Metamorph
By Oonagh
Disclaimer: I do not own Babylon 5 and I am making no profit from this story.
Author's Note: This story is set during 'Revelations' and it theorises about all the Delenn scenes we didn't get to see on the show. Please read and review.
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When Delenn first opened her eyes it took a while for awareness to return and before it did she began to panic. She couldn't see but she could feel mucus in her nose and in her mouth. She opened her eyes and still couldn't see. Her panic grew and she began to struggle, pushing her arms and legs against whatever it was that was holding her in place. She tried to call out for Lenier – uncertain to whom the name belonged but knowing that he was someone who would help – but the action allowed more mucus to seep into her mouth and so she stopped trying to talk and concentrated on trying to move. The physical activity kicked her neurons into action and memory came flooding back.
Delenn. Her name was Delenn. And Lenier was her aide. Her friend. With memory came the realisation that panic wasn't necessary. She knew was she was now – in her cocoon. And – since she was obviously still alive – her metamorphosis must have been successful. A huge swell of relief washed over her at that thought. Delenn had lived all her life faithful to the precepts of her religion. She believed in the prophecies absolutely and without doubt. But, even with her faith to support her, the decision to be the first of her kind to attempt this transformation had been a daunting one and she had been a little frightened that it would not work. This concern wasn't based on a fear that the prophecy was incorrect but rather on a fear that she would make a mistake, do something wrong, or that she had misread everything and that the prophecy wasn't intended for her, that the belief that she should be the one to undergo this change was nothing but arrogance. But obviously those fears had been unfounded.
Still blinded by darkness and mucus, Delenn methodically began to knock down the walls of her chrysalis. After only a few seconds she felt cool air against her face and moments after that she broke free and lay on the floor, gasping breathlessly. Then she sat up and began wiping the mucus from her nose and mouth. She noted the rough feel of her hands against her mouth with surprise – she had never imagined that the skin of humans would be so coarse. Once she was certain that her face was relatively clear of the foul-smelling mucus Delenn opened her eyes, allowed them to slowly adjust to the light and then looked around. Her quarters looked unchanged, with the exception of the votive candles Lenier had left burning in front of the now destroyed cocoon. Delenn lifted a hand to pinch out the flames but then stopped short, her arm raised in front of her head.
It hadn't worked. The metamorphosis had failed, had gone terribly, horribly wrong. She stared in horror at the crusty, green-black coating that covered her arm. What had she turned into? Where had her blind arrogance led her? With a hoarse cry Delenn closed her eyes once more and, rocking back and forth, began to pray.
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Author's Note: There is more written so please review and let me know if you think I should post it. Thanks.