Disclaimer: I dont own Babylon5
Damaged to the Point of No Return
by
annakas
prologue
The two figures behind a pillar silently watched a third one, who was oblivious to their intense gaze.
"So there still is no change?" asked the taller of the two "No" was the quiet answer.
"It's been a year" stated the first one. "Do you think I don't know that?" was the irritated reply.
"And there is nothing wrong with his throat?"
"You know there is nothing wrong with it. He just..."
"I don ' t get it" remarked the first one again.
"Honestly? Me neither" stated the second figure sadly. "I wonder what happened. I know he was tortured and all. But still this?"
"Me too Michael, me too. But it looks as if we will never know if things continue like they are now."
"Yeah Stephen, it really seems so. We should go over and let him know we are visiting."
Stephen Franklin, the Chief Medical Officer on Babylon5 station sighed tiredly and nodded. But still the two figures staied where they stood and didn't move toward the third one.
"Damn, this will be weird. I know he can understand me but sometimes it feels like I am talking to a wall."
"I know what you mean Garibaldi. Believe me I know."
"I miss him. I miss his irritating and witty comments. He is not even dead and I mourn. He just... Are you sure there hasn't been a single word?"
The look Michael Garibaldi got from Dr. Stephen Franklin was not very friendly.
"Oh I am sure. Marcus hasn't spoken a word for over a year. No squeak, no scream, no whisper, not even a clearing of his throat. He has been quiet as the dead. Honestly, we have tried everything we could think of to make him speak. He just doesn't want to. And when we tried overly much he just ignored us for a day or two. Not that he doesn't ignore us now. You would think there is no difference in ignoring others. But Marcus has definitely made it a fine art. You will notice the difference... I will tell you again. There is nothing wrong with his throat. He just doesn't want to communicate"
"Stephen, calm down. I just hoped... A year... What is the point? Lets just go and spend some time with him, okay?"And so Dr Stephen Franklin and Michael Garibaldi left their hiding place behind the pillar and went to the balcony where Marcus Cole was silently standing and watching the beautiful view of Minbar.
A/N: Biggest thanks to stephanie for betaing my fic and nagging me to work faster.
