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After careful consideration, they will become and reading of your opinions, they will become a true trio.

Chapter 4

Prompto paused, frowning, something….Ivanova? He hesitated but then moved to the nearest public Babcom unit and called her, getting no answer. She was mad enough to be broadcasting, she was definitely a latent. He put a call through to the Captain, not knowing who else he could contact, tagging it urgent with his identity, hoping he'd accept it. "Captain," he greeted as the man accepted the call.

"What can I do for you Mister Bester? Things are a little hectic."

"Do you know where Commander Ivanova is? I…think something's wrong."

That definitely got the man's attention and he looked away. "Her link is off though she sent a message to Security about getting the Drazi together to talk."

"I…" he glanced around, there were a lot of people. "Is there someone who can check on her?"

"You're that concerned?" the Captain asked and he nodded, letting him make whatever assumptions he wanted to over what he may have overheard or sensed. "Alright, I'll see to it. Thank you."

Prompto logged off and headed back to his quarters. Until the other Techno-Mages left, Noctis was lying low. He walked in to find Noctis sprawled on the couch with an actual paper book. "Hey," he greeted and Noctis marked his page before putting it down.

"Hi honey, how was work?" he asked and then they both laughed.

Prompto collapsed next to him, absently rubbing his temples and then Noctis moved his hands to do it, Prompto going limp as healing magic spread from Noct's fingers, gently soothing the pain. "Mmm….thanks," he mumbled.

"It really takes a lot out of you, scanning people?"

"It's harder to not scan people," he admitted. "They're all so loud, most of them completely undisciplined."

"Wish I could do something to help," Noctis admitted and Prompto opened his eyes, turning his head to face him.

"You are, you're here, and that feels really good."

Noctis chuckled. "Happy to help. Take a nap, I'll handle dinner tonight."

"Kay," he lay back, eyes closed, and just relaxed.

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Noctis moved to the door before their visitor could press the chime, opening it for the Commander but joining her outside. "Commander, if you're looking for Prompto he's asleep."

"I just wanted to offer my thanks in alerting the Captain there was a problem. Oh, and the others you came with? Their ship is leaving in a few hours."

"Thank you Commander. As sad as it is that they're leaving, it will also be a relief."

"I'm sure. Good evening." She left and he went back inside to find Prompto beginning to stir.

"Dinner's almost ready."

"I thought…" he looked towards the door.

"Commander Ivanova stopped by to say thank you for alerting the Captain and to tell me that the others are leaving in a few hours."

"Good," Prompto stretched and stood. "What're we having?"

"Green curry, as close to Ignis' recipe as I can get it anyway," Noctis answered as he began plating it up.

"I miss his cooking," he sighed and Noctis chuckled.

"I do too," he admitted. They sat at the bar to eat and it was good though nothing compared to Iggy's.

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"Private Liner Crystal Cavern is now in final jet prior to departure."

"Excuse me," Londo called as he approached Elric who turned to face him. "I wanted to thank you for your amusing little gift. It took me two hours to repair the damage to my quarters. And I don't think the smell will go away for days. Now if I may ask, does this torment end when you leave...or am I going to have to spend the rest of my life paying for one little mistake?" he demanded.

"You're going to spend the rest of your life paying for your mistakes. Not this one, of course, it's trivial. I have withdrawn the spell. But there will be others."

"What are you talking about?"

"You are touched by darkness, ambassador. I see it as a blemish that will grow with time. I could warn you, of course, but you would not listen. I could kill you, but someone would take your place. So I do the only thing I can. I go." The Mage told him and Londo gulped at the threat as he turned but then paused and turned back to him. "Oh, I believe it was an endorsement you wanted. A word or two, a picture, to send to the folks back home...confirming that you have a destiny before you."

"Yes, it was just a thought, nothing more." He really didn't want him to do anything further. It wasn't like he'd used a bug to try and catch a sneaky image of what could look like an endorsement or something, Captain Sheridan had apparently lost all interest in meeting them which was a little odd.

"Well, take this for what little it will profit you. As I look at you, Ambassador Mollari...I see a great hand reaching out of the stars. The hand is your hand. And I hear sounds. The sounds of billions of people calling your name."

"My followers?" this was more than he could have hoped for but then he saw the man's expression and sobered.

"Your victims." And with that they were gone.

Londo stared after them for a second before leaving, shaken by his words.

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Prompto stretched out in the bed, feeling warm and content, looking up when he heard Noct chuckle. "You look comfy."

"Am," he grinned.

Noctis got into bed and Prompto shifted to lie against him. "They're gone," Noct whispered and Prompto hugged him.

"Do you…regret staying?"

"No," Noctis shifted to look at him. "I'll miss some of them but you and Hermione are my home. I will always chose you two above everyone else."

Prompto nodded. He would die for them, kill for them, anything to keep them alive, safe, and happy. He leant closer and Noctis remained still, watching him. He swallowed but then pressed his lips to Noct's, scared he was going to mess everything up. For a second he thought he had but then he felt Noctis' arm wrap around his waist, pulling him closer, and he kissed back. They parted and he stared at Noct who stared back before smiling softly, his other hand rising to stroke Prompto's cheek. And then Noct was kissing him and Prompto stopped worrying. He clung to Noctis, letting him control the kisses, feeling utterly safe and loved….something that had been missing for his whole life in this universe.

After a while they settled down to just holding each other. "Noct…Hermione,"

"Will be very happy," he promised and Prompto stared at him in confusion.

"What?"

"We've been trying to work out how to ask you about being a real trio for I'm not sure how long since time really didn't work in Harry's home."

"Oh…"

Noctis grinned at him, kissing him again. "Love you."

Prompto smiled, curling up in his arms. "Love you," he whispered.

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Noctis woke, blinking at the ceiling, what had…his eyes widened and he laughed, waking Prompto.

"Noct?" he mumbled sleepily and Noctis hugged him before kissing him.

"Can't you feel it?" he asked and Prompto blinked before his eyes slowly widened.

"Hermione," he whispered and Noctis nodded.

"She's coming closer!"

Finally, after twenty one, nearly twenty two, years, they'd all be together again. They were strongest together and he knew they'd need that strength for what was coming.

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Noctis walked beside Prompto through the Zócalo, taking in the sights and trying not to fidget nervously. It was a shock to find how…dependant he had become on his staff and he knew that was a very bad habit. There was a reason he had been trained to wield so many different weapons, to add them all to his Armiger. Dependency on one was a weakness. He didn't need the staff for anything outside of the big works. It was linked to him, a part of him…and it was safely in the Armiger with the Ultima Blade that Cid had made through upgrading the Engine Blade his Dad had given him so long ago.

No one gave him a second look without it or the heavy black clothing of the order. He was dressed in some of Prompto's clothing, with one of his own old jackets to ensure heavy enough coverage of his implants. They were shopping for some clothing of his own for Noct and he felt bad about Prompto spending his wages on him. Perhaps he could sell some of the Gil he had stored away? It was made from metal after all.

In public, Prompto was wearing the hated gloves and pin and Noctis saw how others would give him a wide berth whenever possible, would look away, and it hurt! It was like when the truth about MT's had first been explained, when Prompto had said that yes, he was one of them. It had gotten better, none of them would stand for the children to be shunned, and those that had survived had gone on to live happy lives for the most part, even those who had eventually died from what had been done to them. To see him being shunned again for something he couldn't help, hurt. It had his magic burning in his veins and then Prompto took his hand, squeezing gently.

"It's okay," he whispered.

"It's not right," Noctis told him and Prompto smiled sadly.

"No, it's not, but getting mad won't change it. Your eyes are flickering colours Noct. Please remember this is a space station and we don't want a hole blown in it."

Noctis winced but forced his magic down, taking deep breaths to calm himself, easily falling back on decades of meditation practice.

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Delenn watched two young men walk together through the Zócalo. When the blond one turned slightly she spotted the gloves and badge. She had heard a second commercial telepath had been assigned to the station so he could be him, or perhaps one simply passing through? The way humans dealt with telepaths was very different to the way the Minbari did. To her, it was wrong to isolate them from their own people for being born with such a gift.

Her gaze went to the other human with him, they were as night and day in appearance. Yet there was something…she smiled softly when she saw their hands brush, fingers tangling briefly. She saw him take in the way others reacted to his companion and then she shivered, feeling something…power…and then the blond was whispering to him, calming him. What was that? He lifted his hand to check something and the sleeve fell back, flashing metal embedded in his skin and her eyes widened slightly. But…they had left?

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Every minute the ship was in hyperspace, she could feel them coming closer. It was hard, not smiling like a mad person the whole time. Finally, they would be together again, she'd have her boys back.

Though, what if they were only visiting the station? No. Prompto hadn't moved in some time, with Noctis just having joined him. They knew she was coming; they'd stay.

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"Captain, may I have a moment?"

John turned and for a second didn't recognise the young man before he realised he did. It was the Techno-Mage, Noctis, but he looked very different dressed in normal clothing, thinner and smaller, how heavy was their clothing? "What can I do for you?" he wasn't quite sure how to address him, he hadn't given his family name or a title that should be used.

"Techno-Mages don't generally use more than one name. Names have power Captain and that is dangerous. Noctis is fine."

John chuckled. "I thought Bester was the telepath?"

Noctis laughed. "I read your expression and body language, not your mind. I wanted to let you know that my ship will be arriving soon and was wondering where I should leave it where it'll be out of the way?"

"Your ship?"

"Yes, most of us have a personal ship, it was just easier to all travel together. However, when I decided to stay I sent for it, better to have it close at hand."

"I see…are you looking for docking space? We don't have many permanent spots, most of those are for the Ambassadors."

Noctis shook his head. "It doesn't need to be in a berth, just out of the way of everyone. I can call it if I need it. Our ships are capable of remaining hidden from even the Minbari but that won't stop someone physically running into it."

"I see," stealth technology able to fool the Minbari? "I assume you don't want your ship to be common knowledge. I'll have Commander Ivanova find a spot for it."

"Thank you. Please, let me know if there is anything I can do to help, I'm not quite sure what to do now. I can't promise to be able to help whenever needed, even if I've kind of left the Order, I am bound to certain rules. I can't just share our technological abilities with you. I can work to help the station; I can't work for your government or any other."

"I understand," he may be human but in a way he was more like an alien ambassador. He wasn't beholden to Earthgov…maybe…he could help with the investigation? He would wait and see, observe the younger man for a while first. After all, his career and more was on the line if discovered.

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Talia paused, seeing Prompto walking with another young man, laughing and smiling. She could feel the sheer happiness radiating from her fellow Telepath. It was good to see him happy and relaxed and having friends outside the Corps wasn't illegal but it could be frowned upon. The Corps was Mother and Father after all, they were expected to have loyalty solely to the Corps. Outside friends could cloud things.

But…what she could feel from both of them…this was more than friendship. That would definitely not be accepted, for one, no children would come from such a relationship and even if it was possible, the young man was not a Telepath, for someone as strong as Prompto, a genetic match would be all the Corps would accept. Honestly, she was surprised he hadn't already been married to someone.

It's not like she had scanned either of them, she was just putting together impressions and body language, she could be completely wrong. And considering her own troubles with Corps sanctioned relationships she was hardly going to rush off and report them. If the Corps hadn't married him off already then why not let him enjoy the possibility of love while he could?

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Noct and Prompto followed Commander Ivanova into a section of the station that was unused. Technically, it had been shut down since the station had gone online.

"There hasn't really been anyone down here since we went online, no maintenance or anything so it's as isolated as you can get but it could also be dangerous because of that," she warned and he nodded.

"But it's all material I can work with Commander," he ran his hand across metal and wiring, feeling the electrical power within. They came out into a chamber sealed by an airlock and Noctis nodded. "Perfect," he smiled at her. "Thank you." the airlock opened, making her jump and then it closed again a minute later and Noctis walked forward, running a hand over something his companions couldn't see. He glanced at her, hesitating, before the ship became visible. It was as black as night, shaped almost like an arrowhead with a fin on top.

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Prompto's eyes could pick out the designs on the wings, one bearing the mark of the Lucis Caelum and the other of the Aldercapt's. "Cool," he whispered and Noct grinned at him.

"Very…impressive," the Commander offered, eyes wide.

"Thanks," Noctis smiled at her.

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Noctis watched the people of the station walk around, spotting the Captain walking with another Captain…obviously of the explorer class ship parked alongside the station. Prom was working still but he'd finished work for the day in shoring up the area he'd been given for his ship. He was enjoying the work and it was giving him an even deeper look into the stations systems, wondering if the Captain realised that would happen.

Hermione was almost to the station, only a day or two away from what he could sense and that made it hard for either of them to focus on anything. He was glad that Prompto had made the first move and before they were reunited with Hermione. It would make the reunion less separate, not that they'd done anything beyond kissing and touching. Tonight though, he would see how far Prompto was ready to go, it would be good to have their relationship fully settled first if possible.

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"Captain! We're picking up a mayday…it's the Cortez."

TBC…