In the Beginning 22/?
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.
A Tournament
Almost immediately after I began to take the medication Doctor Franklin prescribed, I began seeing small flashes of memory mostly at night. The Ingata had been on course for our first coordinates for well on four days now, this being our third consecutive jump. We were getting closer to uncharted territory with each jump we made, and the crew was getting tense with restlessness.
Under the best of circumstances our warriors have never been what would be called patient. They did their jobs well, but there was a definite tension in the air. Marcus commented on this at dinner of the fourth night on the Ingata. Thankfully, I had been able to add to our level of interaction each day, since our impromptu kissing in his quarters, without Marcus becoming overly skittish. We began dining in the mess that first evening, but quickly became aware of the crew's curious regard, leaving shortly thereafter. Subsequent nights found Marcus ensconced in my quarters well into the night as we talked of all manner of things.
"The crew is growing restless." Marcus commented after dinner that night, as we reclined comfortably on a pair of floor cushions. This particular meal we were drinking tea at Marcus' behest. I found the taste bitter, but pleasant all the same.
"Any specific difficulties?" I asked sternly, frowning slightly at the thought of my men behaving poorly. "If my crew are unable to carry out their function aboard this ship they will be removed from duty immediately."
"It's just a bit of boredom from the inactivity. There's no cause to worry too much."
"The Warrior Caste is not the most patient of Minbari." I commented innocently. "We are men of action."
"Tell me something I don't know."
"That mouth of yours will get you into trouble one day."
Marcus smirked at me, trying to ignore the heat with which I interjected that statement.
"It wouldn't be the first time, nor the last I'd imagine."
"Quite… So what would you suggest we do to rejuvenate the crew's attention? It will be at least two weeks more until we reach our first destination."
"We could have a Denn'bok tournament." He suggested. "It will keep the warriors in shape if nothing else."
"Perhaps, but although the Anla'shok are well trained, many would not test well against the superior strength of the Star Riders. We are after all the best fighters on al of Minbar." I told him without ego, watching his reaction carefully.
"There are a few who could hold their own." He told me. I was hoping he included himself in that number.
"Very well then. I will arrange it."
"Good, I've been about to scream bloody murder. I forgot how much I loathe long periods of inactivity."
We sat quietly for a few long minutes, simply enjoying each other's company. I watched Marcus from over the lisp of my teacup until he noticed my regard. He blushed looking away quickly before looking back and returning my penetrating stare with one of his own.
"I remembered the first time I laid eyes on you." I spoke softly, brushing a bit of hair from his eyes, appreciative when he leaned into my touch.
"Quite the impression, huh?" Marcus asked sarcastically.
"You were as magnificent three years ago as you are now."
"Three years?"
"I saw you at Tuzenor during your Anla'shok training."
"I don't remember meeting you before Denn'sha."
"We did not meet. I stumbled upon you sparring with Master Durhan."
"I was probably knocked on my arse." Marcus mumbled, looking at me expectantly.
"A very firm ass it is too." I told him casually, laughing uproariously as he sputtered causing tea to spew on the both of us.
Marcus looked at me wide-eyed before making a hasty retreat, practically running for the door, as if the hounds of hell were nipping at his heels. If he always reacted so humorously when I made unexpected comments, I vowed to surprise him as often as possible. After all a love-struck warrior continually spurned must find amusement where he can.
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.
A Tournament
Almost immediately after I began to take the medication Doctor Franklin prescribed, I began seeing small flashes of memory mostly at night. The Ingata had been on course for our first coordinates for well on four days now, this being our third consecutive jump. We were getting closer to uncharted territory with each jump we made, and the crew was getting tense with restlessness.
Under the best of circumstances our warriors have never been what would be called patient. They did their jobs well, but there was a definite tension in the air. Marcus commented on this at dinner of the fourth night on the Ingata. Thankfully, I had been able to add to our level of interaction each day, since our impromptu kissing in his quarters, without Marcus becoming overly skittish. We began dining in the mess that first evening, but quickly became aware of the crew's curious regard, leaving shortly thereafter. Subsequent nights found Marcus ensconced in my quarters well into the night as we talked of all manner of things.
"The crew is growing restless." Marcus commented after dinner that night, as we reclined comfortably on a pair of floor cushions. This particular meal we were drinking tea at Marcus' behest. I found the taste bitter, but pleasant all the same.
"Any specific difficulties?" I asked sternly, frowning slightly at the thought of my men behaving poorly. "If my crew are unable to carry out their function aboard this ship they will be removed from duty immediately."
"It's just a bit of boredom from the inactivity. There's no cause to worry too much."
"The Warrior Caste is not the most patient of Minbari." I commented innocently. "We are men of action."
"Tell me something I don't know."
"That mouth of yours will get you into trouble one day."
Marcus smirked at me, trying to ignore the heat with which I interjected that statement.
"It wouldn't be the first time, nor the last I'd imagine."
"Quite… So what would you suggest we do to rejuvenate the crew's attention? It will be at least two weeks more until we reach our first destination."
"We could have a Denn'bok tournament." He suggested. "It will keep the warriors in shape if nothing else."
"Perhaps, but although the Anla'shok are well trained, many would not test well against the superior strength of the Star Riders. We are after all the best fighters on al of Minbar." I told him without ego, watching his reaction carefully.
"There are a few who could hold their own." He told me. I was hoping he included himself in that number.
"Very well then. I will arrange it."
"Good, I've been about to scream bloody murder. I forgot how much I loathe long periods of inactivity."
We sat quietly for a few long minutes, simply enjoying each other's company. I watched Marcus from over the lisp of my teacup until he noticed my regard. He blushed looking away quickly before looking back and returning my penetrating stare with one of his own.
"I remembered the first time I laid eyes on you." I spoke softly, brushing a bit of hair from his eyes, appreciative when he leaned into my touch.
"Quite the impression, huh?" Marcus asked sarcastically.
"You were as magnificent three years ago as you are now."
"Three years?"
"I saw you at Tuzenor during your Anla'shok training."
"I don't remember meeting you before Denn'sha."
"We did not meet. I stumbled upon you sparring with Master Durhan."
"I was probably knocked on my arse." Marcus mumbled, looking at me expectantly.
"A very firm ass it is too." I told him casually, laughing uproariously as he sputtered causing tea to spew on the both of us.
Marcus looked at me wide-eyed before making a hasty retreat, practically running for the door, as if the hounds of hell were nipping at his heels. If he always reacted so humorously when I made unexpected comments, I vowed to surprise him as often as possible. After all a love-struck warrior continually spurned must find amusement where he can.