In the Beginning 6/?
Disclaimer: I neither own nor created the character of Marcus, Neroon, Babylon 5, etc… No infringement is intended.
Rating: PG-13 (possibly R in later chapters) for m/m situations and violence. SLASH. If this offends you read no further. Thank you kindly.
Surprising Affiliations
Later that afternoon I had just finished unpacking my belongings and taking a shower when I heard my door chime. With a towel still wrapped around my waist I gave permission for my unexpected quest to enter. Since I wasn't expecting visitors before the meeting I had scheduled for later this evening I decided since this unknown person had disturbed me they could deal with my state of dishabille.
Although I had managed to dry of slightly as I walked out of the bathroom, my skin was still quite damp and an odd drop of water would trail down my chest at random intervals. In short even nearly naked I was confident in my ability to intimidate should I be so inclined. Like most of the Warrior Caste I was proud of my body, well honed from hours upon hours of combat and training. I was well muscled from chest to leg and I sported many battle scars as mark to my battle prowess. Knowing the intimidating picture I made, only amused me further when Garibaldi entered my quarters imperiously, only to stop short before the door could close after him.
"Ah… I can come back later on if you want." Garibaldi all but stuttered in embarrassment, determinedly looking me straight in the eye. "When you are not so…. Indisposed."
"You have already disturbed my shower Mister Garibaldi." I glared at the man forcefully, vastly amused at his reaction. "What is it that you wanted?"
"Oh, er, the Captain wanted me to give you the tour of the station." Garibaldi told me, sounding thoroughly irritated at being delegated to a glorified babysitter.
"I am well familiar with this station, as I have been aboard it quite a few times in the past." I reminded the security chief haughtily. "As you and Sheridan well know."
"Quite, but during your previous visits you were more concerned with undermining Jeff and attacking Marcus." Garibaldi growled furiously, getting over his momentary embarrassment to step closer to me. I did my best to keep my temper from showing as we stared at each other.
"Had I been attempting to kill Marcus he would be dead, as for Sinclair that is between us. However I will say that I was not thinking clearly due to grief over Bramner and may have been hasty in my comments."
"Hasty?" Garibaldi asked in disbelief.
"He was my mentor after all." I reminded him for no apparent reason. "Now then, I am flattered that Sheridan rates me so dangerous as to warrant a personal guard in his Security Chief."
"Do you blame him, Neroon?" Garibaldi sneered. "Until you have explained your purpose for being here the captain is being understandably cautious."
"Which I shall do later on today." I reminded Mister Garibaldi as I tightened the towel when it loosened slightly.
"Are you that opposed to a walk?"
"Very well." I agreed reluctantly. "Give me a moment to dress properly."
Without waiting for an answer I walked away leaving Garibaldi to stare after me. I quickly donned the traditional Warrior Caste robes carrying my denn'bok on my side. Garibaldi and I walked in silence as the station inhabitants gave us a wide berth until we entered the Zocolo. From there it took a bit of effort on my part to convince Garibaldi to show me Down Below. It was luck that we stumbled on Marcus in one of the many hallways.
"Chief, what's going on?" Marcus called out as he saw Garibaldi turn a corner in front of me.
"I'm giving a tour." Garibaldi answered through clenched teeth, giving me a warning glare as he answered.
"Since when are you a tour guide?" Marcus chortled. "Sheridan must be really desperate."
Before Marcus could go on Garibaldi stepped off to the side thereby making me visible to him where he was leaning against the wall. His jaw dropped slightly before he could stop it, and his eyes may have lit up, although that could have been wishful thinking on my part.
"Neroon!" Marcus exclaimed taking a step in my direction. "What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to observe the transients in their living space." I answered with a perfectly straight face.
"Prat." Marcus mumbled under his breath. "You know what I mean. What are you doing on the station?"
"Would you believe I am here to confess my undying love for you?" I asked curious of his reaction.
"Not bloody likely." Marcus snorted in disbelief while giving me a warm look. "But as long as it doesn't involve getting pummeled black and blue by you I'll be thrilled."
"That I can promise you." I answered softly.
Disclaimer: I neither own nor created the character of Marcus, Neroon, Babylon 5, etc… No infringement is intended.
Rating: PG-13 (possibly R in later chapters) for m/m situations and violence. SLASH. If this offends you read no further. Thank you kindly.
Surprising Affiliations
Later that afternoon I had just finished unpacking my belongings and taking a shower when I heard my door chime. With a towel still wrapped around my waist I gave permission for my unexpected quest to enter. Since I wasn't expecting visitors before the meeting I had scheduled for later this evening I decided since this unknown person had disturbed me they could deal with my state of dishabille.
Although I had managed to dry of slightly as I walked out of the bathroom, my skin was still quite damp and an odd drop of water would trail down my chest at random intervals. In short even nearly naked I was confident in my ability to intimidate should I be so inclined. Like most of the Warrior Caste I was proud of my body, well honed from hours upon hours of combat and training. I was well muscled from chest to leg and I sported many battle scars as mark to my battle prowess. Knowing the intimidating picture I made, only amused me further when Garibaldi entered my quarters imperiously, only to stop short before the door could close after him.
"Ah… I can come back later on if you want." Garibaldi all but stuttered in embarrassment, determinedly looking me straight in the eye. "When you are not so…. Indisposed."
"You have already disturbed my shower Mister Garibaldi." I glared at the man forcefully, vastly amused at his reaction. "What is it that you wanted?"
"Oh, er, the Captain wanted me to give you the tour of the station." Garibaldi told me, sounding thoroughly irritated at being delegated to a glorified babysitter.
"I am well familiar with this station, as I have been aboard it quite a few times in the past." I reminded the security chief haughtily. "As you and Sheridan well know."
"Quite, but during your previous visits you were more concerned with undermining Jeff and attacking Marcus." Garibaldi growled furiously, getting over his momentary embarrassment to step closer to me. I did my best to keep my temper from showing as we stared at each other.
"Had I been attempting to kill Marcus he would be dead, as for Sinclair that is between us. However I will say that I was not thinking clearly due to grief over Bramner and may have been hasty in my comments."
"Hasty?" Garibaldi asked in disbelief.
"He was my mentor after all." I reminded him for no apparent reason. "Now then, I am flattered that Sheridan rates me so dangerous as to warrant a personal guard in his Security Chief."
"Do you blame him, Neroon?" Garibaldi sneered. "Until you have explained your purpose for being here the captain is being understandably cautious."
"Which I shall do later on today." I reminded Mister Garibaldi as I tightened the towel when it loosened slightly.
"Are you that opposed to a walk?"
"Very well." I agreed reluctantly. "Give me a moment to dress properly."
Without waiting for an answer I walked away leaving Garibaldi to stare after me. I quickly donned the traditional Warrior Caste robes carrying my denn'bok on my side. Garibaldi and I walked in silence as the station inhabitants gave us a wide berth until we entered the Zocolo. From there it took a bit of effort on my part to convince Garibaldi to show me Down Below. It was luck that we stumbled on Marcus in one of the many hallways.
"Chief, what's going on?" Marcus called out as he saw Garibaldi turn a corner in front of me.
"I'm giving a tour." Garibaldi answered through clenched teeth, giving me a warning glare as he answered.
"Since when are you a tour guide?" Marcus chortled. "Sheridan must be really desperate."
Before Marcus could go on Garibaldi stepped off to the side thereby making me visible to him where he was leaning against the wall. His jaw dropped slightly before he could stop it, and his eyes may have lit up, although that could have been wishful thinking on my part.
"Neroon!" Marcus exclaimed taking a step in my direction. "What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to observe the transients in their living space." I answered with a perfectly straight face.
"Prat." Marcus mumbled under his breath. "You know what I mean. What are you doing on the station?"
"Would you believe I am here to confess my undying love for you?" I asked curious of his reaction.
"Not bloody likely." Marcus snorted in disbelief while giving me a warm look. "But as long as it doesn't involve getting pummeled black and blue by you I'll be thrilled."
"That I can promise you." I answered softly.