Author's note: Okay before you say it I know this chapter is rather short. This is why I've desided to put up two chapters this time instead of just one. I'd also like to say that beyond that which I already have written, perhaps a chapter and a half worths, I may not be continueing the story. Aparently people don't like fics without enough of the original charictors in them, at least that's what my sister said, and there is no point writting what people will not read. I am also writting an original romance story that I'd like to consintrate on.

March 8, 2376

It was quiet Barbra thought. It was never quiet when Delenn was around. Her thoughts were starting to confuse and disturb her. She missed her friend, she did, but-there was a pull inside her. She kept finding herself thinking back to Delenn the first, to the years she spent trying to get close to her, to the moment she found she was dead. For so long she lived for the chase.

She was right, as horrible as that maybe. But at first, if only at first, she stayed with her only because she felt she owed Delenn. But she grew on her. Delenn made her feel needed. She loved her so much more then ever she obsessed over her great-great-grandmother.

But did that mean that she missed and feared for her friend, or the chase? Was all this worry and hurt caused by the absent safety net of obsession? She always thought that if only she had something to obsess over, then she'd be alright. But then why did she feel like a mother preparing to hear that her child was found dead?

Her musings were interrupted by a soundless presence behind her. Her brother, she knew it without even having to turn around. "Have you heard anything more?"

"No."

"Good. No news is good news," she said to the warm cat in her lap she just remembered was there. She'd been sitting there in the middle of Delenn's room for four hours now. She'd come there just after telling Ethan what had happened, expecting him to come in at any moment and scream at her for letting Delenn take his ship.

Ethan however knew just how much his sister cared for Delenn, even if she didn't know herself just now, and had been stuck searching for the words to comfort her. In the end he came to her and told her he'd be watching the news for information on her.

He came and sat beside her. The feel of another's skin was unwelcome and deeply comforting at the same time. She felt she was expected to say something, so she looked down at the cat and said the only thing she could think of, "Did you want to look after Camille? I can't be around cats too long they give me hives."

"Barbra," he said bracingly.

"I swear to you I will tear you apart if you tell me she's gone," she whispered.

"I said there was no news."

"You could have lied."

Ethan sighed heavily. "You have to know that the chances of her coming back alive-" he stopped, realizing that his voice was becoming angry.

A very long while passed before either of them said anything again. Barbra's head had some how slid onto Ethan's shoulder during the nameless minutes. What broke the silence was the most unlikely of sounds… she started laughing.

"What?" Ethan asked mildly alarmed.

"Do you remember when she tried to teach me something called 'The Macarena'? And I botched it horribly and ended up falling over backward and getting wedged between the desk and the wall?" She could hardly finish her sentence for laughter. Her brother shook too with the abject humiliation of the thing.

She enjoyed the laugh for everything that it was worth. Delenn had taught her that. " 'You are impossible my dear Lor.'"

"You see I never understood why she called you that." He took a few deep breaths to clear his aching lungs and then said, "I mean I knew it was a nickname, but from where?"

Barbra looked her brother in the eyes, a glimmer of the happiness she'd found with Delenn back in her face. She pointed at the dresser. "You see that picture?"

Ethan got up to grab it and handed it to his sister. The picture depicted two young girls arm in arm in a garden, no more then four years old. Delenn was one of them. She looked so happy. She had very long deep brown hair that shone in the sun. And she was wearing a lilac sun dress with small white flowers on it. The other girl was clearly Minbari. Only slightly taller then Delenn in a typical worker cast outfit and a soft Bonecrest that she rested against Delenn's temple.

"When she was growing up for the first few years she lived on Minbar, with her 'Nana' as she called her. That girl in the picture was her best friend. Lorakenn, a daughter of one of the families most trusted guards. She said they were the happiest times of her life. She said I reminded her of Lorakenn."

"That's lovely. But I don't think someone her age could say that her happiest times were behind her."

"I think she could," she said running a finger down the image of a young Delenn.

Ethan on the other hand was looking at the Minbari girl. "So what happened to her?"

"She died in a terrorist bombing of the Anla'shok headquarters when she was eight." Ethan was noticeably shocked by this, but it rolled threw Barbra like air. She knew at that moment for the first time just how much she missed Delenn. It struck her like a hand across the face and tied a knot in her stomach, but released the stones in her throat. She was grateful for it. "I want her back, Ethan," she said without a hint of desperation or sadness. "I want her back."

"Why did you let her go in the first place?" he asked before he could stop himself. "Why did you let her indulge this stupid fantasy of hers? She's not a hero she's not a warrior, she's not an infiltrator, she's a little girl!"

A pit of regret and shame filled Ethan's stomach, Barbra starring at the wall stone faced. "It's personal," is all she said.

Ethan wriggled uncomfortably. "Maybe," he said uncertainly, "Maybe we should watch some TV… to take our mind off things."

The Vidscreen flipped on to the last channel it showed, ISN. The news caster was already speaking and Ethan was in no mood to listen. But before he could change the channel Barbra put her hand up and said, "Wait," having heard something.

"Once again the debris of a stray unregistered ship has been found in the vicinity of Vartok. It appears that the destruction of the ship has some how sealed the anomaly that was threatening to destroy the entire system. Rescue ships have been dispatched but it dose not appear that anyone could have survived the destruction of that ship…"