"The past will never be forgotten"

Disclaimer: It all belongs to the great JMS. I just borrowed my favourite characters to play a little. I'll hand them back when I'm finished with this 

Author's note: This is my first fan fiction. Constructive criticism is appreciated, flames are hurtful. I have to add that English is not my native language; therefore it would be helpful to inform me about any bigger language faults. The original character, I invented will hopefully not end up as a Mary Sue. If you see the tendency of it, please let me know. But let's get started now. I'm very sorry. I had to rewrite the first two chapters. It won't change a lot in continuity but I felt obliged to inform you. I changed some things that I disliked for their lack of style.

Spoilers: The facts that I mention are only taken from the TV series, not from the movies, as I didn't watch them all.

Chapter one: Talking about the past

Babylon 5, October 2265

The young woman had just arrived on the space station, checked in with customs and she was already entirely impressed with the sheer size of the place. It had been her very first journey to space, so her amazement and utter fascination with everything she saw was rather high.

"Excuse me; I have a meeting scheduled with the President in two hours. Could you please tell me, where I can find him?" she asked an officer at the customs.

"Ma'am, you will find him in the green sector. If you want to, diplomatic guests receive a guard. So you can be escorted there." The officer answered and checked her personal dates given on the identycard. "Okay, Miss Anderson. Have a nice day."

The young woman smiled thankfully; she didn't think she could have found green sector on her own. Inwardly she had to grin, as she had never considered herself to be a diplomatic guest.

Escorted by the security officer she reached the President's office early. She intended to wait outside for the next couple of hours until she was to meet President Sheridan. Suddenly a tall man in his late forties arrived. The young woman just glanced at him for a fragment of a second but could feel an unexplainable aura of authority and kindness, both at the same time. He looked at her waiting at the door of his office.

"Oh, were you waiting for me, Miss?" he asked and smiled kiendly at her.

"Well, yes, Sir. But I arrived early." She answered (early," she replied shyly. She noticed she hadn't told him who she was. "I'm Katie Anderson, Mr. President." She added.

"Oh yes, the meeting was about some historic research wasn't it?" said the President as he led the way to his office and gestured Katie to sit down. The room was decorated in a rather neutral way. There were almost no personal things of the President in his office. No photos or pictures covered the walls. The only decorative items to be found in the office was the emblem of the Interstellar Alliance on the wall behind Sheridan's desk and some plants in the corners that looked like the needed water urgently.

"You know, it's been a while since I've last worked on the station. You're rather lucky to catch me here."

"Mr. President, I would have travelled all the way to Minbar, if that was the only place I could have met with you."

Sheridan watched the young woman sitting across the table with great interest. He couldn't lose the feeling that he knew her, perfectly aware that her name didn't ring a bell. She could not be older than 25 years old. Her small frame made her appear somewhat vulnerable and fragile. The contrast of her pale skin and dark brown hair added greatly to this effect. She seemed to be a more introverted person, judging on her very polite manners.

"Well, let's not stress the matter. What did you want to ask me?" demanded John Sheridan.

"I want to do a research on the war against Clark. I was a student in Oxford at the time and had no realistic chance to be involved. Right now, with a certain distance to all what happened, I feel bound to report about it. There are still a lot of rumours and prejudices back at home. I want to tell the truth."

"And what exactly do you want to write? I very much hope you don't want to create a kind of heroic story about Babylon 5. Neither do I hope you want to write rubbish about us." Sheridan added smiling diplomatically.

"That's not my intention. I wanted to tell the story from the perspective of one really great man, who can't tell the story by himself." Sadness clouded the young woman's eyes. "I learned about his tragic story when I did some research on Earth. There were just fragments of information about him, but what I learned, moved me very much. He has just a tiny part in this whole story, but what he did, changed a lot."

"To whom do you refer?" asked Sheridan. He had the feeling that he knew already, but he let her finish.

"I am talking about Marcus Cole, who, as I just learned a few weeks ago, was a cousin of my mother."

tbc-

Author's note: I really need a beta reader. I kind of struggle with the language from time to time but intend to continue in English.