Disclaimer: Not mine, not mine, and not mine. I think that covers it. I'm just another fan trying to make the show a little bit better. So review to help me, okay?

Author's Note: I'm just dealing with Talia, and I'm not planning to re-write the entire season five (although it certainly needs help...or to not exist. That might be just me, but so far I've refused to watch past the second episode because the writers utterly destroyed all the characters they didn't get rid of in seasons 1-4). I'm not going to bother repeating the episodes written in the show up to the end of season four, except to insert 2 tiny things. (Which means there are going to be some serious time jumps in this story where all that stuff happens). Other than that, everything happened just the way it happened on the show until we get to the start of season five, where NOTHING happened the way it happed on the show. And yes, I'm sorry, but that means that in this fic Marcus still died. These are thoughts that are deliberately being sent from one telepath to another, although anything that is thought has the possibility of being "over heard" without being in .

3 weeks after the Gathering....

Bester stood in the center of the prison's security office at the Corp's Epsilon Facility on Mars. Psi Core had several operations on Mars aside from their public base and their supposedly "secret" base that Earth Gov had expected them to construct. The planet was perfect for secret bases; its population was trapped in isolated domes connected by tunnels, like rodents living underground, unable to travel anywhere there was not oxygen. Sometimes Bester wondered how many secrets where concealed beneath the planet's red dust.

It was a small room, paneled with security screens that showed several views of the different cells. Far over half of them had occupants. It might be time to build an additional facility, Bester mused, despite the high turnover rate of places like these. He turned his gaze to his most recent headache, in a quite literal sense of the word; she had been trained well in mind blocks, almost too well for a Teep of her ability. Still, as an intern with the Psi Cops she would have been taught by the best. He could almost reach her, through her image on the view screen. Her mind...

A soft mental "cough" diverted his attention and Bester drew back into his own mind. He turned expectantly to the young aide, Calvin Arlett, hovering at the door.

Sir? the young man quavered.

Yes, Mr. Arlett? Bester sent back soothingly, coaching the youngster into sending Bester his thoughts even though Bester had learned everything he need to know from the briefest touch.

This is the list of currently unassigned Commercial Telepaths you requested. To select a replacement for Miss Alexander.

Thank you, Bester did not cross the room to take the pad. I believe Miss Winters will do nicely.

Yes Sir, the young man sent, executing a nearly perfect about face as he turned to go.

Bester turned back to the view screen and frowned at Lyta Alexander's prone form. "Wait a moment Mr. Arlett."

"Sir?" the telepath asked, following Besters lead and speaking aloud.

"Have a sleeper personality implanted in Miss Winters first. Babylon 5 has turned out to be a much more... interesting... place than we first suspected. If Miss Winters does stumble across something interesting it would be so much more efficient to extract information from a willing mind."