In the Beginning 29/?
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.
Convincing the Builders
Once the both or us realized where exactly we were, we let go of each other hastily, although the ancient one did not seem to mind. In fact he looked completely unaware of the snogfest that took place less than five feet from where he stood.
"Ahem… Yes, sorry about that." I told him attempting to straighten my uniform and maintain my dignity with Marcus blushing furiously next to me. "On to the reason we were searching for you."
"I am quite aware of the circumstances surrounding your visit. The only reason you were able to find us was because we wished to dissuade you from sending further convoys to speak to us."
"But the Shadows-"
"Are no longer our problem." The Builder interrupted firmly. "We, the First Ones, made a conscience decision to yield the field to the younger races many years ago. We are not to change our minds now. The reasons are still valid. If that is all?"
"If the Shadows succeed in destroying us, then what is the point of your policy of noninterference? We'll all be eradicated." Marcus told him sharply, exhibiting none of the reverence I would have in his place.
"Our battles are done. This is the concern of the younger races- to fail or succeed- it is up to you."
"If we fail, do you honestly believe the Shadows won't be after you next?" Marcus asked angrily. "You were the cause of their first defeat over a thousand years ago. I have seen how they work against their enemies. My whole world was eradicated. I was the sole survivor. I can only imagine the lengths they will go to destroy those who beat them back before. Do you honestly believe they will respect your refusal to engage? Wouldn't it be better to join us now, and then after the Shadows are once again defeated you can enjoy the peace for another millennium?"
The Builder stared at Marcus after he finished his impassioned plea, as if he could see into his head with a glance. Actually he probably could have and did for all we knew, but he remained silent for long moments that stretched an eternity. I tried to read his expression, but he looked serene and I could tell nothing else.
"We will drop you back off on the Ingata and will discuss your situation. I will have an answer for you soon."
Before either Marcus or myself could object we found ourselves back on the bridge in the exact position we left it. Vatir was waiting for us and as soon as we returned he tried to shuffle us off to medical to check us over.
"We are fine, old friend." I assured my worried CMO with a wave of my hand, as I looked over my ship and got a status report for our absence. "We presented our case to them and they promised a reply soon."
It seems that while it seemed only a few minutes that we were gone it was in actuality over four hours. The crew was quite worried about our well being and so noticed our closeness right away while watching us carefully. My arm was wrapped around Marcus' waist and his fingers were entwined with my own. What neither of us noticed were the matching rings we now wore, thanks to the Builders. All those present took note of them and it was Vatir who questioned us further.
"Anything significant you would like to share?"
"Meaning?" I asked archly.
"You did not have those rings when you last left us." Vatir nodded towards our clasped hands.
Both Marcus and myself looked down at the same time to see the rings we were wearing without our knowledge. They were beautiful, a simple white band with both the Star Rider and the Anla'shok symbol engraved on the inside. I looked at Marcus and he nodded slightly grinning at my flustered appearance.
"The builders gave them to us as a present to celebrate our bonding."
Before the crew could react to that monumental announcement we received a hail from the Builders ship.
"Open a channel." I ordered, holding my breath awaiting their decision.
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.
Convincing the Builders
Once the both or us realized where exactly we were, we let go of each other hastily, although the ancient one did not seem to mind. In fact he looked completely unaware of the snogfest that took place less than five feet from where he stood.
"Ahem… Yes, sorry about that." I told him attempting to straighten my uniform and maintain my dignity with Marcus blushing furiously next to me. "On to the reason we were searching for you."
"I am quite aware of the circumstances surrounding your visit. The only reason you were able to find us was because we wished to dissuade you from sending further convoys to speak to us."
"But the Shadows-"
"Are no longer our problem." The Builder interrupted firmly. "We, the First Ones, made a conscience decision to yield the field to the younger races many years ago. We are not to change our minds now. The reasons are still valid. If that is all?"
"If the Shadows succeed in destroying us, then what is the point of your policy of noninterference? We'll all be eradicated." Marcus told him sharply, exhibiting none of the reverence I would have in his place.
"Our battles are done. This is the concern of the younger races- to fail or succeed- it is up to you."
"If we fail, do you honestly believe the Shadows won't be after you next?" Marcus asked angrily. "You were the cause of their first defeat over a thousand years ago. I have seen how they work against their enemies. My whole world was eradicated. I was the sole survivor. I can only imagine the lengths they will go to destroy those who beat them back before. Do you honestly believe they will respect your refusal to engage? Wouldn't it be better to join us now, and then after the Shadows are once again defeated you can enjoy the peace for another millennium?"
The Builder stared at Marcus after he finished his impassioned plea, as if he could see into his head with a glance. Actually he probably could have and did for all we knew, but he remained silent for long moments that stretched an eternity. I tried to read his expression, but he looked serene and I could tell nothing else.
"We will drop you back off on the Ingata and will discuss your situation. I will have an answer for you soon."
Before either Marcus or myself could object we found ourselves back on the bridge in the exact position we left it. Vatir was waiting for us and as soon as we returned he tried to shuffle us off to medical to check us over.
"We are fine, old friend." I assured my worried CMO with a wave of my hand, as I looked over my ship and got a status report for our absence. "We presented our case to them and they promised a reply soon."
It seems that while it seemed only a few minutes that we were gone it was in actuality over four hours. The crew was quite worried about our well being and so noticed our closeness right away while watching us carefully. My arm was wrapped around Marcus' waist and his fingers were entwined with my own. What neither of us noticed were the matching rings we now wore, thanks to the Builders. All those present took note of them and it was Vatir who questioned us further.
"Anything significant you would like to share?"
"Meaning?" I asked archly.
"You did not have those rings when you last left us." Vatir nodded towards our clasped hands.
Both Marcus and myself looked down at the same time to see the rings we were wearing without our knowledge. They were beautiful, a simple white band with both the Star Rider and the Anla'shok symbol engraved on the inside. I looked at Marcus and he nodded slightly grinning at my flustered appearance.
"The builders gave them to us as a present to celebrate our bonding."
Before the crew could react to that monumental announcement we received a hail from the Builders ship.
"Open a channel." I ordered, holding my breath awaiting their decision.