A/N: Holy smokes! 966 hits for this story at last count, and that's not even counting the visitors! You guys are amazing! Okay, despite what happens in this chapter, there is no actual connection between Amy and the Shadows. I fudged the timeline just a bit, so that the attack on Quadrant 37 was about a week or two before the New Year instead of on it, and she's seeing it a few days beforehand. Also, finally bringing in some of the other characters I promised, and I think all of them act pretty much in character. If any of it seems a bit off, feel free to let me know! Have fun, and please review!

Chapter Six

Zack stared through the window at Amy; Dr. Franklin had confirmed his initial assessment of her injuries, merely cleaning and bandaging them, but she had been checked back in to Medlab due to her catatonic state. After learning of how much she had lost and the reasons why, the security officer's heart ached for her, and he found himself wishing that he could do anything to take that pain away from her, but he knew it would be impossible.

"Mister Allen?" an inquisitive female voice asked softly. He turned around and was surprised to see Ambassador Delenn standing there, along with Lennier.

"Can I help you, Ambassador?"

"The commander and Dr. Franklin have informed me about the woman currently staying with you," she said without preamble, her choice of words making his mind flash briefly to irreverent thoughts before she continued. "I wish to offer my assistance, if I may."

"Really?" He was genuinely surprised. "I didn't think you'd have the time-"

"The bereaved, in my opinion, takes precedence over more trivial affairs," she said firmly, cutting him off. Her tone then turned gentle again. "In temple, we were taught compassion, to reach out to those who are ill or grieving and assist them in any way possible. For me to be aware of her situation and not wish to help would be a violation of everything I have been raised to believe."

"Also, for the appointments that cannot be postponed, I would be happy to stay with her as well," Lennier spoke up. "From what we have been told, she will require constant supervision, so we are willing to spend as much time with her as may be required, as your duties prevent you from doing so yourself."

Zack thought about the offer for a moment. He was extremely grateful that they wished to help, but he wasn't sure how she would react to the fact that they weren't human. Amy only had a vague knowledge of the other races on the station, but she hadn't had direct contact with any of them yet. Still, from what little he knew of Ambassador Delenn and Lennier, they might be better able to help her than he would, and she didn't have the ingrained prejudice toward Minbari that most humans had because of the war, so why not? It would be a huge weight off his shoulders to know that someone was keeping an eye on her while he was on duty.

"Thank you, Ambassador…you have no idea how grateful I am," he replied, making both of them smile. "When she's released from Medlab, I'll let you know so we can figure out a time to meet, okay?"

"That will be fine," she said, then both Minbari bowed to Zack and took their leave again. Zack turned his attention to Amy again, who had just closed her eyes; he wanted so badly to help her, but he had no idea how. After all, how would anybody be able to do anything if she was either catatonic or unconscious?

"You look like somebody shot your dog," a familiar voice spoke up beside him. Zack turned to look at his boss with a frown. "Still playing next-of-kin?"

"I just wish I knew how to help her, Chief," the younger man said, turning back to Amy. Michael shrugged, turning to look at the woman as well.

"You know, she's kinda cute…I haven't seen her vertical yet, but for a younger woman? Definitely cute," the older man chimed in, making Zack give him a scathing look.

"Come on Chief, you know it ain't like that!" he protested. "What kind of scumbag do you think I am, anyway?"

"I don't, but I hear things," Michael replied simply. "She could've latched onto anyone—Dr. Franklin, Talia, anyone—but you're the only one she's opened up to at all so far…hell, she's staying in your quarters, so that's gotta show some level of trust there, right?"

Zack sighed heavily…he'd only been on the station a few weeks before Amy's ship had been salvaged, but he was already familiar with the older man's unusual perspective, and he knew it was no use trying to argue with him because he would believe what he wanted until the sun exploded or until he had hard proof to the contrary, whichever came first.

"I don't know if it's trust or if she just doesn't care about anything, but I have a feeling that right now she doesn't care," he said quietly as he watched Dr. Franklin walk into her room and perform another scan of her neural activity. Almost immediately, he realized something was wrong…when he realized the doctor had switched to more specialized tests, he rushed into the room.

"What is it, Doc?" Michael asked, beating Zack to the punch. The doctor didn't even spare them a glance as he stared at the information on the monitors.

"I don't know…there's some strange neural activity I've never seen before—it only started a moment ago. Before that, her neural activity was on par for a trauma victim," Franklin stated, his focus intensifying on the screen. As Zack stared at Amy, he saw her eyes moving rapidly beneath her eyelids, but he knew she couldn't have fallen asleep that quickly. Even if she had and she was dreaming, the chief medical officer would've recognized the brain activity as such.

"What the hell does that mean?" Zack asked, looking back to the doctor.

"There are several areas of her brain that are incredibly active…those places are normally associated with dreams, emotion…and the part that controls cognition has five times the activity of a conscious human," he said, sounding surprised at his findings. "That doesn't make sense, though…I mean, she was catatonic until a moment ago, and now she appears to be asleep or unconscious. How the hell is that possible?"

Zack's mind went back to their meeting with the commander the night before. Her words echoed in his mind, and a chill ran down his spine when he realized what was happening.

"She's seeing something," he whispered, making both men look at him.

"What do you mean, she's seeing something?" Garibaldi demanded.

"Commander Sinclair called us into his office last night…apparently there was some government conspiracy going on back in her time, and the whole reason she was put in cryostasis was because her DNA profile indicated that she was psychic. She was just as shocked as I was, but she confirmed the theory…thing is, she said she hadn't seen anything since she was a kid, and all she saw was little stuff, stupid stuff that didn't have any real effect on anything," the younger security officer admitted. This information made the security chief look even more surprised, while dawning comprehension was apparent on the doctor's face.

"So you're saying she's having some kind of vision right now?" Garibaldi asked, incredulity straining his voice.

"That could be…I've never seen anything like this before, but that sounds like as good a theory for it as anything I could come up with," Franklin chimed in, then looked thoughtful. "The real question is, is this a coincidence or was she lying about her abilities fading away?"

Before anyone could think to attempt an answer, Amy's eyes snapped open and she bolted upright, nearly falling off the table in the process. All three men grabbed her to keep her steady, but as soon as Zack saw her expression, he knew whatever had snapped her back to reality hadn't been pleasant. Her breathing was ragged and shallow as if she'd run the length of the station, and the look on her face and in her eyes was one of pure horror. When the others let go, Zack held on, and her eyes finally showed a glimmer of recognition as they locked on his face.

"You with me?" he asked gently, releasing his hold with one hand to brush the hair back from her face. After a moment, she swallowed hard and nodded.

"Nightmare," she finally gasped out, still trying to get her breathing under control. She flinched when Dr. Franklin suddenly stuck a needle in her arm without warning. "What the hell did you do?"

"A mild sedative to help you relax…you look like you need it," he said simply, then looked at her with more concern and curiosity. "What kind of nightmare?"

"Horrible," she breathed out. Zack could see that the sedative was starting to take effect because her breathing finally evened out and she seemed much calmer than she probably would've been without it so soon after waking up. "An alien outpost was destroyed…it was like I was watching a movie…I mean, the point of view kept jumping around, ya know?"

"What'd the aliens look like?" Garibaldi asked quietly, but Zack heard the underlying tension. Amy didn't seem to notice.

"Humanoid…no hair, spots all over their skin…some of them had red eyes, but others had black eyes," she answered dully, then shuddered. "The whole place was wiped out…men, women, children…thousands of them…all in just a few minutes."

Zack looked up at the other men to find them giving each other nervous looks. All three of them knew the race she described were the Narns, but Zack was certain she hadn't laid eyes on one since she first awoke in Medlab. Still, the Narn were warriors, and despite their bitter rivalry with the Centauri, it was hard to believe that any species would attack one of their outposts and be able to destroy it that quickly.

"What about the ships that attacked them?" Zack asked gently. She shuddered again.

"That was probably the worst part…there were probably five or six…huge, all black, but with this weird sheen to them…looked like a cross between a spider and a crab without the claws…they moved like they were alive…and the scream…" Yet another shudder ran through her at the memory, and she shook her head. "Like something crawled in my brain and started ripping it apart."

That had all of them stumped. They'd seen a lot of alien ships over the years, but nothing like the kind she had described. Of course, the possibility that it was a species unknown to them was impossible to ignore; the station saw new species come into its space nearly every day. On the other hand, there was also the possibility that it had been just what she claimed—a nightmare—but judging from Dr. Franklin's reaction to her neural activity, there was a lingering doubt to that option. After a moment of searching through his desk, the doctor produced a piece of paper and a pencil.

"Think you could draw the ships for us?" he asked. She nodded and took the offering, then started sketching a rough shape.

"I'm a crappy artist…my ex-husband was a lot better at this," she muttered as the pencil moved furiously across the paper. After a moment, she handed it back. "That's about the best I can do…it was pretty simple, no markings or anything, but I can't put on paper the way it moved or came at you."

As the men examined the rough sketch, they realized her description was pretty accurate to what she had drawn. It was creepy, to say the least. After a moment, Zack cleared his throat and looked at her again.

"You ready to get out of here?" he asked gently, then remembered the offer from Ambassador Delenn. "There's somebody I think you'd like to meet."