In the Beginning 15/?
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.
Where To Go From Here
I let Marcus go gently as I disengaged the telepathic scan and watched as he slowly opened his disoriented eyes. I didn't realize I was practically patting his head and caressing his cheek until he began looking at me strangely. I noticed that he didn't exactly jump away in disgust however, which seemed a promising sign. I still had him trapped securely in my arms and he didn't seem too inclined to move at that moment, instead he was looking at me cautiously.
"Well.." He began quietly, only to be interrupted when I spoke nearly at the same time as I let his feet rest on the floor and I loosened my hold.
"You were being truthful." I commented softly. "I saw you sitting by my bedside."
"Er… yeah. For a few minutes when I could get away from overseeing the docking of the Centauri." Marcus answered looking embarrassed to have been caught holding my hand. "The healer said that you should get your memories back over the next few weeks, probably in flashed in the beginning."
"Very well, but you are going to have to explain my position on this ship until my memory comes back." I agreed.
"Of course. You don't actually have a position on this ship though." Marcus explained sitting on the couch, gesturing me to follow. "You are more of an observer for the Council of Clans."
"The council hasn't been a viable governing body for over a thousand years. Why would the warrior caste disband from the Grey Council?" I asked in shock.
"They didn't." Marcus answered reluctantly. "Delenn broke the council when it became unbalanced."
"But-"
"You joined as a forth leader in the circle."
"Why would I do that?" I asked angrily. "Did I have that little honor, to disregard our fundamental traditions so?"
"No Neroon. Of course not." Marcus spoke in my defense. "I can only assume you were doing what you thought was right for your people, the same as trying to stop Delenn from becoming Entil'zha."
"Is that what the fight was about in your memories?" I asked hesitantly, seeing how badly I had hurt Marcus in the past.
"Yes. I challenged you to Denn'sha."
"Insanity!" I exclaimed, glaring at the human sitting next to me. "Were you that enthused to die that you would throw your life away?"
"It was the only way I could think of to delay you at the time."
"Hmph." I snorted disdainfully. "I am surprised I did not kill you for your impertinence alone."
"That makes two of us." Marcus mumbled.
"Is that why I took you as my mate?" I asked suddenly, trying to figure out what I obviously saw in the human to spare his life, and a reason for his obvious regard for me, especially when I lay injured. "Because I let you live."
"What are you talking about?" Marcus asked in shock. "We're not mated, because you let me live or otherwise."
"I did not ask you yet then. I shall have to remedy that when I get my memory back."
"You're out of your bloody mind, Neroon. That shock friend your brains, it did."
"As you say, I suppose." I agreed since I was upsetting Marcus. "We will have to see."
Either I was a complete idiot, or I hadn't yet made my feeling for the annoying human known to him. Perhaps it was time to plight my troth in a proper mann and see which way the wind blows. Something tells me that Marcus is not as opposed to the idea as he would have me think.
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.
Where To Go From Here
I let Marcus go gently as I disengaged the telepathic scan and watched as he slowly opened his disoriented eyes. I didn't realize I was practically patting his head and caressing his cheek until he began looking at me strangely. I noticed that he didn't exactly jump away in disgust however, which seemed a promising sign. I still had him trapped securely in my arms and he didn't seem too inclined to move at that moment, instead he was looking at me cautiously.
"Well.." He began quietly, only to be interrupted when I spoke nearly at the same time as I let his feet rest on the floor and I loosened my hold.
"You were being truthful." I commented softly. "I saw you sitting by my bedside."
"Er… yeah. For a few minutes when I could get away from overseeing the docking of the Centauri." Marcus answered looking embarrassed to have been caught holding my hand. "The healer said that you should get your memories back over the next few weeks, probably in flashed in the beginning."
"Very well, but you are going to have to explain my position on this ship until my memory comes back." I agreed.
"Of course. You don't actually have a position on this ship though." Marcus explained sitting on the couch, gesturing me to follow. "You are more of an observer for the Council of Clans."
"The council hasn't been a viable governing body for over a thousand years. Why would the warrior caste disband from the Grey Council?" I asked in shock.
"They didn't." Marcus answered reluctantly. "Delenn broke the council when it became unbalanced."
"But-"
"You joined as a forth leader in the circle."
"Why would I do that?" I asked angrily. "Did I have that little honor, to disregard our fundamental traditions so?"
"No Neroon. Of course not." Marcus spoke in my defense. "I can only assume you were doing what you thought was right for your people, the same as trying to stop Delenn from becoming Entil'zha."
"Is that what the fight was about in your memories?" I asked hesitantly, seeing how badly I had hurt Marcus in the past.
"Yes. I challenged you to Denn'sha."
"Insanity!" I exclaimed, glaring at the human sitting next to me. "Were you that enthused to die that you would throw your life away?"
"It was the only way I could think of to delay you at the time."
"Hmph." I snorted disdainfully. "I am surprised I did not kill you for your impertinence alone."
"That makes two of us." Marcus mumbled.
"Is that why I took you as my mate?" I asked suddenly, trying to figure out what I obviously saw in the human to spare his life, and a reason for his obvious regard for me, especially when I lay injured. "Because I let you live."
"What are you talking about?" Marcus asked in shock. "We're not mated, because you let me live or otherwise."
"I did not ask you yet then. I shall have to remedy that when I get my memory back."
"You're out of your bloody mind, Neroon. That shock friend your brains, it did."
"As you say, I suppose." I agreed since I was upsetting Marcus. "We will have to see."
Either I was a complete idiot, or I hadn't yet made my feeling for the annoying human known to him. Perhaps it was time to plight my troth in a proper mann and see which way the wind blows. Something tells me that Marcus is not as opposed to the idea as he would have me think.