Disclaimers: Babylon 5 and Highlander are not mine. I'm just using the basis to write some interesting ideas down. This is an AU story.

Notes: 1. This takes places just after Phoenix Rising (S5 Ep12).

2. This story is a Crossover with Highlander.

3. The Game has been over for 50 years, revealed as a false feeling brought on by some compounds in the atmosphere (Vorlon tampering).

4. // … // indicates telepathic conversation.

5. italics are thoughts.

Chapter 10 – Conclave Day One Zephyr 01,  Babylon 5 external firing range

Cassandra watched as the two crowbars from her launchers pulverised a small asteroid into gravel, and remembered back two days. She and Corwin, along with President Sheridan, Zack Allan, and Michael Garibaldi were getting a briefing from Katherine about the capabilities of the new 'old' fighter. After listed its capabilities, she had announced its name, Zephyr. Cassandra had snorted trying to contain her laughter, calling a fighter like that a 'soft, mild wind' was way too ironic for her taste.

After seeing what two of the medium sized fighters could do to the firing range, the pilots of the Starfury squadrons had definitely agreed with her. They had dubbed the Zephyr squadron, the Black Holes, usually shortened to Holes, much to the dismay of the pilots of the Zephyr fighter craft. It was, she knew, a backhanded compliment about the capabilities of the matte black fighter but that didn't mean they liked the derogatory nickname.

She was out here getting some stress relief. The Conclave began later today, and despite many areas just sending delegations, there was still just over nine thousand immortals on the station. She shuddered to think what an actual full Conclave would do to some areas. Places like Atlantis, that had nearly five thousand immortals, had only sent six to hold all their proxies, otherwise they'd halve the population of the colony.

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Amphitheatre 2, later

Methos looked around, everything was ready. It had been a bitch to set up the electronic voting system, especially with all the proxies registered for this. He really hoped that the people that actually came to this wouldn't object to the 'observers' he had invited along.

Cassandra entered the room, looking around. She noticed Methos on the stage, they were going to use that area for the Moderator, the observers and the local immortals. She was quite impressed at the speed with which Methos and the local techs had set up the voting system in the Amphitheatre. She approached the stage with the rapid ground eating pace that had seemed to colour her life recently.

"Cass," Methos acknowledged her presence without even turning to look at her as he finished entering some the proxy vote registrations. She nearly hit him for calling her the wrong name but realised that there wasn't anybody able to hear it, even at the extremes humans are sometimes capable of.

"We ready?" Her question was almost rhetorical. He answered after hitting the enter key one last time.

"Quite," he turned and took in her Earth Force uniform, "You're going to be wearing that?" His tone was incredulous. She knew he meant that she had another commission, one with the immortal forces, that most people would find less offensive than an Earth Force uniform.

"Its who I am at the moment, my dear." And after patting him on the cheek like she would a two year old, she left.

Later

The buzz in the room from thousands of whispered conversations was quite loud. Methos hoped that Sheridan and the others had understood the terms with which they could be present at the Conclave. After all, only those living under Atlantean law and immortals were allowed to vote. There was only one place that was happening, his eyes automatically found the delegation from Atlantis. Twelve people to represent a colony of nearly 13 thousand people. Six mortals and six immortals.

Glancing towards the other on the stage, his eyes found Cassandra's. A slight smile and a small inclination of her head calmed his nerves. Methos pressed the button marked 'chime'.

Conversations stopped as the three tones rang throughout the amphitheatre. Methos smiled slightly and then pressed the agenda button on his console. "First order of business," his amplified voice stated, "Are there any objections to the president of the Interstellar Alliance and some aides observing the meeting?" He watched the tally rise, sometimes jumping up due to the proxies registered in the system. In calling the Conclave, Methos had declared himself moderator and forfeited his right to vote at this one, he watched the vote tally.

Cassandra had voted among the first and was watching the tally rise rather nervously. She knew her love had staked a lot on actually letting John and the others observe the Conclave, a single objection would start a debate and require a three quarters majority to approve the decision, not to mention holding up the real reason this was called by several hours. She let out an inaudible sigh as she saw the last vote tick over. Now they could get down to business.

Methos nodded to the security man on the door. He opened the door and escorted the President's party to their seats. When they were seated he continued.

"And now that that's decided on, to the important business. For many years, many of us have been concerned with the way the Psi Corps was turning into the villains from a bad movie. They have gathered considerable resources in their attempt to prove that they are the superior species. They are quite prepared to …" He was cut off by a yell from the stands, "Just get on with it!"

His glare at the smirking offender was broken when he heard a familiar giggle from the side. Sighing, he activated the voting line again. Slumping back into his seat, he glared at his demurely smiling lover.

"Now don't get yourself in a tizzy, my dear. After all, he is our son." Cassandra's smile was now definitely a smirk. She nearly laughed out loud at the disbelief on his face.

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Mars

Bester was fuming inside, although his face had its customary non-expression. The Director had informed him that he had made the RTO aware of the situation regarding the Psi Cop in training that had apparently flipped, and their assessment of where he might be heading. Bester had the list of RTO people on Babylon 5's security roster. His current anger was directed solely at one Lyta Alexander. Apart from the fact that she was listed as one of the leaders of the RTO, she was apparently in charge of the telepaths in security on B5.

It wasn't enough that he was slowly trying to change the Psi-Corps from the inside. She just had to go help start a rival agency. Now he had two trainees to shepherd while trying to fight off the Senate's questions about the Psi-Corps charter and what actually has been happening.

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Babylon 5, Captain's quarters

Cassandra felt safe. So very safe with his arms around her. She had made it up to him for her little teasing spat during the Conclave's first day, there would be two more after all, plenty of time to tease him some more. She shivered with pleasure as his breath caressed her neck, before a question broke the mood.

"Does he know?" Methos dragged her attention back to the present. He could see that she really didn't want to answer the question.

Cassandra rolled over, her eyes spitting fire. "No, just what was I going to tell him? Hi, Nick. I know you don't remember me, but I'm your mother." Methos almost recoiled at her venom, instead he pulled her close again. And held his weeping lover close as she cried for her children, all the ones she had never got to raise.

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Babylon 5, Security office

Zack was finishing up the last reports when he felt her enter. The soft footsteps combined with her unique presence and scent, creating something that was uniquely Lyta Alexander entering a room. Zack felt her stop behind him, just before he felt her hands on his shoulders.

"You're all tense." Zack sighed as his loves hands began a gentle circular movement that instantly started to relax his shoulder muscles. He finished the last piece of paperwork for the day with a flourish. And when the sequence of movement ended Lyta found herself staring up into the face of her soul mate. The man that made her complete. Funny how he was right in front of her for all those years.

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Babylon 5, Training Area 4

Marcus Cole was thinking hard as he whipped his fighting pike around and started into another form. He was new to immortality, one of the very young ones. Barely thirty and he had as much say in the issues that affected them all as one hundred times his age. He hadn't seen Susan today, she was seeing to the repair and restocking of her ship. Which was something of a relief after the screaming session that happened after that little sparring incident with Methos.

The look of disbelief on her face that day had started the chuckles from both of them, which had in turn triggered the rant that had exploded out of the usually controlled Susan. Marcus was still annoyed that his teacher had disappeared and left him to face her ire. He asked Methos just what he was doing, abandoning him to Ivanova's tender mercies. Methos' answer still astounded him.

"What, you think I'm stupid?"

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