Chapter 1.

Title: A Helping... Hand.

Fandom: Babylon 5.

Characters: Delenn, Lochley, Sheridan.

Rating: T, for minor swearing and non-explicit sexuality. Mild femslash.

Disclaimer: I do not think that I can do a better, equal or even passable imitation of The Great Maker Straczynski. This is just for fun. I don't own it. I don't get money from it. Sue me and I'll laugh. And hide.

Warnings: Awkwardness, sexual situations (non graphic), mild swearing.

Spoilers: Just the huge Sheridan personal revelation in Season 5.

Summary: Delenn needs Lochley's help. And Murphy's looking over their shoulder.

Author's Note: I wrote this ages ago at work. Still got that annoying little bout of writer's block, so I decided to put this up. I swear I WILL finish all of my stories, unless I die first. It's just taking me some time, for which I am very sorry to all of you.

Lochley stood back to let Delenn in, puzzled. While they had come to terms with each other after John's surprise revelation to his wife, Delenn had still not sought out a friendship with Lochley as of yet. And Lochley was still slightly intimidated by the quiet strength the Minbari held herself with, although she'd never admit it.

"What can I do for you, Ambassador?" Lochley asked, opting for a clinically professional approach.

"I was wondering if I could ask you about a very... personal issue." Delenn said, looking as shifty as a Minbari could look.

'Oh crap, she's going to ask about me and John!' She thought, panicking. She really didn't want to talk about his. "Uh, Ambassador-"

"Please, this is very personal and... rather embarrassing. I'd prefer it if you called me Delenn."

Trying to fight the urge to either gape or flee, she said "OK, then. Delenn."

"Thank you. I was wondering... where do I... HOW do I..." She looked frustrated, and Lochley could feel for her. She, too, was rarely lost for words.

"I think I need your advice."

Lochley paused, surprised. Then her brain re-engaged and she gestured to the sofa. "Please, have a seat. Would you like some tea?"

"Thank you. And yes, please, some tea would be perfect." She sat with a fluid grace that the Captain privately envied as she went about getting the tea ready. The silence was deafening in its meaning and profoundness as she tried to guess what the Ambassador wanted, and tried not to think that it might have something to do with the three month embarrassment on her record that was her marriage to John.

"I am still trying to understand what it means to be what I am." Delenn said suddenly, taking Lochley by surprise as she poured the water, causing her to spill some of it on the counter. Delenn didn't seem to notice as she continued. "I am no longer a Minbari, but neither am I Human. I belong to neither. John would say that I am both. I do not know how to define myself anymore, except by John. Our love is the only stable thing in my soul now, and I want to make him happy. In every way."

Lochley felt as if she teetered on the edge of a precipice, suspended over a pit of humiliation and potential social and political estrangement. And then Delenn confirmed it.

"I need your advice on how to best... please John. As his wife... as a woman."

'Oh, crap!'

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