A/N; Just to keep things in order, this is obviously earlier than the last ones. John and Lennier have two separate conversations with each other. Sorry for the incredible shortness of this update, John and Lennier didn't want to be together anymore :(
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As he stretched once more, morning blues threatening, he heard the door open. Walking into the living room he saw Lennier coming in with his arms full of shopping.
"Here, let me help." he said, walking forwards, but Lennier hurriedly refused.
"No thank you, Mr President." Placing the bags on the counter, he began sorting through the contents silently. Feeling suddenly awkward and completely out of place, and for some reason rejected, he returned to the bedroom and began collecting his things.
After hunting his left shoe for nearly ten minutes- and finding it in the second place he'd looked, annoyingly enough- he straightened his suit for the twentieth time and went back into the living room. Lennier was still there, calmly filling cupboards and cleaning as he went.
"So," John said heartily, "how's everything been going?"
Neutrally, Lennier replied, "Everything is fine."
'Wow, really?' Thought John, disgruntled. 'How wonderful for you. No wonder you're bouncing with joy.' Shaking his head, trying to shake off his feelings of hurt at Lennier's unspoken dismissal, John tracked down the last of his necessities for the day and prepared to go.
Speaking up for the first time, Lennier said, "Delenn told me about Lorien's prediction."
Completely floored, John said "Oh."
"Seems to be an unusual decision." He continued, his voice oddly thick and unsteady, as if he were fighting something.
Now pissed and confused, trying to keep both out of his voice, John said, "It wasn't exactly a choice."
"What do you mean, it was predestined? Fate?" Lennier said aggressively. He had ceased all pretence of work, standing utterly still and staring John right in the eyes. John had the sudden and jarring impression that he didn't know this man a bit.
"No, it wasn't predestined, it was inevitable!" He said, trying to control his voice.
"Inevitable? So she had no choice, no other way than to sacrifice herself for you?" The diminutive Minbari snarled, his face changing for a moment into a mask of rage, pain and hatred. His whole form seemed to jerk and tremble for a moment and his hand gripped the side of the counter top so hard, the loud crack of crushed, snapping wood reverberated around the room.
Feeling like he was drowning in a river or confusion and pain and barely able to keep himself from launching across the table and grabbing the little twit by the lapels, he said, "Well, they never left her a choice, now did they?"
"So it's their fault, not yours? You, the blameless victim and conquering hero here?" Lennier shouted, hackles well and truly raised. "You're pathetic! You trapped her, imprisoned her, gave her no other choice! It was never about love, it was about control and power you-"
Flashes of Anna's face strobed in his eyes, which were suddenly fighting tears. "How dare you? I loved her! She was my everything and they took her from me-"
"She was never yours and never will be!" Lennier roared. "And you're the one who's taking, not them. They gave her to you because you tricked her, and now you've doomed her to a life of grief and pain because of your selfishness and pride, you bastard!" He finished, screaming.
For several seconds, neither of them moved, pain and fear, rage and hatred matched on both sides. Then, suddenly and without a word, Lennier turned and stormed out, leaving John completely pole-axed and wondering what, exactly, they had just been talking about.