END OF THE LINE

PART 38

Madeline was busy overlooking the last proceedings; Black Omega Squadron had finally been relocated! A lot had changed during these last weeks. Bester had ordered her to sort out the most loyal men and women the Squadron had to offer and they had relocated the base in a forgotten part of the universe. 30 telepaths, who were also excellent fighter pilots, had been chosen to stay with the Squadron. Bester had commanded the others to infiltrate several organizations like Earthforce, the Corps and even the rangers. She had offered to do undercover work herself, but Bester had reacted rather vehemently and had said no.

Her life had changed greatly; Bester had started to trust her and she had been his right hand for the last few weeks now. He had entrusted her with confidential information and she had never left his side.

His apparent trust baffled her. She didn’t know for sure though if he was being sincere or if it was just pretence. She had been with him for 3 years, ever since she had graduated from the Academy. Because she was officially registered as Madeline Bester, his daughter, the Corps had honored her request to be trained by her father. Privately, he had never accepted her as his child though.

She would never forget the first time they had met. His eyes had been icy cold and she had been told that although the Corps might consider them family, they weren’t. Her mother had honestly told her why she had left her husband and she understood her mother’s reasons for doing so. But her mother had always maintained that Alfred Bester was her father. Meeting him had been a disappointment and she had only stayed because she hoped that one day he might accept her into his life.

Had he done so now? During those three years he had never called her Madeline, a name he disliked and now he insisted on calling her that.

Confused, she entered all data into the computer. Only the members of the Squadron knew the base’s new secret location. Their uniform had been changed at Bester’s command. They were grey now and the Psi Corps logo had been replaced by a Greek Omega design.

**He wants to break away from the Corps, but whenever he leaves to meet their representatives he slips back into his uniform and wears their pin. I don’t understand,** she thought fatigued. She had been working for 18 hours now without a break. Bester had told her to make sure that all traces of their relocation were covered. **I wonder what kind of game he’s playing.**

“Madeline?”

Bester’s voice coming through her com link startled her. This was another ‘improvement’ he had ordered so they could communicate long distance. She still hadn’t grown used to wearing it.

“Yes, sir?”

“I want you to come to my office and wear your official Psi Corps uniform.”

“Understood, sir.” Madeline sighed; she was tired and wished there was a chance to get some shuteye. **Wishful thinking! Ever since he got back he’s been pushing everyone to their limits. It’s like he’s possessed!**

Al straightened out his uniform jacket and adjusted the Psi Corps pin. Briefly thinking of Marcus he smiled. His plans had become reality very quickly. Black Omega Squadron had become an independent organization and his pilots were absolutely trustworthy. The Corps was still under the impression that he followed their every order, but in reality he had been building his own task force.

Sitting down behind his desk he waited for Madeline to arrive. One week ago he had received the results from the DNA test he had ordered without her knowledge. The crystal was still in his drawer; he had been postponing viewing it. Madeline had turned out to be a valuable assistant once he’d accepted her. She lacked his sadistic streak and he had to admit that Alisha had raised her well. She hadn’t poisoned her daughter’s mind, had even taught her to respect ‘her father’.

Only slowly Al had realized that she had always seen him as her father. Madeline had asked to be stationed at his side because she wanted to be near the father she had never known. She was extremely loyal and Al knew she would never betray him. That realization had hurt after ignoring her for 3 years; she didn’t deserve to be treated like that!

He had forced himself to give her a fair chance to prove herself during these last weeks. She had earned his respect and Al found himself hoping that she was his daughter. It was why he hadn’t viewed the crystal yet. Witnessing those time flashes had definitely changed him. The crystal inside his hand felt cold, but he halted the moment he wanted to push it inside the player. He couldn’t do it, not yet. Opening the drawer he pushed the crystal underneath some files. It shouldn’t matter to him whether she was his daughter or not; Alisha was still his wife and that made Madeline his daughter, period!

An old fashioned knock on the door told him Madeline had arrived. “Yes,” he said and rose to his feet.

Madeline stepped inside and awaited his instructions; her hands clasped on her back.

“We’re going to meet up with several representatives from the Corps. I want you on your best behavior. Our primary goal is to free a prisoner.” Al looked her in the eyes. “Failure isn’t an option during this mission. People’s lives are at stake here; normals and telepaths.”

That statement no longer surprised her; Bester had revealed a growing concern for normals. “I’ll do the best I can,” she said honestly.

“I know. We’ll take out two Starfuries. I informed Sergeant De Winter where we’re going. Should anything go wrong he’ll get us out.” Al gestured her to step outside the office.

Madeline was biting her lip, dying to ask a question. In the end she decided it was worth the risk. “Do I know this prisoner?”

Al nodded his head. “Yes. Do you remember Mr. Garibaldi?”

“The security officer we met on the White Star?”

“Correct. The Corps captured him after he and Sheridan tried to blast a planet into oblivion. They want to use him as a means to destroy everything Babylon 5 stands for. I have to make sure that they don’t brainwash him. We have to get him out of there in one piece and still in possession of his sanity.” Al looked at some of the maintenance workers who were going to help them into their suits.

“How do you plan on convincing the Corps to release Garibaldi into your ‘care’?” She raised an eyebrow while speaking that last word.

Al grinned. “I’ve got my ways, Madeline.”

**I’m losing my sanity!** Michael thought as he paced his prison in circles over and over again. The voice was talking to him constantly, driving him crazy. Banging his fists against the stonewall he wondered why the hell he had ever agreed to cover Sheridan’s back. They may have dropped those bombs on Zha’dum, but what good had it done them? Sheridan probably hadn’t made it out alive and some foul bastards whose sole purpose in life it was to drive him mad had captured him!

“What do you want from me?” he screamed in frustration. The light hurt his eyes and the small space made him claustrophobic. He had to get out of here or he would lose his mind!

Al watched Garibaldi pace. It wouldn’t take the Corps much longer to break the Chief. He had to prevent that from happening. Maybe if he played his cards right he might attain his goal; after all they had called him in to help them out. So far Madeline hadn’t spoken a word and Al wondered what she was thinking about.

After clearing his throat he decided to address the Psi Cop next to him who was in charge of Garibaldi’s ‘treatment plan’. It was obvious that the middle-aged man was frustrated because he hadn’t been successful yet.

“What do you want of me?” Al asked and sensed Madeline’s sudden interest in this situation. If necessary she would play whatever role was needed to successfully complete this mission.

“Break him! We need to break his mind!” the man replied in a tense tone. The Corps punished failure gravely and he was growing scared. “You own a respectable reputation when it comes down to breaking minds, Mr. Bester. I need your help!”

“I want carte blance on this,” Al said hesitantly. He wanted the man to think that he was doing him a grand favor by agreeing to this enterprise.

“Which means?” the Psi Cop asked.

“These are hardly satisfactory conditions to work in. I want to take him to another base where the facilities are better suited for my needs.” Al yawned, trying hard to appear not interested.

“I don’t know about that,” the Psi Cop replied.

“Well, I’m not going to waste my time any longer then. Ms. Raven? We’re leaving,” he stated calmly, hoping the Psi Cop gave in before he was out of the door. If not, he would have to find another way to get to Garibaldi.

“All right, Mr. Bester. You can take him with you. How much time will you need?”

“ A couple of days, maybe a week,” Al replied and locked eyes with Madeline. Their strategy had been successful.

Garibaldi tried resisting as several armed guards entered his prison cell, but a tranquillizer dart quickly knocked him off his feet. Falling towards unconsciousness he recognized the mocking voice, which addressed him.

“Mr. Garibaldi… This time our roles are reversed and you are the prisoner!”

**Bester?** Michael thought just before a black blanket wrapped itself around his mind.

END OF THE LINE

PART 39

Madeline looked over at Garibaldi who had been drugged to make sure he wouldn’t resist being transferred. Bester had told her to take a shuttle and follow him to a secret location, as he didn’t want to take the risk of Garibaldi finding out about the relocated base. The Chief required medical attention and Madeline hoped the Corps hadn’t done any severe damage.

“Prepare for landing procedures,” Al told her and relayed all data to her com station.

“That is an Earthforce battle cruiser!” she pointed out to him, viewing all new information.

“We have allies in strange places, Madeline,” Al grinned hearing the surprise in her voice. He hadn’t been idle these last few weeks!

Madeline followed Bester inside and docked her shuttle. Now she was faced with the task of getting Garibaldi to his feet. The drug should be losing its affect by now and she wondered about his mental state. **He’ll probably try attacking me, as I’m the enemy. Great! Thanks, Al!**

“Come on, you big oaf and move!” she exclaimed in frustration; Garibaldi was way too heavy for her.

“I hope it isn’t me you’re addressing,” Al quipped through the com panel. “I’m on my way over to help you, Madeline.” Thus far their mission had been successful and he wanted to keep it that way.

“Looks like he’s developing a feel for a more wicked sense of humor,” Madeline muttered, recalling Bester’s odd behavior.

Garibaldi chose that moment to return to consciousness. The first thing he noticed was a Psi Corps pin and his dazed mind told him he might have a chance overpowering the Psi Cop and escaping. Although his movement was unfocused, his strength made up for the clumsiness and he managed to sweep the Psi Cop of his feet. This time he was going to fight and defend his life! After spending hours, days or weeks in that damned prison cell he was determined to fight to the death if necessary. “Got you now, son of a bitch!” he cursed and was about to follow up with a series of punches when a mind voice pierced his thoughts.

<STOP!> Madeline cast into his mind, desperately trying to get Garibaldi’s attention. His glazed eyes made her shiver and his strong hands were wrapped around her throat as he kept squeezing the life out of her. She had never before been this scared; her training had never prepared her for something like this! <Stop, Mr. Garibaldi!> she tried one more time as the last gasp of air left her lungs.

Michael succeeded in focusing his eyes and wondered why this Psi Cop’s face seemed so awfully familiar. **And why am I strangling a… woman?** Looking into her eyes he suddenly recognized her. “You’re… Raven,” he whispered and let go of her like his hands had been burned.

Madeline quickly grasped her throat, began coughing and desperately tried to fill her lungs with oxygen. <Please calm down, Mr. Garibaldi. We managed to get you out of that rat hole.>

“We?” Michael couldn’t stand on his feet any longer and sat down on the cold metallic floor. “I’m sorry,” he apologized and pointed at the red marks his hands had left around her neck, “Had I known it was you, I wouldn’t have…”

“Apology accepted,” Madeline whispered in a hoarse tone, relieved she could breathe normally again. “We should get you to sick bay… You need a doctor,” Madeline said and walked over to him. Thankfully Bester hadn’t yet arrived; she’d hate to explain everything to him. “Can you get to your feet? I’ll support you till Mr. Bester arrives.”

“That little weasel! I thought I heard his voice earlier on!” Michael did his best to climb to his feet and succeeded eventually. “How long have I been there?”

“A week I think, maybe less.” Madeline grabbed his left arm and draped it over her shoulder. “And don’t call him a little weasel!” she added defensively, “He got you out, didn’t he?”

“But =why= is what I want to know!” Garibaldi hissed and flinched as his sore muscles objected to the movement. “What the hell did they inject me with?”

“A sedative, Mr. Garibaldi,” Al stated and looked at him coldly. He had seen the marks on Madeline’s throat and was fighting hard to stay in control. It had been foolish to tell her to man the shuttle; he should have calculated the risk of Garibaldi becoming violent. The anger was directed at himself; he had foolishly endangered her life!

“Madeline, I want you to contact the Squadron and tell De Winter that he can stand down; that we made it back safely. I’ll accompany Mr. Garibaldi to sick bay.”

“Of course, sir!” She caught the Chief’s inquiring gaze.

“I thought your name’s Raven?” Michael said and leaned against the wall as she moved away from him. He watched Bester as he took her place and hated being supported like this by the Psi Cop.

“That’s her codename,” Al said. <Get going!> he told her and showed her telepathically where to find the necessary equipment to send the message. He wanted her out of Garibaldi’s reach in case the man would launch another attack. Madeline would never lash out with her mind to defend herself.

“And why are you helping me? What are you up to?” Garibaldi asked and inhaled the fresh air as they stepped into the corridor. Bester hadn’t been lying; at the end of the corridor a medic was waiting for them.

“The good doctor here will examine you and then we’ll have a nice, long chat,” Al said and felt relieved when Garibaldi sat down on the gurney. The bulky man was far too heavy for him to drag along.

“Chat?” Garibaldi asked, annoyed when the doctor made him lie down.

“Yes, I need your help to save the life of someone who’s very important to me!”

BABYLON 5

“Susan?” Marcus whispered as he stepped into her quarters. After Sheridan and Garibaldi’s disappearance she had grown depressed and frankly, he worried for her.

“Marcus,” Susan forced herself to smile; wanting to reassure him that she could deal with this, but she couldn’t fool him. Her thoughts spoke of a bitter sadness and he would certainly pick up on them.

One week had past now and she had been forced to take over command of the station. She, Delenn and Lyta had tried finding evidence of their deaths, but they had been forced to leave Zha’dum the moment the Shadows had felt their presence and had tried luring them to the planet’s surface. Marcus had opposed their plan, but they had carried it out nonetheless.

“I’m glad you’re here,” Susan mumbled and moved into his arms the moment he sat down. During these last few days he had been the sole reason for her to wanting to live.

“I’m leaving the station, Susan. I want to know what happened to Mr. Garibaldi. G’Kar has been talking to some merchants and has found wreckage parts from his Starfury. Someone should keep an eye on G’Kar too.”

His words made her shiver. “You’re leaving me?”
“Only for 48 hours, my love,” he reassured her. Marcus hated doing this to her, but life went on and they had to focus on the living, not the dead. “If Garibaldi’s still alive I’ll find him,” he promised.

“When will you leave?” Susan trembled.

“Tomorrow. G’Kar has already left and the Centauri are looking for him in that sector. We can’t afford to lose another friend, Susan.” Marcus caressed her face and saw a tear lurk in her eyes. “They need you here, Susan. I can’t take you with me.”

“I know,” she sighed, “Just hold me, Marcus.”

Late that night Marcus briefly returned to his quarters to check his messages; he intended to spend the night at Susan’s quarters. She didn’t want to be alone and he needed some company to keep him from brooding. He hated leaving her alone, but she was in command of Babylon 5 at the moment and couldn’t simply abandon the station. Marcus had already decided that he would return as quickly as possible. G’Kar could take care of himself, he wasn’t really worried about the Narn, but Garibaldi was a different matter. The Chief meant a lot to Susan and he wanted to make sure he had done everything possible to find out what had happened to him.

“Computer, are there any messages?”

“One message, encoded, password required.”

That caught Marcus’ attention and he moved over to the com screen. “Computer, display origin of message.”

Studying the new data he realized only one person could have sent him this message; Al. What password would he have used? He decided to try the obvious first, “Computer, enter password; Liz.”

“Password accepted.”

Watching the screen intensely Marcus sighed seeing his father’s face. His dark eyes possessed a strange expression; mischief was lurking there and somehow Al looked years younger.

“Marcus, this is a recorded message. Unfortunately I don’t have much time. I hope you’re well and that Ivanova didn’t rip you apart when you told her our family secret,” Al said amused.

“He’s actually enjoying this,” Marcus realized and shook his head. A smile curled his lips though.

“I just wanted you to know that I happened to come across Mr. Garibaldi in a Psi Corps prison. I’ll send one of my associates to drop him off at the station.”

Not repressing the sigh that fought to leave his lips, Marcus sat down. “So, he’s all right after all! Susan will be pleased to hear that!”

Garibaldi stared into Bester’s dark eyes and wondered if the Psi Cop had gone mad. “And you learned all this during your time travel?”

“Your dear Commander Sinclair engineered it this way. I told you the truth,” Al sneered impatiently. He had told Garibaldi what his part would be in all this. “Let me summarize it again,” he said and sighed; somehow he had to convince the man.

“Instead of wiping and modifying your mind to my wishes I offer you an alternative. Mr. Edgars will only engage your services when he thinks that you truly turned against Babylon 5. This man is developing a new weapon to destroy all telepaths. Unfortunately I can’t get close to him. That’s why I need you, Mr. Garibaldi. You’ll have to play a convincing role.”

“Why should I save your kind?” Garibaldi asked and shifted his glance to the young woman standing behind Bester; he knew her real name now, Madeline. Michael still felt sorry for attacking her the way he had.

“Look at it this way,” Al started and leaned back into his chair. “Do you want Marcus to die? Or Lyta? I know you don’t care about me making it out alive, but what about Madeline here? You would condemn them to death, as I’m fairly sure that you’re the only one who can infiltrate Edgars’ organization.”

Michael wasn’t sure what to say. Bester had explained how to act to appear believable to Edgars’ men. The fact that Lise would be involved in this was something else he disliked; he still secretly loved her.

“Please take your time to think this over,” Madeline said, speaking for the first time. She had only now learnt about this horrible news and wondered why Bester entrusted her with such valuable information, but she felt honored.

Locking eyes with Madeline, Michael wondered what was bugging him. She resembled someone, but he couldn’t name that person! “I’ll play along, Bester, but only because I don’t want to see my friends hurt! I don’t care what happens to the Corps!”
“I understand,” Al sighed relieved. “Madeline will be your contact. She’ll give you all information you need to gain Edgars’ trust.”

Garibaldi realized that this was going to be hard on him. He would be risking several friendships just to save the lives of some telepaths. If it hadn’t been for Marcus, Lyta and perhaps Madeline he would have refused.

END OF THE LINE

PART 40

"Michael's alive?" Susan softly whispered in disbelief. She had to sit down upon hearing that particular news. ** Is this really happening?** she thought confused.

"And =Bester= saved him?" she wanted to know. That was the strangest part about it; why would the Psi Cop be interested in Garibaldi's safety? "Wonder what he's up to!" she exclaimed.

"Susan, please?" Marcus whispered and felt hurt, hearing the distrust in her voice while speaking Bester's name. "I do believe he has some good traits as well. He saved me too, remember?"

"I'm sorry, Marcus. I keep forgetting that he's your father!" Susan apologized and grew restless. **Michael's coming back! He didn't die!**

"Maybe Captain Sheridan's alive as well then. Never give up hope, love," Marcus said and stroked her damp long hair. She had taken a shower only moments ago and the sweet scent of roses still clung to her skin.

"When will he be arriving?" Susan moved out of his arms and looked him in the eyes.

"According to Al, Michael should arrive in a couple of hours."

"I've got to tell the others; Zack, Delenn, Stephen... You understand, don't you, Marcus? For just once I want to be the bearer of good news!" Susan said pleadingly.

Smiling tenderly Marcus nodded his head. "They need some good news. Go ahead, love. Contact them."

She quickly kissed him on his soft lips and then got to her feet. Impatiently, she grabbed her link; dying to tell their friends that Garibaldi was on his way home!

"We're approaching Babylon 5, Mr. Garibaldi," Madeline told him.

"It's great to be home again. I definitely missed the place!" Michael had reluctantly agreed to take the co-pilot's seat after they had entered the shuttle. Madeline had made it very clear that he needed to get more rest after the ordeal he had been through.

"I'm glad you decided to help us," she said softly; very carefully choosing her words. "Mr. Bester told me about your dislike of telepaths. I can't blame you, I guess. Most people avoid =teeps=," she stressed the last word.

Michael studied her and wondered why she was working for such a weasel as Bester; they made a very unlikely team. "How did you end up working for him?" he asked firmly. During the last two days, which he'd spent with her and Bester his curiosity had grown. The way Bester had acted had made him wonder. The Psi Cop's usual sarcasm had almost disappeared from his comments and it had been obvious that he trusted Madeline who never struck him as a likely partner in crime. Something about Bester had changed, but he couldn't put a name on it.

Madeline hesitated to answer. She didn't know much about him and she wasn't sure whether she could trust a normal who clearly hated telepaths.

Michael noticed the wavering expression in her green eyes and realized she had no reason to trust him. It was still beyond him how he could have attacked her earlier on. There was only one explanation; the drugs had made him do it. "You don't have to tell me," he started hesitantly.

Madeline stared at the screen, trying to reach a decision. Never before had she told another living soul her story, not even Bester. He had never asked her to tell him about her youth. "It's alright, Mr. Garibaldi," she said, "I simply don't like discussing my private life."

"Please call me Michael. If we're to work together we should try trusting each other."

"Trust?" Madeline raised an eyebrow. "Do I have to remind you that I'm a teep and that you don't trust me?"

"Point taken," Garibaldi said and grinned weakly; she was playing him! "You were going to tell me more about yourself," he reminded her.

This time Madeline returned the grin. "I was raised by the Corps; my mother handed me over at birth. I only saw her at holidays and very seldom during the weekends. She was a bitter woman and felt cheated by life. My father still refuses to grant her a divorce although she has been asking for one since I was born. I am the reason they broke up, I guess. He discovered she was cheating on him and my father never accepted me as his daughter. After I graduated from the Academy I asked to be assigned to Mr. Bester and I've been with his Squadron for 3 years now." She grew silent after sharing her personal history with him.

Michael noticed the sadness to her eyes and shook his head in dismay. "I'm sorry."

"There's no need to be sorry," she stated and focused on the controls again, wondering why she had told him those things in the first place!

"Aren't you very young to be a Psi Cop?" Michael asked, trying to make her feel a bit more comfortable.

"I'm 24," Madeline replied honestly and continued to enter new data into the computer. "We'll reach Babylon 5 in one hour," she realized and sighed, hoping Garibaldi would stop being so inquisitive.

"Bester told me you're to be my contact. How will we keep in touch?" Michael noticed her unwillingness to discuss this any further, but didn't want to give in.

"Let me worry about that, Mr. Ga... Michael. I'll find you," she corrected herself, seeing the look on his face.

"So," he started, "you want me to alienate my friends, especially Sheridan and attack him in public the moment he returns from where ever he's now? Bester was rather vague about that," he whispered while locking eyes with her, still wondering why she looked so damned familiar. There was something about her eyes...

Forcing himself to stop staring at her, he remembered the rest of Bester's instructions. "The moment Lise arrives I have to convince her to introduce me to Edgars, that rich bastard. The little weasel..."

"Mr. Bester," Madeline said smugly.

"Yeah, once I get invited to the house Bester will take over from there. I wonder how he expects to get inside."

"And then you can tell your friends why you acted out of character. Once they understand why you did it, they will stop being angry with you," Madeline said and wondered how Bester had gotten hold of this information.

"It's better than Bester wiping my mind and rebuilding it to his needs!" Michael said angrily.

"He would never do such a thing!" she stated vehemently; she couldn't help defending him.

Michael had had enough and didn't want to discuss this subject any longer; this was going to be gruelling anyway. Switching the topic he asked, "Are your parents still alive? Don't you miss them?"

"You're asking rather personal questions!" she weakly berated him.

"A security officer has to be nosey!"

Madeline smiled. "My mother, Alisha, is still alive, yes. I sometimes visit her, but not very often. Work keeps me awfully busy."

"And what about your father? Do you have any contact at all?"

"That's a bit more complicated," she sighed, careful not to reveal her father's name. What was she doing opening up to a stranger? "He never accepted me into his life; I already told you that. Our relationship is rather... formal and distant."

Michael realized that this was hurting her; their conversation was getting far too personal! Staring at the controls he decided to give her some time to compose herself.

Susan held Marcus' hand as they stepped into the docking bay to greet Garibaldi. She was thrilled to have her friend back. "I still can't believe he's coming back!" Susan whispered.

"I know, love," Marcus replied and gently rubbed the knuckles of her cold hand. "There he is!" the ranger said, seeing Garibaldi approach them. The Chief looked tired, but unharmed.

Pulling Marcus along Susan extended her hand in greeting and smiled as Garibaldi accepted that gesture. "Are you alright, Michael? You scared us, disappearing like that! What the hell happened?"

"Never knew you'd miss me," Michael replied teasingly, relieved to be back on the station and patted Marcus on the back. "I guess I owe Bester a favor and that's something I'm not thrilled about!"

Marcus couldn't help but read the Chief's surface thoughts. It felt like spying to him, but it was hard to shut out alien thoughts since his rating had increased. Garibaldi was worried and something dark, maybe a secret, hovered underneath the surface. "Welcome back, Michael," he said eventually and wondered what his friend was trying to hide.

Madeline cautiously made her way through Down Below after she had changed her clothes inside the shuttle. Tattered clothes offered the perfect disguise down here where no one would notice another lurker. Shielding her thoughts tightly she turned around the corner. Bester had arranged for some quarters through his contact on the station.

**This part of Babylon 5 breeds misery,** she thought as lost dreams struggled to get into her head. These people had given up hope.

Stepping inside she searched the small room; at least it was clean. Madeline sat down and quickly braided her long hair. She'd have to be invisible to everyone except Garibaldi while staying here.

Several days later.

Michael had used his time wisely and had put some pressure on his contacts. They had told him all they knew about Edgars and Garibaldi decided he didn't like the man. What would Lise want with Edgars? Jealousy slipped inside and he wondered if he would have a chance to win back her love.

"Fat chance," he spat, realizing he had no chance at all.

Madeline had only contacted him once, but it had been a relief to talk to someone who knew what was going on and why he was acting so oddly. She had been understanding and had listened patiently. Only near the end of their conversation had he noticed her dishevelled appearance and he had been worried when he had found out where she was staying.

Down Below was no safe place and certainly not for a woman! She had dismissed his worries and had told him that she could take care of herself. Michael had shaken his head, remembering the way she had reacted when he had attacked her.

"Chief? It's Zack."

The voice originated from his hand communicator and he quickly tapped it. Stephen had declared him fit for duty after conducting a thorough examination. "Zack? Talk to me."

"Chief, we've got a situation here. An unidentified vessel just docked and whoever's onboard knows all the security codes."

"Understood, I'm on my way. Garibaldi out.” Michael sighed and glanced at Daffy's picture that hung above his bed. "This is it, old boy. Sheridan's come back like Bester predicted."

The battle they fought became legendary and rightfully deserved a place in the history books, which now had to be rewritten. Sheridan and his crew drove the Shadows away, who were accompanied by Lorien and the Vorlons when they passed beyond the rim. Although they had been victorious, problems had arisen on the home front and they now found themselves fighting another war. This time they had to fight their own kind; brother against brother while Edgars, the Corps and President Clark were plotting against each other. In the midst of this a friendship was about to be destroyed.

Weeks later.

The former Chief of security was sitting at a table at Balfour's sipping from his caff. Edgars' men had contacted him after Lise had helped him to get in touch with them. But they had demanded a demonstration of his loyalty to their cause and Garibaldi felt cornered. He was quickly alienating his friends and losing Sheridan's confidence hurt most. **Why am I doing this? Just to save some teeps?**

But his conscience told him that the cause was just. It would stop Edgars from carrying out his absurd plans and he would save countless lives, and among them were Marcus and Madeline.

That last name conjured up a strange feeling. During these last days she had been the one to pull him through and to tell him to hang in there. He wondered if his feelings for her weren't growing too strong; she was a telepath after all and he should keep his distance!

"Michael? We need to talk. Your strange behavior worries me."

Recognizing the voice at once, Garibaldi told himself to react. "Too bad, I don't want to talk to you."

John studied his friend. Ever since they had returned Michael had been acting out of character and he wondered what had happened during those few days that were unaccounted for. Where had Michael been? Had Bester done something to him? Having gone through a shattering experience himself, he remembered the look Garibaldi had given him after Lorien and he had emerged from the docking bay.

"You're feeding their madness by believing that you came back from the dead!" Michael said and noticed one of Edgars' spies sit down at a table close by. This might be the chance he had been waiting for! He had to convince Edgars that he could be trusted!

"I'm still the same person I used to be," Sheridan objected.

An old woman stumbled over her own feet and John quickly moved to help her up. The devotional rubbish that left her lips made Sheridan feel uncomfortable. Maybe Michael was right and he should do something to stop this forming of a legend, but the damage had already been done.

**I won't get a better chance!** Michael realized and spat an insult directed at Sheridan while punching him in the face. He would never forget the surprised hurt in the Captain's eyes and even years later it would make him feel guilty. **I'm sorry, John, but I'm trying to save lives here,** he thought saddened. There was no turning back now!

END OF THE LINE

PART 41

"Marcus?" Susan smiled and peeked inside his rooms. Although he had practically moved into her quarters he still used his own to conduct ranger business.

"I'm here, Susan," he called out from the bathroom. Running a hand through his tangled hair he stepped into the living area and looked at her. "You wanted to talk to me about Garibaldi?"

Susan sighed, walked over to him and brushed his lips. Reaching out with her mind she welcomed his gentle probing of her thoughts. Marcus had talked to her for hours, trying to convince her to explore her psi ability and eventually she had given in. Slowly she had accepted this aspect of their relationship.

"Yes." Susan said saddened. "He immediately left the station after punching Sheridan. Zack told me that he bought a ticket to Mars and that Michael looked angry and disorientated. I'm afraid we've lost him, Marcus!"

"Let's hope not, love," Marcus replied, but did share her concern. "I'll drop by Stephen’s later on. Maybe he told the good doctor what he's up to. They used to be friends."

"I don't like it," Susan whispered distressed, but couldn't help enjoying the way his agile fingers caressed the back of her neck. "We just defeated the Shadows and now we're fighting Clark!"

"Everything will be fine in the end. You've got to believe that, love," Marcus told her, remembering the way she had looked holding their newborn son.

"I've got to check in with Sheridan now. He wants to discuss a surprise attack aimed at Clark's forces near Mars."

"Want to have dinner with me afterwards? I'll make reservations at 'Chez Pierre'," he said seductively.

A soft expression appeared in his eyes and her knees almost gave out on her. "Don't look at me like that, Cole!" she said and slapped him playfully on his chest. "You know darn well I can't refuse you when you throw that look at me!"

Marcus grinned. "Maybe we can spend the night together? Your bed's so much bigger and softer than my bunk!" he said in a suggestive tone.

Susan shook her head; his thoughts were easy to read. <I like your ideas!> she told him. <Maybe I'll have my way with you tonight!>

"So, Mr. Garibaldi achieved his goal and is now headed for Mars? Excellent!" Al asked while sending another secured channel message to Thomas, a promising young telepath who had been with the Squadron for one year now. He had selected this young man because he was intelligent and not easily frightened.

"Yes, sir. Mr. Garibaldi just left Babylon 5," Madeline informed him, glad this mission had been successful. Now it was up to Bester to come through and carry out his part of the operation. Down Below was getting to her and she wanted to leave as quickly as possible. She'd had to fight off pimps who were worried that she was trespassing into their territory and the threats had become more violent the last couple of days. Madeline longed for a long hot soak in a bathtub, music and a good night's sleep.

"Madeline, stay tuned," Al instructed her and addressed Thomas on a different channel. "Do you have the changeling net ready?"

"Yes, sir." The young man's face revealed none of his feelings as he activated the device. This would be a dangerous mission, but he felt up to it.

Al closely studied Thomas' new appearance. "Good, you can easily pass for Garibaldi. Be careful when dealing with Lise Edgars; she might see through your disguise."

"Understood, sir."

"You've got permission to leave the base and to fly to Mars. Don't fail me!"

Thomas' nod was resolved. "I won't fail the Black Omega Squadron."

Al terminated the connection and switched back to the channel Madeline was on. "I want you to leave Babylon 5 ASAP and to return to the base." He didn't want her to stay in Down Below any longer than was strictly necessary.

"I'll have to make some arrangements before I can leave, sir," she pointed out to him. Rubbing her temple she realized how drained she felt.

"Just be careful, Madeline," Al whispered, ill at ease showing his concern so openly.

Madeline nodded, surprised at hearing that edge to his tone.

"Mr. Garibaldi?"

Looking up from his window seat Michael didn't recognize the middle-aged man standing close to him. The transport heading for Mars was rather empty, only handfuls of people were prepared to face the war that was raging on the planet.

"I'm Sergeant De Winter," the man introduced himself.

Something about that name rang a bell, but the man was wearing civilian clothes and not a Psi Corps or Black Omega Squadron uniform.

"The 'little weasel' sent me. He said you would know..."

"Bester?" Michael suddenly realized where he had heard De Winter's name before; Bester had used it. It did surprise him though that Bester would use that nickname to gain his attention.

"Correct. Your work here's done, Mr. Garibaldi and Mr. Bester wants you to join him. We'll take it from here."

Michael didn't know whether to feel relieved or angry.

"This must have been hard on you, but we're thankful you decided to co-operate. You saved countless lives," De Winter said and gestured Garibaldi to follow him into the back of the vessel. "The next stop is Romulus 2; we'll get off there."

"What about Lise? Will she be alright?" he asked, suddenly concerned for the woman he had once loved.

"I assure you that she isn't in any danger at all. She's already left the house."

Considering his next question Michael realized that there was someone else he was far more concerned for, Madeline. He felt hesitant to voice that concern though. "And what about Madeline? Is she going to join us too?"

De Winter raised an eyebrow hearing that question. "I don't know what her orders are."

Michael quickly looked away and wondered why he felt this worried for a Psi Cop!

Madeline draped a long brown cloak over her shoulders and slipped the hood over her hair. Attracting attention was the last thing she wanted now that she was about to leave the station. Last night she hadn't been able to sleep because several men had been fighting in the corridor, just in front of her door. Their mad and angry thoughts had caused her a severe headache and she had lain awake all night.

As she stepped into the corridor she studied the drunks who were asleep on the floor; these were the truly homeless. They were harmless though; she better be careful when it came down to the ones who were awake.

Her long hair hid part of her face and she used her psi ability to peek around the corner. She sucked in her breath when she caught the thoughts of three lowlife thugs coming her way.

Immediately, she turned around and started running to avoid a head on confrontation. Too late did she realize that she was running straight into the arms of two pimps who had been waiting for her to leave her quarters.

Madeline's eyes grew big seeing them drawing knives and knew she had to fight if she wanted to stay alive.

Med lab

"Doctor Franklin? I've got a patient for you. Female, approximately 25 years old; stabbed in the chest and in her left thigh," the security guard said in a worried tone. The girl was young and good looking and he hoped she would make it.

Stephen hurried over to them and said, "Put her on the exam bed."

The guard acted at once and stepped aside to give Franklin all the space he needed to properly do his job.

"Where did you find her? She's young and I'm sure I haven't seen her around before."

"Down Below, doctor," the guard replied. Realizing he wasn't needed any more he left med lab and reported in to stationhouse.

Stephen quickly began scanning her and called his med team. "Watkins?" he said, addressing one of his assistants, " Prep Medlab One and the operating theatre just in case we need to perform some surgery."

Stephen looked at the latest data on his new patient while one of the nurses undressed her.

"Doctor? You might want to have a look at this," the nurse said.

Recognizing the alarmed tone Stephen looked at the spot she pointed out to him." Not another one!" he moaned. "Contact the Commander and ask her to come to Medlab."

Susan was in a foul mood. Everyone had been called in to participate on the attack against Clark's forces except her! Sheridan had even asked Marcus to join him on the command ship, White Star One and there still wasn't any sign from Garibaldi. They had deserted her and she was stuck here on this pile of metal! Life just wasn't fair!

When Stephen's message had reached her she had used it as an excuse to leave C&C. Corwin had stared at her as she had told him that he was in command now. There wasn't anything going on at the moment anyway! All the action was near Mars! She needed something to concentrate on and Stephen's message had been marked urgent. The fact that Marcus and Sheridan were in the midst of this war worried her. If only she could be there as well!

"Stephen?" she said, "You wanted to talk to me?"

Franklin had seen her enter med lab and walked up to her. Her eyes were hooded and he knew she was doing her best to stay composed. He made one more entry into the file and then gestured her to follow him. "Yes, I want you to have a look at a patient who bears a P 12 mark on her left arm."

"A Psi Cop?" Susan said alarmed. Security hadn't informed her that one had come aboard!

"I don't know about that, but I do know that she's still critical at the moment."

"How badly injured is she?" Susan asked, trying to think of the right strategy to use in this particular situation. She should have known that someone had sneaked onto =her= station!

"She was stabbed in Down Below, twice. The knife damaged a number of vital organs and she lost quite a lot of blood."

"Will she survive?"

"I honestly don't know," Stephen replied, " I do hope so... she's still very young and strong." He halted when they had reached her room. The door opened and they stepped inside.

Susan swallowed hard seeing that face again.

Stephen noted the surprised look on her face. "Do you know her?"

"Yes. I met her once before. Her name's Raven and she's Bester assistant." Susan moved a little closer to study the young woman's face. She was covered with a thermo blanket and the respirator had taken over her breathing.

"Raven?" Stephen repeated, adding the name to her file.

"I wonder why she's on the station," Susan whispered; Raven's pale complexion set off her red hair.

"Do you want me to contact you should she regain consciousness?"

"Yes, Stephen." Susan walked back into the corridor and waited for Franklin to join her.

Stephen made sure the door closed behind them and then wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "You're worried about Marcus, aren't you?" Stephen ventured, sensing her sadness.

" I don't want to lose him, Stephen."

"I'm sure he'll be just fine. Marcus is like a cat; he's got nine lives, remember?"

"But how many has he already used up?" Susan said feeling melancholy, and then forced herself to get her act together. "Have you heard anything from Michael? It's not like him to get into a fight with the Captain."

Franklin shook his head. "I wish I had better news for you, Susan, but I haven't heard from him at all."

END OF THE LINE

PART 42

"Mr. Garibaldi, I trust Sergeant De Winter took good care of you?" Al quipped, delighted to see annoyance appear on the Chief's face.

"What are you up to, Bester?"

"I thought you'd want to know that we just raided Edgars' home and found the latest weapons he had constructed; I had it destroyed." Al observed the other man and saw a flicker of concern. "Lise Edgars has left Mars unharmed; she wants to make a new start and we provided her with some additional money and safe transportation."

**Why am I relieved? I'm glad she's unharmed, but... she's part of my past. We never had a future together.** Michael realized Bester had guessed his thoughts and glared at him. "That makes me a free man then?"

"You always were a free man, Mr. Garibaldi. I never forced you to co-operate. This was =your= choice and I must admit that you surprised me. I never thought you would agree to this deal." Al felt tired, but this wasn't over yet; he might have won his personal battle against Edgars, but Marcus was still involved in this war against Clark. He had to make sure his son survived the confrontation. Al said, " Mr. Garibaldi, do you know where you are?"

Michael managed to focus on their conversation again, now that he knew Lise was fine. "Looks like an Earthforce battle cruiser to me."

"That's correct." Al signaled Garibaldi to walk with him to the launch area. "Your Captain Sheridan will launch his attack in one hour," he started.

"How do you that? Do you have spies onboard his ship?" Michael didn't like the fact that Bester had managed to sneak his men into their ranks.

"A necessary evil, Mr. Garibaldi," Al replied smugly. "I thought you would like to take part in that attack too."

Several maintenance workers approached carrying two pressure suits.

"All my fighters are onboard of this cruiser. I think I'll take my Starfury out; it has been too long since it saw some action. Are you interested in joining me?" he asked Garibaldi whose bewilderment was obvious.

"Sure," he stuttered. "I do have questions though! How did you manage to get your hands on Edgars' secret weapon and why the hell are your fighters aboard an Earthforce battle cruiser?" Michael wondered about Bester's dedication towards the Black Omega Squadron. It almost appeared like he had broken away from the Corps, hence the Omega pin on his grey uniform.

"You don't expect me to share my secrets with you, do you, Mr. Garibaldi?" Al berated him and stepped into his suit. "We've got a battle to fight and I suggest you don't waste any more time!"

"Captain Sheridan? I can't make heads or tails of this message," Marcus said thoroughly confused. He had already tried running several codes, but this message was hard to decipher.

"Let me have a look at it," John replied and left his command chair to join the ranger behind the console. He was beginning to feel nervous now that the moment of truth was creeping closer and the last thing he needed were mysterious messages! "I know that code," he said softly. "It has been a while though." John realized who had to be sending it and tensed. "It's Michael."

"Mr. Garibaldi?" Marcus watched patiently while Sheridan entered some new data.

"Yes, try again." Sheridan hoped he still remembered how to break the code.

"It says; I'm on my way. Don't start without me." Marcus read aloud and looked at the Captain for further instructions. "According to these readings he's approaching quickly, but he isn't alone... his fighter is part of a larger formation."

"Can you get me a visual?" Sheridan returned to his seat and sat down.

"I think I can," Marcus whispered.

John shifted in the chair the moment the screen showed him the incoming fighter formation. "I don't recognize their insignia," he mumbled and wondered in whose company Michael was.

"I've got Mr. Garibaldi online for you now, Captain," Marcus informed him.

"Then put him through!" John tensed the moment Michael's face appeared on screen, but he relaxed when he realized that the Chief's eyes were clear and friendly.

"Captain? Mind if we take out some of Clark's forces for you?" Michael asked hesitantly, unsure if Sheridan would accept his help after the way he had acted.

John didn't know what to say. They had been through a lot and somehow that had created a bond. "Sure, Michael. I need all the help I can get, but..." John noticed Marcus' far away expression and wondered what was going on. Was the telepath picking something up?

"Mr. Garibaldi... the insignia on your Starfuries... Whose are they?" Marcus asked. A well-known mind signature was unfolding now, which had been hiding from him earlier on.

"Mine," Al replied in a satisfied tone. "I hope you don't mind me dropping by."

"Al? Is this your Squadron?" Marcus reached out and he gasped when their thoughts touched. Al's signature felt different though; no longer dark and cold.

"Yes, it's mine. I decided to go independent and start my own organization. Mr. Garibaldi here helped me out. It was all an act, Captain."

"It was?" Sheridan said softly, shaking his head in disbelief. "Marcus? What do you think? You know Bester."

"I trust him, Captain. For what it's worth I think he's being sincere. I feel no deceit in his mind." His father wouldn't stab him in the back; he knew that now.

"Let's start that attack then!" Sheridan told Marcus to send a message to Lyta Alexander and Zack Allen who had joined the resistance on Mars. Lyta would activate the minds of the Shadow telepaths who had been smuggled onboard Clark's battle cruisers.

"You'll act at my command only," Sheridan told Bester. "Do you understand?"

"I'll indulge you this one time," Al said amused.

"We won! Clark has been defeated!" Delenn dashed into C&C to share the good news with the Commander and the crew.

"I knew we would!" Susan said pleased and smiled. "I take it Marcus and the Captain are unharmed?" They had to be fine, otherwise Delenn wouldn't be this happy!

"John told me that they almost collided with one of Clark's battle cruisers, but thankfully it passed by without doing any damage. John is on his way to Earth now and Marcus will return shortly in the company of Mr. Garibaldi who joined them in battle."

"Michael joined them? I was worried after he disappeared," Susan sighed relieved. She told Corwin to take over C&C and walked into the corridor with Delenn. It was the first time Susan had smiled since Marcus had left the station. They had won indeed!

"Franklin to Ivanova."

Cursing the damn link Susan tapped it. "Ivanova go."

"Our patient just regained consciousness and has been taken off the respirator. Do you still want to talk to her?" Franklin informed her.

"I'm on my way, Stephen," Susan replied and looked apologetically at Delenn. "I've got to go. I'll tell him the good news; Stephen will be relieved too."

Al smiled as Marcus walked up to him. It was no surprise that his son had picked up his signature before he had revealed himself to the ranger.

"I never expected you to get involved in this battle!" Marcus said and surprised the hell out of Al when he lunged forward to give him a hesitant hug.

Smiling, Al accepted the gesture and said; "Always expect the impossible, Marcus. You look great though. Ivanova didn't do too much damage then when you told her?"

Marcus immediately knew what he was referring too. "She reluctantly accepted the truth." Studying Al's grey uniform and unfamiliar pin he asked, "No Psi Corps uniform?"

"No, decided to break away from them. I still have my Black Omega Squadron and I'm going to focus on them," Al explained as they moved toward the White Star's bridge.

Sheridan had gone aboard the Agamemnon and was on route for Earth while the White Star's course was set for Babylon 5. Al didn't plan on going there; he only wanted to talk to Marcus for a while and then head back to his base to meet up with Madeline.

Garibaldi, who had just slipped out of his suit interrupted them. A victorious grin flashed across his face "We kicked their ass back to Earth!"

Al shook his head and raised an eyebrow. "Do you always have to share your conclusions with us? At least phrase them a bit more eloquently." Pleased with the outcome of his meddling, he realized that he had changed the future the Machine had shown him. His son was still alive and hadn't sacrificed his life so Ivanova could live. Garibaldi still possessed his mental functions, **although they were inferior to begin with!** he thought amused.

Thomas walked up to him and Al smiled approvingly. The young telepath had played his part brilliantly. Edgars' never expected betrayal and it hadn't taken them long to find the labs underneath the house. Only now did Al notice the worried expression in his eyes.

Marcus sensed Al's sudden concern and focused on his father.

"Sir?" Thomas started, not wanting to reveal any confidential information so openly.

"Go ahead, Thomas. What happened?" Al prompted him, eager to find out what had upset his agent.

"It's Madeline, sir. She didn't call in on time."

Al swallowed hard; would this be the price he had to pay for saving Marcus? Had Madeline met with an accident instead? Why hadn't the Machine warned him! "When was she last seen?" he asked and realized that his voice trembled.

"20 hours ago; she was last seen onboard Babylon 5. It's fairly certain that she never left the station in the first place," Thomas replied.

"Al?" Marcus murmured who had been quiet up to this point. He vividly remembered the conversation they'd had after the Machine had released Bester. "Is this the girl you mentioned? My half sister?"

Al was about to reply when Garibaldi interrupted him. The Chief's victorious feelings had quickly vanished as he realized whom they were talking about. The fact that Marcus had called Madeline his half sister baffled him. "Are we talking about the girl you sent along to act as my contact?"

Al nodded once. "Yes, that's Madeline alright."

Marcus caught Garibaldi's confused thoughts and realized he'd revealed too much in the Chief's presence. It wouldn't take the officer long to figure out who their father might be. But seeing lines of concern on Garibaldi's face was something he didn't expect. "I never knew she was onboard the station," Marcus admitted.

"She acted as my liaison," Al said and told Marcus about his scheme to deal with Edgars. "Can this White Star go any faster?" Al asked.

"I'll tell them to speed up," Marcus said and walked over to the controls.

"Can you establish contact with the station?" Garibaldi wanted to know, feeling the need to personally make sure she was all right.

"No, there's too much disturbance," Marcus replied while looking up from the com screen.

Al fumbled the crystal in his pocket. It contained the results of the DNA test he hadn't viewed yet, something he couldn't postpone much longer. <Marcus?> he cast, <There's something we need to talk about first. Privately.>

<I understand,> Marcus sensed the earnest in Al's mind voice and knew something troubled his father. <We can talk in the briefing room.>

Michael didn't want to admit that the news had upset him. He should have insisted that she left the station first! Down Below was too dangerous! Madeline had been the one person who had kept him from becoming depressed during these last weeks. A couple of times he had been tempted to grab a bottle and drown his worries. Unnoticed, she had become very important to him and only now did he realize that he was falling in love with her.

END OF THE LINE

PART 43

"She's awake?" Susan asked Franklin and peeked inside her room.

"Yes, but she isn't very lucid due to the meds I had to give her. Try being gentle for a change," he said defiantly.

"Gentle?" She grinned and then stepped inside. Susan halted once she had reached the bed. "Ms. Raven?" she whispered softly but firmly.

Madeline slowly opened her eyes and tried focusing on the form floating above her. **I know that voice!** she realized. "Commander Ivanova?"

"Yes." Considering her next move she decided to follow Stephen's advice. "You were stabbed in Down Below. Do you remember what happened?"

"Not really... there were too many of them..." Madeline murmured sleepily.

"Why are you here? How did you get onboard unnoticed?" Susan observed the other woman closely and realized Raven was dozing off again. "Ms. Raven?" she tried again, determined to get some answers.

"Madeline... My name's Madeline," she whispered.

Her interest piqued, Susan leaned in a little closer. Madeline's eyes had slipped shut and something about them had intrigued her. "We need your last name for your file."

Madeline sleepily nodded her consent. Her chest hurt and breathing was growing increasingly difficult. All she wanted was to go back to sleep. "It's Bester," she said and finally drifted off into sleep.

Susan froze hearing that name. "Madeline Bester?" she repeated dumbfounded. Marcus had told her about his supposed half-sister, but she had never expected to ever meet her.

"Did I hear correctly? Did she say Madeline =Bester?= "asked Stephen, who was standing in the doorway. "Does this mean that she's Bester's daughter or what?"

"Yes, I think so," Susan whispered in a shaky tone. **That's why her eyes looked so familiar to me! They're so much like Marcus'!**

"I guess I'm a coward after all," Al mumbled and inserted the crystal into the player.

"Why?" Marcus sat down beside him.

"I told you I never made sure Madeline was my daughter... This crystal contains the answer to that question."

"You haven't watched it yet?" Marcus' voice echoed surprise. "Aren't you curious to find out?"

"Officially Alisha is still my wife; that makes Madeline my daughter anyway." Al decided to be completely honest with his son. <Basically, it no longer matters to me whether she's my flesh and blood or not. She worked so hard to gain my trust... she never asked for my affection. Madeline just wanted to get to know me and I kept her at a distance all these years. I look upon her as my daughter, regardless of the outcome of the test.>

Marcus' smile was approving. <You made the right decision. I would like to meet my half sister, you know.> Remembering the reason why they were sitting here he cast, <You're worried something happened to her on Babylon 5?>

<Yes, I am... everything went much too smoothly! There has to be a catch!> Al admitted and pressed the button. A file appeared and he quickly scanned the document.

<She's your daughter all right,> Marcus cast as he encountered Bester's name, listed as Madeline's father. Resting a hesitant hand on Al's shoulder he sensed his father's bewilderment at finding out the truth.

<I can't believe it! I've got a son =and= a daughter?>

Marcus also felt relieved now that they both knew the truth. Al had gained a daughter; he had found out he had a half sister he never knew existed.

A few hours later Madeline woke for a second time. The meds no longer clouded her mind or made her feel dizzy and she vaguely remembered Ivanova's visit. She was extremely thirsty and wondered how to get some water. Trying to sit upright she had to give in as pain moved through her chest and left leg. Madeline lay down again and realized she needed help.

Inside Stephen's office and alarm was set off by her movement. Quickly, he made his way over to her to make sure she wasn't in any pain. Her injuries were severe and she would be bedridden for at least one week, provided there were no complications.

"Hello Madeline," he said in a friendly tone as he stepped inside her room.

"I assume you're my doctor?" Madeline replied softly; she had never seen the man before.

"Yes, I am Stephen Franklin"

"Can I get something to drink? I'm awfully thirsty," she whispered. Uttering those few words had already drained her.

"I'll get you some water." Stephen filled a glass a handed it to her.

Madeline's hand trembled as she accepted the drink.

"Are you in pain?" Stephen asked concerned, running a scanner over her body.

"Yes," she admitted shyly.

"I'll give you some pain medication."

"How badly injured am I? When can I leave here?" Madeline's fingers wandered over the bandages and realized she had been stabbed twice.

"You'll have to rest for at least one week," Stephen informed her, "The stab wound to your chest is pretty serious and did some extensive damage. Don't even think of getting out of that bed! Do you want me to contact someone? Bester maybe?"

"I told you who I am, didn't I?" she realized with a start.

"Yeah, you did." Stephen smiled weakly. "It doesn't make a difference to me whether you're a telepath or not. You're my patient, period."

"I'll give you the codes so you can get through to him," Madeline said and hoped the doctor meant what he had said; perhaps he wouldn't betray her trust.

Marcus looked up as the Minbari told him that they were receiving an encoded transmission. Quickly checking the sender -Black Omega Squadron-, he realized this message was addressed to Al.

"What's wrong?" Al said, seeing Marcus raising an eyebrow.

"Someone's trying to reach you." The ranger stepped aside and walked over to Garibaldi who had sat down; his expression dark and gloomy. "You're brooding, Mr. Garibaldi," Marcus said teasingly, but regretting doing so when the Chief shot him a depressed look.

"You don't want to know, Marcus," he said and stared at the floor. He couldn't tell his friend that he was falling in love with his half sister. **How could I have let it happen? She's a telepath and yet... I wasn't nearly as concerned about Lise as I am about Madeline!**

But Marcus accidentally read those surface thoughts and had to sit down as well. Al would be furious! **I like that!** he thought amused. It would be fun to see Al and Garibaldi go at each other's throats the entire time.

Uncertain of how to proceed he glanced at Al who was reading his messages. His father wouldn't hear him, absorbed as he was in reading. "It's Madeline," Marcus stated firmly.

Michael gave him an angry look. "Telepaths!" he muttered, but there was no sharp edge to that comment. "But you're right."

"You can talk to me; you must know that," Marcus offered and smiled reassuringly.

"I'm starting to =like= her," Michael said reluctantly, looking over at Bester and noticed the sudden paleness to the man's face. "Looks like he received bad news."

Marcus nodded his head; feeling the sadness inside Al's mind. "Something bad has happened."

Al stared in shock at the screen and told himself to regulate his breathing.

"Al? Are you alright?" Marcus asked and was about to get to his feet when his father gestured him to stay seated.

At the moment Al didn't care that Garibaldi was present as well. "Madeline was stabbed in Down Below and is now in med lab. It was Doctor Franklin who sent that message. She's conscious again, but badly injured."

"Will she survive?" Michael asked and ignored the irritated look Bester threw his way. He couldn't help it; he was worried!

"Yes, but she'll have to stay in med lab for at least one week. Looks like I'm going to Babylon 5 anyway." Al shook his head, blaming himself for the attack. He should never have sent Madeline in the first place!

"Stephen's an excellent doctor; she's in the best hands," Marcus assured his father and sensed the suffocating feeling in Michael's mind. "She'll be just fine, Michael," he said, addressing the Chief. He needed to talk to Al about this development. But the fact that he had almost lost his half sister before he'd the chance to ever meet her, saddened him immensely.

**And what if Susan finds out about her being there?** he wondered distressed, hoping he wouldn't have to fight another war the moment he got back to the station

END OF THE LINE

PART 44

Finally, Madeline could sit up without the help of a doctor or a nurse. Having slept for more than 24 hours in a row she felt rested, but strangely drowsy at the same time. Her face contorted briefly as she tried shifting her position. The pain emanated from her chest where her assailant had stabbed her the first time. She had been worried about possible scaring, but Stephen had reassured her that the skin would be smooth again in the end; she had to be patient and to give it time to heal.

Curious, she studied the small room she was in. If she hadn’t felt this weak she would have tried exploring med lab a little. Clasping her hands, she realized that she wasn’t wearing gloves, that and the med gown made her uncomfortable. She wished she had real clothes to put on.

Doctor Franklin had unhooked her from the IV’s and monitors, as she was no longer critical. That allowed her to move a little more freely. Still a bit dazed from her long sleep she wondered if the doctor had sent that message as promised. It wasn’t that she expected Bester to be worried, but he might be wondering why she was late for their rendezvous. It saddened her to have her father this close without him accepting her as his own. But she had made her choice a long time ago and she wasn’t going to give up on him now.

Footfalls coming from the corridor attracted her attention and a moment later Doctor Franklin appeared in the doorway.

“Can I come inside?” he asked and was pleased to see that she was sitting up. She had responded well to his treatment plan and provided she rested enough she would make a full recovery. The wounds had been sealed and had started to heal nicely.

“Of course, doctor,” Madeline said, surprised to see a smile unfold on his face. Normals usually were uncomfortable with her presence. “Can I get some gloves? I don’t want to touch anyone accidentally,” she asked in a soft tone.

“You’ll get them when you leave. There’s no need for them now…” Stephen sat down on a chair and remembered how scared Marcus had been to touch his mind unintended.

“I sent that message to Bester. He’s onboard of the White Star and should be here in one or two days. Bester told me to make sure you rest,” he explained to her and caught her questioning look.

Madeline sighed, relieved that her father had made it out alive. She had been concerned when she had learned that he planned on participating in the attack on Clark. But for him to openly admit that he wanted her to rest was odd. That remark revealed concern for her well being…

“Bester never mentioned having a grown up daughter,” he said and waited for her reply. Something was troubling her.

“That’s because he doesn’t recognize me as his daughter. It’s a long story, doctor and at the moment I don’t feel up to explaining it to you.” Madeline wished there were a way to get away from this nosey doctor.

Stephen’s smile vanished hearing her admission; so Bester didn’t want to be her father? “I shouldn’t have asked. It’s none of my business anyway,” he said apologetically.

“You didn’t offend me, doctor. I accepted this situation years ago,” she reassured him, “How much longer do I have to stay here?”

“Six more days at least. I want to make sure there are no complications; your injuries are quite severe.”

“That long?” she objected.

“Yes.” Stephen rose to his feet, not wanting to tire her unnecessarily. “You've also got a visitor who wants to have a word with you.”

“A visitor?” she repeated amazed. Who would want to visit a telepath? Garibaldi was off station and Bester needed two more days to get here.

Susan, who had been waiting in the corridor, stepped inside now and noticed Madeline’s expression. She was out of uniform as she was off duty and had decided to talk to the young woman. Madeline was Marcus’ half sister and the fact that she had met her before Marcus did, made her curious. What kind of person would Madeline be? **For a Psi Cop she seems surprisingly human.** So far Susan was inclined to give her the benefit of the doubt, but the fact that Bester was her father worried her.

“Commander? I didn’t expect your visit,” Madeline said honestly, but maybe the officer needed more information to complete her report concerning the stabbing incident.

“Can we talk for a little while?” Susan studied Madeline and realized she seemed a little better than yesterday. Although she was still awfully pale, Madeline appeared lucid.

“Yes, Commander. I’ll try answering the questions you may have left concerning the incident in Down Below.” Madeline watched Stephen step outside and leaned deeper into the pillows, which supported her back.

“Actually, I already finished my report. I just want to know if there’s anything you need? Med lab food can be dreadful…” she remarked and saw her own surprise mirrored in Madeline’s eyes. The fact that she had come here in her own time baffled them both. Susan wondered if Madeline knew about Marcus. Had Bester told her or not? She had briefly talked to Marcus who was on his way back with Garibaldi and Bester, but there had been no time to ask that particular question. Maybe it would be best to assume Bester hadn’t told his daughter.

Madeline smiled weakly, unsure why Ivanova was trying to be nice to her, while it was apparent that she didn’t like Psi Cops. “Clothes would be nice, but I don’t think the doctor will let me leave for another couple of days,” Madeline paused, “There’s something else though… If you could get me something to read… it will keep me from climbing the walls. I’m not used to having this much spare time on my hands.”

“Books shouldn’t be a problem. Marcus has a small, but excellent collection,” Susan said, curious to see if Madeline would react to that name.

“Marcus?” she asked, trying to be polite now that the Commander was making an effort of her own.

Susan hesitated, not sure how to label their relationship. “Marcus is the station ranger and … a special close friend,” she said eventually and then remembered she had wanted to discuss another topic with Madeline as well.

“They defeated Clark; Marcus, Bester and Garibaldi are on their way back. Marcus told me why Michael acted so out of character. I’m relieved that it was all pretence. I never knew Edgars’ was trying to eradicate all telepaths,” Susan said and realized with a start that Bester had saved her life too. Noting that Madeline didn’t react to Marcus’ name she had to conclude that the young woman hadn’t been told about her half brother.

Madeline’s eyes threatened to close again and Susan decided to let her get some sleep. She was relieved Madeline didn’t resemble Bester much character wise. “I’ll let you rest now. We can talk later. I’ll get you some clothes and books and will drop them off this evening.”

But Madeline no longer heard her; she had fallen asleep again.

“Al, you wanted to talk?” Marcus said and locked eyes with his father. They had retreated into the briefing room.

“How long before we arrive at Babylon 5?” Al asked in a soft tone.

“45 hours at current speed.” Marcus observed his father and saw the expression in his eyes; Al was worried for Madeline. It must have been a shock to him to discover that Madeline was his daughter after all.

“Marcus?” Al sat down and waited for the ranger to join him. “Madeline doesn’t know that she has a half brother. I never told her…”

“I know… I would have been surprised had you done that,” Marcus admitted. “And now you want to be the one to tell her? That’s fine with me.”

“You’ve been peeking at my thoughts!” Al said amused.

“It’s hard to ignore them when you’re so close.”

“I know you aren’t doing it on purpose.”

Marcus grinned; there was something else he had to tell his father and Al wouldn’t like it. “Didn’t you notice Garibaldi’s absent mindedness?”

Al shook his head; he wasn’t particularly interested in the Chief.

“Michael is falling in love with Madeline. Now, wouldn’t he make a great son in law; provided Madeline likes him as well? Madeline Garibaldi… that name has a nice ring to it…” Marcus quipped and seriously considered hiding behind the sofa seeing Al’s choked look.

“You can’t be serious!” Al exclaimed in shock. “Madeline would never…” Growing silent their eyes met. “Madeline couldn’t possibly be interested in that Neanderthal man!”

Chuckling, Marcus stated, “ I never said the feeling was mutual, Al.”

“This can’t be happening!” Al said in a stunned tone, “Not Garibaldi!”

Grinning from ear to ear Marcus wisecracked, “This is going to be a hell of a reunion all right!”

“You’re enjoying my misery, aren’t you?” Al realized and clutched his head.

“In a certain way; yes, I am,” Marcus admitted, “I don’t know that much about Garibaldi but I do know he’s a good man. I like him.”

Trepidation showed in Al’s eyes as he stared at the floor. “I've meddled too much in personal affairs already and Madeline’s smart enough to make her own choices, as hard it may be for me to accept them… I’ll have to.”

**He’s come a long way,** Marcus thought, realizing the ‘old’ Bester would have gone berserk over this revelation.

Michael bugged one of the crewmembers till the Minbari realized that the human wanted him to step away from the com panel. Having watched the Minbari for some time Michael was confident that he could repeat the procedures and contact Babylon 5. After opening a channel to med lab, Stephen’s face appeared on screen.

“Michael? Is that really you?”

“Yes, now listen old buddy. I need a favor. I heard Madeline’s in med lab after being stabbed.”

“Yes, she’s here,” Stephen leaned back into the comfort of his chair puzzled, seeing the worry in the Chief’s eyes. “I didn’t realize that you cared for…”

Michael cut him short, foreseeing Stephen’s remark. “I just want to know whether she’ll be alright.”

“She’ll make a full recovery,” Stephen assured him amused and wondered if Madeline knew how concerned Michael was for her. Probably not.

“Take good care of her for me, Stephen… She’s a special lady.”

“I’ll keep an eye on her. Don’t worry too much, Michael. You know she’s in capable hands. Do you want me to tell her you called in?”

“No,” Michael said quickly, “That isn’t necessary; we’ll arrive shortly anyway. Garibaldi out.” Mentally kicking himself Michael realized he had given himself away. Now two people knew he cared for her and knowing them they wouldn’t leave him alone until he had confessed those feelings to Madeline.

END OF THE LINE

PART 45

“You can leave your bed for 30 minutes.” Stephen noticed Madeline’s relieved expression. “But not one minute longer!”

“The way I’m feeling now I’m glad if I can stay on my feet for five minutes,” Madeline said jokingly, but tried concentrating on getting to her feet.

“Let me get you a robe,” Susan suggested, realizing the med gown was open at the back. Although she had dropped off some clothes as promised, Madeline still had to wear that med gown.

“Thanks,” Madeline muttered and succeeded in standing on her own. **Half an hour? I haven’t taken a single step yet and I already feel tired!** Her left thigh stung; the knife had entered there deeply.

Susan exchanged a glance with Franklin; telling him she would look after Madeline.

“How much longer until the White Star arrives?” Madeline asked and sucked in her breath as sharp pain moved through her chest. Maybe Bester could get her out of med lab. She didn’t like all the attention she was getting here. It made her feel uncomfortable.

“They were starting docking procedures when I left C&C some minutes ago,” Susan informed her. Madeline was wobbly on her feet and Ivanova extended an arm to catch the young woman should she fall.

“Be careful not to touch any bare skin,” Madeline told her and slipped into the robe Susan offered her now.

Susan sensed Madeline’s unease and said, “I’ll be careful.” She didn’t want Madeline to know that she was a latent yet, having no idea how the other woman would react.

“Please thank Marcus for letting me borrow ‘Dune’. I always wanted to read it, but I never had the time to do so.” Madeline took her first step towards the corridor and cringed as tremors coursed through her left leg.

Susan smiled. “Why don’t you thank him yourself? I’m sure he’d like to meet you.”

Madeline had to concentrate on placing one foot in front of the other and wondered about Ivanova’s remark. “Why would he be interested in meeting me?”

**Yes, why?** Susan wondered; she couldn’t tell Madeline about her half brother and said, “He likes to discuss books.” The answer seemed to satisfy Madeline who didn’t react.

Slowly, Madeline made her way to the end of the corridor and she turned about to head back to her room, determined not to try this again for a few more days. She had overestimated her strength. Stephen had been opposed to this undertaking, but had given in after she had continued nagging him for some hours. ** I guess he knew only trying would make me admit to being wrong.**

Susan didn’t like the sweat, which had appeared on Madeline’s furrowed brow and led her back to her room. “You should wait a little longer before trying walking again,” she berated the other woman softly.

“You’re right. I figured that out myself just now!” Madeline quipped fatigued and was relieved to sit down on her bed again. Lying down she fought the pain spasms racking her chest.

Noise coming from the corridor attracted Susan’s attention and made her look up. Sensing Marcus’ thoughts she reached out to touch his mind. She relished the eagerness with which he responded to her probing.

Madeline was too busy calming down her breathing to notice what was going on.

Marcus placed a hand on Garibaldi’s shoulder to stop him from entering Madeline’s room. Al had to talk to her first. The Chief shot him an irritated look and the ranger said, “Let Al go inside first.”

Surprised, Michael looked into the ranger’s eyes. “Why?”

“Just trust me this once,” Marcus replied softly and nodded towards Al who immediately stepped into his daughter’s room.

“This once?” Michael questioned; he wanted to see for himself that Madeline was okay.

“Yes.”

<Thanks,> Al cast into his son’s mind. This would be difficult at best and the last thing he needed was Garibaldi being present while telling Madeline the truth.

Michael reluctantly moved away from the doorway. Impatiently, he began pacing the corridor.

Al was surprised to find Ivanova present as well and was briefly taken aback. So far he had successfully avoided a head on confrontation with her. “Commander?”

Hearing that voice Susan told herself to remain calm and in control; after all, he was Marcus’ father and they would have to find a way to work things out… for Marcus’ sake.

Madeline looked up too and tried sitting upright again, but failed. Her body needed more time to recuperate.

“Mr. Bester,” Susan replied in a firm tone.

“Commander, I would like to talk to Madeline in private,” Al said, trying to act politely. He wanted her out of the room. “But before you leave… I need to apologize to you for a certain remark I made a long time ago. I deserved that slap.”

Susan’s eyes revealed her surprise at hearing his words. An apology was the last thing she expected. “I accept your apology,” she said softly, thinking of Marcus and the fact that Bester was his father. Somehow they would have to find a way to make things work. This was a beginning. Susan smiled weakly at Madeline and left resolutely.

“Madeline,” Al started and studied her. Her blood-drained face and the small pieces of visible bandages reminded him of the fact that she could have died. Pulling up a chair he sat down and removed his gloves. Al took her bare hands into his and opened his mind to her.

Madeline’s eyes grew big when he clasped his fingers around hers. Staring at his knotted hand she wondered why he was acting this peculiarly. Touching his skin, she was overcome with thoughts of remorse, apprehension and joy that she was alive. This action made her speechless. At last she found the courage to speak up. “You didn’t have to come here personally, sir.”

“No, Madeline. I had to come here; I need to tell you something very personal.”

His words were mere whispers and Madeline wondered why he was feeling this insecure. Was he gathering courage to tell her something? Looking at their joined hands she realized that she had never before felt this close to him.

“I had a DNA- test done, Madeline. I wanted to know for sure whether you’re my daughter or not… " Al paused; seeing her stricken expression he quickly continued, “Alisha told you the truth. I am your father.”

Lost for words she stared at him. Had he waited this long to have that test done? She’d always assumed he had ordered that test done after her birth and that the outcome had been negative; that she wasn’t his daughter.

Al cleared his throat as her bafflement flowed into his mind. Tightening the grip he had on her cold hands he cast, < I hope that you can forgive a stubborn old man for hanging on to his bitterness.>

<Of course I forgive you,> she replied and failed in fighting back a tear that slid down her face. <May I call you father?>

Al smiled weakly. His children were so unlike him that he wondered how he could be their father. Was it possible some good lurked inside him too? “Yes, Madeline, I would like that.” Al squeezed her hands as love and acceptance radiated from Madeline’s mind. A sudden pain pierced his thoughts and it took him a moment to realize that it was hers. “You need to rest, Madeline. Do you want me to call Doctor Franklin?”

“No, I’m fine…” Moving her fingers over his skin she knew there was something else he had to tell her. “Tell me,” she sighed, “What else is bothering you… father?” She added the last word hesitantly. But Al smiled hearing it and she knew he had truly accepted her into his life.

“Before I married Alisha I had another lover.” Al stopped as he received her bewilderment. They knew so little of each other… That had to change! “Only a few months ago I discovered that I have a son. You’ve got a half brother, Madeline.”

“A half brother?” she repeated stunned.

“His name is Marcus.”

<Marcus?> she cast, too tired to continue talking aloud. Madeline remembered Ivanova mentioning that name. <Commander Ivanova’s lover?>

<Yes.> Al noticed the sudden sparkle to her eyes and her curiosity crept into his mind.

<Is he here too? Can I meet him?>

Pleased with her reaction Al sent Marcus a message, asking the ranger to join them.

Marcus smiled hearing that request and sighed relieved.

Susan who had been standing next to him sensed the excitement moving through him. “Go to them… We can talk later.”

“Keep an eye on Michael for me, please?” Marcus whispered.

Susan watched the Chief who was still pacing the corridor. <He’s worried…>

<He has fallen in love with her,> Marcus informed her and kissed her good-bye. <I’ll let you know when the two of you can join us.>

<Hurry! It feels like Garibaldi is going to explode from impatience!> she cast jokingly.

<I’ll do the best I can, love,> Marcus promised and released her from his embrace. Bracing himself he drew some deep breaths before going inside.

Madeline stared at the doorway; still trying to understand everything Al had revealed to her. Ivanova had told her that Marcus was a ranger and she wished she knew more about him.

Marcus felt equally nervous. Seeing Madeline he realized he knew her. “You were the one who picked up Al after we got back!”

Madeline swallowed hard; if only she had known back then they were related. “I didn’t know, either,” she whispered and squeezed her father’s hands for support.

“I wasn’t sure whether to tell the both of you or to wait a little longer,” Al explained.

Extending his hand Marcus looked straight into her green eyes and realized they resembled his. “I’m Marcus Montoya,” he introduced himself.

“And I’m Madeline Bester,” she replied softly.

Al released one of her hands so she could shake Marcus’.

**He isn’t wearing any gloves!** she realized with a start. As their hands touched, their minds quickly followed and Madeline knew he was a powerful telepath; certainly P 12.

An awkward silence got a hold on them and Al knew he had to say something to break the ice. It was then when he noticed their similar eyes. “I still wonder about those eyes,” he whispered, “How did that gene slip in?” Madeline’s red hair was something else he had a hard time figuring out. **The woman I saw in my dreams as a child had red hair. The Great Machine told me that the Dexters are my real parents… if that really is the case the red hair has to be Fiona Dexter’s legacy. Too many revelations…**

“Al? Can I tell Susan and Garibaldi to join us?” Marcus caught Madeline’s sigh as he mentioned the Chief’s name. Could it be that the attraction was mutual? He grinned, this reunion wasn’t over yet!

Al quickly composed himself; he had forgotten about Garibaldi. “Lets get this over with,” he snapped, not looking forward to confronting the Chief.

Marcus heard the vicious tone and wondered what his father was up to.

“Lets join them; we waited long enough,” Susan said, receiving Marcus’ message. Garibaldi had been pacing the corridor the entire time, making her nervous as hell. She didn’t have to use telepathy to see that Michael had fallen in love with Madeline. **Bester’s daughter! This will be mayhem once Michael finds out!**

Michael acted at once and stormed into Madeline’s room. Thunderstruck, he froze seeing her and Bester holding hands.

Madeline quickly looked away. She had been aware of his interest in her, but had ignored it on purpose. They would never work out.

“What’s this?” Michael demanded to know in an angry tone, staring at their joined hands.

“A family reunion,” Marcus quipped, wondering what Al’s plans were. “You already know that Madeline is my half sister.”

“Yeah, I do, but what is =his= part in this?” Michael pointed at Bester.

Al got to his feet and some of his old arrogance showed as he answered the Chief’s challenging glare. It would only be a matter of time before someone would figure it out and made it public. “I’m their father, Mr. Garibaldi.”

“Their… father?” Garibaldi stammered upset and overwhelmed. How could he have been so stupid and blind? Had he been thinking rationally he would have seen it months ago!

Al felt tired now everything had come out in the open. These last months had been exhausting and he longed to return to his Squadron. He had no intention of forcing Madeline to come along; she had to make up her own mind and act on it.

“Can I have a word with Mr. Garibaldi privately?” Madeline who had been quiet up until that point asked. They had to talk things out now.

“Of course,” Al and Marcus said simultaneously.

“Let’s go, love.” Marcus wrapped an arm around Susan’s shoulder and together they left the room.

Al gave Garibaldi one dark look before walking over to the doorway. <Hurt her and I’ll find you,> he cast into the Chief’s mind who flinched, indignant at the intrusion.

Madeline registered the unease in his eyes and wanted to make this as short and painless as possible. “I’ll be leaving the station the moment Doctor Franklin releases me from med lab. I liked working with you, Mr. Garibaldi,” she said, distancing herself from him.

“You should have told me Bester is your father,” he reproached her.

“What does it matter to you? We worked together on a mission. That’s it! Now that we accomplished our goal we’ll go our separate ways.” Madeline briefly closed her eyes; this would be the best for both of them!

Suddenly Michael had enough of their charade and moved over to her bed. This time he was going to be honest. “It matters to me because I started to care for you, damnit!”

Madeline’s eyes flashed open; she didn’t expect to see him standing next to her bed. His admission had taken her breath away. “Did you really say… that you care for me?”

“Yes,” Michael said firmly, “What I’m trying to say is…” Hesitantly he placed his hand over hers, expecting something weird to happen at their touch… but nothing changed.

“Yes?” Madeline asked; doing her best to block his thoughts, which were visible in his mind now that he was touching her.

“Would you join me for a drink before you leave the station? Give me an honest change to tell you how I feel?” Michael watched her closely; surprised he had the courage to open up to her. What if he had chickened out? Would he have started drinking again because he would have been a coward in his own eyes?

“Michael,” she started, “Don’t make this any harder than it already is. We both know a relationship would never work out. I’m a Psi Cop… Well, not really, technically speaking I mean, now that Al has broken away and…”

Michael leaned in closer and grinned. “Stop babbling, Madeline. I guess you and Marcus are related after all. He never shuts up… I’m going to kiss you and it would be best for you to co-operate.”

“Babbling? Me?” Madeline exclaimed and pushed herself even deeper into the pillows as he claimed her lips.

Briefly, Michael wondered if he had screwed up, but when her hand slipped to the back of his neck to pull him closer he knew he’d made the right decision.

Madeline gave in to the kiss and whimpered softly. Garibaldi had taken her by surprise.

Releasing her lips he sat down on the bed. “ I guess this means you’ll give me that chance?”

“I guess it does,” Madeline whispered.

THE END OF THE LINE

PART 46

Madeline had been in med lab for 6 days now and had made great progress thanks to the care of her newfound family and friends. Susan and Marcus had visited her regularly and bit-by-bit she had learned about his past. It was unbelievable that he had never known who his father was and Madeline slowly began to understand why Al had changed after learning what had happened during their time travel.

During the third time the couple had visited, Madeline had realized that Susan was a telepath as well, but had kept quiet, knowing that Ivanova didn’t want anyone to find out. Madeline had honored that feeling and continued to act like she didn’t know the truth.

Her injuries had healed nicely and finally Stephen had given her his permission to leave med lab. All she had to do now was to get dressed and sign her release forms. While changing her clothing she thought back to the tense confrontations between Michael and her father. It was a pity the two of them didn’t get along. They had run into each other as they had visited her and both had waited for the other to leave first. Neither of them had backed down and Madeline knew it would take them a long time to accept each other’s presence.

Al had told her bits and pieces of his time travel, had even confided in her that he would be arrested very shortly for his crimes against mundanes and telepaths. His apparent calmness had upset her, not aware of the fact that Al already knew the outcome of his trial.

Garibaldi had been a regular visitor and at times she had been forced to ask Franklin to make Garibaldi return to his own rooms to get some rest. They had only exchanged that one kiss and Madeline was content to take this slowly. First they needed to get to know each other and it wouldn’t be long before she and her father would leave the station. What would happen then? Would Michael want to stay on the station or take a chance and go with her? There were too many uncertainties.

“That brown tunic looks good on you!” Michael said and stepped inside. “Need some help?”

“You could brush my hair,” she replied teasingly, certain he wouldn’t do that.

“Where’s that brush?” Michael asked and walked into the bathroom. “Are we still on for that drink tonight?”

“Yes, but we need to talk about Al. You guys are acting like little children! When will you stop trying to impress each other?” Madeline sat down and waited for him to emerge from the bathroom.

“I can’t help it,” Michael admitted.

“If you want this… relationship to work you’ll have to find a way. I know Susan dislikes him also, but at least they manage to act politely towards each other! He’s my father and will always be part of my life, Michael.”

“Madeline, there’s something I want to ask you,” Michael sat down behind her and awkwardly brushed her hair. “When are you going to leave?”

“When Al leaves… You know I can’t stay.” Madeline leaned back and rested her back against his broad chest.

“Can’t you stay a little longer?” Michael wondered how he had gotten himself into this mess.

“I’ll ask him,” she promised.

Alarmed, Marcus ran through the bowels of Babylon 5, trying to find his father. Several Earthforce officers had come onboard in search of Bester, to apprehend him and take him back to Earth to stand trial. He couldn’t allow that to happen! Maybe if he got to Al first his father could escape and hide somewhere. The Black Omega Squadron would certainly look after their commanding officer!

<Al? Where are you?> he cast, trying to speed up his search.

<In my guest quarters,> the answer came at once.

<Stay there! I’m just outside your door.>
That door opened and Al stepped outside. Seeing Marcus this upset he knew what had happened. He had been expecting them for some days now. <Calm down and come inside. There’s no need to get upset.>

“You don’t know what happened!” Marcus exclaimed and crashed onto the sofa. “You’ve got to go now! They want to arrest you!”

“I know, son and I’m not going to run.” Al’s voice was calm and composed. Smiling reassuringly he began to pack his things.

Marcus briefly feared his father had lost his senses but then realized something else. “What did the Great Machine show you? You expected them to turn up… Were you waiting for them?”

“I knew they would come… Marcus, while I’m gone, will you keep an eye on Madeline? Looks like she’s got her mind set on Garibaldi…” Al chuckled; happy that Madeline had chosen her own happiness over him. Yes, she had told him that she would accompany him back to the base and stay with him, but he wouldn’t have permitted it. He had thrown away his chances; Madeline still had her future ahead of her and should use her chance at happiness.

“I’ll convince the committee and the judge that you’ve changed, that you helped Sheridan to win that war…” Marcus promised. Walking over to his father he waited for Al to turn around and face him. <Everything will be fine in the end, won’t it? I couldn’t bear losing you now.>

<I know you’ll convince them… I =know=,> Al cast and saw understanding on his son’s face.

“The Great Machine showed you?”

“Yes, it did. I have to do this, Marcus. By running away I would forfeit this chance I’ve received. I need to stand trial. It’s the only way to start a new life.” Al sensed the security officers’ thoughts, which were now standing in the corridor. “This is no final good-bye, Marcus.”

The door opened unannounced and several guards stepped inside. “Mr. Bester, you’re under arrest,” their commanding officer said in a firm tone. “I suggest you don’t resist.”

“I don’t plan to resist,” Al quipped and smiled at his son. “I’ll see you after the trial in the judge’s office. You’ve got a lot to do… and congratulate Ivanova for me at making Captain.”

“How did you know that?” Marcus asked dumbfounded; Susan herself had only heard that particular news one hour ago.

The guards had put handcuffs on him and Al smiled. “Just take care of Madeline.”

Marcus stayed behind as his father was led into the corridor. Al had been right; if he wanted to clear him of all charges he had a lot of work ahead of him.

“NO!” Madeline exclaimed as Marcus told her about their father’s arrest. “We’ve got to do something!”

Michael had been helping her to pack her things when Marcus had rushed into med lab. Seeing the shock on her face he made her sit down. “What are we going to do?”

That moment Susan entered as well; she had heard the news from Lt. Commander Corwin who had been in charge of C&C the moment the shuttle had docked. Corwin had contacted her at once. Only minutes earlier he had told her about her promotion and he had been proud to inform her that he had received one too.

“I just learned what happened. I’m sorry, Marcus,” Susan said honestly.

“He told me not to worry,” Marcus said in a calm tone. “Al was very confident that he would get out of this in one piece."

Looking at Susan he added, “He knew you’d made Captain before I told him. The Machine must have shown him a lot more than I thought.”

Madeline fought down the urge to run out of med lab and to take a Starfury to go after her father. “Did he leave instructions?”

“Sort of,” Marcus whispered. “ I think I know what he wants us to do…”

Susan and Madeline left the station to find Sergeant De Winter and the rest of the Black Omega Squadron. Marcus had told them to look for the resistance leaders. Somehow they might be able to supply them with information about Bester’s latest operations.

Marcus immediately contacted Delenn and Sheridan. At first he’d had problems getting through to them, but in the end he was successful. He told them everything that had happened during their trip into the past and how they had assisted Sinclair in winning his war, just to convince them to talk to the court and judge and to put in a good word for his father.

Sheridan had hesitated to give in to that request, but as Marcus reminded him of Bester’s help during the attack against Clark, the new President had given in.

Garibaldi was driving Marcus crazy, concerned as he was that Madeline and Susan would run into trouble. So the ranger told the Chief to catch up to the White Star and stop bugging him. Delenn had given him permission to use a White Star to take him to Earth and Marcus hadn’t hesitated to accept that offer.

The day Bester’s trial started he sat in the first row, trying to catch his father’s glance. There was only confidence in Al’s eyes and Marcus relaxed. The prosecution had just read the crimes Bester was accused of when the judge received new, relevant information and had to call for a recess.

All kinds of confusing and contradicting news leaked out to the Press and in the end ISN appeared on all channels with a newsflash; Alfred Bester had been acquitted of all charges. Apparently the former Psi Cop had been a double agent and had helped President Sheridan to win the war against Clark. In one night the media managed to turn a war criminal into a hero!

The next morning Marcus was called into the judge’s private chambers and was baffled to find his father there, grinning broadly. “We won! I told you we would win!” the ranger exclaimed happily and proceeded to hug his father hesitantly.

“Thank you, Marcus,” Al said and fumbled the papers in his hands. The alternate future the Machine had showed him had become reality. Now he had to do one more thing, stage his final vanishing act. Marcus and Susan were about to start a family and Madeline could take care of herself; they didn’t need him.

The judge looked up from the desk. “Mr. Cole, several people are waiting for you at reception.”

“Are you coming too?” Marcus had already expected them to turn up. Susan had informed him they would reach Earth early that morning.

“Why don’t you go ahead? I’ll join you once I’m done here.” Al smiled kindly as Marcus left the office to rush and greet Susan. Sadness crept into his heart, realizing his time to leave had come.

“The shuttle you asked for is standing by,” the judge told him. Bester was a riddle to him. Why would a man want to leave a family that obviously cared a lot for him?

Al nodded once and then used another exit to climb the stairs to the roof. **Yes, I made the right decision. Without me Susan and Marcus will get along perfectly and Madeline will get a chance to build a relationship with Garibaldi, although I can’t figure out why she’s attracted to him. My Squadron will keep any eye on them to make sure they’re safe and will supply me with everything I need to know.**

“Sir? We’re ready for departure,” De Winter told him and saluted.

“Excellent… Did you relocate the base as I told you to?” He couldn’t take the risk of Madeline showing up.

“Yes, Sir and I hope you don’t mind me saying so, but it looks like the crowd has made you their new hero.”

Al laughed loudly. “We better leave now before my son finds out I sneaked out on him and the rest of the family!”

De Winter straightened out his shoulders and closed the doors after Bester had stepped inside. “What course do you want me to lay in, sir?”

“Some place I haven’t been before… What about Minbar…”

Marcus stared at the judge in shock. Madeline was standing behind him and he felt her emotional pain as if it were his own. “He just left?” he whispered and felt Susan’s fingers slip around his.

Garibaldi slung an arm around Madeline’s waist and wondered why Bester had chosen to leave on his own. He would never understand the man. All he knew was that he loved Madeline and with Bester out of the way their lives would be less complicated. But the disappointment in Marcus and Madeline’s eyes touched him. “He has his reasons for leaving. Maybe he needs some time to deal with everything that has happened. I’m sure he will turn up again one day,” he stated.

“I do hope so,” Madeline stammered saddened. “I’ll miss him.”

Marcus closed his eyes and tried to make sense of Al’s actions. “I’ve got to agree with Michael,” he said eventually, thinking of the odd look on his father’s face when he had told Al about his son, little Stephen. “He’ll be back alright.”

This chapter will be followed by an epilogue.

End of The Line Epilogue part 1 of 3

“Entil’Zha, please wait!”

Marcus slowly turned around as one of the ranger trainees called out that name. Even after all this time he still expected to see Delenn standing in front of him.

“Entil’Zha?” the young man repeated respectfully.

“Right, that’s me,” Marcus reminded himself softly. “I’ll never get used to people addressing me as Ranger One,” he whispered privately. Tuzanor had been his home for over one year now and leading the rangers had been challenging.

Delenn had proclaimed him her successor right after they had defeated Clark. She’d decided to accompany John to Earth and to stay at his side. Marcus had objected fiercely, telling her that he wasn’t suited for that position; a Minbari warrior would make a much better leader than a human telepath. But Delenn had remained firm and he had been forced to give in eventually.

Susan had been thrilled to learn about the good news, but it had made things more complicated. Now that she had been promoted to Captain she was expected to accept command and to go wherever Earthforce needed her.

It had been Delenn who had provided them with a solution. She had approached Ivanova first to test the waters. Susan had patiently listened to her suggestion and had accepted in the end. Marcus had been stunned to learn that Susan was to be Sinclair’s replacement and the new Earth Ambassador to Minbar.

The two of them decided to live on Minbar and took up residence near Tuzanor where Marcus would oversee the training of the new recruits. It had taken Susan some time to get used to the slower pace of life and Marcus had been amused to see her struggle when learning Minbari. A time of peace and love had begun.

“Entil’Zha!” the young trainee was becoming nervous now that Ranger One wasn’t responding at all and he put it down to lack of sleep on Entil’Zha’s part. It was a well-known fact that babies tended to keep their parents awake all night and considering the fact that Marcus had become a father just recently, his absent mindedness was understandable.

Marcus smiled reassuringly. “What is it, Henry?”

“Sech Tuval just arrived and would like to drink tea with you.”

“Tell him that I’ll join him shortly,” Marcus replied and stifled a yawn. Little Stephen had been crying most of the night. These last nights had been hell. Stee was teething and cried vocally as well as telepathically all night. In the end they had reached a solution. Only one of them would get up and look after the baby. The next night the other one would take care of Stee. Last night it had been Susan’s turn and it had enabled him to get some sleep, even it if hadn’t been much.

His shoulder ached. Master Durhann had scheduled Denn-bok training this morning and he had been grossly out of shape. Luckily, his students hadn’t known enough of the art of pike fighting to pick up on his mistakes, but master Durhann had. And tonight it was his turn to get up so Susan could sleep… this was going to be a long day and an even longer night!

The trainee left him and Marcus sat down on a bench in the gardens. Looking up at Valen’s statue he grinned. Sinclair’s manipulations from the past had made things a lot better in the present.

A rush of cold wind moved through him and he pulled his long, brown cloak closer to his body. Being Ranger One had given him a new perspective on life in general. The first time the rangers had pledged to live and die for the One, he’d felt very humble and had sworn to never foolishly risk their lives. He wondered whether Delenn had gone through that same emotion.

It had also made him realize why she might have chosen him as her successor. As a telepath he sensed their minds and thoughts very intimately at times and he’d begun to care for them. A strong bond had formed and the rangers were as devoted to him as he was to them.

Realizing Sech Tuval was waiting for him Marcus got up from the bench.

“Entil’Zha?”

Marcus sighed; they never left him alone! It was one of the older rangers who were currently helping him train the new ones. “Yes, Rogers?” he said patiently.

“I thought you would like to know you've received a rather unusual mail.”

Marcus wondered what Rogers was hinting at and then saw the old fashioned postcard in his hands, made from real paper. Accepting the card he nodded towards Rogers. “Thanks, you can go now.”

Sitting down again he studied the picture; it depicted Moscow in winter. Susan had taken him there after the war had ended and they had enjoyed some carefree days… and nights.

Only one person would send him such a card, Al. His father had been sending them for two years now and he knew Madeline would shortly receive a similar one. It was the only evidence they had that their father was still alive. Quickly turning the card around he smiled seeing the firm and elegant writing there.

Marcus,

I hope that you, your lovely wife and son are enjoying life. I told you it wouldn’t take long for you to become a daddy! I’m sure you’ll be a much better father than I ever was.

Al.

Marcus wiped away a tear that had escaped from his eyes. He still hoped that one day Al would change his mind and get in touch with him. Susan and he had long discussions about this subject and he knew she wouldn’t fight a reunion. When Stephen had been born Marcus had hoped it would be a reason for his father to visit them, but they’d had only received a letter in which Al had congratulated them on becoming parents.

Secretly, he had dispatched some of his finest rangers to try and track Al down, but his father was a sly fox and knew how to stay one step ahead of them at all times. Although Al had no reason to hide, he remained unfindable. Even the Corps wasn’t searching for him any longer now that Al had become a war hero. They had been forced to stop hunting him down. Marcus still wondered about that night 2 years ago when Al had been cleared of all blame. ISN had used that news to create a wave of hype and turn him into a hero.

A couple of times he had received reports from his rangers that the Black Omega Squadron had been sighted, usually near the rim but he simply couldn’t figure out what Al’s plans were.

“Marcus?” Sech Tuval said softly, seeing how lost in thought his former student was. It had made him proud to learn that Marcus had been chosen to lead them. Marcus had always displayed great potential. The old Minbari was about to retreat, not wanting to infringe on Marcus’ thoughts when he realized that it would be considered inappropriate; he’d already addressed Ranger One.

“Sech Tuval, I,” Marcus started slowly.

“Forgive me for intruding, Entil’Zha. We can drink tea later. Maybe you should rest instead. Having a newborn can be exhausting.”

Marcus smiled broadly. “I knew there was a reason why I liked you!”

Susan sighed fatigued; it had taken her one hour to lull little Stephen into sleep. Finally the child had fallen asleep in the shadow of one of the trees in their garden. Stee’s eyes had dropped shut as he had tried staring at the small birds that were hiding in the branches of the tree. The baby’s soft breathing almost lulled her into sleep too. She had been awake most of the night and was looking forward to getting a good night’s rest this evening.

A chuckle echoed in her mind and she knew Stee was having a pleasant dream. She hadn’t really been surprised to learn that his psi ability had already been active at birth. There had been indications of that as she had received some of his impressions while he had been in her womb. They had been strange sensations and she had shared them with Marcus. A strong link existed between the three of them and Stee quickly became the most important thing in her life.

Having a son had changed her and she was determined to make sure there wouldn’t be any traumatic events in his life. They would keep him safe from the Corps; as Marcus’ wife she had received honorary citizenship and the Corps no longer had any hold on them.

A small bird circled the sky and Stee opened his eyes to follow its movements. Susan knew her moment of peace had come to an end and lay down on her stomach to tickle the baby who immediately started cooing in her mind.

Thankfully she was off today. Rathenn had offered to take over some of her responsibilities and she had gladly accepted. ** I can’t believe I hesitated about taking Sinclair’s place and to start another life here on Minbar. These last two years have been heaven!**

But she’d never planned getting pregnant. She had forgotten to renew her implant and when she hadn’t gotten her period she had panicked. It had been Stephen who had calmed her down while she had been blaming Marcus for his part in this matter.

Smiling, she remembered Marcus’ guilty, yet exultant expression at hearing that she was pregnant. She had wanted to kick his butt, but after talking to him for many long nights she had decided to keep the baby. Marcus had already picked a name, certain it would be a boy. Stephen had chuckled hearing the name Marcus had chosen and had started to address the unborn child as Stee. Susan had almost spaced him.

<Stephen,> she cast and the child immediately tried focusing his eyes on her. Rolling onto her stomach she smiled at him.

<You’re a sweet boy,> she told him as he cuddled up on the blanket and started napping again. He hardly ever cried except now that his teeth were pushing through. Picking him up from his blanket she cradled him in her arms and relished the warm sunbeams. She had come to love Minbar and its tranquillity.

“We should go inside now,” she told him and kissed his fingertips. Nothing in the universe would ever keep her away from her child. She had surprised herself to learn how much she cared for him and once every so often her thoughts drifted off to Al, who had to feel the same way about Marcus and Madeline.

Why was he so desperate to keep his distance? She would never deny Marcus the right to have his father close. Wasn’t Al curious to see his grandson?

She’d had a lot of time to think about a possible confrontation and the old grudge she’d borne him had vanished with Stephen’s birth. Her hurt had started to diminish the moment he had apologized for telling her that she had her mother’s eyes.

It would certainly brighten Marcus’ day should his father come to visit them. “Daddy will be home soon… " she whispered and walked up to her aide Dawan. The young Minbari girl had been with her for one year now and was an excellent cook. “Would you prepare dinner while I put Stee to bed?”

Dawan nodded shyly and searched the kitchen for all the things she needed.

Susan walked into the baby’s room and placed him into the crib. <Try to sleep,> she cast, entertaining the vain hope he would fall asleep. Softly closing the door behind her she headed for the living area.

The com panel suddenly beeped, announcing visitors. It couldn’t be Marcus; he had the access code. Pushing a button she watched the screen come alive.

“Michael? Madeline?” she said surprised, recognizing their faces. Damn, they looked happy!

She’d had her doubts at first when Michael had told her he loved Madeline, but the two of them had worked out perfectly. “I didn’t expect you to drop by! You always do this to me,” she complained, remembering their last surprise visit. It had been the middle of the night when they had arrived and the couple had driven them crazy.

“We couldn’t stay away any longer,” Madeline quipped, “Uncle Mike wants to see little Stephen!”

“I should have known!” Susan said, berating herself and opened the doors.

Michael was the first to hug her and Susan noticed his firm muscle texture. “You’ve been working out!”

“Well, a guy has to keep in shape if he wants to keep his girlfriend happy!” he wisecracked and ignored the dark look Madeline gave him.

“If only men had more brains instead of muscles…” Madeline shot back and made him grin.

“You look beautiful, Susan. I knew you would make a great mum!” Michael smiled. A year ago he had learned about her being a latent and that revelation had left him stunned. Reluctantly, he had accepted that he was surrounded by telepaths.

Susan released him and embraced Madeline warmly. Talking about the men in their lives and exchanging secrets had made them close friends.

“Now, where’s the little guy?” Madeline asked, seeing Susan’s proud blush.

Susan gestured them to follow her. “So when are =you= going to start a family?” she asked Michael teasingly.

“Not yet!” Michael replied and caught Madeline’s smile. “We’re enjoying ourselves too much, traveling the universe and doing all the things we never had the chance for. It’s a miracle Madeline isn’t fed up with me yet!”

Madeline heard the uncertainty in his tone. Michael was still scared that she would leave him someday and although she had tried reassuring him that she loved him the way he was, Michael still had doubts.

Susan sensed the same thing and said, “Come on, Uncle Mike. Your nephew’s waiting for you.”

“I think Auntie Maddie will want to see the kid too!” he replied amused.

Sighing, Susan shook her head. These two really liked to verbally banter!

“Look, Michael,” Madeline whispered, stepping nearer to the crib. The baby opened his eyes and she sensed him reaching out.

“I take it the little one is a telepath too?” Michael asked and realized he had answered his own question as a giddy sensation slipped into his thoughts.

“I’m afraid so,” Susan said and smiled, “I asked Marcus to find someone to train him to control his ability once he’s old enough, but Minbari telepaths are so… serene and at the same time so damned impatient… I don’t think they could handle Stee!”

Michael offered the child his hand and Stee immediately grabbed one of his fingers tightly.

“He’s a charmer!” Madeline exclaimed, seeing the baby’s big eyes.

“That’s a trait he inherited from Marcus!” Susan said, “and they've got the same eyes too!”

“I noticed that,” Michael whispered and made faces at the baby who promptly began to laugh.

Noise coming from the living room told Susan that Marcus had returned. <Marcus? We’re in here, love.>

<We?> Marcus replied and mildly scanned his surroundings. A smile appeared on his face, sensing Madeline’s presence. Wherever she was, Garibaldi couldn’t be far away! For one brief moment he had hoped it was Al visiting them. Hiding his disappointed well he joined them.

Shaking hands with Garibaldi he asked, “When are you going to make an honest woman of my sister?” He knew the question irritated the hell out of the former Chief who had asked Madeline to marry him before. She had denied him each time. It was some sort of silly game they played.

“Hey! You were the one who secretly eloped! We never knew Brother Theo married you!” Michael shot back.

Susan enjoyed watching them, but realized she had to tell Dawan that they were having guests.

End of The Line Epilogue part 2 of 3

“Sir? Why don’t you simply talk to them?” Sergeant De Winter remarked softly. “I know that you miss having Madeline around. You may not say the words, but I =know= you.”

Two years ago he wouldn’t have dared to address Bester like this, but Al had mellowed quite a lot. They had spent these last two years traveling and he had always stayed at his boss’ side to keep on eye on him. After all, Al was still the leader of the Black Omega Squadron.

“Robert, I know you’re concerned, but there’s no need.” Al looked over at Marcus’ residence. “We shouldn’t have come here,” he whispered regretfully. Seeing Madeline and Garibaldi enter the house had taken him aback, never expecting to find his daughter here too. He’d only come in the hope of catching a glance of his grandson unnoticed. Marcus and Susan would never know about his presence. The last thing he wanted was to disturb their happiness.

Al’s hands slipped into his pockets. Telepaths no longer wore gloves and he had chosen to get rid of his as well, not wanting to attract unnecessary attention of the humans living on Minbar.

“You made the right decision in coming here, sir,” De Winter replied firmly, “The Squadron can do without your presence. No one has been hunting us down for a year now; we’re safe.”

“I know,” Al whispered impatiently. It was hard for him to address his feelings.

“Marcus even sent out his rangers to find you… Seems to me like he wants to talk to you, sir,” De Winter continued.

“Marcus might want to see me, but I don’t think Susan or Garibaldi would be thrilled to find me knocking at their door. No, I'd better keep my distance.”

De Winter sighed; knowing it was useless to try and convince Bester when the man’s mind was already set. “I think you’re making a mistake by walking away,” he whispered.

“Marcus?” Michael gestured his friend to join him at the window. Madeline and Susan had thrown them out of the baby’s room to talk.

“Yes?” Marcus inquired.

“Someone’s watching us!” Michael’s keen instincts had kicked in some moments ago and he felt restless ever since.

Marcus studied the trees Michael pointed out to him, but couldn’t see anything suspicious. “The house is constantly guarded by rangers,” he informed the former Chief.

“Michael!”

Madeline’s soft voice barely reached their ears.

“Don’t let her wait!” Marcus advised smugly.

Michael shrugged his shoulders before walking back to the baby’s room, leaving Marcus behind on his own.

“I think I better have a look myself,” he whispered and left the house. Once outside he telepathically scanned his surroundings and headed for those trees. Suddenly he froze, picking up a distinct and familiar signature. <Al?> he cast flabbergasted.

Al cringed, receiving that message and knew he had been found out. Not replying to Marcus’ tentative search he told De Winter to get moving.

Reaching out, Marcus realized he had been right. Al had to be very close! He started to run, mentally also closing in on his father. <Don’t go away! Please stay so we can talk, father!>

That last word paralyzed Al and he came to a sudden stop. Trying to catch his breath he didn’t notice De Winter disappear between the trees. Had Marcus really called him father? His limbs grew heavy and Al realized he couldn’t run away any longer.

Marcus caught sight of him through the leaves and quickened his pace. <Why are you running away? Don’t you want to see your grandson?> Looking at Al’s back he added, <You must know that I’ve been searching for you!>

“I know,” Al replied aloud and slowly turned around to face his son. Finally, they locked eyes and an eternal moment passed between them as they studied each other.

“Your hair has turned grey,” Marcus remarked and smiled weakly, overwhelmed to see his father stand in front of him.

“I am an old man, Marcus. Something you seem to forget quite regularly,” Al responded hesitantly. “But life has been kind to you.”

“Thanks to you.” Marcus extended his hand in greeting.

Al wavered to accept it. Now that he wasn’t wearing gloves, the skin contact would pull their minds close. Eventually their hands clasped and both men received a tiny electric shock as their thoughts crashed through the other one’s shield.

Smiling affectionately Al felt Marcus’ relief at finding him in the end. Awkwardly, he returned the embrace.

“You’re just in time for dinner, which should be served in a couple of minutes,” Marcus said, indicating that he expected his father to share that meal with his family.

“I shouldn’t do that, Marcus. I would only ruin the evening.”

“That isn’t true and you know it!” Marcus chided him, “I won’t let you walk out of my life again now that I have finally found you!” His tone was determined and he tightened the grip he had on his father’s hand.

“You aren’t going to take no for an answer, are you Marcus?” Al asked distressed. It had never been his intention to reveal his presence to his son.

“Come on, Al. You can’t tell me you aren’t curious to meet your grandchild.” Studying his father’s eyes Marcus knew he had won the argument.

“Only for a short while though. I’ll be leaving Minbar later this evening,” Al said, giving in against better judgement.

“Susan? Madeline?” Marcus stepped into the living area calling out their names.

Al accompanied him, but he kept a close eye on the door just in case he wanted to leave. He still thought this was a bad move, but Marcus was resolved to do this his own way.

Michael was the first to emerge from the corridor and raised a surprised eyebrow, seeing Bester standing next to Marcus. Noticing his friend’s sparkling eyes Michael knew how much it would mean to the ranger should he accept Bester’s presence. He couldn’t let Marcus down.

“It’s been along time, Bester,” Michael said and forced himself to smile.

Garibaldi’s reaction surprised Al who never expected acceptance. “Mr. Garibaldi,” he whispered and grew silent again as Madeline entered the room. It struck him how happy she looked and he knew it was partly because of Garibaldi that she radiated this amount of bliss.

Madeline was dumbfounded, but quickly shook off that feeling and ran towards him to wrap her arms around her father. “I missed you!” she exclaimed in hurt.

“I’m sorry,” Al stuttered, taken aback by the concern and relief, which emanated from her mind. “It seemed best to vanish. None of you needed me…”

“Nonsense!” Madeline replied upset. “I need you! I want you to be part of my life!”

Al tenderly brushed back some red locks and smiled at her. “Well, I am here now, aren’t I? My shuttle leaves tonight and…”

She interrupted him in a firm tone. “You aren’t leaving that soon! We’ve got so much to talk about! You have to stay for a few weeks at least!”
“I do love you, Madeline but you’re just as stubborn as I am.” Stunned, he realized what he had just confessed.

“I love you too, dad!” Madeline quipped light headed and grinned seeing his wavering expression.

Marcus lightly patted Michael on his back. “Thanks, Mike,” he whispered.

“No problem, Marcus. All I want is to see Madeline happy and if that means accepting Bester as part of her life I will do just that,” he mumbled softly.

Susan had heard everything and now walked into the room. She had used those moments to compose herself. Watching Al and Madeline she sensed their genuine affection. Bester wasn’t acting. Taking a deep breath she pulled Stee close to her chest. <Time to meet your grandfather,> she told the baby. She had to do this for Marcus’ sake. Somehow they would make things work.

Al registered her mind and braced himself for the confrontation. Seeing the sleeping boy in her arms he sensed Stephen’s active psi ability. **No Cadre Prime for you, little one,** he thought strangely pleased. Not knowing how to address her he waited for Susan to make the first move.

Susan noticed his apprehension and briefly looked into Marcus’ pleading eyes. “This is Stephen,” she said and walked over to her former nemesis. “Do you want to hold him?”

“No,” Al said politely, “I’m sure he feels more comfortable in his mother’s arms.”

Realizing he was doing his best not to offend her Susan decided to give him a second chance.

Al studied his grandson and felt content. Now that he had seen Stephen he had achieved his goal.

Dawan peeked around the corner to see how many guests had arrived. She would have to add more food and lay the table once more. “Dinner will be served in 30 minutes,” she said softly.

“I’ll put Stee to bed first,” Susan mumbled, relieved that this confrontation was over and done with.

Dinner was eaten in silence. Al’s sudden appearance made them think about the future and Marcus and Madeline were determined to make sure Al would be part of it.

No longer able to bear the silence, Madeline said, “Thanks for sending all those cards and letters. I take it you have been to Earth recently? The card from Moscow arrived a week ago.”

“I always wanted to go back to Earth one day,” Al replied softly, “I visited London, Moscow and Geneva where I grew up. I still want to visit Paris one day. A lot has changed though since Sheridan has become President.” Al put down his utensils and suddenly wondered where De Winter had gone.

“You’ve been to Moscow too?” Susan asked, remembering the days they had spent there after the war.

“It was mid winter. The cold was severe.” Al was hesitant to share his private life with them this soon.

Unexpected, Stee’s mind scream crashed into their thoughts and launched Marcus out of his chair with its intensity. “Great, another sleepless night coming up,” he muttered fatigued.

“There are ways to limit the baby's telepathic range,” Al informed them. “If you want me to I can show you how to accomplish that,” Al offered, certain they wouldn’t let him into the baby’s mind. Why would Susan trust him?

Marcus exchanged a pleading look with Susan and cast, <Would you mind Al and I checking on Stee? Please, love?>

Susan answered at once. <Go ahead, Marcus. I think Al needs his family more than ever before. I’ll give him a fair chance.>

Touched by her insight Marcus tenderly caressed her mind. <Thank you, love.>

Susan smiled receiving that caress. Maybe tonight they would get an entire night of undisturbed sleep.

“Why not show me now, Al? We need some sleep!” Marcus got to his feet and waited for his father to join him.

Al was about to refuse when he read permission in Susan’s eyes. “Now?” he said doubtfully; how could Susan possibly trust him?

“Yes, now!” Susan said as another mind cry made her cringe.

Pushing back his chair Al slowly rose to his feet. Marcus surprised him by wrapping an arm around his shoulder and all he could do was giving in.

Stee was crying in his crib as another tooth was trying to push its way through. Al remained standing in the doorway and watched Marcus pick up the baby. **Green eyes,** he realized, not really surprised.

“Here, why don’t you hold him?” Marcus placed Stephen into Al’s arms and then stepped back.

Al objected, but Marcus didn’t listen. Awkwardly holding the boy Al gently touched his mind.

Observing them Marcus saw the smile in his father’s eyes. Stee had stopped crying and was trying to focus his sleepy eyes on the stranger. The silence in his mind was soothing and Marcus sighed. “He likes you.”

Al grinned as tiny fingers tried grabbing his. “You do realize he’s a P 12 at least?”

“I’m afraid so,” Marcus admitted and suddenly found a solution to one of his problems. “Someone will have to teach him how to handle his abilities and I would make a bad teacher.” Marcus held his breath as he sensed Al manipulating Stee’s thoughts. “What are you doing?”
“Putting a shield around his thoughts so they can’t get through that easily. I’m limiting it to the mind screams, don’t worry. You can still receive his thoughts,” Al explained.

“It works,” Marcus realized as soft thoughts rolled into his mind, but the cries had lost most of their volume as they arrived.

“I grew up with other telepaths and learned how to deal with the discomfort.” Sitting down in a chair underneath the window he watched Stee suck his fingers. “He drools.”

“He’s a baby, Al,” Marcus quipped amused.

Stee was nibbling at his fingertips and Al allowed it, knowing it would take the child’s mind off the pain.

“Al, would you consider training Stee when he’s old enough to realize what he’s doing? You taught me how to repair my shield, remember?”

A sad smile flashed across Al’s face. “That’s a bad idea, Marcus. Susan wouldn’t like that.”

“What if she agrees?” Marcus kept pushing him on purpose.

“I don’t know,” Al admitted honestly.

“We have a spare room, Al and it’s already furnished. I always hoped you would stay with us for some time. Like Madeline, I want you to be part of my life.” He had discussed this matter with Susan some time ago in case Al would decide to visit them one day. Thankfully she understood his need and had agreed to keep the room ready.

Al looked up and resolutely shook his head. “I can’t move in here with you!”

“Why not?”

“It wouldn’t work. Susan and I would be at each other’s throats in no time.”

“Not if you make an effort to work things out. I know Susan is willing to try; she told me,” Marcus objected. “But you =will= stay for a few days?”

The pleading tone made Al nod his head in the end.

The ranger sat down and smiled at Stee who had fallen into a deep sleep.

Al spoke softly as he addressed his son, not wanting to wake the baby. “There’s something you need to know, Marcus. As my son you should know… I don’t know if I’ll ever again get such a perfect moment to do this.”

Marcus sensed his father’s hesitance and wondered what troubled him.

Looking his son in the eyes Al prepared to make his hardest confession ever. “When I was just a young man I killed a Blip.”

Marcus waited for him to continue; this part of Al’s past was no secret to him.

“His name was Stephen Walters… ever heard of him?”

“The famous resistance leader?” Marcus asked, suddenly very interested.

“Yes, he took over when the Dexters died. Have you ever heard of them?” Al didn’t know if he could see this through to the end, but he had to try; he owed Marcus the truth… and Madeline too.

“I know their names, Fiona and Matthew Dexter. People in the camps used to talk about them all the time. The Dexters were their last hope.” Why was Al bringing this up now?

“They had a baby… A boy named Stephen. They called him Stee to ensure there wouldn’t be a mix up with Walters,” Al realized his voice was trembling.

Marcus looked at his son in Al’s arms, receiving only true contentment from the boy. “I never knew they had a child… Or that they named him Stephen.”

Al took a deep breath and tried phrasing his next remark, but nervousness made it hard. “The Blip I told you about was Stephen Walters. I shot him, because he tried to convince me that my real name wasn’t Alfred Bester.”

“What?” Marcus no longer knew what to make of his father’s story.

“The Dexters apparently entrusted him with the baby when they were being attacked by the Corps. Walters failed them and the Corps got their hands on the child.”

“How do you know all this?” Marcus had watched him closely and wondered about the hurt expression in Al’s dark and watered eyes. It was obvious that he was missing something important here, but what?

“I spent part of these last two years doing some research concerning the Dexters.”

“And what happened to their child?” Marcus finally asked, realizing that he still missed some important parts of this puzzle. Stephen Dexter could have been the leader the resistance had needed after Walters’ death. A lot of telepaths would have supported Fiona’s son.

“You’re looking at him,” Al said in a shaky tone and held his breath, avoiding looking into Marcus’ eyes.

“You’re Stephen Dexter?” Marcus exclaimed flabbergasted. **This can’t be true! It means that the Corps took Stephen Dexter and turned him into Alfred Bester instead! This must hurt him immensely!**

“It was the Great Machine which made me wonder if Walters could have spoken the truth. It maintained that I was Stephen Dexter. It took me a long time to accept the truth.” Al took some deep breaths and finally locked eyes with Marcus. A gentle and honest apology appeared at the edges of his mind.

<I’m so sorry that they did this to you. They formed you… made you into someone different. It must hurt you that we called the child Stephen too. But we thought of Franklin, never of the Dexters…>

“I know, Marcus and although it hurts, I don’t mind. Maybe this little guy will get the love and support he needs. The Corps killed my parents and I helped them murder even more telepaths! I should have listened to Walters.”

“But you accepted the truth?” Marcus wished there were something he could do to comfort his father. Telling him this secret was an important step in their relationship.

“Yes, my real name’s Stephen Dexter… I accepted that.” Al flexed his no longer knotted hand. It had relaxed the moment he had allowed the truth into his heart.

“At least now I know why you gave me that odd look in the shuttle when I told you about the baby’s name.”

“Yes, I wondered why it had to be Stephen….” Al probed Stee’s mind once more; the child was still soundly asleep.

Susan hadn’t wanted to eavesdrop, had only wanted to check on Stephen, but when she had heard Al’s admission she hadn’t been able to pull away from the hurt in his voice. **Such a cruel twist of fate. They made him a Psi Cop and thus he became part of the organization his parents wanted to destroy!**

“Marcus? Al?” she said and walked into the room. Al appeared startled and Stee shifted in his arms, annoyed at the disturbance.

“Susan, love,” Marcus got up and kissed her tenderly. <Did you hear everything?>

<Yes,> Susan cast and made her decision that moment. “Marcus is right, you know,” she said, addressing Al, “We still have that spare room set aside for you. I’ll tell Dawan to make the bed so you can move in.” It was her way of letting him now that he was welcome to stay.

“Only for a couple of days!” Al reminded them, feeling uncomfortable now that Susan was acting this kindly and he wondered how much she had heard.

“I don’t think so, Al. Apart from the fact that Madeline will make sure that you don’t sneak off again I count on you being here to train Stee. Not to mention that you’re the reason why Stee is no longer screaming into our minds. You better accept that you won’t get away for some years!” Marcus slung an arm around Susan’s waist and she rested her head on his shoulder.

The baby opened his eyes again and cooed, as he turned onto his side to cuddle up to his granddad.

Al sighed and realized that he had been defeated. “You win, Marcus. I’ll stay as long as you want me to.”

End of The Line Epilogue part 3 of 3

5 years later

Paris… The last time he had been here was twenty years ago and Al watched normals walking by as he made his way through the city’s streets. He never expected to see Paris ever again, but Madeline had provided him with the perfect excuse to come here. Shaking his head he wondered why she had waited all these years to accept Michael’s marriage proposal. It was obvious they were equally matched and loved each other. During these years Garibaldi had grown used to him and Al had realized that being part of a family was the one thing he had missed his entire life. The Corps had failed in taking the place of loved ones.

Stee had become the joy of his life and training the child had kept him from brooding. The boy was extremely talented and his rating was certainly higher than P12. Perhaps one day there would be a test available to measure his psi ability.

Smiling, he remembered that evening when Susan had invited him to live with them. It had changed his life He had only planned to remain with them for a little while, but after some time his desire to stay with them had won.

**Focus, old man!** he told himself privately. **I’m here to ensure Madeline has a wonderful wedding and a splendid honeymoon and I still need to find a hotel to stay in before I can start exploring the city!**

Al knew his family had seen through his pretence of only wanting to go to Paris to engineer his daughter’s wedding. Madeline surely remembered all the times he had told her about his desire to visit Paris again.

Saying good-bye, even for this short time, had been hard. Harder than he’d expected. Stee had been crying and had loudly proclaimed he already missed his grandpa. It had almost made him change his mind, but Marcus had soothed Stee and Al had felt relieved. He needed some time to himself; maybe it was his old age getting to him, perhaps it was an attack of wanderlust. Whatever it was made him feel restless.

His eyes roamed the names of all the hotels close to him. Fatigued, he decided to check in to one of them and get some rest.

“… Not another cent from me, you hear? Five customers you chased away this week. You say I must pay to protect my business. But when I pay you ruin it anyway!”

Al looked at the woman who was standing in front of the Hotel Marceau. She was petite, maybe 35, with pale skin and curly brown hair chopped just below her ears. Her stance was defiant.

Five bulky teenagers were watching her. One of them had an ugly scar across his face. Al’s face became mask-like, never revealing any emotions at all. The thugs were trying to intimidate the woman and he felt the fear hovering under the surface of her mind, yet she didn’t show her fright. Her courage aroused his interest.

“You pay us because I say so,” one of the teenagers told her roughly.

Al wondered what to do. He could walk away from this confrontation and mind his own business or enjoy himself by bullying the bullies a bit… which was definitely a tempting option.

“What are you looking at, old man?”

Realizing he had halted to watch them Al knew they had noticed him. “I thought the zoo had already closed, but I never knew they had released the apes.” Al grinned and hoped they would pick a fight with him. His fatigue had suddenly disappeared and he remembered all the exercise drills he had gone through at Tuzanor. Marcus had taken him to the ranger training facility once and he had started to work out there. The Minbari instructors had taught him some tricks.

The teenagers stared at him and finally their leader walked up to him.

Grinning mischievously Al waited for him to deal the first blow, then he could use the man’s own strength against him.

“You’ve made a bad mistake,” the teenager hissed and grabbed him by his collar.

“I beg to differ,” Al quipped and was about to teach the lowlife a lesson when a police officer appeared unexpectedly.

“Put him down, Jem. Put him down right now!”

“There ain't nothing going on here!” the teenager stated vehemently, but released his victim.

“A pity,” Al whispered. Why did that policeman have to show up now?

“Have you got a complaint, sir?”

Al looked up, realizing the policeman was addressing him. “Only that he smells bad.”

“Louise?”

The young woman shook her head. “No complaint, Lucien.”

Jem and his partners in crime smiled smugly and used the opportunity to walk off.

“You know I can’t do anything until you press charges.” The policeman’s expression was worried when he focused on Louise.

“I know, Lucien, but if you put them away a new bunch will appear and they will be even worse.” Louise composed herself again and looked at the stranger who had so foolishly chosen to get involved.

“What are you waiting for? Money?” she asked and cast one more look at Lucien as the police officer left.

“No,” Al considered his next move. He needed a room and this hotel would do just nicely. “Actually, I need a place to stay and this is a hotel, isn’t it?”

“It’s ten credits a night, or five day if you plan to stay for more than a week.”

“Does that include meals?” Al asked, enjoying himself. For some odd reason he liked her.

“That’s one credit extra and you can’t complain about my cooking.”

“We’ve got a deal,” Al nodded his head. Yes, he was going to enjoy his stay in Paris. Tomorrow he would start arranging Madeline’s wedding and perhaps this hotel owner might be persuaded to help him.

“You’ll have to register first though,” she said and led him to the counter.

“Register,” Al mumbled beneath his breath.

“You put down your name and occupation,” Louise told him and handed him an old fashioned pen to fill in the form.

“My name,” Al whispered and suddenly felt confused. He didn’t want to see her reaction when writing down Alfred Bester. The name no longer felt right. Putting the pen onto the paper he made his decision.

“Stephen Dexter?” she read aloud, watching over his shoulder. “I’m sure I never heard that name before, yet you somehow look familiar.”

Reality was kicking him hard in the face once more and he sighed. “You might know me as Alfred Bester.” It was obvious that he couldn’t run away from his past. About to cross out his real name he halted, sensing her bafflement.

“Now I remember! I watched ISN when they set you free. I never knew what to make of that.” Louise studied him. He’d had grown old, but there was something in his eyes…and it fascinated her, that rare sparkle lurking in there. “If that name means that much to you, don’t change it.”

“It’s my real name,” Al confessed and wondered why he was telling her this. He’d only met her moments ago!

“I think I’ll want to hear your story one day, but you look tired and I’ll walk you to your room now. Dinner will be served at 1900 hours.” Louise noticed that he was only carrying some hand luggage. “How long are you going to stay?”

“I don’t know,” Al replied honestly and followed her up the stairs and almost unconsciously he added, “I’m here to make arrangements for my daughter’s wedding.”

“She wants to marry in Paris? Must be a romantic then!” Louise opened the door. **I wonder if you’re one as well,** she mused and handed him the key. “I still need to thank you, I guess.”

“What for?” Al tossed his suitcase onto the bed. The room was neat and tidy and the window offered an excellent view on the Sacre Coeur.

“For stepping in there. Jem has a history of getting violent. He’ll be back.” Louise’s shoulders dropped and she wondered how much longer she could fight Jem and his accomplices.

Walking into the room Al sat down on the bed and studied her. Maybe he would have to pay Jem a visit.

Later that evening he was relishing the chicken she had prepared; she was a good cook indeed. Louise was watching him intensely and eventually he said, “What?”

“The chicken… Do you like it?”
“I might have made the roux a shade or two lighter and would have chopped the onions more finely, but I’m not complaining,” he said teasingly and smiled seeing her displeased expression.

“You better get used to my cooking or leave,” she wisecracked and disappeared into the kitchen.

Al laughed and shook his head. **Headstrong and independent…. Actually reminds me of my daughter in law!** he thought amused. A moment later she emerged from the kitchen again and Al couldn’t help but catch her underlying need for company. They were all alone in the little bistro and he had noticed that he was the only guest staying at her hotel.

“Do you run the hotel on you own?” he wanted to know and Al smiled as she sat down opposite of him.

“Almost… Francis watches the hotel when I’m not around.” Louise stroked some curls out of her face and enjoyed having someone to talk to.

“Well,” Al started and got to his feet. “Dinner was excellent, but I need to catch some sleep now,” he paused, choosing his words carefully, “Old age, you see.”

“Age matters little at times,” Louise replied and shot him a puzzled glance. “I still have a kitchen to clean up.”

As she got up, Al felt a sadness inside her mind connected to someone she had once loved and read a name there, Collins? It made him think back to Carolyn, who was lost to him forever.

A fierce wind was beating against the windows and rain never stopped splashing onto the glass. A typical autumn storm was sweeping through the city, keeping many awake with its ghost-like sounds.

Louise couldn’t sleep that night either as she kept thinking of Alfred Bester, or Stephen Dexter as he had registered himself. Intrigued, she wondered what had really happened that night when the Court had acquitted him of all crimes. She sat upright when a soft scream pierced through the corridors of the hotel and she knew who had released it. Slipping into a robe she softly padded to his room and realized she had been right. Muffled sounds emanating from inside made her open the door; he hadn’t locked it.

He was twitching on the bed; mumbling incomprehensible words. How should she address him? Alfred? Mr. Bester? Stephen? Louise tiptoed over to him. “Wake up. You’re having a nightmare,” she said firmly.

Grabbing the PPG he no longer carried with him, Al was about to launch a mental attack when he recognized her face and told himself to get a grip on the situation. He’d had a nightmare; that was all.

“I’m sorry if I woke you,” he apologized honestly. “Haven’t had a nightmare in years.” It was true. While he had been on Minbar they had stayed away.

“That’s okay… I couldn’t sleep anyway.”

“Thinking about Jem?” Al managed to compose himself. Lately his memories concerning the 8 deathbed scans he had done were resurfacing.

Louise nodded; not wanting him to know the real reason for lying awake all night. “I’ll go back to my room now.”

“Of course,” Al replied and was stunned when he felt disappointed to see her leave.

Closing the door behind her Louise considered the man she had just left behind. He intrigued her and she hoped he would stay because she wanted to learn more about him.

“I need to get some groceries today. Would you care to join me?” Louise asked, trying to sound casual. Then she realized that he was a telepath, a P 12, and hiding things from him might be an illusion. “There’s a medieval church on Rue de Philip you might like… You told me you’re here to prepare for your daughter’s marriage, remember?”

Al had just eaten breakfast and felt energetic; the idea of going for a walk actually appealed to him and he needed to start making those arrangements anyway. “I’ll accompany you.”

“What’s your daughter’s name? In the news they never mentioned you having children,” Louise asked softly, uncertain whether she was crossing a line here.

“Her name is Madeline,” Al smiled fondly. “She just turned 30.”

Louise slipped into a jacket and gestured him to join her. “We’ll get the best food items at the market.” The fact that his daughter was about her own age made her feel uncomfortable for some reason.

Picking up her basket Al fell into step beside her. “So where’s that market place?”

“Mont Matre,” she replied and guided him through the streets, which were still empty at this early hour. “Do you have that nightmare often?” she suddenly asked. She had lain awake all night after she’d returned to her room.

“No, not really. It was the first time in… 4 years. The strange surroundings must have set it off.”

“Care to tell me about them? I’m a good listener,” she offered, but was interrupted when one of the artists who were trying to make a living by painting tourists stepped in front of them.

“ I can draw your picture for a credit, sir.”

“No, thanks,” Al mumbled, annoyed at the interruption.

“You’ve got an expressive face,” the artist continued and began sketching him.

Al sighed. “I’m not going to pay you anyway.”

That seemed to get the man’s attention. It was Louise’ reaction which surprised Al though.

“Finish it and I’ll pay you that credit,” she said; the man had managed to capture something fascinating when he had drawn Al’s eyes.

“Louise,” he admonished her softly. His lips had formed that name easily and Al realized that he felt attracted to her… that revelation made him feel stupid. **What would she want with me? I’m old enough to be her father! I have to stop dreaming about impossible things.**

The artist handed Louise the drawing and she studied it intensely. “I like it.”

Pleased, the man left to harass some newly arrived tourists.

“There was no need to buy it,” Al chided her and began walking again.

“I disagree. Look at it,” she presented the sheet of paper to him.

Al stared at his image. A wrinkled face stared back at him. He looked old, except for his eyes perhaps; they appeared young and hopeful and he realized what it was the man had caught in the sketch. It was him admiring Louise, loving her company. “You should throw it away.”

“No, you should keep it instead,” Louise said in a determined tone and refused to accept it back.

Al shook his head.

“Please… keep it,” she said softly and as he slipped it into his black jacket she knew he wouldn’t throw it away. “Now let’s head for the market and that church!”

Jem had had enough. Because of that old man he had missed his weekly income and he was going to get even with him. Sneaking through the streets he followed them to the market place. He would wait patiently and once the old man was alone he would give him a thrashing. That would teach him to stay out of his business!

But Al quickly picked up on their tail. He had been a hunter for too long and knew when he was game. “Louise, why don’t you go ahead and try to find the priest to get more information about the way they conduct marriages? I want to have a closer look at the building itself.” He liked the small church Louise had taken him to, but wanted her out of the way while he dealt with Jem once and for all.

“That would Monsignor Raphael,” she said and nodded, His request made perfect sense to her.

Al watched her disappear inside and turned around. “You can come out now, Jem. I’m alone.”

Jem’s anger grew, realizing the old man knew he had been following them. “You’re trespassing. Better go back where you came from.” Tossing open his knife he advanced on the old man.

Al grinned. “You’ll leave her alone in the future if you value your sanity.” Oh, sometimes he loved playing the arrogant Psi Cop he had once been.

Jem noticed the different expression in the man’s eyes and wavered, something felt wrong.

“Come on, boy. Give it your best shot,” Al challenged him. **I might be old, but I can still take you on.**

Jem no longer hesitated and charged forward, aiming his knife at the man’s chest.

Al easily deflected the blow. Even a ranger trainee could defeat this youngster and he had a lot more experience. Using Jem’s bodily power against him, he slipped a hand underneath Jem’s and forced him to let go of the knife.

“Now listen carefully, Jem. I am a telepath, a strong one actually, and I can crush your mind within seconds. The next time I learn about you threatening people I will use that ability to wipe that puny mind of yours. Do you understand?” Al sensed Jem’s sudden fear and grinned. It was a good thing Marcus wasn’t around. The ranger would certainly condemn this little manipulation. But he only wanted to scare off the teenager.

“You’re no teep!” Jem exclaimed in panic.

Al realized he had to convince Jem and ran a mild scan on him, just to show the young man that he wasn’t bluffing. The scan wouldn’t do any harm; well, maybe Jem would get a splitting headache because of it.

Jem flinched as the stranger’s mind tugged at his and he screamed, “I believe you! I’ll never harass her again.”

“Good boy, now go and don’t ever come back.” Al released him and watched him run. Jem wouldn’t bother Louise again.

Louise grew impatient and decided to check on Al. “Where are you?” Her voice carried along with the wind and she smiled, seeing him standing in front of the stairs. “Do you like it? Monsignor Raphael is inside… if you want to talk to him.”

“Yes, I like it and I’m sure Madeline will like it too.” Al sighed and climbed the stairs. All of a sudden he felt old and regretted not having a love of his own.

“What’s wrong?” Louise saw the trepidation in his eyes.

“Nothing,” Al replied and avoided her eyes.

Al walked her back to the hotel and sat down in the empty bistro, which she had closed one hour ago. There had only been a few customers, but Louise was still rummaging in the kitchen, cleaning up the worst mess.

He was running out of time. If only he knew whether he had a chance with her or not! **I could read her thoughts, but… what if she isn’t interested in me? And let’s face it, why would she be? I’m an old man and she’s young and beautiful.** Fear of disappointment kept him back.

Louise couldn’t concentrate. The look he had given her on those stairs had shown her the truth; he liked her a lot, but would never make the first move. **Hell, I don’t even know if he’s married!** Tossing her apron into a corner she resolutely left the kitchen to get some answers.

“Are you married?”

Her question shook him awake and he had to abandon his pondering. “What?”

“Are you married?” she repeated and remained standing in front of him. Crossing her arms in front of her chest she waited impatiently for his answer.

Al shook his head. “I signed the divorce papers 4 years ago. I’m a free man,” he whispered. Madeline had asked him to release Alisha and he had complied, realizing how stupid it had been to deny his wife that divorce.

“Good,” Louise sighed and gathered her courage again. “Are you in love with me, Al?”

The words had barely left her lips when he lowered his eyes to stare at the floor. Al couldn’t believe she had really asked that question!

“Well? I’m waiting,” Louise said, wishing he would look her in the eyes. Those dark orbs had revealed the truth to her a long time ago.

“Yes,” Al stuttered. “Yes, I love you.” Slowly, he locked eyes with her. A single tear fought its way down his cheek and he wondered where it had come from.

“ You stupid man! Why didn’t you tell me?” Louise cupped his chin in her hand and leaned in closer to brush his lips. Seeing the disbelief in his eyes she kissed him again, harder this time.

Shaking off his surprise Al began reacting to her kiss and pulled her down, wrapping his arms around her. “You can’t be attracted to an old man like me,” he whispered in between kisses.

“I told you before that age matters little and now shut up and kiss me!” Louise said and caressed his face. “I love you too, Al.”

“You do?” Al asked flabbergasted.

“Let’s go upstairs. I don’t want to waste any more time… " Louise whispered sensually into his left ear.

Sensing the arousal in her mind Al realized she wanted to make love to him and he couldn’t help but grin. “It’s been over twenty years since I…” he whispered softly, running his hand through her curls.

“It’s been a long while for me too,” she admitted and got up from his lap. Pulling him onto his feet she smiled affectionately. “I’m sure we still know what to do,” she quipped and wrapped an arm around him.

Al listened to her soft breathing and sighed contented. Making love to her had been a stunning experience and he had cheated a little by stimulating certain brain centers to make sure she would get as much pleasure out of their encounter as possible. Louise had fallen asleep in his arms and he fingered some locks of her hair, wondering why she had fallen in love with an old man like him.

**And how to tell Marcus and the rest of them?** She was way too young for him! Marcus was about her age! **I don’t want to feel guilty for loving her… She’s the best thing that happened to me in a long time! I want her!**

“What’s wrong?” Louise asked, waking up because he was moving about in bed. Lying beside him she felt safe and cherished.

“I’m thinking about my children and how they are going to react when I tell them about you.”

“If they resemble you they’ll accept this, Al,” Louise whispered and snuggled up to him.

“I never expected to ever again fall in love,” Al admitted and kissed her brow.

“Neither did I,” Louise interlaced her fingers with his and pulled them close to her chest. “Now get some sleep,” she advised him, “You must be tired too.”

Al wrapped his other arm around her shoulder and inhaled her scent. “Would you accompany me to Madeline’s wedding…?”

His hesitant question made her grin. “Of course I will! You won’t get rid of me that easily!”

A bit nervous Al contacted Madeline two days later. Monsignor Raphael had agreed to perform the wedding and he had booked rooms in a superb hotel for his daughter and future son in law. **I still can’t believe that Garibaldi’s marrying my daughter, but I have to admit he’s making her happy.**

“Dad?” Madeline exclaimed happily, seeing his face appear on the screen. She had asked Susan to help her pick a wedding gown and she had bought a vision in creamy silk. Studying his face the first thing she noticed was his blush.

“Madeline? I made all necessary arrangements. Are you still going to arrive as scheduled?” Al inquired and noticed Louise admiring a Centauri gown in the shop window. He had insisted they’d head into the city to buy some clothes. Secretly he wanted to walk along the Seine with her. Louise had been right; he was a romantic as well.

“That’s great! Yes, we’ll arrive Thursday at 2000 hours,” pausing, she wondered about the glow in his eyes. “I miss you and Stee has been unruly ever since you left.”

“He better get used to me not being around,” Al said firmly, but missed the boy likewise. “I’ll be there to pick you and Michael up from the airport.”

“That’s a deal!” Madeline’s eyes narrowed, catching sight of a smiling woman in the background who was tugging at Al’s sleeve. “Anything else you want to tell me, dad?”

“Would you mind me bringing… a lady friend along to the wedding? I would like you to meet her.” Al signaled Louise to stop harassing him, but knew his attempts would be futile; Louise was stubborn.

“A lady friend?” Michael asked, sneaking up behind his future wife.

Madeline turned around, slapped him playfully on his chest and pulled him closer. “Sure, dad, bring her along.”

“Thanks,” Al whispered, strangely delighted to see Garibaldi’s stunned expression. Closing the connection he turned to Louise who had started poking him in the ribs to gain his attention. “Would you stop doing that? You’re going to give an old man a heart attack!”

Louise grinned. “We still need to buy you an outfit for your daughter’s wedding,” she reminded him, “And no black clothes this time!”

“Then we’ll buy some dark blue ones!” he insisted and pulled her towards the dress she had been admiring. “A noble Centauri lady might have worn this years ago. You like it, don’t you?”

Louise checked the price tag and shook her head. “It’s must too expensive. I could never afford it, Al.”

“Don’t worry about money. Let me buy it for you, please?” he added after a moment’s thought.

Louise wanted to say no, but a shy yes slipped from her lips instead.

Two hours later they were strolling along the Seine. There was a full moon tonight and a star lit sky illuminated their path. Al had bought the dress and had allowed her to pick an outfit for him in return. She had honored his request to keep it simple and she had chosen a blue suit. They had reached Notre Dame by now and Al enjoyed looking at the flickering candlelight, which managed to light up the flint glass windows.

“Do you want to go inside and light a candle?” Louise asked and cuddled up to him. She loved the way he used to wrap his arms around her.

He gave her a somewhat confused look.

“I’ve never been this happy before…“ she explained softly.

“If that’s what you want,” Al replied in the same tone, “I’m not a religious man though,” he told her as she bought a candle to burn it in front of one of the statues.

“You must have witnessed a lot of things which are beyond my comprehension,” Louise muttered and stared into the flame. “Would you tell me about the war? Your part in it?”

Reluctantly Al nodded; he couldn’t refuse her anything. “Let’s go outside though. I don’t want to disturb these people,” and he looked over at several older women who were praying in front of the altar.

“Just tell me what you’re comfortable with,” Louise whispered and felt his quickened heart beat beneath her fingers. It was time to do away with the past and burn some bridges.

Madeline and Michael arrived at the airport one week later. Marcus, Susan and Stee would fly in tomorrow so the family would be together for this joyous occasion.

“I’m curious to meet this lady friend of his,” Michael whispered and wondered about his former enemy. Although he still didn’t like Al, he had accepted him as part of the family. “Probably an old lonesome hag who has no idea… “
“Shut up!” Madeline said firmly and kissed him on his lips to silence him. “We’re going to get married tomorrow and in case you've forgotten; he is going to be your =father= in law in 24 hours!”

“Don’t remind me, Maddie,” Michael groaned and grinned at her.

“There they are!” Madeline said and pointed towards the exit doors.

Michael quickly sought out Al from the crowd and whistled seeing the young woman at his side.

“No lonesome old =hag=,” Madeline quipped and pulled him along.

Al felt apprehensive about introducing Louise to them and hoped Madeline would like her. Peeking at her face he caught her smile. Garibaldi on the other hand looked dumbfounded. “Madeline, Michael, this is Louise.”

Madeline shook her hand and said, “Nice meeting you. Any friend of my father’s is mine too.”

Michael reacted once Madeline poked his ribs and nodded his head.

Al sighed relieved as Louise’s fingers curled around his and he knew he wanted to share the rest of his life with her and his family. Privately, he thanked Sinclair for opening his eyes and making this second chance work.

The end

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