ItLoTM: Chapter Three
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shakatanyTitle: In the Light of Two Moons
Author: Shakatany
Series: Babylon 5
Pairing: Neroon/?
Rating: FRT
Chapters:
Disclaimer: These stories are not meant to infringe upon the copyrights held by J. Michael Straczynski, Kathryn M. Drennan, Babylonian Inc. or Time Warner Productions. I'm merely playing with what they've apparently abandoned, adding my own take on that universe. It's not my fault...my muse is forcing me to do it.
Summary: After "Objects at Rest" John and Delenn find that once again the dead do not stay dead.
Note: This fic is dedicated to John Vickery who has been described as having a voice that could melt the underwear off a cloistered nun at 50 paces. So very true.
Chapter 3
Author: Shakatany
Series: Babylon 5
Pairing: Neroon/?
Rating: FRT
Chapters:
Disclaimer: These stories are not meant to infringe upon the copyrights held by J. Michael Straczynski, Kathryn M. Drennan, Babylonian Inc. or Time Warner Productions. I'm merely playing with what they've apparently abandoned, adding my own take on that universe. It's not my fault...my muse is forcing me to do it.
Summary: After "Objects at Rest" John and Delenn find that once again the dead do not stay dead.
Note: This fic is dedicated to John Vickery who has been described as having a voice that could melt the underwear off a cloistered nun at 50 paces. So very true.
In the light of two moons
crystal mountains gleam
crystal mountains gleam
within their hearts
no shadows fall
--Shaal Mayan
no shadows fall
--Shaal Mayan
Chapter 3
There was an undercurrent of excitement in the little group as they went about their routines, developed in the aftermath of the departure of the Shadows. The Drazi and most of the Narns carried on their work at the Pit as the heat never bothered them. Tr'Gan stayed with her patient while Dancer and Anyani continued to sort through the scavenged goods brought to the hanger. They didn't speak of what they'd found that morning...well, that is, Anyani didn't speak, no matter how carefully Dancer phrased a question. While they sorted through every load brought in, each airsled pilot managed to find a few minutes to dash over to the infirmary to check on the status of the patient there.
For two days there was no alteration to his condition; then, on the evening of the third day, as Dancer was walking to the admin building while staying in the shade as much as possible, she was waved over by Tr'Gan, standing at the entrance to the infirmary. "I think he will soon emerge."
Taking a minute to let her vision adjust from the bright light of the outdoors to the dimmer light of the infirmary as Tr'gan went to check the monitor, she saw that the gel was becoming colorless. She was able to see the figure within whose burns were now nearly healed far more clearly. "Shrock!"
Tr'gan looked back from the monitor readouts she was studying; no one could understand the Shadow glyphs but by now she had a good estimation of what they meant. She grinned hearing the Narn expletive coming from Dancer. "What is it?"
"Of all the gin joints in the galaxy..."
"What?"
"Sorry. Old Earth misquote. I know who he is," Dancer replied grimly. "Tr'gan, may I present the Alyt Neroon of the family of Malkh of the Star Rider clan of the Warrior Caste of the Minbari." All the painful memories came rushing back. There were some 4 billion Minbari on their homeworld; why did it have to be this Minbari?
For two days there was no alteration to his condition; then, on the evening of the third day, as Dancer was walking to the admin building while staying in the shade as much as possible, she was waved over by Tr'Gan, standing at the entrance to the infirmary. "I think he will soon emerge."
Taking a minute to let her vision adjust from the bright light of the outdoors to the dimmer light of the infirmary as Tr'gan went to check the monitor, she saw that the gel was becoming colorless. She was able to see the figure within whose burns were now nearly healed far more clearly. "Shrock!"
Tr'gan looked back from the monitor readouts she was studying; no one could understand the Shadow glyphs but by now she had a good estimation of what they meant. She grinned hearing the Narn expletive coming from Dancer. "What is it?"
"Of all the gin joints in the galaxy..."
"What?"
"Sorry. Old Earth misquote. I know who he is," Dancer replied grimly. "Tr'gan, may I present the Alyt Neroon of the family of Malkh of the Star Rider clan of the Warrior Caste of the Minbari." All the painful memories came rushing back. There were some 4 billion Minbari on their homeworld; why did it have to be this Minbari?
"He is an unfriend?"
"Oh yes, most definitely."
"Dancer, you have friends here who will protect you from this Minbari if need be."
"Well, hopefully he won't recognize me," Dancer replied, aware of how much she'd changed since he last saw her at the investiture following Jenimer's death and, even then, his attention had not been focused on her. If he did recognize her, well...Dancer smiled wanly, aware that not even the superiority of the number of Drazi and Narn might be able stop a determined Minbari warrior who took pride in having killed over 50,000 humans during the war. It might have been best if she'd left him to die at the Citadel. But what if Anyani was right? A small voice deep inside her asked. We need him alive. She turned on her heel and left that ill-omened place, leaning on the outside wall as she tried to figure out what to do.
Later that evening the survivors gathered in the main office of what they believed to have been the administration building, finishing their evening meal and talking about the day's finds. Today was a Narn day when Narn would be spoken; Dancer had decided early on that to be fair they would rotate the languages. It was also a great way to learn a new language and, as no one had anything better to do, they all agreed. Well, except for Anyani, who would never deign to speak Narn and refused to learn any other language. The language of Earth she already knew from the court and that was the language she used, it having become the lingua franca among the various species. At first there was also Pak'ma'ra and Abbai in the rotation but they were dropped when their speakers died. In the distance Dancer could hear the Centauri opera Anyani was playing in the women's dorm even with the door closed. Anyani was not the easiest being to get along with, never having been taught to play nice with others.
Ni'Dayr, having finished his meal, rose and went to the tally wall to add another notch to it marking off 130 Limbo days since the Departure. Suddenly the front door opened and in walked Tr'Gan followed by Neroon, looking so unlike himself in the Drazi coverall he wore that he looked almost vulnerable. There were fine, barely visible burn scars on his face and hands but it was amazing how fast he had healed in so little time.
The others all began to speak at once; Tr'gan held up her hand and they fell silent. She introduced them all including Dancer. Neroon did not seem to recognize her and she released her breath, unaware until then that she'd been holding it. Neroon, having been warned by Tr'Gan that they would all like to know what had happened back home, began to speak. He told them, as he had Tr'Gan, that he had no memory of how he came to crash on Limbo. He went on to explain what had happened at Coriana VI where the Shadows and the Vorlons and the other First Ones had left the galaxy to travel beyond the Rim after the destruction of many planets. He told of the liberation of Narn which caused his Narn audience to cheer.
Dancer shifted on her cushion; at this point in her pregnancy it was hard to find a comfortable position. Having caught Neroon's attention, he told her that there was a movement spearheaded by Sheridan to remove President Clark from office.
She thanked him for the information, then asked, "How is the Entil'Zha?"
Surprised at such a question, he carefully replied, "As far as I know, Delenn is fine."
Delenn? What of Sinclair? What had happened to him? She wanted to know and yet she didn't want to know and didn't dare ask him for fear of arousing his curiosity. She rose awkwardly, exited the building then seated herself on a nearby rock. She gazed at the stars the way she had ever since she could remember, trying to find a way out of her dilemma. She had always found solace looking at the stars when she was troubled, when her parents were divorced, when her mother and later her father died, when they had their first breakup, when ...
"I didn't really crash here, did I?"
Startled, she turned and saw Neroon in the doorway, Tr'gan hovering close behind. She could see his frustration; his memories wouldn't match the story Dancer had told the others and which Tr'Gan had probably repeated upon his awakening. Dancer studied him intently, wanting to see if there was any glimmer of recognition and came to a decision. "Of course you did. How else could you have gotten here? Meet me here at dawn and I'll show you where you arrived." She walked past him and Tr'Gan and went straight to the women's dorm, closing the door firmly behind her.
"Oh yes, most definitely."
"Dancer, you have friends here who will protect you from this Minbari if need be."
"Well, hopefully he won't recognize me," Dancer replied, aware of how much she'd changed since he last saw her at the investiture following Jenimer's death and, even then, his attention had not been focused on her. If he did recognize her, well...Dancer smiled wanly, aware that not even the superiority of the number of Drazi and Narn might be able stop a determined Minbari warrior who took pride in having killed over 50,000 humans during the war. It might have been best if she'd left him to die at the Citadel. But what if Anyani was right? A small voice deep inside her asked. We need him alive. She turned on her heel and left that ill-omened place, leaning on the outside wall as she tried to figure out what to do.
Later that evening the survivors gathered in the main office of what they believed to have been the administration building, finishing their evening meal and talking about the day's finds. Today was a Narn day when Narn would be spoken; Dancer had decided early on that to be fair they would rotate the languages. It was also a great way to learn a new language and, as no one had anything better to do, they all agreed. Well, except for Anyani, who would never deign to speak Narn and refused to learn any other language. The language of Earth she already knew from the court and that was the language she used, it having become the lingua franca among the various species. At first there was also Pak'ma'ra and Abbai in the rotation but they were dropped when their speakers died. In the distance Dancer could hear the Centauri opera Anyani was playing in the women's dorm even with the door closed. Anyani was not the easiest being to get along with, never having been taught to play nice with others.
Ni'Dayr, having finished his meal, rose and went to the tally wall to add another notch to it marking off 130 Limbo days since the Departure. Suddenly the front door opened and in walked Tr'Gan followed by Neroon, looking so unlike himself in the Drazi coverall he wore that he looked almost vulnerable. There were fine, barely visible burn scars on his face and hands but it was amazing how fast he had healed in so little time.
The others all began to speak at once; Tr'gan held up her hand and they fell silent. She introduced them all including Dancer. Neroon did not seem to recognize her and she released her breath, unaware until then that she'd been holding it. Neroon, having been warned by Tr'Gan that they would all like to know what had happened back home, began to speak. He told them, as he had Tr'Gan, that he had no memory of how he came to crash on Limbo. He went on to explain what had happened at Coriana VI where the Shadows and the Vorlons and the other First Ones had left the galaxy to travel beyond the Rim after the destruction of many planets. He told of the liberation of Narn which caused his Narn audience to cheer.
Dancer shifted on her cushion; at this point in her pregnancy it was hard to find a comfortable position. Having caught Neroon's attention, he told her that there was a movement spearheaded by Sheridan to remove President Clark from office.
She thanked him for the information, then asked, "How is the Entil'Zha?"
Surprised at such a question, he carefully replied, "As far as I know, Delenn is fine."
Delenn? What of Sinclair? What had happened to him? She wanted to know and yet she didn't want to know and didn't dare ask him for fear of arousing his curiosity. She rose awkwardly, exited the building then seated herself on a nearby rock. She gazed at the stars the way she had ever since she could remember, trying to find a way out of her dilemma. She had always found solace looking at the stars when she was troubled, when her parents were divorced, when her mother and later her father died, when they had their first breakup, when ...
"I didn't really crash here, did I?"
Startled, she turned and saw Neroon in the doorway, Tr'gan hovering close behind. She could see his frustration; his memories wouldn't match the story Dancer had told the others and which Tr'Gan had probably repeated upon his awakening. Dancer studied him intently, wanting to see if there was any glimmer of recognition and came to a decision. "Of course you did. How else could you have gotten here? Meet me here at dawn and I'll show you where you arrived." She walked past him and Tr'Gan and went straight to the women's dorm, closing the door firmly behind her.
