Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Babylon 5, or the characters. This takes places just after Marcus found the alien device and healed Susan, however I let him live because they are just so meant to be and too damn cute not the be given a chance. This is my first Babylon 5 fanfic so please review and be kind :P Enjoy!

Seated in the Zocalo, Marcus picked away at something that resembled chicken, but was definitely not. Although the cuisine was different on Babylon 5, he had had much worse, and was one to complain.

He glanced around the immediate area, hoping to see someone who would help curb his boredom. After giving almost all of his life energy to Ivanova, and the doctors finding him just in time to save the last bit that he had left, he was under strict order by Delenn, Steven and the rest of the command staff to take it easy for a while. Nothing strenuous, meaning no training or fun really.

It had been a month and he was almost back to himself, but it had been a long road.
Saving Susan was worth him losing his life, but he was happy that he had survived because he got to see her smile again. The smile that could melt all the ice that had formed around his shattered heart. She had been left with only bruises that faded away in mere days, and was back in her own quarters in no time.

Marcus, however, had been unconscious in Med Lab for about 4 days, before slowly removing the mental spider webs and opening his eyes. He thought Steven was going to tackle him with love and rage, and he almost did, but instead first used his link to let everyone know that he was awake, then looked Marcus in the eyes and said the best words he had ever heard. "Susan is just fine".

That statement in itself was what got Marcus' ass in gear, and he started really healing. He was forced to stay for another week just to make sure that any and all possible injuries could be monitored, before Steven gave him the go ahead to go back to his own quarters. That was when he was banished to boredom, or so he saw it.

Letting out a deep sigh, Marcus slid his plate away from him and slowly stood up trying not to aggravate any bruises. Maybe he could get some sleep. Yes, he thought, that should waste a few hours.

"Should you really be up and about? You look like a punching bag."

Her voice stopped him immediately, and he had to catch his breathe before turning around. There she stood; his Aphrodite. His reason for living and breathing. Her hair was down today with soft waves, and she had that Ivanova smirk plastered onto her beautiful face.

"Ah, but a punching bag with legs you see. I'm an upgrade so there for I have more talents that your average punching bag." Marcus replied, as he slowly let out the breathe, a smirk of his own sneaking up on him.

Susan chuckled softly, before her face turned mildly serious. "But really, should you be up and walking? You don't look like you could even go a round with a fruit fly." She stepped forward and lightly touched the bruise on his right cheek.

He could feel heat rising to his face and that small touch caused him to suck in another deep breathe. His eyes slowly shut and for a moment, he allowed himself to becoming lost in it. The moment passed and he looked back into Susan's eyes.

"Good thing there are none on board then, right? Or else I'd be spending another week in Med Lab." Marcus smiled softly. "And how about you? Are you in shape enough to take on all of those phantom fruit flies?"

She gave him her patented stare. "I could even take on a Drazi Arc fly if I wanted to." She took her hand back and cleared her throat. "Have you eaten already? Ah stupid question..." Susan trailed off as she saw his plate on the table. "Another time then. I'm glad to see you are well Marcus. You are important to us...especially while we are still fighting off Earth..." Her link went off, and she replied quickly before running off, leaving Marcus longing.

But he didn't chase after her. He loved her, with all that he had left and knew, but he knew she deserved better. She deserved more than just some Ranger, who had nothing left but guilt and regret. Though his heart ached to see her walk away, Marcus knew he needed to keep himself in check.