Disclaimer: nothing in this story belongs to me except Saffire; everything else is property of the almighty JMS. All hail the mighty JMS!!!          A wavy line (like this ~) signifies telepathic talking.                                                                                                                                                           Italics (like this) mean the person is thinking

A Friend's Friend

"Where are we going?" Galen asked.

~To see a friend~

"And who is this friend?" He looked at the form next to him in the lift. The Guardians were a unique race only known to a few. To top that off they were the only non-human race on record. Galen felt lucky to be the life long friend of this one.

The top of her head came to his waist; she wasn't very tall but she didn't need to be. With the form of an old Earth panther, she was well equipped with claws and teeth and a few other very useful weapons. Her coat was a pure silver, and her eyes the deep majestic purple of her clan's color. They were still pools that ran deep.

She looked up to him and cocked her head slightly.

~What?~

"Who is this friend, Saffire?" the lift came to a stop and Saffire started down the hall.

~For a Technomage you aren't very patient~

Galen shrugged and followed. They reached Med-lab, and Galen felt Saffire get anxious.

"Your friend is ill?" In all the years he had known her, Galen had never felt her anxious like this. She didn't respond immediately, merely walked into Med-lab.

~Have you heard the story of Marcus Cole, Galen?~

"Is he the ranger that fought the Earth Force-shadow tech ships with Susan Ivanova. Didn't he give his life force to save her?" Galen thought for a moment, "Cryogenic freezing?" Saffire jumped onto one of the examining tables and lied down to wait for Doctor Franklin.

~Yes~

"Is he the friend you won't tell me about?" Galen asked surprised.

~He is my guardianee, Galen~

Galen shook off the memory. That had been nearly seven years ago. Saffire had ended up asking him to help bring Marcus back.

Galen shook his head to keep himself from slipping back into the memory. Instead he tried to focus on Captain Mathew Gideon and what was being said.

"And Earth is looking at possibly doing the Cryogenic Freezing until the cure is found. I know…" Gideon's voice trailed off as the memory resurfaced.

~I feel I have failed him, Galen~ Saffire's telepathic words seemed sad.

"I was informed that he let no one stand in his way," Galen tried to reassure her, "I doubt there's much you could have done."

"Hello Saffire, who's your friend?"

Saffire let out a happy growling sound in greeting. ~Hi Steven. Surely you have met Galen the Technomage~

"Well I have now. Hello Galen, Dr. Steven Franklin," He offered his hand. Galen shook it then sat back to see why he had been led here.

~Any progress Steven?~

"Not yet, I have been bogged down with so many different patients that I just haven't had the time. I'm sorry," Steven sighed. To Galen he sounded tired and worn down.

When was the last time he slept? Galen wondered.

"Galen?" a voice interrupted the memory. "Galen!"

He shook the memory off and looked around the room. The meeting had adjourned. He rubbed his temples to try and clear the details of that meeting on Babylon 5.

"Yes, Mathew?"

"The meeting is over," Galen gave him a look that said he had gathered that much then went back to rubbing his temples. "Are you all right Galen? You seem a little off-beat and more preoccupied then usual."

"I am fine, Mathew. I just need to leave for a while," Galen looked at the captain and gave a frustrated sigh.

"I was starting to wonder if you were ever going to leave again. It's been nearly three months since you came back from your last trip," Gideon replied, ignoring the sigh.

"Now Mathew, there's no need for-"

"CAPTAIN TO THE BRIDGE" John Matheson's voice cut in, "I REPEAT CAPTAIN TO THE BRIDGE"

"Well, duty calls Galen, have fun on your trip."

Three days later, Captain Gideon sat in his office looking through the many reports that he always hated reading. Maintance found a problem here, Med-lab needed something there, and most of the time it was something small and insignificant. He set the reports aside and put his feet on the desk.

"What is it? Does the universe hate me this month or something? I mean the last big thing it gave me was…" he sat and tried to think of the last major thing that had happened. As if in answer, Matheson's voice flooded his room.

"BATTLE STATIONS CAPTAIN TO THE BRIDGE, I REPEAT, BATTLE STATIONS CAPTAIN TO THE BRIDGE!"

"Thank-you, Universe!" Gideon happily jumped up and ran to the bridge.

"What've ya got, John?" Mathew called as he reached the bridge.

"Well, sir, we have one unidentified flyer headed strait for us. No weapons evident, but it has assumed ramming speed."

"Ramming speed? Just how big is this thing, Matheson?!"

"It's smaller than a star fury, but it's traveling many times faster than the Excalibur, sir." Gideon looked at Matheson.

"Can we disable it?" he asked after a moment's silence.

"This is going to sound strange sir, but we haven't found any systems on it."

"Are you telling me this is some kind of debris that is going over a hundred and twenty miles per hour?!" Gideon asked skeptically.

"Many times that speed Captain. If we don't do something it'll have the same effect as a bullet from a revolver." Gideon thought for another minute.

"Which direction is it coming from?"

"Strait ahead, Sir."

"Let's use the docking bay gravity to slow it down, like we did when we found Captain Lochley."

"But Sir-"

"Don't 'but sir' me just get me a full security team down there. I want my ship safe but I want this thing stopped," Mathew started off the bridge, "Well get to it John."

"Yes Sir."

Mathew got to the docking bay just in time to hear three PPG shots and a pain filled roar. He was glad he stopped by Med-lab to grab the tranquilizer. He had a gut feeling that he would need it.

He took a deep breath and swung in front of the docking bay doors as they opened. As he started into the bay he was shoved to the ground by something big, gray, and bleeding. He wasted no time pulling the trigger of the tranquilizer when he felt it come in contact with the creature.

It stumbled off of him and down the hall a few paces dragging it's back leg before it turned to him. It looked at him with majestic purple eyes before falling to the floor unconscious.

I know there are a few unanswered questions, but I plan to answer them in future chapters. I will get to the Babylon 5 part of the crossover really soon I promise. So what do ya think? Should I continue it? R&R if ya think so later.