Anyone unfamiliar with my writing speed, I lead a sad life of no social obligations and story characters holding my sleep hostage. Of course I try to pound out ideas when they are doing this! That being said, I enjoy this too.

On we go. I do not own anything of Babylon 5 nor Doctor Who, the TARDIS trash can needs a scale model of B5 but they are hard to find!


The Doctor and Romana have headed out into the station and already encountered the Shadows. The Doctor has let them assume they are there on orders of the High Council of Timelords and wants to sate his curiosity about this alternate dimension.


Babylon 5 CnC

Commander Ivanova disliked mysteries. Mostly she disliked things that happened without a direct explanation. She ran a tight ship and despite the chaos of B5, she loved her job as second in command.

Captain Sheridan had made it interesting on several occasions, but overall, she approved his style as before. He was a favorite of most of the crew already to boot.

The report from the daily roster of departures and arrivals scrolled by on her station. Her hair was done up in a pony tail today and seemed appropriate to tossing about as she looked at the other scrolling piece of data.

Like Garibaldi, she kept an eye on the patterns in the station and there was now a disturbance that seemed ready to give her a headache.

The whir of the door opening heralded the Captain coming back from Med Lab. She had gotten the approval from Dr Franklin on the return to duty. Less paperwork was always welcome, but it had been relatively quiet by B5 standards.

"Commander, I see by your eye brow that something is up." The wide smile and easy manner did not make her look at him in her trademark 'do not mess with me' face.

"Ambassador Kosh cancelled his departure for tomorrow and has been seen wandering corridors in Brown Sector." She took perverse pleasure in seeing the smile vanish and become concern. The cancelling of departure was normal, any number of departures were cancelled on a given day.

The Vorlon ambassador in Down Below warranted a concern of potentially interstellar issue. Neither officer worried he would be harmed by the residents, but his being there could lead to a near riot due to the many rumors regarding the Vorlon.

"He seemed fine at our lesson, is there anything else that would have drawn him down there?" The fact the Captain was getting lessons on the Vorlon from the Ambassador was a major achievement that Earth Central would have been happy to know. Ivanova knew he had yet to pass it along, but honestly there was not much to send by his reports.

"Nothing that I can find from Garibaldi nor my own reports. What do we do?" Legally speaking, the Ambassador could go anywhere on the station so long as nothing violated the treaties regarding Babylon 5.

"Just make sure he gets back safely to his quarters and let Garibaldi know." She restrained the smirk of anticipating that order. Garibaldi himself was already heading down to Brown 14.


Michael Garibaldi sighed heavily. He had checked that his PPG had full caps as he chased down perhaps the most enigmatic person on B5. He also kept thinking he had a thousand reports and patrols to do. He also knew that an ambassador should know better than to wander around in the underside of the station.

Ivanova had put him on the least populated level due to the waste recyclers from the reactors pushing through here. The sound was murder on business and sleep, much like his work.

The few Lurkers had become scarce once they saw the security uniform and he was fine with that. The Vorlon encounter suit was easy to spot after a quick tour from the lift. What was odd, was that he found him in front of something that should not be there.

"Ambassador, may I ask why you have come to Brown sector?" For Garibaldi, that was extremely polite. If it had been Londo or G'Kar, he would have been more direct and dragging them bodily out of here. He doubted they would have been as obvious as Kosh though.

The massive form of greens and browns did not turn but continued to stare at the blue shed. It rubbed him the wrong way and it was not supposed to be here. He actually looked at it and became more confused.

"Police Box? What the Hell is a Police Box and why is it in Brown Sector?" Garibaldi ran a hand through his short brown hair as he reached to hit his link to report this.

"No." The musical sounds that came with the single word made him pause. The word was clearly said as a command.

"Pardon me, this does not belong here Ambassador." He again reached to hit his link on the back of his hand but then the Vorlon turned around.

"This is not for you. Leave it be, it is not of your concern." The stern tone was not hidden beneath the tones. Garibaldi arched his eye brow but station security was his area.

"Sorry Ambassador, but any contraband brought onto the station falls under my concern and this is not supposed to be here." The single eye narrowed at him, but it was his job and damn any ambassador from getting in his way.

"Immunity." The single word was spoken clearly again and this time there was no doubt. The heavy sigh escaped him as he put both hands up in surrender. It was not his job to say what an ambassador would declare as theirs.

"You get me the paperwork showing you imported it and it will be moved to somewhere more appropriate then." He highly suspected such paperwork did not exist, but this was not the time for that argument.

He hoped fervently that was the worst headache this 'Police Box' would cause him.


Zocalo

Ambassador Delenn browsed the many fruit and trinket vendors during her break from meetings and planning sessions.

Although she had been removed as a member of the Gray Council, she still had her duties and the coming war to prepare for. The close moment with Captain Sheridan and Mr Morden had moved things forward faster than expected but Kosh was teaching him what he needed to know.

The Zocalo was always a refreshing place where the varied races could come together. Fresh arrivals and those living on the station mixed freely here and she always found it fascinating to watch at times.

It was a first for her however to see this particular kind of human. He was imposingly tall with curly brown hair and a long coat over some warm clothes. She understood that some parts of the station were colder to humans, but since her change she always found the Zocalo comfortable.

His companion was much more inline with humans traveling to Babylon 5. Simple sweater and pants contrasted nicely with her pale features. The ambassador was tempted to engage them, but manners kept her back. It was not her place to intrude.

At least that had been her intention.

"You need your identicard to buy something, unless you have an account I can charge?" The trinket vendor was one she knew to be something of an opportunist. New arrivals sometimes would get charged double from what she had heard, but Mr. Garibaldi had sternly warned him against any further infractions.

The 2 were clearly confused and she could never turn from someone in need.

"Excuse me, is there any way that I can help?" The tall man smiled widely at her and she felt warmed by the expression.

"My dear woman you were just the person I needed. This fellow is telling me that I need to be buying something to browse, is this true?" Although the question was worded innocently enough, his tone revealed he knew the answer. Delenn smirked as the young human woman rolled her eyes slightly.

"I think you know that should not be the case good sir." Delenn noted the cart keeper recognize her, she was the only Minbari with flowing dark hair.

"I just meant you seemed interested and I would need to scan your identicard for any purchase." He huffed up and turned away from them. Delenn bowed to him and turned to the 2 humans.


"Honestly Doctor, you knew he was trying to scam us." The impatience in the young woman was full of affection, but the title was odd for the man. Delenn was used to Dr Franklin's air of earnest curiosity and fervent belief in medicine.

"Ah, but Romana, the joy in travel is to at times meet wonderful new people. This woman for example!" Delenn found her left hand suddenly in his and being shook soundly. She knew this was a form of human greeting, but she did recall it ever being so enthusiastic.

"Truly thank you for the timely arrival dear lady. I am the Doctor and this is Romana, and you are?" He was smiling widely, as she might imagine a small child would with a new toy. The simple joy was hard to ignore and infected her as well.

"I am Ambassador Delenn of the Minbari Federation here on Babylon 5. What brings you to the station?" She allowed herself to be pulled to a table that was free and saw the first pause from him. It was quickly replaced by the smile again.

"Travel broadens the mind, even when you get side tracked! We only just arrived and were taking in this interesting place." The woman Romana seemed to be nervous at this, but she may just be shy.

"I share this belief. We Minbari value a journey of discovery. What have you seen in your travels?" This was the kind of thing she liked to talk about with visitors if they wished. Hearing stories of places she had not been, especially as it may all come under threat from the Shadows.

"Oh hear and there. Mostly Earth, a few stations, and most recently Skaro." A quick kick to his legs made the Doctor shift in her vision but the last place she had never heard of. Humans were always naming things oddly and it was likely known to her by another name.

"Earth seems very nice for your homeworld, but I have not heard of this Skaro, where would it be?" Again the Doctor seemed to frown, as if unsure what to say.

"It was mostly a mining operation, very little of interest to most save those digging there. Earth is a nice planet but it is not our homeworld." The woman seemed to fill in the gap but she suddenly closed up on the last word.

Delenn knew there were those from Mars here too so it had been rude to assume Earth was their home.

"I have heard of the trouble of Mars as well, I apologize for assuming Earth was your homeworld." She saw the first look of concern on the Doctor's face. He looked over the crowd and seemed to look sad.

"Even here they find ways to make war with themselves. Will humanity never learn?" The words were spoken very softly and if she had been human she may have missed them. They seemed quite odd, yet truthful.

"Doctor, perhaps we should ask about where to get replacement identicards?" Romana was looking at him hard but Delenn felt an instinct tell her there was a lie here. She did not feel malice, but to even enter the station, you had to check in with your identicard. If it was lost or stolen, it should be reported and most people did that very quickly.

"My dear Romana, lying to good company is not something I do." The look of shock on Romana's face was short lived as she sighed and just seemed to resign herself.

"The truth is Ms Delenn, we don't have identicards. You could say we did not know we needed them." The honest revelation left her worried, but the smile and warmth in his eyes told her this was a good man.

"How did you get here then?" She saw them both frown but then a shadow loomed over their table.


"Timelord, I am Kosh." Delenn stared up in shock as Kosh stood over them in his encounter suit. Standing just behind him was Mr. Garibaldi looking slightly put out to be here.

"Are you really, terribly nice to meet you dear boy!" The Doctor rose to his full height but there was no hand to shake this time. He seemed to pat the top of the helm animatedly but the Vorlon did nothing to stop him.

"Ambassador, is this the owner of the blue box?" Garibaldi sounded at the end of his patience.

"I daresay, that TARDIS is more than a blue box, how did you find me by the way?" The Doctor was a whirlwind as he shook Garibaldi's hand and Romana seemed to be looking anywhere but at him.

"I followed the song, she sung of you and I followed." The enigmatic response was normal for Kosh, but he Doctor seemed to freeze in his movements back to the table.

"You heard the 'song?' I take it that means you spoke to the TARDIS or to K-9?" The Doctor had changed. Gone was the friendly man and in his place, Delenn felt fear. Garibaldi had his hand on his PPG as his own instincts seemed to warn him as well.

Kosh was stunningly acting timidly, moving back slightly from the 2 she had been chatting with just a few moments gone.

"I was taught the song. I was to meet you if you ever returned. Is the circle a concern?" The strange twist in the conversation lost even Delenn at this point. What was Kosh referring to? Who was this man and woman to the Vorlon?

"Look, I don't want any further trouble. If you could come with me to Security, we can get this cleared up." Assuming his role, Mr. Garibaldi moved to escort the 2 away, but neither moved.

"If I may ask, who taught you this song?" The tone from the Doctor was deadly serious and even Garibaldi made no further move.

The tones indicating Kosh was thinking on what to say gave Delenn pause. What was going on?

"Doctor, this is not the time—" Whatever Roman had been about to say was cut off by a name.

"Rassilon." The name meant nothing to Delenn nor Mr. Garibaldi, but the Doctor closed his eyes and seemed to exhale the tension.

"Well, nothing for it then. Yes, you wanted to take us to Security? Well let's go man! No time like the present." The Doctor hopped up and caught Garibaldi by surprise based on his face. Kosh made no move to stop them as the 2 were escorted away.

"Kosh, who are they?" Delenn whispered the question, wondering if she had courted disaster for their efforts.

"They are the travelers of the song, the seekers of balance. They are called, Timelords." His iris narrowed and he bowed before turning to leave. The answer was unhelpful but she knew one thing. Despite appearance, the 2 she had met were not human.

Then what were they and why was Kosh nervous about them?