Hobbs are talking)
Dr Hobbs: So, after two years, he's finally won you over, huh?
Susan: (she smiles innocently) who?
Dr Hobbs: Marcus. The guy who's been in love with you since day one.
Susan: I don't know what you're talking about.
Dr Hobbs: let me refresh your memory. About your height. Dark hair, grey eyes, beard, handsome. You know, the one you were kissing with such gusto earlier. Do you love him back?
Susan: what makes you think he loves me?
Dr Hobbs: let's look at the evidence, shall we? 1) you kissed. 2) afterwards he was practically dancing on air. 3) he has been by your side since the accident, except when others ordered him away. 4) when he's with you, his eyes are always softer and smiling. 5) he's always, checking you out, when he thinks you're not looking. 6) he told Stephen. Shall I continue?
Susan: no, thank you.
Dr Hobbs: do you love him? (long pause when Susan just smiles contentedly) is that a yes?
Susan: you'll just have to wait and see.
Dr Hobbs: no, come on! It's not a difficult question. Yes or No? (long pause) you're crazy if you don't! He's kind, gentle, intelligent, handsome and he's nuts about you. Okay, so, his sense of humour leaves its ALOT to be desired, but nobody is perfect (Susan laughs at this and then sees Marcus enters Medlab. Her joyous smile fades to a worried frown, when she realises he's limping. He enters her alcove, leaning heavily on the door frame)
Susan: Marcus, are you okay? (dr Hobbs runs a scanner over him)
Marcus: fine, just a little... (he pitches forward, but catches himself with one arm. The other just hangs uselessly at his side) weak.
Dr Hobbs: three broken ribs... (Marcus collapses)
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