In the Beginning 18/?
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.
Further Complications
It was two days after the infamous blowup in the mess, as I'd come to call it, when Sheridan ordered us to return to Babylon 5, just as a few more Alliance ships arrived on Centauri Prime. Londo and Vir chose to stay with their people and soon enough we were on our way back to the station where two angry commanders awaited Marcus.
Since our conversation in the hall, most of the crew had been doing their best to stay out of Marcus' way. While he did not seem overtly angry, nor was he taking out his frustration on others, the few Minbari who watched him in the gym over the past two days told others of his stringent regiment. He worked with his pike nonstop for hours after his shift on the bridge was over, not speaking to anyone unless approached first.
Each time I tried to speak to him, and answer his concerns he would glare angrily and stalk away. If it had only been anger I saw I would have forced another confrontation, hell I would have broken into his quarters if I needed to. Unfortunately as I was studying him I noticed the fragility behind the blazing anger of his eyes. It was this almost pleading quality that stayed me when I would have taken further action. I decided to simply wait for my memories to return, and in the mean time, hopefully convince Marcus of the validity of my feelings.
We arrived through the jump gate at 0900 hours a week and a half after we had first left to find Lennier waiting for us upon our arrival.
"Delenn wishes to speak to you Marcus."
"Thank you, Lennier." Marcus bowed slightly and followed the young Minbari out without a word, although he did glance at me as he passed by. I was worried when I considered that a positive sign, considering the stubbornness of my human.
While Marcus was otherwise occupied with Delenn I brought up a spec of the station from the Zocolo, having no idea where my quarters were located. On my way to green sector I passed Med Deck and decided I might as well see what the healers on this station had to say about my amnesia. I do not know what I expected precisely but I did not expect that a dark-skinned human would glare at me as soon as I entered, and would address me with a familiarity bordering on belligerence. [What type of man had I become in the intervening years if I would stand for such disrespect?]
"What do you want Neroon?" The doctor asked me, barely looking up from his computer. "I am rather busy at the moment."
"This is a medical bay is it not?" I asked imperiously, glaring at the rude man harshly. "I am in need of medical care."
"Very well. What can I do for you Neroon?"
"I would suggest you address me with the proper respect accorded me with my title, human." I spoke darkly, glaring at the human who surprisingly refused to be intimidated. "And then you can introduce yourself properly doctor."
"You know damned well who I am Neroon, now cut the attitude and tell me what is wrong with you."
"I have amnesia doctor."
"Are you sure?" He asked in surprise, suddenly all business as he led me to an unoccupied bed, forgetting in his haste to introduce himself, which I let slide momentarily.
"Quite. I do believe it would be difficult to forget you otherwise, Doctor."
I ignored his grumbling as he covered my skull and upper chest with a scanner. I lay quietly awaiting the results.
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.
Further Complications
It was two days after the infamous blowup in the mess, as I'd come to call it, when Sheridan ordered us to return to Babylon 5, just as a few more Alliance ships arrived on Centauri Prime. Londo and Vir chose to stay with their people and soon enough we were on our way back to the station where two angry commanders awaited Marcus.
Since our conversation in the hall, most of the crew had been doing their best to stay out of Marcus' way. While he did not seem overtly angry, nor was he taking out his frustration on others, the few Minbari who watched him in the gym over the past two days told others of his stringent regiment. He worked with his pike nonstop for hours after his shift on the bridge was over, not speaking to anyone unless approached first.
Each time I tried to speak to him, and answer his concerns he would glare angrily and stalk away. If it had only been anger I saw I would have forced another confrontation, hell I would have broken into his quarters if I needed to. Unfortunately as I was studying him I noticed the fragility behind the blazing anger of his eyes. It was this almost pleading quality that stayed me when I would have taken further action. I decided to simply wait for my memories to return, and in the mean time, hopefully convince Marcus of the validity of my feelings.
We arrived through the jump gate at 0900 hours a week and a half after we had first left to find Lennier waiting for us upon our arrival.
"Delenn wishes to speak to you Marcus."
"Thank you, Lennier." Marcus bowed slightly and followed the young Minbari out without a word, although he did glance at me as he passed by. I was worried when I considered that a positive sign, considering the stubbornness of my human.
While Marcus was otherwise occupied with Delenn I brought up a spec of the station from the Zocolo, having no idea where my quarters were located. On my way to green sector I passed Med Deck and decided I might as well see what the healers on this station had to say about my amnesia. I do not know what I expected precisely but I did not expect that a dark-skinned human would glare at me as soon as I entered, and would address me with a familiarity bordering on belligerence. [What type of man had I become in the intervening years if I would stand for such disrespect?]
"What do you want Neroon?" The doctor asked me, barely looking up from his computer. "I am rather busy at the moment."
"This is a medical bay is it not?" I asked imperiously, glaring at the rude man harshly. "I am in need of medical care."
"Very well. What can I do for you Neroon?"
"I would suggest you address me with the proper respect accorded me with my title, human." I spoke darkly, glaring at the human who surprisingly refused to be intimidated. "And then you can introduce yourself properly doctor."
"You know damned well who I am Neroon, now cut the attitude and tell me what is wrong with you."
"I have amnesia doctor."
"Are you sure?" He asked in surprise, suddenly all business as he led me to an unoccupied bed, forgetting in his haste to introduce himself, which I let slide momentarily.
"Quite. I do believe it would be difficult to forget you otherwise, Doctor."
I ignored his grumbling as he covered my skull and upper chest with a scanner. I lay quietly awaiting the results.