Hello everyone. This is my first attempt at Babylon 5 fic, so I hope you like it. First off, I should explain the format I'm using. There is a Live Journal setup by someone called fanfic100 that is running The Ultimate Fanfic Challenge. The idea is to select a fandom, and using a chart of 100 words, do a one shot drabble for each of them. I actually learned about the challenge from mentalsunflower over at the Fruits Basket anime section. I decided it was a good idea and here I am now, doing my own 100 fics. I'm not enrolled in the contest officially or anything like that, I'm simply using the topic chart for my own set of fics. I should not I may not go in order. For example, right now the next topic is Middle. Well I'm not getting any ideas for Middle. However, Enemies, which is #22 is giving me plenty of ideas. Anyway, I hope you like my little stories. I should say that there will be spoilers if you've never seen the show, but that's the risk you take for reading fanfic for a show you've never seen. This story is set after the battle of Coriana 6 as the fleet returns back to Babylon 5. Enjoy
Beginnings.
Sheridan looked out the window as the ship continued its trek back to Babylon 5. All around it were the ships that comprised the Army of Light which had only hours ago won the Shadow War. Well, won might be an overstatement. The Shadow's themselves decided there time was up, and with the Vorlons and Lorien, left to join their brethren beyond the rim. And now it was the Third Age. A new age. A chance for the younger races to make their own destiny. A chance to screw it all up
That was the thing about beginnings. There's so much potential. A solider at the beginning of his military career, all psyched up, ready to face the challenges and overcome them to advance in his career. A businessman facing new clients, ready to put on a good face and start things off on the right foot. And now an entire race with a beginning. Many races actually. All of them at their own beginning. Their own age. Where would they go from here? What would they do? Would they maintain the alliance that had served them so well these last several months? Or would they splinter off and start to fight amongst themselves, readying for possible Centauri incursions, or even the machinations of President Clarke. What would they do with this new beginning, this new chance , this new age? Those were the thoughts circling through Sheridan's head as he watched the fleet hover around the Minbari cruiser as it made it's way back to the station.
John Sheridan did not get much sleep that night.