PART 17.

VANASTAR

The moment Charles pulled the trigger to kill Marcus; the Psi Cop felt a sense of true contentment. One of the people responsible for murdering his son was going to die --now--.

Still trying to catch his breath, Marcus was unaware of the danger he was in. Charles would have been successful in eliminating him, had it not been for the ancient essence, which decided to warn the ranger.

< Look out! >

The mind scream made Marcus reel on his feet and acting on instinct, he flung himself to the floor. The ominous sound of another PPG impacting in the wall told him that Charles was still on his trail.

" Bugger," he whispered and rolled behind one of the rocks for cover. It had never occurred to him that Charles would be able to move at the same speed he had while running through the corridors. ** I guess I owe you my thanks,** he thought and wondered if there was a way to deliver that message to the intelligence, which had just saved his life.

< I don't want him to kill you.>

Receiving that answer made Marcus smile. Apparently he was no longer fighting Charles on his own. If the labyrinth continued to help him, he might be able to persuade it to help him take care of the old Psi Cop.** I can think about that later.** He had to get out of this corridor first. Another arrow showed him the way and this time he moved without sound, hoping to leave Charles behind. ** That was too close!** Marcus realized as he mentally replayed the moment of impact. The PPG blast had scorched part of his long cloak. Once more running through the corridors, he relied on his newly found partner to guide him.

" We're getting closer," Byron told his sister, as new data appeared on his display. " Marc and Al are moving towards us."

" Excellent," Ariel purred and shot him an inquisitive glance. " I want you to take them to the exit. I'm going after Marcus," she said in a determined tone.

" Why don't you go along with them and let me search for the ranger? You would be safer in their company," Byron objected.

" No way, Byron. I want -- you -- out of the maze." Ariel was sincere. She was worried for him, not sure how his presence would influence the future.

" Let's discuss this when we find them?" Byron suggested eventually.

Ariel nodded her head and stopped a moment to catch her breath. Sounds coming from the opposite corridor alarmed her and she pushed Byron against the wall.

" Ariel! I can take care of myself!" Byron protested.

" I'm not taking any risks!" she declared vehemently.

" It could be Marc and Al."

" I know, dummy," Ariel whispered and hid behind a stone column.

Byron held his breath and stared at the display. It had to be them!

< We're not alone any longer, > Al told his companion. He recognized the mind textures close to him and sent out a message to see if he was right. < Ariel? Is that you? >

< Yes, it's Byron and I. Is Marc with you? >

< Yes, I am, > Marc replied with a smile on his face.

The moment they made eye contact, they searched each other's expressions. Ariel smiled at Marc. She had seen images of him in Bester's mind and was curious to find out more about this remarkable man.

Marc returned that smile and instinctively knew that this had to be Ariel. Seeing Byron here as well was something he didn't expect.

Al however was most surprised to see Byron. < What are you doing here? >

Byron shrugged his shoulders and said;" Couldn't let Charles kill you."

< Seems I was right about you after all, > Al mused and caught Ariel's surprised glance <Byron came to me five years ago, --must have been right after you disappeared-- asking me to give him a job at my office. It was obvious he was trying to get away from Charles' grasp.>

" Chatting about old times can be entertaining, but am I the only one who thinks we have to find Marcus first?" Marc inquired. Although he really wanted to learn more about the woman who had saved his lover's life, his concern for Marcus was growing.

" No, you're right of course," Ariel replied and wanted to ask Byron to take the two of them to the exit when the labyrinth shook violently.

< What's happening? > Al barely managed to stay on his feet and Marc was thrown against the wall. Byron caught Ariel before she took a fall.

" My guess is that Charles is trying to enforce his will on the maze. I've been sensing a change since the moment Marcus entered it, " Ariel confided in them.

Another quake almost swept them off their feet and this time it was Marc who lost his equilibrium. Quickly grabbing his lover around the waist, Al waited till the intensity of the quake had lessened. < We need to find Marcus before the ceiling comes down on us, > Al urged them on. The ranger apparently cared enough for him to come after him; the least he could do was to make sure all of them made it out alive.

" What are we waiting for?" Ariel ducked to avoid being hit by some pieces of stone falling from the ceiling. She led them through the corridors after forcing Byron to hand over the communicator.

Confused, Al watched them move, wondering why all these people had gone through this much trouble to find him. He knew why Marc had come; the young man was driven by a pure love. The ranger had probably tagged along because he wanted to get rid of the debt he owed him. But Byron? Of course, he had wanted to be reunited with his sister!

< Stop analyzing everything, > Ariel told him privately, then chuckled. < Stee? So you finally accepted the truth? Didn't think you were capable of that.... > Ariel told herself to once more concentrate on what she had wanted to say before this revelation had hit her. < These men came after you because they wanted to prevent your death. Don't search for hidden agenda's; there are none. >

< I find this hard to believe, > Al replied, while wiping some dust from his eyes. A large number of stones were raining down on them and he held his breath as Marc stumbled and fell after being hit by a small rock which had hit the side of his head. He knelt beside Marc and examined his head; there was some blood dripping down his temple. But the look in Marc's eyes took his breath away. Trust and love pierced his soul and he knew he had found the other half of his soul; he would be damned should he ever do something to betray that trust.< Come on, Marc, > he said and hauled him to his feet. < Lean on me. >

Marc smiled weakly and wondered why the corridor was spinning. That riddle had to be solved later he realized and did his best to keep up with his lover." I'm dizzy, Stee...sorry, Al!" he whispered and felt embarrassed for making that mistake.

< I know. Just hold on to me, > Al told him, ignoring the mix up and saw the concerned look on Ariel's face. < He'll be fine, Ariel. >

" Byron, help them. According to my readings Marcus should be only a few corridors away." Ariel didn't like the way things were going. The labyrinth might have stopped working against them, but it was now collapsing all around them, almost burying them beneath scraps of stone.

Marcus was experiencing similar problems. The presence hadn't spoken to him since that one warning which had saved his life and he was getting seriously worried. The walls were crumbling all around him.

Thinking of his friends, he wondered if the intelligence had kept its word to lead him to them. To die here was bad enough but to know he had led Marc into this trap was even worse.

Dust was swirling all around him, making it even more difficult for him to search for the green arrows that were still guiding him through the maze. ** This is hopeless,** Marcus thought saddened.

< Not hopeless. Your friends are near. I won't stop you from leaving. >

Marcus shivered. Every time the presence revealed itself to him, he felt uncomfortable.

" Thank you," he murmured sincerely. Only silence answered him and he sped up, eager to meet Marc and perhaps even Al. After all, the essence had said 'friends'.

" I can walk on my own, --Stee!--," Marc whispered, emphasizing the name with a wicked grin on his face. The corridor stopped swirling around him and he felt proud to have remembered the name.

< Are you sure? >

" Yes. Would I lie to you?" Marc quipped and did his best to look absolutely innocent.

< I'm not falling for that look! > Al chuckled and released him.

" Would you two lovebirds stop flirting and get moving!?" Ariel said in an amused tone. It was good to see them together. She had doubted the sincerity of Bester's, --no Stee Dexter's-- feelings for the young man; had almost dismissed it as a mere sexual attraction. But seeing them look at each other, she knew she had been wrong. ** True love, ** she mused. ** Something I have never experienced. Probably never will,** she realized, vividly remembering the vision of her own death. Marc had caught up with her and now walked next to her, a curious grin on his face.

" You're Ariel? Byron's sister?"

" Yes, I am." Ariel wasn't sure how to react, not to mention the fact that she felt shy. She had been isolated for five years

The maze had stopped quaking and everything was calming down around them. They could proceed without having to worry about falling stones.

" I wanted to thank you for saving Al's life. I would be lost without him," Marc admitted honestly. His lover coughed, as if to draw his attention and as he looked at Al, Marc saw the embarrassment on his face. Why was it there?

" He called your name while he was on the brink of death. I never thought he would be able to love someone that deeply." Ariel sensed Al's discomfort as well and sent him a message; < You're most fortunate to have won his love. Make sure he survives this! >

< I will, > Al promised.

Thinking of his friends had made Marcus careless. Certain of the fact that the intelligence was helping him, he didn't peek around the corner before entering it. The moment he stepped into that corridor, something cold was pushed against his left temple.

" Don't move," an icy voice said which he immediately recognized.

** Bugger, Charles! How did he find me? **

" I know all the corridors. The maze still obeys me; it doesn't have a choice."

Marcus realized that the Psi Cop had read his mind and used all his knowledge to erect some barriers, like Alfred had taught him months ago.

" Bester taught you well, but it won't help you."

Still feeling that cold metal against his temple, Marcus didn't really have a choice other than to stand still and wait for an opportunity to surprise the Psi Cop. Charles wrapped one arm around his throat, forcing him to walk down the corridor. Marcus felt the older man's physical strength and was amazed. It felt like an iron claw had wrapped itself around his neck.

" We're going to take care of your friends, mundane. I'll start with killing Bester; then it'll be the clone's turn. You'll watch them die, all of them!! Only then, will I kill you."

His empathic powers told Marcus that the Psi Cop was sincere. There was a fire burning inside Charles' mind and it was being fueled by pure hatred. Marcus shivered as his mind touched those dark emotions. Charles was determined and would never let him go.

Al froze as his alarms kicked in. < Ariel? Charles? >

< Charles is close; I can feel his mind, > Ariel said, finishing his sentence.

Marc and Byron had heard the message also, but it was Marc who realized what was wrong." Charles isn't alone...Marcus is with him."

" Yes, you're right."

They swirled around hearing that savage voice. Charles appeared, emerging from a dark corridor. His arm was still curled around Marcus' throat, almost suffocating him. The PPG was pressed against the ranger's skull.

Al was just in time to pull back Marc, who had wanted to attack Charles, sensing Marcus' underlying fear. The ranger was doing his best to look composed, but Marc saw through his disguise.

" You killed my son. Now, I'm going to do the same thing to all of you," Charles announced in a pleased tone.

" You would kill your own flesh and blood?" Byron stared at his father.

" Flesh and blood?" Charles laughed harshly. " Caim was my only true son. You and your sister are pathetic. No, Caim was a real Psi Cop. He knew how to deal with his prisoners. Didn't he, Marcus?"

Unable to block the memories of that electrified box and Caim's metallic voice, Marcus trembled violently. Charles had said that on purpose!

" You leave him alone!" Ariel said in a dangerous tone. She pushed the communicator into Al's hand and walked towards her father. She knew her time had come, even if the situation differed slightly from the one in her vision.

" Ah, my lovely daughter who turned rogue; turned against her own father!"

" You never were a father to Byron or me. The only thing you were interested in was using us to your advantage," she hissed.

" I wanted to kill Bester first, but I think a change of plan is in order. I'll start with you!" Charles tightened the hold he had on the ranger and aimed his PPG at her head." Any last words, Ariel?"

Marcus attempted once more to wrestle himself free from Charles, but the more he moved, the less air he was able to suck into his lungs. His eyes grew big as Charles pulled the trigger, firing at his own daughter.

Byron acted while the other ones were trying to think of what to do. His sister's life was at stake and he was resolved not to fail her a second time. Quickly, he grabbed her waist and pushed her onto the floor, absorbing the blast meant for his sister.

Shocked, Ariel stared at his fallen form. A huge wound had formed in his chest; blood appeared all over his clothes. " NO!!" she screamed in anger and she cradled his head in her lap. Reaching out to catch his mind, she saw him spiraling down a tunnel, running towards a sparkling light and realized he was dying; too far-gone to bring him back.

An unsettling silence filled the corridor as they tried to comprehend what had happened.

" Looks like I have to improve my aim on my second shot," Charles stated without any show of emotion.

" You killed your own son, you bastard," Marc said in total disbelief.

" Yes, and now I'm going to kill my daughter as well. Should have done that the moment she went rogue!"

Al told himself to remain calm and locked eyes with Marcus. If only the ranger could provide some diversion, he would have a chance of launching a telepathic attack aimed at Charles. But he realized that Marcus was struggling for breath. Marcus couldn't help him. Ariel was staring at her dying brother and Marc was about to charge Charles, something he had to prevent. Roughly grabbing his lover's neck, he forced Marc to stay where he was.

Ariel stroked back some locks, totally lost in time. Byron's life was seeping through her fingers. < Why? Byron, why? >

< I want you to live, Ariel. I have always been afraid to live my life. Now you have to do that for me...I love you, sis...See you on the other side...I've got to go now, the light...> His thoughts ended abruptly as he died.

" No, NO!!" Ariel screamed and looked up at Charles. < You killed him! > Although her emotions were about to overwhelm her, she managed to fight them down. Reverently placing Byron's body onto the floor, she slowly rose to his feet. She was going to end Charles' life and free the ranger. Even if it meant sacrifice her life as well.

< That won't be necessary, > the ancient intelligence sighed. < Charles, you're a murderer and you deserve to die. It will be the last death sentence I will execute! > it stated resolvedly.

The PPG was torn from his hands by an invisible force and Charles had to let go of his hostage as several hands appeared, grabbing him by the throat.

Marcus fell to his knees, gasping; he needed oxygen!

Al reacted at once and pulled the ranger to his feet. Marcus allowed it and tried to walk on his own as Al dragged him towards the next room. < Marc! Get Ariel! > he told his lover who looked at him in bafflement.

" Yeah," he whispered and moved towards Ariel.

Ariel was staring at Charles in sheer disgust. The hands were strangling him. The Psi Cop would be dead within a minute. Those same hands had once tried to stop her from saving Bester. ** The labyrinth turned on its master. I don't know what Marcus did to it, but it has learned to think for itself, to make its own decisions. Sensing Marc's hand on her arm, she felt his concern. There was nothing left to do, except finding the exit." Ariel? Byron died an honorable death. He wanted you to live. Please come with me," Marc whispered, aware of the battling emotions inside her.

" I should have died, not Byron," she replied in a shaky tone.

" It wasn't your time to die," Marc pulled her closer and was relieved when she rested her head against his shoulder.

" I want to watch him die," she said in a determined tone. Charles had stopped breathing and some of the hands had already let go of him, leaving marks around his throat.

" No, you shouldn't do that." Marc tried pulling her with him.

Ariel knew he was right and gave in. She closed her eyes and no longer looked at the man who had caused so much pain in her life.

" Follow the arrows."

Marcus whispered the words, but Al heard them nonetheless. < What arrows?>

Startled to hear that mind voice, Marcus raised an arm and pointed at the green arrows appearing on the walls. " The labyrinth will guide us," he whispered.

Not questioning the ranger, Al felt relieved when Marcus began walking on his own again.

" We should wait for the others," Marcus said and glanced behind him. Marc and Ariel were running through the corridors, following them closely.

< No need to wait. > Al decided and started marching again. < Where's that damned exit? > he cursed mentally.

Ariel ran, without paying attention to anything. Marc was still holding her hand, making sure they wouldn't be separated.

" There it is," Marcus said and pointed at the door through which they had entered, --how long ago--?

< Thought we would never make it out alive, > Al admitted, ignoring the fatigue in his body.

< Good-bye, > the ancient presence said and Marcus could almost feel it smile in contentment.

" Thank you," he said again, meaning it from the bottom of his heart.

The door opened and fresh air came whirling into the maze. Sunlight illuminated the dark passageways and a sense of joy swept through the labyrinth.

Al was the first to set foot on the grass, to feel the warmth of sunbeams on his face and he quickly pulled Marcus out of the corridor. < Sit down and stay there, Marcus > Al instructed the ranger and placed his hand on his shoulder trying to gauge his emotional state.

" I'll be just fine, Al," Marcus reassured him and caught his worried expression. The ranger chuckled for some obscure reason and stared at the grass, trying hard to get a grip on his emotions.

< Marc? > Al walked back into the corridor and sighed seeing them.

< We're on our way. Don't worry! > Marc chided him and grinned.

Ariel sensed their joy at making it out alive, but she didn't share that feeling. She wanted to return; to force Byron to come back to life...This wasn't the way it was supposed to end!! Depressed, she registered them fusing over her, making her sit down next to Marcus who had a funny grin on his face.

Marc noticed that smirk as well and sat down on his heels, tenderly closing his hands around the ranger's." Marcus?" he said in a soft tone.

" I faced Ranan in there, Marc and I didn't falter!" the ranger confided in him, still trying to shake the cobwebs from his mind.

" Marcus, we need to contact the White Star...how?" Looking at his friends, Marc realized that his lover was exhausted, although Al did his best to hide that fact. Ariel was in shock and Marcus...He wasn't sure about Marcus. The emotions he was receiving were ecstatic!

" Good question, " Marcus remarked and slowly rose to his feet.

" Wow, you better sit down." Marc said, seeing the ranger's unsteady movements.

< I think the problem has already been solved. > Al pointed at the two men approaching them.

" Lennier? Doctor Franklin?" Marc said amazed.

PART 18

BABYLON 5

" Neroon? Can you hear me?" Doctor Hobbes softly inquired. The Minbari had been asleep now for more than 10 hours. Lillian knew it was the start of recovery, a process that would be hard and tiresome on Neroon. She still had to tell him about the paralysis; as a doctor she had a duty to inform him. Neroon shouldn't hear this from strangers. Remembering the time that he had kept a vigil at Marcus' sickbed, she wondered about the warrior who had changed so much and now another change was at hand. Would he be able to cope with it?

" I'm awake, doctor," Neroon mumbled. He had woken some minutes ago and had again tried moving his legs; hoping everything had only been a bad dream. Reality crashed in on him as he realized that he was unable to lift his legs.

" There's something we need to tell you," Lillian said softly and gestured Delenn to step inside. The Ambassador had insisted on being present the moment Neroon would be informed of his condition.

Neroon didn't react verbally, only opened his eyes. Hiding his anger at being crippled like this, he looked at them and noticed the struggle in their eyes. Blame lay in Delenn's eyes and Neroon knew that she wished she had accepted that escort after all. The doctor was checking the IV's he was still hooked up. He knew what they were going to tell them.

" The PPG damaged your spinal cord, Neroon," Doctor Hobbes began then looked pleadingly at Delenn.

" What the doctor is trying to say is that...." At the last moment, Delenn's voice dropped, unable to speak those final words.

" That I'm paralyzed from my waist down," Neroon finished instead. Seeing their surprised looks, he continued;" I tried moving my legs...." Closing his eyes for one instant he fought to remain in control of his shattered emotions. If only Marcus were at his side!

" I am so sorry, Neroon. This would never have happened, had I not been that head strong." Delenn wasn't sure how to handle this situation. This tragedy could have been avoided!

" We can't run from our destiny, Delenn. You know that. If this is the price I have to pay for saving your life, so be it." Neroon tried hard to sound composed, but deep down in his soul, he was rebelling against his fate.

Lost for words, Delenn bowed slightly. " Is there anything I can do to ease your suffering?"

" I would like to talk to Denbaar or Elaan...." Neroon replied hesitantly. In his hour of need and during Marcus' absence, he reached for the love his family had shown him recently.

" I will contact them myself," Delenn promised and silently left Medlab One. She yearned for Lennier's calming presence and John's supportive love.

" Are you in any pain, Neroon?" the doctor wanted to know, still amazed at him seemingly accepting this misfortune.

" No pain. My legs feel numb." Neroon slipped a hand underneath the thermo blanket and felt along the bandages.

" Your spinal cord has been severed; that's probably why you have no sensation in your legs," Lillian explained. " Perhaps Stephen knows of a way to repair the damage," she said, wanting him to remain hopeful.

" I can do without false hope," Neroon said in a steadfast tone. It was better to expect the worst and avoid believing that one day he would be able to walk again.

" Neroon," she started, but grew silent seeing his determined expression.

" When will you release me from Medlab?" Neroon wanted to know. Staying here didn't appeal to him.

" Neroon, you were shot! You can't expect me to let you go!" she objected in a concerned tone. Marcus had been an irritating patient, but Neroon was turning out to be even more annoying.

Neroon remained silent, pondering the options left to him. This paralysis made it impossible to go back on duty as a warrior or Delenn's aide. His career had come to an end!

VANASTAR

Stephen Franklin sighed in distress. They had taken a shuttle down to the planet after Byron had stopped calling in on a regular basis. Lennier had decided to accompany him; driven by worry for his friends. Another White Star passing by had supplied them with a ranger who had been able to take over command of White Star two during their absence so they could search for their friends." Judging by the state they're in things didn't go well," Stephen whispered. They were still to far away from the labyrinth for their friends to hear that statement.

Lennier's first glance had been directed at Marcus who was sitting on the grass once more, still grinning in that strange way.

Stephen however caught the spark of hysteria in Marcus' eyes and cursed beneath his breath. ** I told Delenn that I wanted Marcus to stay off duty for another 6 months and then he and Marc leave on this mission to save Alfred Bester! Madness!** he mused and shifted his glance. Marc was watching over the ranger and Al at the same time; a worried expression in his eyes. Noticing the girl seated next to Marcus, Franklin assumed it was Ariel and wondered where Byron was. An ominous feeling washed through him, remembering telling the Psi Cop to be careful.

" Doctor Franklin! Lennier," Marc exclaimed relieved. His friends needed medical attention. He didn't know the doctor that well; he had only been to Medlab once because Marcus had insisted he had to be checked out to make sure he was in good health. Marc still remembered that dumbfounded look on Franklin's face the moment they had first laid eyes on each other.

Al was leaning against a rock; finally feeling the exhaustion moving through his body. Sitting down, he closed his eyes to center himself. Briefly, he tried speaking, but found that his vocal cords still refused to function properly.

" What happened?" Stephen asked, hoping someone would answer him; they all looked shaken.

" The maze spat us out. Byron....died," Marc whispered, not wanting Ariel to hear his words.

" Byron's dead?" Stephen echoed.

" Yes, he died defending his sister." Marc hurried over to Al as Stephen decided to check on the ranger first.

" Lennier, check on the young lady?" Franklin needed a moment to deal with this sad news. ** I have to focus on the living,** he told himself and while getting organized, pushed the news of Byron's demise to the back of his mind.

The young Minbari hesitantly looked at the girl, not sure how to approach her. Ariel's eyes were shedding tears and the agony he saw in them, touched something deep inside him. ** How can I console her?** he wondered silently. He walked over to her and stood there, desperately trying to find a way to deal with this. " Can I help you?" he asked eventually.

Ariel heard that question, but ignored it. She was lost in her grief. Byron's dead stare kept haunting her and the fact that they had been forced to leave him inside the labyrinth, caused her even more pain. Even a decent burial had been denied him.

At a loss, Lennier remained standing there, waiting for her to acknowledge his presence, hoping Doctor Franklin would help him reach her.

But Franklin had lowered himself onto the grass to have a good look at Marcus who was staring into the distance. " Marcus? What's wrong?" Stephen took hold of the ranger's wrist and checked his pulse, wishing he had brought some medical equipment with him.

" I already told Al. Stephen, I'll be fine, just give me a moment," Marcus sighed, not yet ready to return to reality. All the things, which had happened to him, were now catching up with him; the confrontation with Ranan had shocked him. Although he knew it had only been the maze disguised as the Centauri, seeing Ranan had taken him back into his past. ** I need you, Neroon,** he realized and wanted to curl up in a dark corner where no one could find him, but as he looked at his friends he knew they needed him. Slowly rising to his feet, he forced himself to look into Stephen's eyes. " Tell me what I can do to help." He knew his voice trembled and hoped Franklin wouldn't pick up on it.

Stephen studied Ariel and Bester; both appeared to be in a terrible shape. " I'm going to check on Ariel first. Perhaps you can inform the White Star to prepare the medical facility?" he said and handed the ranger the communicator.

Marcus nodded and concentrated on the task at hand; glad to have to focus on something else.

Quickly moving over to the young girl, he gestured Lennier to sit on his heels as well. He needed an assistant and the young Minbari was the only one available. " Ariel? I'm Doctor Franklin," he started.

" Doctor," Ariel said and locked eyes with him," I'm unharmed, only upset. I suggest you look after Alfred instead of me. He was clinically dead for some moments....You should check on him."

" Dead? Why is everyone dying all of a sudden?" Stephen wondered and immediately regretted his choice of words as another tear slid down her pale face. " Lennier? Take her to the shuttle?"

" Of course, Doctor Franklin." Lennier felt awkward. He wasn't used to touching strangers; he realized he would have to support her. Watching Stephen move over to Marc and Bester, he shyly addressed Ariel. " May I help you?"

Ariel sighed; she felt so damn tired. ** I need to get away from them,**she thought. The last thing she wanted was to burden other people with her pain. She could cope with this on her own; no need to let someone in to help her. The last one who had tried to do so died minutes ago. " I don't need your help." she replied harshly; keeping him at a safe distance. The Minbari's relief was obvious as she struggled to her feet and shook off the hand he tried placing at her back to make sure she wasn't going to fall.

Lennier realized she had sensed his discomfort as she moved away from his extended hand. Feeling slightly ashamed for being relieved for not having to help her, he chided himself. This girl had just lost her brother. He hadn't known Byron that well, but to lose someone close always hurt, he knew that much. Walking next to her, he tried to regain his inner calmness. Something about Ariel greatly upset him.

" Ariel told me you were dead for some moments?" Franklin said, studying Bester's face. The expression in the Psi Cop's eyes was one of weariness and fatigue. ** Am I imagining things or has that arrogant, smug look of his disappeared?**

Al opened his eyes. Although Marc was close, he felt strangely embarrassed as he realized that he couldn't speak to the doctor. Using telepathy to inform Franklin of what had happened to him was something the doctor wouldn't be comfortable with so he asked Marc instead to be his voice. < Marc?>

" Yeah,..." Searching for the right words, he addressed Franklin who was checking Alfred's glazed eyes. " Al lost his voice and can't talk. He knows you don't want him in your head, so he asked me to 'translate'. I have to admit it's quite a ride to be part of his mind," Marc mused and caught Al's amused grin.

" Lost his voice? " Suddenly, he noticed that Bester wasn't wearing his gloves and his eyes were literally drawn to Alfred's knotted left hand. " I should have a look at that hand of yours as well," he stated.

Al vehemently shook his head and looked at Marc.

" Al doesn't want you to do that, doc," Marc told Stephen and shrugged his shoulders apologetically.

" We can worry about that later. Let's walk him to the shuttle first." Franklin helped Marc to get Bester to his feet.

Al never expected to feel this drained, but putting one foot in front of the other was a tiresome undertaking. Hadn't it been for their support, he would have stumbled.

< You'll feel better once you're able to lie down,> Marc told him and smiled. Looking back at the portal, he saw that the door had closed behind them. Hopefully it would never open again.

< I'm not sure about this, Marc. People on Babylon 5 rather see me leave than come aboard.> Alfred concentrated on holding on to Marc and tried to clear his mind from all fatigue, but it wasn't working. No matter how strong his mental resources had been, they were utterly drained now.

< Don't worry. We'll find a way to deal with that,> Marc felt his lover's unease and tried reaching out mentally.

Al gasped the moment Marc soothingly touched his mind, sliding a comforting thought beneath his worries. < What?> Al whispered into Marc's mind, sensing that manipulation.

< You're tired, --Stee--. Let me help you,> Marc replied and rubbed his lover's back for a moment. Al surrendered willingly, lulled into a soothing serenity by Marc.

Both of them hadn't been paying any attention to Stephen who had been watching the play on their faces quite intensely. In the end, he couldn't keep quiet. " What are you guys doing?"

Marc hesitated for one moment. " I'm a telepath too, doctor. I...didn't know till I linked with Al's mind. "

" I can't believe it," Stephen remarked, studying them. He knew they had been lovers; Garibaldi had told them about that passionate kiss the two men had exchanged before Bester had left Babylon 5. " Marcus turned out an empath and now you're a telepath?"

" Yes. Well, at least this way I can help you communicate with Al." Feeling curious all of a sudden he asked;" Doctor have you ever heard a telepathic voice in your head?"

< Marc, don't,> Al cautioned him, suddenly very much awake; realizing what his lover was about to suggest. Marc never stopped pushing people to accept his ways.

" Yes," Stephen admitted and was relieved to see the shuttle. Lennier was helping Ariel to get aboard. He noticed Lennier's hesitant movements and then remembered that Minbari didn't like to be touched or to touch people.

< Don't do this, Marc!> Al urged him, fighting to stay awake.

" Wouldn't it be better if Al could tell you in person what's wrong?" Marc smugly continued.

Stephen stared at him, hardly believing Marc had actually suggested that! To allow Bester into his mind would be madness. But there was some truth in Marc's statement as well. " Let me think it over," he said in the end, not promising anything.

Marc however was pleased. Franklin would give the suggestion some thought; that was all he had wanted to achieve.

< What do you think you're doing?> Al asked upset. His eyes were trying to close, his feet were dragging over the ground; the two men were practically carrying him to the shuttle.

Marc decided to answer that question aloud. " Al, I can 'translate' everything you say, but...." he paused and continued; < You changed and are no longer a threat to them. They have to realize that. It's a start.>

Too drained to argue with Marc, Al simply shook his head in disapproval.

" I wish the two of you would stop doing that!" Stephen said, knowing they were communicating telepathically. It bugged him he had no part in that conversation. Concentrating on getting his patient to the shuttle, Stephen grew silent; pondering Marc's suggestion.

Lennier noticed her empty stare and wished he could do something to comfort her." I am truly sorry you lost your brother," he whispered softly, not sure it was the right thing to say.

" Thank you." Ariel sat down in one of the chairs in the back. ** Why can't he leave me alone? I don't want to talk about....Byron.** Even thinking about that name hurt.

Lennier sensed her unwillingness to discuss this matter with him and after a moment's hesitation, he walked into the front where Marcus had strapped himself into the pilot's seat. Studying the ranger, Lennier wasn't sure Marcus should be the one piloting the shuttle. " You should rest, Marcus."

Marcus looked up from the control panel and smiled weakly. Lennier's concern was hard to block out. " You know I wouldn't risk your lives. I can do this. "

" Are you sure?"

" Yes, Lennier. Why don't you help the doctor?"

Hesitantly Lennier gave in and did as the ranger had suggested.

Marc entered the shuttle and helped Al get aboard as well. < Come, I'll strap you into the chair. Marcus showed me how to do this.> Pushing him into the chair, Marc noticed Al's closed eyes; he had fallen asleep. " Even better," he mumbled, " will make things a lot easier without you protesting about every move I make. Why you are this stubborn I don't know, but you'll have to work on changing that."

Stephen grinned hearing Marc's words; a sign he truly loved the Psi Cop. ** Somehow, I think Marc is the one in charge of their relationship. I wonder how Bester copes with that. Bester never struck me as the 'obedient' type,** Stephen mused and managed to hide his chuckle. Marc's earlier question however had stirred his curiosity. Allowing Bester to communicate with him telepathically would certainly simplify things. ** No way!** he thought resolved and after making sure everyone was strapped in properly, he sat down next to Marcus. " Marcus? Why are you piloting this shuttle? That's not a good idea; you're tired and I can do this as well. Lennier showed me."

" No discussion, Stephen. I want to get home and leave this place behind me as quickly as possible."

Franklin heard the tense tone to his friend's voice. ** Only 4 months have past since he returned from Centauri Prime. I wonder....Recovering from rape and that kind of mental trauma takes much longer. I hope's he isn't denying the hurt. Why didn't I offer him some counseling? I would have done so for another victim. Perhaps because of Neroon who guided him through his recovery and took that role of counselor?** he wondered and felt uneasy.

PART 19

BABYLON 5

Doctor Hobbes stopped in her tracks, dumbfounded. " What do you think you're doing, Neroon!!" she admonished him in an upset tone. Neroon had somehow managed to get out of bed and into an old-fashioned wheelchair which she recognized; Stephen had used that one after he had been stabbed in Down Below.

" Where did you get it?" she demanded to know. Relieved, she realized he hadn't torn out the IV’s; otherwise she would have had to re-attach them.

" One of the nurses helped me acquire it," Neroon said in a soft tone. His body still hurt, but after having spent the last two days in bed, he needed to get out of Medlab. He had been staring at the walls for hours and then the nurse had brought him that wheelchair. Neroon had immediately decided to leave Medlab where they continued to fuss over him.

" Neroon, you can't leave. It's imperative you rest. Your body needs time to recover."

" Recover?" Neroon questioned and looked her in the eyes. " Recover from what? I --am and will remain-- paralyzed."

Lost for words, Lillian watched him make his way out of the little room. She couldn't let him leave though and quickly walked over to a com-unit. " Security? I need to speak to Mr. Garibaldi."

" Garibaldi here. What's wrong, doctor?" Michael recognized her voice at once and didn't like hearing that particular tone.

" Neroon just left his room and I want him back in his bed. He needs rest, proper treatment!" Lillian told the Chief as calmly as she could manage.

" He always was headstrong," Garibaldi remarked. The doctor was probably right; Neroon should return to Medlab. Sighing, he decided to attend to this matter himself. Perhaps he would be able to talk some sense into the Minbari.

It had taken Neroon some time to figure out how best to manoeuvre the wheelchair. Originally, he had wanted to return to the quarters he shared with Marcus, and then realized it would be the first place where they would look for him. He opted to go to the Japanese stone garden instead. Marcus had taken him there once to show him the serene beauty of that place and he had liked it instantly. Hardly anyone knew of their fondness to sit there for hours, discussing all kind of matters.

Luckily the stone garden was deserted and Neroon began to relax when the silence seeped into his mind. Staring at his useless legs, he wondered what else the future held in store for him. As a warrior, his career had come to an end. Crippled like this, he wouldn't be able to defend Delenn...** Or Marcus. I promised to take care of you, to guard, and defend you with my own life. Now, I have become a burden.**

Tracing the small scar in the palm of his hand, he wished he hadn't insisted on exchanging the holy vows. The ranger was now bound to him and Neroon had no idea if Minbari law allowed him to free Marcus of his vow. ** He should choose another lover.**

** He loves you. Why doubt that love?** a voice in his head whispered displeased.

** I do not doubt his love,** Neroon replied privately,** but he shouldn't be bound to a cripple. I should release him from his promise.**

" Neroon! I always thought Marcus was trouble, but I never thought you could be irritating and obnoxious as well. "
Hearing Garibaldi's voice took him by surprise and Neroon realized he had been too lost in thought to hear the man approach. ** What if he had been an enemy? I would be dead now.**

" I'm taking you back to Medlab. If necessary I'll call in some guards to help me." Looking at the Minbari in the wheelchair, Michael noticed Neroon's clouded gaze and approached him slowly. " Are you going to come with me peacefully?"

" Do I have a choice?" Neroon spat, disgusted with himself. There was no way he would be able to oppose the Chief.

Michael shook his head. " I should have interfered earlier. John told me about the threat, but... I'm so sorry, Neroon, but Marcus will be back shortly and," the Chief stopped talking as Neroon interrupted him in a cold and vicious tone.

" I don't want to hear his name," he snapped and fell silent again.

" Don't shut him out, Neroon," Michael said while taking another step closer to his former enemy. " In the beginning I didn't believe the two of you would be good for each other, but you proved me wrong." Garibaldi felt uncomfortable; he had never before discussed such personal matters with the Minbari, but the angry, almost desperate expression in Neroon's eyes urged him to address it.

Neroon fought to remain composed. It felt like Garibaldi had been reading his mind and he wondered if his behaviour was that transparent. " I can't make any promises," he said eventually.

" By the way, the Captain made sure both Narns will stand trial on Babylon 5. G’Kar tried weasel his way out of it and have them deported back to Narn, but I told him no. I thought you wanted to know..."

" Thank you for informing me," Neroon replied, but in reality he couldn't care less about those Narns.

WHITE STAR

Stephen took charge the moment they entered the medical facility onboard the White Star. He had tried stopping Marcus who had been determined to go to the bridge, but the ranger had been stubborn as always and had waved away the concern.

" Good thing there are exam beds in here as well as tilted platforms." Stephen had insisted the medical facility would be equipped according to his advice. Most White star crews consisted of humans and Minbari. There was a separate compartment set aside for Minbari patients so they could rest on their traditional platforms. " Lennier? Help her lie down?" he asked and pointed the young Minbari to one of the beds.

Lennier nodded and stayed one step behind Ariel, who still refused his help. She had stumbled as they had left the shuttle, but even then she had shaken off his hands, telling him she didn't need any help. Resigned, he had given in. At some point he had gotten over his discomfort at touching her and now that he really wanted to help her, she still refused his help.

Weary, Ariel lay down on the exam bed and closed her eyes. This ordeal had exhausted her and she needed to sleep so her body could start recharging. Sensing Lennier's closeness, she turned onto her side, facing away from him. She hoped he got the message and left her alone. The one person she wanted close, was dead and would never again return to her. The only things she had left of Byron were her memories and she knew they would fade in time, they always did.

Finally understanding that she wanted to be alone, Lennier headed back to Doctor Franklin who had just succeeded in placing Bester on another exam bed. " Is there anything I can do to assist you?" he asked Franklin, waiting for orders.

" Yeah, go to the bridge and keep an eye on Marcus. I don't think he's taking care of himself. He should be here as well; getting some rest," Stephen told him.

" I agree," Lennier said and after bowing slightly, left to join Marcus on the bridge. Lennier wondered if Marcus had already chased off the ranger they had picked up to help them.

Marcus had been surprised to see that ranger upon his arrival at the bridge and had thanked the young man for helping them. The ranger quickly realized that he was being relieved and started helping out the other crewmembers. Seating himself in the center chair, Marcus stroked back some hair. He felt drained, but was resolved not to show his fatigue. Once they had returned to Babylon 5, he would rest in Neroon's arms. Thinking of his lover made him sigh deeply, eager to feel that strong and possessive embrace which made him feel wanted and cherished.

Stephen made Marc stand back as he scanned Bester. " I know you're concerned, Marc, but I need some space. Can you tell me what happened while you were down there?" he wanted to know. The readings he was receiving were confusing him; total exhaustion and some remnants of a fierce cold showed clearly. An unknown virus his scanner didn’t recognize had attacked Bester’s vocal cords. He would probably have to study it when they got back home. Here, he didn't have the right equipment to take down the infection.

" Did you consider my suggestion?" Marc asked. He knew Stephen didn't trust Al, but he had to start somewhere to make them see that Alfred had indeed changed.

" Yeah, I did," Stephen admitted and looked at Marc, who seemed to have come out of this adventure without being injured at all. Seeing the strength and determination in Marc's eyes, Stephen wondered about the young man. Marcus had told him to trust Marc, that the young man didn't mean them any harm. At first, he had been hesitant to believe that, especially after Michael had told him Marc and Bester had acted like lovers.

" And...?" Impatiently, Marc pushed on, while caressing Al's fingers at the same time.

" It's not that I don't trust you, Marc. I simply don't trust Bester." Stephen put down the scanner and used a hypo-gun to inject some medication into Bester's bloodstream; the Psi Cop needed nutrients.

Marc nodded his head. " I do understand, but... I trust him. The things which happened inside the labyrinth changed him, Stephen." Marc paused and pulled a chair closer to Al's bed. For one moment he stared at Ariel's face, reaching out with his mind; she was soundly asleep.

Franklin saw the genuine affection Marc felt for Bester reflected in his green eyes. He was about to answer when Bester stirred. " We'll see," he remarked. Running another medical diagnostic device over Bester's face, he knew the Psi Cop needed a lot of rest and proper treatment so his body could deal with the virus he had contracted while being in the maze.

Al felt dizzy as he cracked open his eyes to stare into Marc's green ones. Slightly shifting his position in the bed, he was able to take in his surroundings. It was obvious they had left Vanastar and were now aboard the White Star. Raising his right hand, he rubbed his eyes.

" How are you feeling, Al?" Marc said and shot him a warm smile.

< Not sure,> Al admitted as weariness sank into his bones. He had pushed his limits during the last days and felt like he could sleep for days at a row.

Realizing he was missing something here, Stephen made his decision at last. " Mr. Bester? "

Al was surprised to hear Franklin address him; he had been focused on Marc and hadn't registered the doctor's presence up until now. Wondering how to answer, Al simply nodded his head and flinched as his muscles ached in protest.

Still a bit hesitant to voice his suggestion, Stephen looked Bester in the eyes. " Okay, you can tell me how you feel using telepathy. Marc convinced me to give it a try."

Al glared at Marc. < Why are you this persistent to convince him?> he wanted to know.

< Why not?> Marc replied amused.

" I'm waiting," Stephen wondered if Bester was going to accept the invitation and his thoughts drifted back to his experiences with the telepaths using the Underground Railroad to get away from the Corps; from Bester.

After all, Bester was hurt and needed his help. He should use this option to aid him in establishing the right diagnosis. Bester's expression was hard to read and for one moment Franklin wondered if the Psi Cop felt shy. Why would he react like that? ** Perhaps Marc is right and he has changed?** Stephen mused remembering the young man's earlier statement.

Uncertain, Al wondered what to do. Fully opening his eyes, he watched as Franklin placed his hand on his brow to feel if he was having a fever. Al knew the scanner had already provided the doctor with this information. The gesture was meant to illustrate Franklin's willingness to communicate this way. < Are you sure, Doctor Franklin?>

Stephen needed a moment to adjust. ** So, this is how Bester's mind voice sounds? In a certain way this feels... intimate,** he realized. Removing his hand, he stuck a needle into Bester's skin to start a drip.

" You're dehydrated," he explained. " Where does it hurt?"

< Too many places, doctor.> Al suddenly realized that Marc was softly rubbing the knuckles of his left hand. It felt soothing.

" I need to get you to Babylon 5, Medlab. I suspect you'll have to stay there for some days. I have to run some tests and you need the rest. " Stephen wavered for one moment, then continued," I would like to give you some sleeping medication. That way your body can start its recovery process. "

< Do what you must, doctor,> Al replied. He was in no position to contradict Franklin.

" Good. I'm glad you're cooperating, Mr. Bester," he said while preparing the hypo-gun.

< Please call me Al, not Bester.>

Stephen looked up and saw the haunted look in the Psi Cop's eyes.

< I'll explain this to you one day,> Al said, growing tired again, but wasn't giving in yet. Marc's presence comforted him and there was no way of telling what nightmares he would encounter once asleep. He hardly noticed Franklin applying the hypo, already dozing off.

" You'll be asleep for the next few hours." Franklin disposed of the now empty hypo-gun and checked on the IV. " What are you going to do?" he asked Marc.

" Honestly? I would like to stay here, at his side, but I should talk to Marcus first. I'm not sure Lennier will be able to convince him to rest. " Marc reluctantly released his lover's hand and leaned in to brush his lips, ignoring Stephen.

Franklin turned away, not wanting to pry. Marc's strong affection for the Psi Cop did baffle him though and it appeared that Bester returned those feelings. ** I should give him a chance to prove himself,** Stephen thought as he studied Al's readings.

Pacing the bridge, Lennier was definitely losing his patience. " Marcus, you are being irresponsible. You need to rest. Your presence on the bridge is not necessary."

Resting his head against the chair, Marcus wondered what it would take for Lennier to shut up. " I told you before; I'm fine, Lennier. Stop bugging me. Go and do something useful; contact Delenn, harass Marc... I don't care!" he sneered and at that moment the ranger realized Lennier was right after all. This wasn't the way he normally reacted. “ Sorry, Lennier. I shouldn't have said that," he muttered and pushed himself even deeper into the chair. Thankfully, the crewmembers didn't understand Standard, but the Minbari were giving him inquisitive looks.

" Are you finally getting sensible?" Marc said, stepping onto the bridge. He had overheard those last sentences and by studying the ranger's emotions he knew Marcus had been ignoring his needs. " Come on, Marcus. Let's go. Lennier will make sure we get home as quickly as possible." Slipping an arm around the ranger's shoulders, Marc pulled him along. < Don't resist, Marcus. Lennier is right and you know it; you need to rest. You have been through a lot and although you faced Ranan,> he stopped; sensing Marcus' sudden confusion. It had started the moment he had mentioned Ranan's name and Marc knew that the confrontation had made a bigger impact on Marcus than the ranger wanted them to know. Now the euphoric feelings had disappeared, Marcus was once more struggling with his past. < I can't replace Neroon, but if you want to talk things out, Marcus you know I'm here for you.>

" I know," Marcus sighed and allowed Marc to lead him to the medical facility. His eyelids were dropping for some reason and it was getting harder to walk and concentrate." It’s hard, Marc. It's only been four months since Neroon 'bought' me on Centauri Prime."

Marc cringed. The ranger's choice of words told him a lot. The hurt Marcus radiated was intense. < Did you ever talk to Stephen about your feelings?>

" No, I talked to Neroon instead and now that's not here..."

< You feel lost,> Marc finished the sentence for him.

" Feel?" Marcus shook his head. " At this moment I don't want to feel anything."

< I understand.> Marc saw Stephen's contented look as they entered the medical facility.

" Make him lie down," Franklin instructed Marc, noticing Marcus' drained eyes.

Marcus lay down without complaint. Actually it felt good to be off his feet. " And I'm in good company as well," he joked, looking at Al and Ariel.

" I'm going to scan you, Marcus. Don't want to miss a thing." Stephen smiled warmly at his friend. " Try to get some sleep. I'll stay here."

" Knowing you'll watch over me makes me feel safe," Marcus stated teasingly and chuckled briefly, experiencing a last flash of energy before his eyes dropped shut.

Dreams. Al hadn't slept this peacefully for a long time. Franklin's medication had lulled him into a deep sleep. Al turned to lay on his other side and curled into a ball. A strange warmth surrounded him, wrapping itself around his thoughts. ** Must be Marc's doing,** some small part of him thought in deep contentment. This warmth was comforting, never threatening and a soft smile appeared on his face.

Stephen, who had walked over to check on the Psi Cop, wondered why Al was grinning like that and called Marc closer. " Any idea what's going on?"

Reverently, Marc twined his fingers around Al's and tentatively touched his lover's mind. " Nothing's wrong, Stephen. He feels comfortable, that's all," Marc said and stopped searching Al's mind.

Reassured, Stephen asked him to check on the other sleepers as well.

Drifting through his peaceful dreams, Al sighed. Something about this felt familiar, but he couldn't pin it down in his drugged state. A beam of light appeared and he quivered in his sleep, recognizing the voice the moment it revealed itself to him.

< I'm proud of you, Stee. To accept the truth was hard on you, but you pulled through in the end. You don't need me any longer and I'll return to your father now, who always loved you. Stee, you were our last hope to change things, but the Corps got their hands on you after we were killed. Now, you received a second chance. You can start all over again... And more importantly there's someone who loves you, the same way you love him. Take care, Stee and don't forget me.>

< Don't go!> Al exclaimed as the warmth began to recede. < Please stay,> he begged.

< One day we'll be together again, but you still got a long road ahead of you, my son. We'll be reunited again... one day... in the future.> The beam of light vanished and took the voice with it into the void.

A thought strayed into his mind from deep within his soul. < This time I didn't deny you, mother.>

PART 20.

WHITE STAR

Franklin retreated into the briefing room for a moment, to contact Babylon 5.

" Stephen?"

The Chief's voice took him by surprise; he'd expected John or Ivanova to answer him, but certainly not Garibaldi. " Michael? Something wrong?"

" Well, wrong. As matter of fact, yeah; something's wrong," Garibaldi replied, relieved to see that Franklin was all right. Since Byron had kidnapped the doctor, Michael had been concerned for his friend's well being.

" Michael, tell me," Stephen saw the fatigue in Garibaldi's eyes and hoped there weren’t more patients waiting for him upon his return. He already had to deal with three of his own.

" Delenn was attacked by some Narns. Neroon saved her life, but got injured in the process. Lillian wasn't able to repair the damage; Neroon's paralyzed from the waist down."

" How is he dealing with that?" Franklin sighed; he knew Lillian was a good physician and the chance that he might find a way to help Neroon would be small. ** How the hell am I going to tell Marcus?** he wondered and realized he would have to find a way to do so before reaching the space station. ** Marcus will be asleep for a couple of more hours; perhaps I can come up with something in that time. **

After telling Lillian to prepare Medlab for the arrival of three more patients, he headed back to the medical facility. Marcus and Bester were still asleep. Marc had ended up in bed, next to his lover. His head rested on the Psi Cop's chest, their fingers tightly intertwined; Marc had snuggled up to Al. Stephen chuckled softly, noticing Marc had wrapped both his arms around Bester.

Ariel however had opened her eyes and was staring at the ceiling. Stephen walked over to her and studied the expression on her face.

" Don't fret, doctor. I'll be fine in a couple of hours; I'm only tired." Depressed, she wished she were alone. Franklin's gaze irritated her. " Please leave me alone," she said and closed her eyes. After all those years of being locked up inside the maze, she wished she were back there, far away from all these people.

" It's only normal for you to feel disorientated and sad," Franklin started as he realized that she had been on Vanastar for 5 years, deprived of all company. " I didn't know Byron that well, but he seemed a nice guy."

" He was all I had left. Now I'm alone again; the last of my family." Ariel sighed and tried to get up from the exam bed.

" Please lie down, Ariel. I checked your readings and you need the rest. I can get very irritating when my patients refuse to take care of themselves," he warned her.

Ariel knew he was right when the room started to spin. It wasn't the physical exhaustion that weakened her; it was her sadness. Without any other comments, she lay down on the bed again.

" We'll arrive at Babylon 5 in 19 hours. I suggest you rest till we can get you and the others to Medlab." Stephen was pleased when she closed her eyes again.

" Medlab? Doctor, I'm not planning on staying there for long. In case you hadn't noticed I'm a rogue and the Corps has spies everywhere. At least on Vanastar they left me alone." Ariel had long realized that the moment she got onboard of the station one or more spies would recognize her. This kind of news traveled fast.

" Why don't you let the Captain take care of that? I'm sure he'll find a solution to your problem," Stephen remarked. " After all, Marc was granted political asylum as well."

" The Corps will never let me go, doctor. " Ariel said and took a deep breath. Sleep was tugging at her mind, but she fought it.

" We've dealt with the Corps before," Stephen assured her and watched her slip back into sleep. Turning around, he sighed. There had to be a way to keep her out of Psi Corps hands. His glance came to rest on Bester. Perhaps he could help.

BABYLON 5

" You want me to do what?" Delenn said in disbelief. She had been informed of his runaway attempt and had originally come here to chide him for leaving that way. But as she had heard his request, she had been unable to think of an appropriate answer for some time; the warrior had asked her to find a way to release Marcus of his holy vow.

" You heard my request," Neroon remarked in a steadfast tone. " Or do I have to repeat it?"

" Why are you doing this, Neroon? You must know Marcus loves you no matter what!" Delenn was losing her patience. She had seldom seen two people this greatly suited for each other, or a more profound love.

" I don't want him bound to me by that vow. He should be able to choose another lover, now that I'm no longer a suitable mate." Neroon never wavered and continued to answer her glare. He knew this request displeased her, but he was the only one entitled to judge the sincerity of his choice.

" Why not let Marcus decide that for himself?" Delenn asked and tried thinking of a way to prevent this from happening.** I should have known Neroon would react like this. He is doing this because he loves Marcus, but it is the wrong thing to do. **

" Marcus...." Neroon grew silent; the ranger would never accept this proposal. Marcus would want to stay with him as long as they lived.

" I will pretend I never received this request, Neroon. The vows are holy and can not be declared unlawful." Delenn planned on talking to Marcus the moment he arrived at Babylon 5. The ranger had a right to know about this request; had to understand the turmoil Neroon was in. ** Marcus will make him see the truth; will make him understand. **

WHITE STAR

Al was struggling to leave his dream filled sleep and had to claw his way back to awareness. The sleeping meds were wearing off and the first thing that he realized upon waking up was that something heavy was lying on his chest and something warm next to him. Even before opening his eyes he recognized Marc's tantalizing scent.

Sometime during his sleep, Marc had left the chair to cuddle up to him. Marc's arms were holding him close and his lover's head rested on his shoulder. A soothing reassurance moved through him as he probed his lover's mind. Red flashes were quickly twining around his own thoughts, signs of Marc's beginning arousal.

Marc had detected his probing and was now slowly waking up.

The red color tangling in his mind brightened and Al sensed the build up of even more sexual energy in Marc's mind and used all his discipline to ignore that invitation to intimacy of the mind and subsequently of the body. There was a time and a place for everything and this was not the right time and definitely not the right place!

Marc felt Al reach out to him and let go of his dreams. Although tired, he looked at his lover and saw the repressed flame of arousal in Al's eyes. < You seem to be feeling better, Stee, > Marc sent him, using the name on purpose.

< A bit, > Al admitted. Cradling his lover in his arms, Al's eyes searched the room. Ariel and Marcus were asleep and from the other side of the room, Stephen Franklin was grinning at them. Al's first impulse was to shove Marc from the bed, feeling embarrassed to be caught like this. But then he reconsidered; he loved Marc and told himself never to feel ashamed for that feeling.

Franklin's grin grew wicked; Bester had seen him standing there, but Marc hadn't. "Marc? I need your help," he said and saw the young man jump up from the bed, barely ending up on his feet.

Stupefied, Marc looked at the doctor. " I never realized you were here."

" I realized that the moment you almost hit the floor," Stephen chuckled and gestured him closer. But Marc remained near Al's bed so in the end it was Franklin who had to move in closer. A serious expression appeared in his eyes as he addressed Marc." I need your help," he started and cast an inquisitive glance at Marcus. Bester listened as well as he continued. " I just contacted Babylon 5. There was an accident. Neroon was injured in a fight and is now paralyzed."

" No," Marc sighed and realized why Franklin was telling them this. " You have no idea how to break the bad news to Marcus."

" Yeah, I was wondering if you knew of a way; being an empath and close to him." Stephen looked at the ranger's readings and said; " He'll wake up in one hour."

< We should be careful when telling Marcus.> Al shot Marc a glance and shared his thoughts with both men. < Marcus is mentally unstable; we all know that. He has to know he can depend on us should he and Neroon need help to cope with this. >

< I agree, I have sensed Marcus' self-doubt. He's still struggling with the after effects of his capture on Centauri Prime at Ranan's hands, > Marc replied and made sure Franklin received that message as well.

Franklin shuddered now that he had become a part of their telepathic conversation." We'll have to wait till Marcus wakes up by himself."

< That would be the best thing to do, > Al said and looked at Franklin. < Can I get something to drink? My throat feels like sand. Did you find out why I can't talk? >

" A virus is causing that problem. I need to get you to Medlab so I can research that virus. It's new as far as I can tell." Stephen handed him a glass of water.

Al sipped from the liquid and as it slid down his throat, it stung. < What about Ariel? >

" Exhaustion, but she should be fine in a couple of hours." Silent, Stephen stared at her. "I told Byron to be careful."

" He saved her life, Stephen. Had he not acted, Ariel would be dead now," Marc informed him.

" Before he went to Vanastar, he told me that no matter what choice he made, someone would end up dead. Never thought it would be Byron himself," Franklin muttered.

Ariel was doing her best to cry in silence. She had overheard the last part of their conversation. Not making any movement or sound at all, she allowed her tears to surface.

It was Al who picked up on it. < Marc? It's Ariel; she's awake, crying.> he told his lover, after he tried sitting upright. His body still refused to cooperate.

Marc concentrated on the young woman and realized Al had been right." Ariel?" he said and walked over to the bed so he could look her in the eyes. They were filled with tears.

" I miss him. After 5 years of being alone, we're reunited and then he dies on me." Ariel however, did manage to sit up and stared at Al. " I couldn't save him. He was too far gone to bring back his spirit."

Al knew what she was referring to; she had brought him back from the brink of death. < At least you had those few moments, > he said in the end, lost for words.

" You're right, but this way it hurts even more." She got up from the exam bed and walked towards the door.

" Get back in bed!" Stephen said.

" I need to be alone, doctor. If only for a moment, grant me that," she whispered, then disappeared into the corridor.

Franklin was indecisive; he couldn't leave his patients behind to go after her. He decided on a different course of action.

" I will try to find her," Lennier promised. After asking the ranger to take over the bridge, Lennier used the computer to locate Ariel. ** Why did Doctor Franklin ask me? It is obvious Ariel does not want me around,** he thought and wondered why she had ignored his offer to assist her. ** Why would she be inclined to accept it now?** he wondered.

It took him some moments to get to the corridor where she was standing in front of a large window offering her an excellent view of the space around them. He studied her; she was crying softly. ** I am intruding. I should come back later. **Lennier was about to leave when her voice called him back.

" Don't you love this view? All these planets, the darkness in which they rotate, the suns and moons. It's beautiful," she stated.

Hesitantly, Lennier went to stand next to her and followed her gaze. It had been too long since he had allowed himself to meditate about its magnificence. " Yes, it is," he replied in an even softer tone.

" You don't like me," Ariel stated and locked eyes with him, remembering his aversion to touching her. ** His mind is innocent, though he's troubled.** Forcing herself to stop studying him, she waited for his answer. She had never met a Minbari before and felt curious.

" I was hesitant to touch you. That is correct. It is not the way of the Minbari to touch strangers." Lennier wanted to look away, but her eyes compelled him not to break the connection. In her eyes he read her sadness and loneliness. Not sure why, he raised his hand to lightly touch her fingers; perhaps he wanted to show her that he had overcome that first hesitation.

Ariel didn't expect that touch and had no time to raise her barriers. The moment their fingers touched, she received a fierce impression of him talking to Marcus. She listened to the words in her mind, not sure if it was the past or the future which was being revealed to her. " I will stay at her side." Lennier's voice echoed through her mind, then the ranger said, " That's a dangerous promise to keep, Lennier."

" Ariel?" Lennier said in a worried tone. Her eyes were glazed and her mouth slightly agape.

The images vanished and now showed her a White Star; Lennier was wearing a ranger uniform and Delenn was sitting next to him. At that moment she realized what terrible love Lennier bore Delenn. **It will destroy him. **

" I should get back now. I need to lie down." Her voice trembled; she had seen his future, filled with jealousy, ending in certain death. Ariel felt sorry for him. Lennier deserved better than chasing after an illusion for the rest of his life. Delenn would never be his; she only loved John Sheridan.

" I'm sorry," she mumbled and turned her back on him, slowly walking back to the medical facility.

Lennier stayed behind, slightly shaken from the intense expression that had appeared in her eyes as he had touched her fingers. He knew she was a telepath. ** What did she see? What did she find out? **

Marcus was watching Franklin. The doctor had been standing at his bedside the moment he had woken from his drugged sleep. Stephen's request to follow him into the little office, separated from the treatment section, had surprised him. Carefully, he probed his friend's emotions and reached the conclusion that Stephen was concerned and feeling apprehensive. These feelings were directed at him.

Casting a glance behind him through the glass wall, he saw Marc and Al, exchanging looks and undoubtedly thoughts. Marcus realized that they radiated the same emotions as Franklin did. ** Something bad has happened, why else would they be this worried... for me? **

" I talked to Lillian while you were asleep, Marcus." Franklin didn't know how to tell the ranger what had happened. Lost for words, he tried the best he could. " Some Narns tried to kill Delenn, but Neroon prevented it."

Marcus' fingers clutched the armrest hearing that news. " Was she hurt?"

" No, Neroon stopped them."

Suddenly, the ranger realized that Stephen wasn't looking him in the eyes any longer. With a terrible sense of foreboding he asked;" Was Neroon... injured?"

" Yes, the PPG struck him in the back. He's in Medlab right now. Lillian is watching him closely."

" So he's alive?" Marcus heard the tremors rocking his voice and told himself to calm down.

" Yes, Neroon's alive," Stephen said. ** I'm a coward, stalling like this. Marcus deserves the truth!** he berated himself.

Marcus failed to repress a sigh of relief. Neroon was alive; that alone mattered.

" The PPG severed his spinal cord, Marcus. Neroon is paralyzed from the waist down," Franklin said crestfallen and saw the shock on the ranger's face.

" Paralyzed? Oh God, no!" he muttered and felt scared. Could Neroon deal with this? Could he deal with it? " Neroon always was the strong one, Stephen... Now, he'll find our roles reversed. This will be hard on him." Marcus suddenly looked up. " Is there a chance that the damage can be repaired? You studied alien life forms, maybe you can find a way to...."

" Marcus, you have to be realistic here." Stephen got up from his chair and sat down on the desk right in front of his friend. " Of course I'll examine him and do my best, but if the cord has been severed completely... I don't want you to cherish false hopes."

" And we'll all be there for you, should you need us." Marc's voice suddenly carried through the room, surprising the ranger.

As he looked at the young man, Marcus saw Al standing next to him, a hand resting on Marc's hipbone. " I know you'll be there, but... I --need-- Neroon. Oh God, I know how he's going to react. He'll push me away to protect me from his pain. Why now? Why him?" Marcus whispered in a shaky tone. Imagining the strong warrior in a wheel chair almost made him cry out in anger.

" You have to be strong now, Marcus," Marc said and sent the ranger affection and encouragement.

< Do you remember running out of Medlab after regaining your memory? > Al asked and made sure the others heard the message as well.

Stephen even nodded his head. " I remember him running away; leaving us worried."

< You refused Neroon entry and wanted him to leave you alone. In the end you accepted his help because you realized he loved you. Now, Neroon has to realize the same thing; you're offering him love, not pity. > Al tightened his hold on Marc, still a bit unsteady on his feet.

Marcus' face brightened and a warm smile appeared. " You're right, Al. I know how to reach him. Neroon showed me himself."

Stephen had reseated himself and had been closely observing Bester, whose choice of words had amazed him. What had caused this change within the Psi Cop? Had Al reached this point of enlightenment because he had gone through the same process with Marc? " Marc? Take Bes.... Al back to bed. He needs to rest," Franklin said, then focused on Marcus once more. Although there were black circles underneath the ranger's eyes, Stephen also saw the determination in them.

" I'll fight for Neroon and won't give in; I love him too much to let this come between us," he stated in a firm tone.

Lennier quickly caught up with Ariel and fell into step beside her. She mystified him. He had never been around women much, except for Delenn and she had always been out of his reach. Ariel puzzled him and that baffled him. Why was he all of a sudden interested in learning more about her? ** Why do I want to keep her company even though she made it rather clear that she wanted to be alone? Why do I feel light-headed when I look into her eyes? Am I developing a fever? Have I contracted some strange illness? Perhaps that unknown virus Mr. Bester is carrying is affecting me? The doctor told me about it.**

Deeply troubled, Lennier entered Medlab and watched her lie down on one of the exam beds. Marcus, Doctor Franklin, Bester and Marc were discussing something in the office. Looking at their faces, he realized it must be something truly upsetting. Slightly shaking his head, he told himself to look after Ariel, that was the task Franklin had given him as they had left Vanastar. " Will you be all right?" he asked Ariel as she turned onto her side, facing away from him. The last time she had done this, he had left without giving her actions some thought. This time he walked to the other side so he could still look at her face. Sparkling tears were dripping down her cheeks. He wanted to ask her what was troubling her, when she raised a hand to stop him.

" Forget about helping me, Lennier. The moment we arrive at Babylon 5 Delenn will be waiting for you. You must be eager to return to your regular duties." Ariel tried hard to forget the vision she had seen earlier; his death would be caused by his love for Delenn. That love was strong and nothing she would say would make him search his feelings.

Lennier stayed motionless and didn't reply at first. Marc and Bester had returned to the room and the enchantment he had felt earlier was vanishing quickly. He bowed respectfully and left the medical facility.

Ariel wiped away her tears; they hadn't only been for Byron. Knowing what fate was awaiting Lennier saddened her immensely.

PART 21

WHITE STAR

Lennier decided to oversee the docking procedures, although he had complete trust in the ranger's ability to steer this vessel. It had been a good thing to ask the other White Star to help them out. Only a couple more minutes and they would be 'home'. Delenn would surely be awaiting their return to inform Marcus about Neroon's current condition.

It had taken them slightly longer to get back due to some engine trouble, but one day later they arrived at the space station nonetheless. " Please excuse me," Lennier said addressing the human ranger. " I am going to assist the doctor in getting his patients to Medlab." He failed to add that he was particularly interested in helping one of them, Ariel.

Stephen was doing his best to get everything organized. Ariel had recovered nicely since she had managed to get some sleep, but he wanted to keep her in for observation for at least one more day. Just to be sure, he had examined Marc as well, but the young man was fine, no injuries at all and mentally very stable.

Shifting his gaze to Bester, Franklin was determined to examine the Psi Cop very thoroughly. The virus still puzzled him and there was this haunted expression in Al's eyes that bothered him. Marc had been whining at him to release Al into his care, but Stephen had remained firm and told him no. Marc was already trying to get the Psi Cop to his feet and Al allowed it with a smile on his face. It might take Bester some time to make a full recovery, but they would be fine in the end. Stephen was convinced of that.

The one person who troubled him most was Marcus. Just before waking the ranger had experienced some bad nightmares. Stephen had been dozing himself when he heard those pain filled cries. Before he had been able to reach his friend, Marc had made it over to the ranger's side and had started to calm him down. Franklin had been forced to use some meds to subdue the lingering effects of the nightmare. Marcus had been dreadfully pale and there had been tears in his eyes.

Looking at the ranger now, Stephen felt even more concerned. Upon awaking he had asked Marcus about the nightmares, but the ranger had told him he remembered nothing. Stephen knew it was a lie. The fear in Marcus' eyes was evidence enough that he still remembered the dream. ** Ranan,** Stephen thought disgusted, ** Marcus kept calling that name in a tone bordering on madness. I should have been more careful. Just because Marcus tends to heal fast physically, doesn't mean his emotional scars heal that fast as well. And now that Neroon isn't here to soothe him...Things are getting worse. He may have faced Ranan in that maze, but that confrontation brought back all his memories. Damn!!**

" Marcus? We should get going. The shuttle is ready to take us to Babylon 5." Franklin gently placed his hand on the ranger's.

Marcus had to stop himself from flinching at the touch. Why was he this emotional? ** I dealt with this stuff weeks ago. Why has it returned now?** Remembering Stephen telling him to get up, he slowly rose from the exam bed. Marc and Al were already leaving the room and Ariel was stumbling." Stephen don't fuss. Help her instead, she might fall," he told Franklin in a soft tone.

Stephen had had the same thought, but Marcus was wobbly on his feet as well. When Lennier appeared, Franklin quickly said, " Lennier? Please help her?"

Lennier nodded. Within seconds he was walking next to her. " Let me help you?"

Ariel wasn't sure how to reply. Long hours filled with hypnotic sleep had made her dizzy. " Okay." she whispered.

Lennier didn't hesitate and supported her by wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Although he appeared rather frail, Lennier was much stronger than most people realized, supporting her was no effort at all.

Ariel trembled; Lennier radiated a sense of contentment now that she allowed him to help her. The dark tentacles of the vision concerning his death resurfaced. She wanted to warn him, but knew he would never listen. ** I shouldn't grow attached to any of them. I'll be leaving soon, once I get away from that annoying Doctor Franklin. Can't risk Psi Corps finding me here. My trail would lead them to Al... Stephen Dexter. I have to prevent that. ** Tired, she leaned a little more on Lennier.

The Minbari reacted immediately and strengthened the hold he had on her. Now that he was close to her, that strange fever had returned. It was getting warmer and his fingertips trembled as he pulled her a little closer. ** I should ask Doctor Franklin to examine me as well. **

In the meantime, Stephen had succeeded in dragging Marcus along. His skin felt icy cold beneath Franklin's fingers. ** I need to get him to Medlab to check on him. **

Delenn and Lillian Hobbes were waiting for them in the docking area. John and Michael would meet them in Medlab. Delenn straightened out her dress. " Doctor, are you sure Neroon will be fine in his quarters? Should he not have stayed a little longer in Medlab?"

" Ambassador," Lillian started," there's nothing I can do to help him. The wound has closed properly; now he needs rest. Stephen assured me he would examine Neroon as quickly as possible. I never realized Minbari healed so fast. We need to do more research!" she concluded.

Delenn nodded her head in agreement. Perhaps she could arrange something. The Minbari physicians had already expressed the desire to study human physiology as well

The doors opened and a small group of people appeared. Lillian immediately approached them, helping Stephen to support Marcus whose eyes had closed again.

" Delenn, Lillian, we need to get them to Medlab." Stephen smiled at the Ambassador who now walked next to him.

" Doctor Hobbes told me what occurred on Vanastar. This is Byron's sister?" She looked at the young woman and in doing so locked eyes with Lennier who inclined his head in greeting.

" Yes. And we also managed to get Bester out," Stephen paused," but Byron died inside the labyrinth."

" I am sorry he had to die," she said honestly. Studying Bester, she felt shivers run down her spine. The way he was holding on to Marc betrayed their relationship, but it was his eyes that made her wonder. The expression in them was soft, no longer arrogant and that softness seemed directed at Marc.

Speaking hesitantly, she addressed the ranger. " Marcus? Can you hear me?"

" Entil Zha?" Marcus mumbled, hardly coherent at that point. The nightmares and the sleeping meds had exhausted him in a strange way. Somehow, it still felt like he was asleep, running away from this dream-Ranan, who mocked him in his sleep.

Delenn realized that he wasn't up to conversation and smiled tenderly. " We can discuss this later," she said and thought of Neroon who had been told of his lover's arrival, but hadn't shown up yet. ** He will not come,** Delenn knew with sudden certainty. ** Neroon is avoiding him. **

One hour later all three patients occupied beds in Medlab. Ariel was the first one to wake and Stephen hurried to start running some tests on her.

Ariel stretched her body. All this sleep had enabled her to begin the healing process. All she needed now was a good meal. She looked at Franklin the moment he entered her room. Lennier was with him and she briefly wondered why he was still here, Delenn. The answer was obvious. The Ambassador's voice carried through the corridor and for some reason Ariel felt jealous of the Minbari woman. ** Why?** she wondered.

" These tests will take one day at least. I asked the Captain to assign you some guest quarters. You'll need a place to stay after you leave here," Franklin told her and didn't notice the expression in her eyes.

** When I get out of here, I'm going to leave Babylon 5. But you don't need to know. I get the feeling you would start lecturing me, Franklin,** Ariel thought and decided to keep her plans a secret.

" Ambassador Delenn asked me to look after you until you are able to take care of yourself," Lennier said and a hesitant smile appeared on his face. He wasn't sure what he was feeling right now. Ariel puzzled him, but seeing Delenn had made him aware that he wanted to be near his mentor; she was the only one he loved.

" That's very kind of her, but I don't need a baby-sitter," she replied, hoping he would be insulted and leave. Stephen shot her an amazed glance and she shrugged her shoulders, offering him no explanation.

" I am not sure I understand," Lennier said softly. ** Baby-sitter?** he wondered. " I will do as I am told though. I will make sure your assigned quarters are satisfactory."

Ariel sighed as Franklin began hooking her up to several medical devices. This was going to be a tiresome stay!

In the room to her left, Marc had just pushed Al on to the exam bed. " Now behave," he told his lover.

" Co-operate! "

Al couldn't repress a chuckle. < You make an excellent nurse. > His body still felt drained, but his old energy was returning very slowly. ** But I do want my voice back! **

Momentarily glancing about, Marc felt reassured; they were alone. " I want to feel your skin on me. I want you inside of me. Damn, I'm horny!!" he whispered into Al's ear. The words definitely had an effect on Al. Marc grinned as he saw the growing bulge in his lover’s trousers. " I should unzip..."

< Marc!!> Al interrupted him. Marc's want was evident in his eyes and mind; Al had to fight down his own arousal. < Why don't you go to your quarters and get some rest, Marc? > Al suggested, entertaining the vain hope that Marc would calm down. He didn't want his lover to leave, but Marc's sexual hunger made it impossible for him to get any decent sleep and his body was telling him that he needed rest.

" Leave you?" Marc exclaimed in hurt tone. " Never! Now move over. This bed is big enough for the two of us and I don't care about being in a public place."

Al had no choice and shifted on the bed till Marc had moved into his arms. < What did I do to deserve you? > Too late he realized that Marc had heard that private thought.

" I don't know, Stee," Marc said and kissed him passionately.

Al cringed on hearing that name and told himself it was his by birthright and that he was entitled to use it. Marc had spoken the name with so much love that it had momentarily left him speechless. Al leaned in closer to take control of the kiss and parted his lover's teeth with his tongue to explore more thoroughly. They never heard the footfalls announcing visitors.

" This is the second time I've caught them doing this," Garibaldi remarked and grinned at Sheridan.

John blinked his eyes to make sure they weren't playing tricks on him. ** They're kissing!!** Michael had told him that he suspected them to be lovers, but Sheridan hadn't taken that statement seriously; not believing Bester to be capable of love. " Guess I owe you those 50 credits," he mumbled.

Garibaldi's grin turned into a smirk, remembering the bet they had made. " You're convinced now they're lovers? Looks like I won that bet after all," he replied smugly.

The Captain cleared his throat and caught Bester's embarrassed expression. Marc on the other hand, smiled and rolled onto his side to stretch his body like a cat. " Marc, would you leave us alone for a moment?"

" Sure," Marc got to his feet and left the room, whistling some silly tune.

" Well, Mr. Bester. I need an explanation of what has happened." Sheridan started, but grew silent seeing the confused look on Bester's face.

Al realized they didn't know he had lost his voice. Briefly considering his options, he thought about plunging in to their minds. However tempting, he had to discard that possibility. ** If I really want to apply for asylum I'd better behave. **

"I'm waiting," John said, wondering why the Psi Cop was staring at them.

< Marc? I need you in here to 'translate', > he sent to his lover and felt relieved as Marc peeked around the corner.

" Captain?" Marc started, " Didn't Stephen tell you Al lost his voice? He can't answer you verbally. I can 'translate' his thoughts for you though if you want me to."

The two Earthforce officers exchanged a glance. " All right," Sheridan said in the end and gestured the young man to come closer. Focusing his eyes on the Psi Cop, John asked:" What happened since you brought Marc here?"

Receiving Al's thoughts, Marc said;" Captain, that's a long story."

Franklin entered Marcus' room and was surprised to see the ranger sitting upright in bed, talking to Delenn. Sleep had vanished from his eyes and had been replaced with a gloomy expression.

" I need to talk to Neroon, Delenn." Marcus shivered as he realized that Neroon wanted to revoke their vows in order to set him free. Using his last strength he placed his feet on the floor.

" Marcus, you can't leave." Franklin feared for his friend. First thing he was going to do was to arrange for some counseling for the ranger to help him deal with his past.

" Stephen, I promise you I'll return after I talked to Neroon, but I must do this. The fact that he isn't here..." his voice dropped. Neroon had chosen to stay in his quarters even though the warrior probably knew how much he was needed.

" I will accompany him," Delenn offered, but Marcus shook his head.

" Stephen? Give me a stimulant? I don't care about the after effects." Marcus looked pleadingly at the doctor and hoped Franklin realized how important this was to him.

" I can't do that, Marcus," Stephen said in a sad tone. " Wait here, I might know another solution." As he stepped into the corridor, he caught Michael leaving Bester's room. " Michael? I need your help!" he said and snatched his jacket with his hands.

" Hey! What!" Garibaldi was dragged into Marcus' room. Looking at the ranger, Michael sucked in his breath. Marcus looked bad. " I don't think you should be on your feet, Marcus."

" He wants to talk to Neroon. I think that's a good idea, but I need someone to help him to get there. Michael?" Stephen said while watching the ranger closely. Marcus was on the verge of having a mental breakdown.

" Doctor's orders?" Garibaldi inquired.

" Yes," Stephen confirmed.

" Okay, I'll walk him there," Michael told Franklin, then looked at the ranger." But don't expect too much, Marcus. Last time I saw Neroon he had one hell of a bad temper."

Seated in his wheel chair, Neroon was busy sorting out complicated Minbari law. There had to be a way to release Marcus from his promise! He was not going to give up before finding it.

Looking at the small scar in the palm of his hand, he thought back to the ceremony. They had told him Marcus had returned to the station. Lillian had practically begged him to go and see Marcus, telling him the ranger had had a rough time on Vanastar. But he couldn't do it, couldn't face Marcus the way he was now.

The sound of the door chime took him by surprise; he didn't answer it. He wanted to be alone.

Outside, in the corridor, Marcus leaned heavily against a wall.

The Chief was standing behind him and had long realized how drained the ranger was. Hearing Marcus' soft curse, Michael wished he could help, but he had no idea what to do.

" I'll get to you one way or the other, Neroon...." Marcus said resolved and punched in his access code. Relieved, he noticed it still worked and the door opened at once. " Stay here, Michael?" he asked the Chief.

" All right. I'll keep an eye on both of you." The door closed and Garibaldi hoped Marcus would be able to get through to Neroon.

" What!" Neroon exclaimed, outraged to see the door open without his permission. Identifying Marcus' voice within a second, he used the enormous strength in his arms to push himself up out of the wheel chair. Standing at last, he waited for the ranger to show himself. ** I won't be able to keep this up for long,** he realized; his back was hurting.

Nervous as hell, Marcus entered their shared quarters and forgot to breathe momentarily as he caught sight of his lover. Neroon had to support himself in order to stand on his own. It was obvious the effort hurt Neroon; Marcus saw the strain in his dark eyes. ** Things have changed,** Marcus thought saddened,** he has erected walls. **

Neroon fought hard to remain composed; he never expected Marcus to come here this soon. " Marcus. I was told you had been taken to Medlab," he said in the end and didn't see the anguish in the ranger's eyes; too wrapped up in his own suffering. Neither did he notice how pale Marcus' skin was or the nervous twitch close to the ranger's mouth.

" I managed to sneak out," Marcus said attempting a joke, only to fail miserably.

" You should return there," Neroon replied and strengthened his grip on the armrest of the wheel chair.

** It's hard to believe we're lovers,** Marcus thought distressed; Neroon was keeping him at a distance. Tears were fighting to appear in his eyes; he felt lost. Neroon had been his strength all this time and now the warrior was pushing him away because of this injury. " You should sit down, Neroon. I can tell by looking into your eyes that you're in pain," he said softly, scared for the Minbari's reaction.

" I am in no pain," Neroon snarled, but knew he couldn't support himself much longer.

Marcus took another step closer to him and placed a hand on Neroon's shoulder. " I love you, Neroon. Let me help you."

" I don't need help!" Neroon growled, but his powerful arms failed him and he would have fallen had it not been for Marcus preventing that from happening.

Wrapping his arms around Neroon's waist, he managed to place him back into the wheel chair. " Stop being so obnoxious, Neroon!" Marcus said and looked into upset dark eyes.

" Why can't you leave me alone, human!" Neroon exclaimed in anger.

" I've got a name, Neroon," Marcus whispered crestfallen. Now that he was touching the warrior, he felt his rage and pain. ** I know these feelings so well. I have to find a way to help him deal with this. But

how? **

Marcus' last remark made Neroon shudder. ** I am hurting him!** he suddenly realized and felt ashamed of the way he had acted. " Marcus, forgive me. I was cruel."

" No need to ask for forgiveness, Neroon." Marcus knelt beside the warrior and clasped his hand around Neroon's. " You were there for me when I needed your support, please let me do the same thing for you." The ranger looked up into Neroon's eyes that were still filled with anger aimed at himself.

Neroon swallowed hard; although he loved the ranger, he didn't want him to waste his life by nursing him. " I have found a way to release you from your vow, Marcus. I will ask Denbaar to make our break up official."

" No," Marcus sighed in hurt tone. " Don't do this, Neroon. I love you and I know you love me. "

" No, I have to do the right thing, Marcus." Neroon freed himself of Marcus' hold.

Marcus was about to protest more fiercely, as the door chime chirped. **Not now!** he thought, but the chime sounded a second and third time.

" Marcus? Stephen told me to take you back to Medlab now. He needs to examine you. Open the door or I'll use my override code," Garibaldi said. His instincts told him that Marcus wasn't making any progress with Neroon. The warrior was so damn stubborn!

Marcus struggled to get to his feet again. Neroon used that moment to put more distance between them.

" You shouldn't keep him waiting," Neroon stated and called upon his discipline to not fold his arms around the ranger, who suddenly looked broken and fragile. Only now Neroon noticed the exhaustion in Marcus' eyes. ** Why is he this drained? I never asked him,** he realized.

" I'll be back, Neroon. You won't push me away this easily. I'll fight for our love," Marcus said in a sad tone when walking over to the door. " I refuse to give in."

Garibaldi noticed the disappointed expression in the ranger's eyes the moment Marcus stepped into the corridor. " Let's go. Neroon needs some time to deal with this. He'll come around eventually; you have to be patient, Marcus."

" God, I hope so," Marcus muttered and grabbed the Chief's arm as vertigo almost made him stumble over his own feet.

PART 22

Marcus never complained as Franklin ran test after test on him. Closing his eyes, he forced himself to fall asleep.

Stephen recognized Marcus' depressed state and felt worried. Physically, the ranger was all right, except for some fatigue. There was no reason to keep him here in Medlab. But Michael had told him about the ranger's confrontation with Neroon and sending him back to his quarters was no solution either. Luckily Marcus had fallen asleep, giving him some time to ponder the ranger's dilemma. ** This is something the two of them have to work out,** he realized and stepped into Bester's room. John Sheridan was leaning against the wall, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

John wasn't sure what to think of the story Marc had told him. He had been watching Bester closely and had noticed him flinch the moment Marc had revealed his true name, Stephen Dexter. At that moment John had realized how little he had known about the man. Sheridan wondered where to go from here. Bester had allowed Marc to tell the story without reservation, but John’s first concern was Babylon 5 itself. Bester's presence here could cause trouble.

" Captain, Al doesn't want me to say this, but I want him to stay on Babylon 5. You granted me asylum, please do the same for Ariel and Al." Marc's steadfast tone echoed through the small room. His fingers were twined around Al's, sensing his lover relax now that everything had come into the open.

Sheridan shook his head. " Marc, I can't make any promises. From what you told me the Corps wants Ariel and when they find out I'm sheltering Bester as well, I could get into big trouble." Pondering his options, John looked Bester in the eyes. " What about you? Do you want to return to Psi Corps? I can't believe you would want to stay here."

Al pulled Marc closer and told him; < Tell the Captain that I want to sever my ties with the Corps. The moment I accepted my real name and decided to stay with you I became rogue. Alfred Bester turning rogue...I can't believe it. > Al stared at their intertwined fingers.

" Al is a rogue now. He opposed Charles and the Corps thinks he's dead." Marc squeezed his lover's fingers gently. " Please Captain, give us a chance."

" I'll let you know when I've made my decision." Sheridan studied the Psi Cop once more, was it only a scheme or the truth? He needed time to find out.

Lennier had seated himself next to her bed. He had brought some sacred scrolls to read while she was asleep. Although Delenn had asked him to look after Ariel, he realized he was spending more time than necessary with her. ** I am Satai Delenn's aide; I should be serving her, not sitting here watching over a stranger.** Yet, the thought of leaving Ariel made him feel sad. He definitely had to ask Doctor Franklin to examine him. This strange feeling confused him completely.

Moments ago he had assured himself of the fact that her guest quarters were tidy. Doctor Franklin had told him he was going to release her tonight. Lennier was looking forward to taking her there, to talk to her, to look into her eyes. ** I've never felt this way before...**

" All right, Marcus. You can go home, but I want you to rest. You're still... suffering... from the trauma you were submitted to on Centauri Prime." Stephen had mixed feelings about letting the ranger leave Medlab. An hour ago Marcus had startled Franklin and Lillian by screaming himself awake, yelling out Ranan's name. Ever since that nightmare, Marcus had refused all sleeping meds. ** He wants to stay awake because he's afraid of those nightmares,** Stephen realized. " I'm going to get you some counseling. Might take me some time, because there aren't that many licensed psychologists onboard."

" I don't need counseling," Marcus said, but avoided Stephen's stare.

" You do and you know it."

Sighing, the ranger realized he had lost this one. Franklin was probably right any way. " Can I leave now?"

" Yes, but I'll drop by tomorrow to check on you."

Marcus stood in front of the door to his quarters. He knew Neroon was inside, a startling fear moved through him. ** I need him, need to feel his arms around me, telling me I'm his.**

Pressing the door chime, he hoped Neroon would let him in. Marcus had decided not to impose himself on the warrior. " Neroon? It's me. Can I come inside?" Feeling tired, he swayed on his feet. Lack of sleep made him feel dizzy. There was only one person who could stop the nightmares, Neroon. Sleeping in his embrace always soothed him.

The door opened and Marcus hesitantly stepped inside. Neroon was seated on the couch, a frustrated expression on his face. " If you want me to leave, say so," Marcus offered him with bleeding heart. He wanted to fling himself into Neroon's arms so badly!

" It's after midnight. I'm going to get some sleep," Neroon said and pulled himself into the wheelchair. Ignoring the ranger, he disappeared into the bedroom. Once the door had closed behind him, Neroon let go of a strangled sigh. The look on Marcus' face had been one of emotional pain, but he had to keep some distance between them. It would only take a couple of days to have their vows proclaimed illegal and then he was going to return to Minbar. Elaan had contacted him; his grandparents would welcome him into their household. Wisely he hadn't told Elaan that he would be coming to Minbar alone, leaving Marcus behind on Babylon 5. ** I have to be strong. Marcus will be fine on his own; he's strong and his friends will help him. I need to find myself again, my purpose in life. I can no longer remain a warrior now that I'm paralyzed.** Neroon managed to heave his body onto the bed. Closing his eyes, he told himself to forget about Marcus. The ranger was young and attractive and would find a new partner easily.

Marcus remained behind, crestfallen and feeling abandoned. Staring at the closed bedroom door, he lowered his head. He sat down on the sofa and after a moment, he lay down, resting his head on one of the small cushions. ** If Neroon had wanted me to keep him company, he wouldn't have closed the door. **

Saddened, he wrapped his arms around himself. Surviving the labyrinth had taken a large emotional toll on him, visions of Ranan haunted him as he dozed off. " Define pain," he mumbled in his tormented sleep and tears slid down his cheeks. " You maimed me in body and soul," had been his answer back then. ** And now I have to fight for Neroon's love as well. **

His nightmares took him back to the cell beneath Ranan's house; he smelled the stench of his own blood, saw the moon and shivered, as his naked body grew cold. Ranan was going to return to his cell any moment now. Marcus curled himself into a ball on the sofa, enmeshed by the nightmare.

Neroon wasn't able to sleep and tossed and turned in bed; Marcus should be at his side, resting in his arms. But the ranger had remained in the living area. ** He doesn't want to be close to me, or he would have followed me to the bedroom,** he reasoned and felt furious.

A scream alerted him and his old instincts awoke. " Marcus," he whispered, remembering the ranger screaming himself awake due to nightmares. He didn't hesitate and pulled the wheelchair closer. The door opened and Neroon's eyes quickly scanned the room. Marcus was lying on the couch, twitching, eyes open. Another yelp left his lips. Pushing his wheelchair forward with his strong arms he stopped the moment he reached the ranger. " Wake up, Marcus. You're having a nightmare," he said in a loud tone, but it didn't reach the ranger's mind.

" Master Ranan, please... no!" the ranger yelled and fell off the sofa as he tried to crawl away from his imaginary enemy. His face was contorted and his hands were curled around the fabric of his tunic.

Neroon cringed, recognizing the intensity of the nightmare. The same bad dreams had haunted the ranger right after Bester had restored his mental functions. Paying his paralysis no mind, he lowered himself onto the floor and cradled Marcus against his chest. ** I have been selfish,** he berated himself. ** I knew he had a hard time on Vanastar and I ignored the silent cry for help in his eyes.** Marcus struggled in his embrace, but was no match for the strong Minbari. " Marcus, wake up. You're safe. You're on Babylon 5..." he said in a firm tone. Marcus' hooded eyes flashed open.

Feeling disorientated, he stared at the Minbari holding him tight. " Master?" he murmured and began to calm down.

Neroon was upset to hear that word. " It's I, Neroon... Marcus?" He waited for the ranger's response. As there was none, he pulled him closer and tenderly kissed the silk-like hair.

Finally realizing he'd had a nightmare, Marcus pushed himself deeper into the embrace. " Sorry, Neroon. I didn't want to wake you, but the nightmares have returned."

" Don't apologize," Neroon inhaled the ranger's scent. " What brought them back?"

" The labyrinth... It conjured an image of Ranan... I was back in that dirty cell. I need you, Neroon. Don't push me away..." he said pleadingly.

" I made a terrible mistake," Neroon realized. **I will always love you. ** The Minbari raised Marcus' tear stained face and thought: ** I ignored your needs when you needed me; you even tried helping me to accept my fate. I have been a fool. **

Marcus reached out and caressed Neroon's face. Something Al had told him returned to his mind. " Remember when I managed to sneak out of Medlab after Bester restored my memory? You were there for me. At first I tried pushing you away, but then I realized you wanted to be with me because you loved me; not because you pitied me, Neroon." Marcus sighed and kissed the Minbari's collarbone. " I --know-- it's hard to accept help. I have been there, Neroon." Swallowing hard, he added;" But I need you, Neroon. I can't give up on you because I would be giving up on myself as well."

" I understand," Neroon finally admitted. ** I remember that moment when you surrendered yourself to me. You were so certain that I would take care of you; be there for you, helping you heal. I never realized how much trust and love you placed in me back then.**

Marcus saw the change in his lover's eyes and sighed relieved. Maybe now Neroon would allow him in and lower those walls.

" Help me back into the wheelchair?" Neroon didn't need the help, but he wanted to show Marcus that he did understand.

The ranger's eyes suddenly sparkled hearing that request. " Of course, Neroon."

Neroon waited for Marcus to get a good hold of him and then used his arms to push himself off the floor. Once more seated in the wheelchair, he smiled weakly. " Let's go to bed, Marcus."

Nodding his head, Marcus walked beside him and finally lowered himself on the bed. " I’m afraid to fall asleep," he admitted to the Minbari who now lay next to him.

" Move into my arms then," Neroon waited for his lover to make himself comfortable, then pulled up the comforter to cover their bodies. " I will keep the nightmares away," he promised and felt him go limp in his arms.

" I love you, Neroon," Marcus whispered before falling asleep again.

" And I won't fail you again, Marcus," Neroon stroked the soft hair. This felt so familiar, so right. The ranger's hands were holding his and Neroon shivered as he realized what he had almost lost to his own stupidity and self-pity. Watching Marcus sleep, he gently kissed his brow and tightened the hold he had on his lover. " I will keep my vow, Marcus; I will fight to overcome this."

Ariel had changed her clothing. The old Psi Corps uniform had been flung into the corner and she examined the fabric of the green tunic Lennier had given her.

These people cared for her. She had felt the sincerity when the Captain had told her he would grant her asylum if she wanted to stay here. He had been in Delenn and Lennier's company; Ariel had studied Delenn and had found no evil in her mind. ** Poor Lennier,** she had thought,

** Chasing an impossible dream. **

Ariel had asked for some time to think things over. The idea of asylum was intriguing, but she needed time to make up her mind. Delenn and the Captain had left and only Lennier had stayed behind, presenting her with the tunic. She had accepted it because she needed clothes. ** But I don't want charity,** she had thought and had told him to leave.

Now, 30 minutes later, she was sitting on the exam bed, waiting for Franklin to drop off her release forms, which she had to sign before she could leave. ** What's taking him so long?**

Five minutes later Franklin finally entered the exam room. Ariel immediately noticed the troubled look on his face. **It's not my business. I'll be gone in a couple of days. **

" Sorry I'm late, but I never realized how hard it was to find a licensed and experienced psychologist onboard the station."

Curiosity got the better of her and Ariel asked;" Why do you need one?"

" Marcus needs counseling. I need a psychologist who knows how to deal with his problems." Franklin handed her the release forms and watched her sign them. She looked much better.

Ariel placed the forms on the bed next to her. ** I should stay away from this,** she told herself, but knew she had already lost that inner struggle. " Is it that hard to find one?"

" Yes, there are only 3 onboard and they have absolutely no experience in dealing with rape victims. They shook their heads in disbelief as I told them why I needed a psychologist. I would do it myself, but I'm not qualified to counsel Marcus," Franklin sighed, massaging his temples.

" You need some sleep as well," Ariel remarked, still not sure what to do. She wanted to help, but she didn't want to stay here that long.

" Yeah, you're right, but I need to solve this problem first. I should have insisted he accepted counseling after he regained his memory."

" Doctor, should you fail to find one...." Ariel paused," I have a degree in psychology. I specialized in helping trauma victims before I left Earth." She saw his stare and knew she had made a mistake.

" My search has finally ended then," Stephen sighed relieved." Will you counsel him?"

" If there's no one else available... I will, but only if Marcus agrees to this arrangement."

" He knows he needs help," Stephen said. Lillian interrupted them.

" Lennier is waiting for you, Ariel. I have never seen him this impatient before. He has been pacing that corridor for the last half hour."

Ariel smiled weakly; she'd also noticed the changed feelings inside Lennier, although she had no idea why the Minbari was suddenly interested in her. " I guess he's eager to drop me off at my quarters, so he can return to Delenn," she said eventually.

" I'm not that sure, " Lillian replied, closing the door behind her. " He's got that certain look in his eyes."

" What look?" Stephen asked.

" Ever seen the way Neroon devours Marcus with his eyes? Lennier is starting to look at her the same way, only he doesn't know it yet!" Lillian stated smugly. She had seen that look too many times.

" What are you implying?" Ariel got to her feet and felt confused.

" He's developing a crush on you!" Lillian quipped and smiled at Ariel before leaving the exam room again.

" She must be wrong," Ariel whispered. It would explain though why the young Minbari wanted to stay close to her. ** Why didn't I detect those feelings?** A little irritating voice inside her head answered her;** Perhaps you don’t want to face that truth?**

" I don't think I have ever seen Lennier in love before," Stephen said and wondered why she looked this upset.

" He's in love with Delenn," she revealed to him and immediately regretting doing so.

" Delenn? Poor guy." Stephen thought of the love that Delenn bore for Sheridan. Perhaps it would be best for Lennier to fall in love with someone else. " Don't you like him?"

" Lennier?" Ariel chuckled. " I'm not sure. We had a bad start and regardless, I'm not interested in a relationship at this point. Lennier reminds me of a teddy bear I once had as a child; too cuddly."

" So you have been thinking about him?" Stephen replied smugly.

" I guess I have," she had to admit.

" You could do much worse!"

" I know, " Ariel chuckled in return, no longer taking their conversation seriously. ** Lennier will never let go of his love for Delenn. **

Walking through the bowels of the space station, Ariel peeked at Lennier. She didn't want to pry on his emotions or thoughts, but the idea that he was falling in love with her worried Ariel.

" These are your quarters," Lennier told her and punched in the access code. Ariel noticed that his fingers trembled. ** Oh no, they can't be right!** she thought distressed and followed him inside. The room was small, but there was a well-equipped kitchenette and a bathroom.

" I am sorry that there is only a sonic shower available. It was difficult to get these quarters in the first place," Lennier said apologetically.

" They're fine, Lennier," Ariel said softly. An odd silence descended on to the room.

" I also took the liberty of buying some food items for you. Would you like some tea?"

" Yes, I would like that," Ariel admitted and watched him move into the small kitchen. " You're Delenn's aide aren't you?" she said, desperately trying to find a way to deal with the awkwardness between them.

" That is correct," Lennier boiled some water and carried the mugs back to the coffee table.

" So, why are you here? Shouldn't you be... assisting her instead?" Carefully sipping the hot liquid, she studied him. ** He has no idea what these feelings are all about.** she thought and felt embarrassed. ** I didn't recognize them either, but then... no one has ever been in love with me before.** Not even the Psi Cops she had trained with had trusted her because of her combined gifts. They had been afraid to approach her. But Lennier knew nothing about her powers.

Lennier was observing her and suddenly noticed her gorgeous brown, almost golden eyes. He had been lost in thought and the mug began slipping from his hand. The liquid began to pour out of the cup and was about to hit his robes when the tea froze in mid air. Dumbfounded, Lennier stared at the liquid. " What?" he whispered and saw the look of discomfort on her face.

" I'm also a telekinetic," she said and waited for his reaction. She expected a horrified look, but Lennier was only studying the time frozen liquid.

Hesitantly, he touched it. " It's still a liquid," he said as he pressed a finger into the tea.

" Yes, it is. " Ariel confirmed, wondering why Lennier wasn't making an excuse to leave yet. A lot of people were able to deal with her telepathy, but this was something that scared them.

" What else can you do with it?" Lennier asked and smiled at her.

Taken aback, Ariel wondered if she had misunderstood his request. Using her powers she changed the liquid's shape and formed some letters in the air.

" This?" Lennier saw the letters and quickly combined them. Curious, he leaned in closer. " Can you put it back in the mug?"

" Of course," Ariel returned the smile hesitantly and poured the tea back into the mug.

" I am intrigued by your powers. What else can you do?" Lennier was enjoying himself. He had seen the brief shock on her face as she had revealed her powers to him. But Lennier felt honored she had confided in him. Powers such as these were rare among Minbari and he was curious.

Ariel decided to accept the challenge and while focusing on Lennier, smiled wickedly.

Lennier suddenly felt a strange sensation; looking down he saw that he was no longer sitting in the chair, but was floating in the air. He tried to speak, but was too flabbergasted. He smiled at her instead.

PART 23

Neroon had been studying Marcus' face for some time now. The ranger was still asleep and a peaceful expression lay on his features; so contrary to the terror that had twisted his face during the nightmares. Gently tangling his hand in the long, dark hair, Neroon wondered how he could have missed the look of misery in Marcus' eyes the first time the ranger had tried reaching him.

** I was too preoccupied with myself, ** he realized and sighed blissfully as the ranger shifted in his arms to press even closer to him. Marcus had been right. Months ago the ranger had put his trust in him to help him heal. Now, the time had come to allow Marcus to do the same thing for him. Yes, accepting help, support was hard on him, something else Marcus knew from his own experience.

The dark circles beneath Marcus' eyes worried him. It certainly looked like the ranger had been suffering from nightmares for some nights. " Rest, sleep. I once told you that you belong in my arms... It is the truth. I missed you while you were away," Neroon admitted to the sleeper.

The sound of Neroon's voice made him stir and lazily, Marcus stretched in his lover's arms. The nightmares had stayed away during the second part of his sleep. Somehow Neroon's presence always drove them away. " Good morning," he whispered and slowly opened his eyes. Looking at the Minbari, he felt at peace.

" Marcus? Did you get any sleep?"

" In your arms? Always, " Marcus quipped and slid his fingertips along Neroon's cheekbone. " I missed you, Neroon and when they told me about your injury..."

" A most unfortunate incident," Neroon mumbled, barely paying any attention to the words he was speaking as he lost himself in those warm green eyes. He could actually see his reflection in them. The ranger's head was resting on his shoulders and his lips were so close...Neroon used his tongue to trace the insides of those soft, seductive lips. ** I still want him, ** he realized.

Marcus smiled in true contentment. A moment later he felt embarrassed for screaming and waking Neroon last night, but his agony had urged the Minbari to come to him, to console him. It had brought them together again. Focusing on Neroon's feelings, the ranger sensed no sexual arousal, only a sensual longing to have him close.

" I promised Doctor Hobbes to go to Medlab today for yet another examination. Will you accompany me?" Neroon said hesitantly.

Recognizing the acceptance of their continuing relationship in Neroon's words, Marcus felt reassured. " Yes, Neroon. I will," he replied honestly. " I should take a shower first though."

" I agree... You smell... intoxicating."

Marcus relished seeing the genuine smile on Neroon's face. The warmth reached his eyes this time. Kissing him hard on his lips, Marcus ran his fingers over his bonecrest. A delicate whimper was his reward.

" Marcus," Neroon purred dangerously. " Take that shower, now! Or else..."

" Or what?" Marcus grinned mischievously.

" I might be partially paralyzed, but I can still use my hands and tongue to..."

" Neroon!!!!" Chuckling, Marcus managed to free himself of Neroon's embrace. It was then that he realized that he was still fully dressed. " I better change my clothes as well." Casting one more desire filled look at Neroon, he disappeared into the bathroom.

Neroon heaved himself into the wheelchair; he was going to prepare some breakfast first. Ever since his injury he had lacked proper appetite, but now that Marcus had returned his stomach had started to growl again. **I have been neglecting my needs, ** he thought and listened to the soft rush of water coming from the bathroom. ** Why did I try to push him away? Because I feel helpless and useless? Marcus --needs-- me and I need him. **

Moving over into the kitchen area Neroon decided to set the table. He had missed sharing a meal with Marcus. They used to talk about all kinds of things at breakfast or dinner.

The water for their tea had come to a boil and Neroon took two mugs out of the lower cupboard. The teabags however, were out of his reach, situated on the top shelf. Neroon knew he should wait for Marcus to get them, but his pride got in the way, he could do this himself!

After he had managed to pull himself onto his feet, another problem presented itself; using both hands to support himself, he would fall once reaching for the teabags. " Bugger," he whispered and realized he had adopted that expression, using it quite frequently. ** Marcus has corrupted me, ** he chuckled, but was still faced with his dilemma.

The most sensible thing to do would be to lower himself back into the wheelchair. Marcus could get those teabags later, but the matter irritated the hell out of him. So he remained motionless, trying to decide what to do next.

Marcus was in the process of drying his hair when he walked into the living area. He had draped a towel around his waist and was about to order the computer to raise the room temperature, as he caught sight of Neroon. Speechless, he stared at the headstrong Minbari. ** Well, it's better than that apathy he was in yesterday! ** " Need help?" he said eventually in a soft tone.

" Yes," Neroon squeezed out between clenched teeth before sitting down. ** No use in denying the truth; Marcus accepted my help after his ordeal also. ** Neroon pushed the wheelchair back to the kitchen table and accepted the ranger's offer.

Marcus looked at the top shelf and said;" I'll move all things to the bottom shelf. That should solve the problem."

Rubbing his eyes, Neroon wondered how he was going to deal with these limitations. He hated being constricted like this.

" You're brooding, Neroon," Marcus said and sat down next to him, placing the teabags into the hot water. Searching Neroon's emotions, he found an unsettling sense of frustration and anger; which wasn't surprising. Neroon would have to let out that rage or it would smother him emotionally. A sudden flash of sexual want originating from the Minbari surprised him.

" You should put on some clothes, Marcus," Neroon said teasingly, trying to cover up his embarrassment for needing help. There were still some shining droplets of water sitting on Marcus' chest and Neroon wanted to lick them off with his tongue. After all this time he was still puzzled by the immense attraction between them.

" I should?" Marcus teased him in return and licked his lips, knowing only too well what kind of effect it had on his lover.

" Get dressed, now! I need to be in Medlab in 20 minutes or this Doctor Hobbes will call in Garibaldi to bring me there," Neroon was unable to crush the amusement in his tone. Marcus' mere presence seemed to have lifted his spirits.

" You're the boss," Marcus wisecracked. Deliberately walking very slowly, he felt Neroon's eyes burn his back; it made him quiver. ** Thank God! The attraction is still there. For one moment I thought I had lost him, ** he mused and thought back to when Neroon had retreated into the bedroom and had closed the door behind him.

The moment he re-entered the bedroom, he let go of a tired sigh. He had hoped to have some time to recuperate from his trip to the labyrinth, but now all kinds of new problems had appeared and this time, --he-- had to be the strong one. Neroon obviously didn't know how to cope with this situation; he felt pressured to stay in control of his emotions. " I have to find a way to make the nightmares go away... I can't burden him with my problems now. I need to give him my full attention," he murmured.

A couple of minutes later, he emerged from the bedroom; fully dressed in his ranger uniform. It was hard to remain composed, seeing Neroon seated at the table; an impressive figure doomed to spend the rest of his life in a wheel chair. ** Perhaps Stephen knows of a solution. There must be something he can do, ** Marcus thought, trying to think positively.

Neroon had finished his breakfast and had been surprised to find that his appetite had returned with a vengeance. Smiling at the ranger, Neroon realized how lucky he was to have Marcus for a lover. ** It took me a while to admit that to myself, but I know now that I need him. **

Stephen Franklin was awfully tired, but couldn't rest yet. He had been trying to establish what kind of virus had caused Bester to lose his voice. The computer was currently running tests to determine what virus it was and what treatment would offer the best results.

In the meantime he was busy studying Neroon's medical file. Lillian had been right. The damage was extensive and the spinal cord had been brutally severed. The doctor wasn't sure there was a way to undo the damage, but he was resolved to try to reconnect the severed spinal cord. There was only a small chance that the surgery would be successful, but he had to try. He owed it to Marcus and Neroon to do the best he could. Scheduling the surgery for the day after tomorrow, he looked up from his desk as the computer suddenly beeped; it had found a match.

Yes, he knew this virus. It was easy to treat, but Al would have to rest for several days and avoid any attempt at speech at all. ** He's lucky to be a telepath; at least that way he can still communicate and thankfully there's Marc who'll keep an eye on him. **

It had taken him some time to get used to seeing Marc fuss over the Psi Cop, but Stephen was starting to realize that the two men really cared for each other and had told himself not to judge them.

** I still have to tell Marcus about his first appointment with Ariel tomorrow. How is she going to handle his problems? ** he wondered and made a note; she expected Marcus to come to her quarters at 1300 the next day. Stephen had asked her to start the counseling today, but she had objected to that suggestion; telling him that Neroon and the ranger should be given some time to talk things over.

Setting up a treatment plan for Bester, he recalled Lillian's statement that Lennier was falling in love with Ariel. It brought a grin to his face. Things could get really interesting around here!!

Lennier had been pacing his room for one hour now; it had been a novel experience for the young Minbari. He felt restless and although Delenn had told him how relieved she was he had made it back this quickly, Lennier realized something had changed during this last mission.

Normally, he would spend every available moment with Delenn, but now his thoughts were constantly drifting off to Ariel and the experience of her levitating him. ** I was floating in the air! **

Finally reaching a decision, he stepped into the living area. Delenn was meditating and he hated to disturb her. " Delenn, do you require my services during the next hours? If not, may I be excused? There are some matters I need to take care of concerning Ariel's new quarters. ** It was a half-truth; he had already taken care of everything, but he desperately wanted to see her.

Delenn peeked at him through half closed eyes and noticed the expression in his eyes. Something was troubling him! " You can attend to those matters after you contact Denbaar. I tried to send a message to Elaan, but he is preparing for the Umdaha-test."

" I will," Lennier promised and mentally sighed. Afterwards he might be able to visit Ariel. An urge to find out more about her had taken over. He hurried away to contact Denbaar.

It had taken Al some time to convince Marc it was okay to rest in his quarters for a little while. It had been difficult for him to convince Marc that he would be all right on his own. Al had been surprised to find out just how concerned Marc was for his well-being. In the end, Marc had left with an annoyed expression on his face. Al had managed to find the one reason to make him leave. He had told Marc to buy all the things they needed once they were going to settle into his quarters, like food items and clothing.

Alone in his room, Al got some much needed sleep. Although he loved to hold his lover during his sleep, Marc's presence always made him alert. There was this persistent sexual energy lurking within Marc, which could awake his own arousal quite easily.

He hadn't told Marc about any of his worries yet. There was a distinct possibility that Sheridan wouldn't permit him to stay on Babylon 5. Should that happen, he needed to find another safe haven. But where? His face and reputation were very well known, --and feared-- and hardly anyone would be inclined to offer him a place to stay.

Al was especially worried about Marc in case that should happen. Marc would want to go with him and as a rogue the Corps would hunt him --them-- down. He had to prevent that from happening.

But it was up to Sheridan now and Al wondered how long it would take the Captain to let him know what he had decided. ** I should think of an alternative. The hunt will start the moment the Corps finds out Charles didn't succeed in eliminating me. They'll send their best after me. Once I leave this station, they'll move in.**

" Mr. Bester, I know you weren't expecting me, but we need to talk."

Looking at his surprise visitor, Al nodded his consent and the Captain stepped inside. ** He already made up his mind, that can only mean that he wants me to leave as quickly as possible, ** Al thought and told himself to accept the inevitable. This time, he wasn't in charge of the situation; Sheridan was.

Feeling uncomfortable, John halted at the end of Bester's bed to study him. The Captain vividly remembered the discussion they had had about Al's request to be allowed to stay onboard.

Ivanova had been opposed to the idea right from the start. In her eyes, he had read her amazement that he was seriously considering Bester's request. Talia, whom he had asked to be present because this matter dealt with the Corps, had been inclined to give Bester a chance, referring to him aiding her escape and eliminating the alternate personality the Corps had planted in her mind. After hearing that argument, the Commander had become silent.

Garibaldi's face was evidence that he was worried; the Chief had mixed feelings in this matter. He had pointed out to them that although Bester wasn't to be trusted, the Psi Cop had helped Marcus deal with the recent trauma.

Sheridan had agreed with him; Bester had done a lot to help them lately. It hadn't simplified making a decision, but he did feel he had made the right one after all." I know you can't talk, Mr. Bester. I only came here to let you know that I've decided that you can stay on Babylon 5 for the time being." Sheridan caught Bester's surprised expression and shrugged his shoulders. " The truth is that Marc has grown very attached to you and Marcus has become very close to Marc." John knew he was right when he read the same concern in Al's eyes. " Marc --would-- leave us to be with you and I don't want him to die at the Corps' hands. There must be a reason why he thinks you're worth the risk. You'd better not disappoint him." Pondering his next move, John said;" I'm sure Marc won't mind you moving in with him. We don't have any quarters to spare at the moment."

Al wanted to say something, but how? At a loss, he sought for a pen and some paper that Franklin had left behind in case he needed to address a nurse. After writing down some words, he handed the paper to Sheridan.

A bit curious, John quickly read the short message. " You're worried about the Corps? So am I, but I'll find a way to deal with them; I always do." A chuckle appeared on his face as he continued;" I never thought you would turn rogue one day." Flashing a wicked grin, he turned and left the room.

Stupefied, Al stared at the wall. ** I can't believe it!! I never thought Sheridan would let me stay. Marc! I need to tell him. ** Remembering he had sent his lover to his quarters, he slid back the thermo blanket and looked questioningly at his med gown. Grabbing the ends behind his back, he decided to sneak into the corridor in search of Doctor Franklin.

" You should be in bed!" Stephen chided him. A smirk crossed his features, seeing Al's flabbergasted look. " John told me you could stay. Let me guess; you want to tell Marc?"

< Yes, > Al replied and hoped Franklin wouldn't be upset to hear that mind voice.

" Want me to contact him and ask him to come to Medlab so you can tell him yourself?"

< If you can find him... > Al hesitantly smiled. To be reunited with the one person he loved and to be allowed asylum was too good to be true. Soon, he would wake up and discover it had all been nothing but wishful thinking!

" I'll get a hold of him," Stephen promised. " But I want you to return to bed now!"

Walking one step behind Al, Franklin made sure the other man lay down again. " In case you want to know; I found the virus which caused you to lose your voice. Antibiotics should take care of it. Your voice will be back in a couple of days, provided you rest," Franklin added and heard Al's relieved sigh.

" Marc? Stephen is looking for you. He wants you to go to Medlab." Garibaldi had been searching the Zocalo after Franklin had asked him to find the young man.

" Why?" Marc placed the clothes back onto the pile and searched the Chief's face. There was no worry in Garibaldi's eyes and Marc relaxed.

" Got something to do with your boyfriend," Garibaldi said with a grin on his face. It had always been fun to embarrass Marcus and now Marc seemed to react the same way. The young man blushed gracefully and smiled weakly.

" Never thought of Al in that way," he admitted shyly.

A warm laughter fled the Chief's lips; seeing the timid expression on that usually mischievous face amused him. " You're wasting time. I think --Al--, as you like to call him, will be anxiously waiting for you to show up!" he said teasingly.

Suddenly in a hurry, Marc forgot about the clothes that he had wanted to buy for Al and left the Zocalo.

Michael watched his departure, pondering how many things had changed during these last four months and couldn't help wondering what else was heading their way!

" Stephen? What's wrong?" Marc couldn't help worrying about Al. He knew his lover had had a rough time lately and was still apprehensive that the doctor would discover a complication as far as the healing process was concerned.

" Nothing's wrong, Marc. Al just wants to talk to you," Franklin replied quite amused. "Sometimes you do remind me of Marcus, the way you fuss over Al." Stopping this line of thought, he gestured Marc to step inside Al's room. " He's waiting for you."

Nodding his head, Marc left the doctor behind and knocked.

Al instinctively knew it was Marc. A moment later his lover appeared; his face flushed as if he had been running. < Marc, Captain Sheridan told me I could stay aboard Babylon 5. Looks like I'll be moving in with you very soon. >

" That's great!" Marc exclaimed and sat down on the bed. " When will Franklin let you go?"

< Not for a couple more days. He's quite protective of his patients! >

" Al?" Marc sensed his lover's worry; Al was trying to hide it, but wasn't doing a good job at it.

< It's just... I don't want to think about the Corps finding out I'm still alive. They will try and get to me, us. I fear for you, Marc. As long as you're close to me, you're in danger as well. >

" I don't care about living dangerously, Stee. Not as long as I'm near you," Marc whispered.

Al heard the name and was surprised to find that it no longer upset him. < I like it when you call me Stee, Marc. I never thought I would. >

" You've changed," Marc offered as explanation. Casting a quick look at the camera in the corner of the room, he cursed. If it hadn't been there, he would have flipped his lover onto his back to make him squirm and quiver. < I'm still horny. >

< Why am I not surprised? > Al shook his head in mock despair and pulled Marc closer to kiss his breath away.

PART 24

" Why do you want to perform this surgery, doctor? If I understand you correctly, the damage done by the PPG can't be repaired," Neroon said in a baffled tone. These humans continued to amaze him. They never gave up, no matter how small the odds were. Marcus had taken a seat next to him and he felt the ranger's eyes upon him. His lover had insisted on taking part in this conversation.

" I want to try, Neroon. Even though there's only a 10% chance that the surgery will be successful I need to know I did everything possible to repair the damage," Stephen said honestly. Studying them, Franklin wondered if they would be able to cope with another disappointment. Perhaps he should never have offered them this possibility. Although Marcus looked rested, Franklin knew that the ranger was still fighting bad memories.

" Neroon? I think you should let Stephen try," Marcus said eventually. Placing a hand on the Minbari's shoulder, he locked eyes with the headstrong warrior.

Neroon wasn't sure what decision to make. " Marcus, I don't expect this surgery to be successful, so why should I do it?"

" You've got nothing to lose, Neroon," Marcus replied softly, offering him nothing but the hard truth.

" You're right of course, but..." Neroon started to object, then stopped. Glancing at the doctor, he said;" I will give you permission to carry out this surgery, but I think it's useless."

" I understand," Stephen said, knowing Neroon was too afraid of disappointment to allow hope into his heart. " I want you to check in first thing in the morning. Let's say 0900 hours." Stephen smiled, pleased that Neroon had agreed in the end.

" You mentioned you wanted to talk to Marcus as well?" Neroon said, eager to change the subject.

" Yes," Franklin wished he knew how the ranger was going to react to this news. " Marcus, I want you to get some counseling. I managed to find a psychologist who's willing to start working with you." Stephen saw the annoyed expression in Marcus' eyes. The ranger had never thought he would actually have to do this. Raising a hand, the doctor smothered the protest Marcus was about to voice. " We both know your nightmares are bad and that you haven't dealt with your past. The memories are haunting you." Stephen noticed the nod of approval Neroon gave him.

" True words," Neroon mumbled and saw Marcus blush.

" You have to face that past, accept it, before you can move on," Stephen added in a concerned tone. Earlier on Marcus had promised him to accept counseling and Franklin hoped Marcus wouldn't reconsider his decision.

" I'm not going to confide in a stranger!" Marcus reacted, obviously upset.

" Ariel will counsel you. She's is no stranger, is she?" Stephen asked him in a soft tone.

" Ariel?" Neroon asked. Marcus had hardly told him anything about his mission on Vanastar. He only knew that the labyrinth had conjured up an image of Ranan to question his lover.

" She's Byron's sister and helped us escape," Stephen explained. " She expects you at her quarters at 1200 hours tomorrow, Marcus."

" But that's when you're operating on Neroon! I want to be here..." Marcus started to protest but was cut short by Franklin.

" Marcus, there's nothing you can do to help Neroon during the surgery," Franklin exchanged a glance with Neroon, he needed help in convincing the ranger.

" The doctor is right, Marcus," Neroon added. "Perhaps this Ariel can help you through this difficult time. " The Minbari gently took his lover's ice cold fingers in his hands and rubbed them." I know you suffer from nightmares. If she can alleviate the pain you carry... let her try." Neroon saw that the ranger was going to give in and felt relieved.

" I'll go to the appointment. I'll co-operate," Marcus promised reluctantly through clenched teeth. Although he knew they were right, he felt trapped.

"You made the right decision," Neroon said approvingly. " I'm proud to see you take another step on your road to recovery."

Stephen cleared his voice, the tension in the room was getting to him. " If you'd excuse me now... I need to start preparing for that surgery tomorrow," he said and ended their conversation by leaving the office.

Ariel sat down behind the Com-unit. Stephen had promised to send her Marcus' medical records so she would know what she was up against. It only took her a moment to locate and access the file.

Two hours later she rubbed her eyes. Reading Marcus' history had saddened her. She had felt his pain the moment he had entered the labyrinth, had known his pain would destroy the ancient maze, but she had never known what had happened to cause that amount of hurt in his soul. Now, she knew.

Caim had been the first one to break the ranger by violating his mind and erasing Marcus' memories. Ranan had been the one to complete Marcus' demise. She would have to address both of them during Marcus' counseling. ** I feel ashamed for what Caim did to him! Caim should have died a lot earlier. My own brother tortured him for three days! **

She needed a moment to compose herself. ** Ranan is the key to Marcus' recovery; he'll have to face his memories and he'll have to make his peace with Angel.** There were several options to accomplish that goal and she mentally reviewed them all. Using telepathy was tempting, but she realized she should refrain from doing so; too many people had already tampered with Marcus' mind. No, she would have to do this the old fashioned way!

The door chime sounded and tore her away from her pondering. " Enter," she said and felt curious; who would want to visit her?

Lennier was fighting down his nervousness to the best of his ability. His head was pounding in an absurd way and the blood was sizzling in his ears as the pressed the door chime. He wished he could run away, but the door opened and he had no other choice than to step inside. His hands were clammy as he hid them in the sleeves of his robes. ** I definitely have to go to Doctor Franklin. Something is wrong with me!** he thought and took another step inside.

Ariel stood in the center of the small room, dressed in a tunic made of soft blue fabric. Lennier remembered buying if for her. ** I was right; the color suits her eyes.** Her long, red hair shone like liquid gold. ** She must have showered,** Lennier realized and was shocked to feel a sexual response in his body. He tried to suppress it, not sure why it was there in the first place. Not even Delenn had this kind of effect on him and suddenly he understood these feelings coursing through him.** I am not ill! I have fallen in love with her! But that is impossible; I only love Delenn.** This realization scared him and he sighed mentally the moment his arousal diminished. Totally confused, he stood motionless in front of her, relishing the sparkle in her eyes.

Ariel avoided looking at him. His feelings were evident on his face and she knew that the day would come when they would have to face the truth. But Lennier would have to be the one to initiate that process. Till then, she had to wait. It would also give her some time to sort out her own feelings. ** He's never felt sexually attracted to someone else before. His mind is pure and innocent; so is his affection for Delenn. I'm sure he's still a virgin... Who am I to judge him? I'm one myself!** She shivered and remembered the Corps' attempts to force her to participate in their breeding programs. It had taken all her cunning to convince them she wasn't suitable to take part in them. She had even given them a demonstration of her powers, had let them go haywire, berserk. The Corps had become convinced it was too dangerous to mess around with her mind and they had settled for a set of her genes. Byron had helped her back then... Byron, the name caused her pain. ** I need time to mourn his death,** she realized. Remembering Lennier's presence she asked;" Is there something you wanted to talk to me about?" Finally, the embarrassing silence had been shattered.

" Yes... I..." Lennier stuttered, then grew silent. Looking her in the eyes was one of the hardest things he had ever done in his life. " I wondered if you would allow me to cook dinner for you tomorrow evening. I know how to prepare some human dishes. Delenn told me I am a good cook." He realized it sounded pompous, like he was trying to convince her she had to taste his cooking and felt shy all of a sudden. " I am sorry, if I sounded..."

Ariel interrupted him. She liked his company and was reminded of Franklin's remark that she should give the young Minbari a chance. Had Stephen known, even back then, that they might be good for each other?

" Lennier, I'd like to taste your cooking," she said with a hesitant smile on her face. " Just tell me what food items you need and I'll get them for you."

" No need to do so," Lennier replied." I will bring everything I need with me." He succeeded in hiding his excitement now that she had accepted his invitation.

An awkward smile crossed Marc's features as he studied Al through the observation window. Stephen had needed to examine Al and had told him to wait outside. Reluctantly, he had complied in the end. Al had practically thrown him out of the room as he'd realized that the young man wanted to stay present during the examination.

Now that the tests had been completed, Marc was eager to learn about the results. Al was still hooked up to one intravenous feed and was dozing off now that Franklin had left the room.

"He'll make a complete recovery. Give him a couple of days to rest," Franklin informed him. "I'm going to release him tomorrow afternoon."

" That's great!" Marc had spent quite some time making their quarters comfortable. Although the guestrooms were only meant to accommodate one person, they would manage just fine. " And what about his voice?"

" It will also return in a couple of days. The medication I gave him has started to work already," Stephen chuckled, seeing the eager anticipation in Marc's eyes. " You can go back inside. Just don't exhaust him, he still needs rest!"

" Me?? Exhaust him!! It's the other way around!" Marc echoed in amusement. Grinning wickedly, he left the observation area.

Al yawned; he suspected Franklin of slipping him some kind of sleeping meds. Why else would he feel this tired?

" Stephen forbade me to exhaust you. That rules out sex tonight!" Marc said teasingly as he entered the room.

Al peeked at him through half closed eyelids. < Marc, stop thinking about sex all the time!>

" No way! Franklin is going to release you tomorrow afternoon. Once you get to my quarters, I'll make sure you'll stay in bed. I can think off a number of ways to keep you there,.. pleasurable ways of course," Marc said, emphasizing those last words and sent Al an image of them being intimate.

< Why am I blushing?> Al wondered. Seeing Marc's smirk, he knew his lover had picked up on that particular thought. It was true though; his face had become flustered in mere seconds after receiving that sexual image. For one moment he wished his old arrogance would return so he could hide behind his mask.

" No, I like you better this way, Stee," Marc whispered sensually. " I want you! And now I have to wait till tomorrow!"

< Marc!> Lost for words, Al could only give in as Marc demandingly claimed his lips.

Marcus was cleaning up the mess they had made while preparing dinner. " We're both lousy cooks," he said amused.

" I know," Neroon agreed, feeling unusually chipper this evening. They had spent the entire day talking and watching each other. Marcus had finally told him some things that had occurred in the maze and every now and then the ranger had grown silent. Neroon had noticed the obvious pain in his green eyes and all he had been able to do was to stare into those orbs, waiting for his lover to continue the tale. His fingers had caressed Marcus' face and in the end the ranger had been able to tell the rest of his story. ** Franklin was right to insist you accepted counseling,** Neroon had realized.

Marcus' eyes had remained watered the rest of the day. Neroon had decided to take action to break his lover's sadness and had told him to push his wheelchair into the kitchen. " I heard of this human dish called pizza. We will prepare it for dinner," he had told Marcus. One hour later they had emerged from the kitchen; Marcus' dark hair had turned white because Neroon had ripped open the package containing the flour to bake the pizza. Yes, they had –tried-- making pizza and had made an abominable mess. In the end they had been forced to order in. But they had both laughed heartily while trying.

" I have to admit that this Chinese food was rather good," Neroon said as he used his powerful arms to heave himself onto the couch. Observing the ranger who was trying to get the last remnants of flour out of his hair, he noticed the slight trembling of those long, delicate fingers. " You're worried."

" Yes." Marcus knew denying the truth would be useless.

" Come and sit next to me," Neroon said and extended a hand to pull his lover closer.

Marcus immediately gave in and molded himself into Neroon's arms. ** This feels like heaven!**

" Tell me about your worries." Marcus needed to talk about what had happened to him.

" No," Marcus replied softly. " You're the one who needs to be comforted, Neroon. You're going to have surgery in the morning. I should be listening to you..." His voice shook and Marcus hated himself that moment for being so weak and selfish.

" When we exchanged our vows I told you there would always be a safe heaven for you in my heart. I meant it," Neroon sighed as Marcus rested his head against his shoulder.

" I'm afraid," Marcus confessed. ** Why am I telling him this? I should be the one supporting him!**

" What of?" Neroon's hand tangled in the soft hair and his other rested on the ranger's chest, near his heart.

" I shouldn't burden you with this," Marcus objected and tried to get off the couch, away from Neroon.

Puzzled by his lover's behavior, Neroon stopped him from leaving and pulled him back into the embrace. " What are you afraid of?" he repeated and used just enough strength to show Marcus that he wouldn't succeed in breaking free. ** I'm not letting you go until you tell me!**

" Being alone at night. Ranan..." Marcus whispered in embarrassment.

" I have confidence in you, Marcus. You will overcome your fears eventually. I have told you this many times before; give yourself time to heal." Wrapping both arms around his lover, he felt Marcus relax. " You're tired," Neroon remarked. " We should get some sleep." Not receiving any answer, Neroon cocked his head to look at the ranger; Marcus had fallen asleep in his arms.

They woke early the next morning. Marcus was surprised to find that they were lying down on the couch. Neroon's steady heartbeat made him feel comfortable and to feel those strong arms around his waist... he choked back a tear. There had been no nightmares last night to haunt him. He shivered as he realized that he would be all alone this evening.

" Good morning, my love," Neroon whispered softly. He had woken some minutes ago and cherished having his lover this close.

" We should get you to Medlab," Marcus said stretching carefully, not wanting to pull a muscle.

" In a moment." Neroon cupped his lover's chin in the palm of his hand, raised it and said;" I love you," then planted a passionate kiss on the ranger's lips, who squirmed in his arms.

" You'll take good care of him, won't you, Stephen?" Marcus said pleadingly. He was watching Neroon through the observation glass. Neroon had allowed Doctor Hobbes to hook him up to several medical devices after he had chased her off to change into a med gown. Saying good-bye for this short period of time had been hard on both of them.

" You know I will," Franklin chided him in a soft tone, trying to ease his friend's worries. " There's nothing you can do here. Why don't you help Al to get packed? He's being released this afternoon."

" All right, then," Marcus gave in. Casting one more glance at Neroon who was now laying down in the exam bed, Marcus knew the Minbari expected nothing from the surgery. It was best not to hope.

" He's in capable hands," Franklin said and led Marcus into the corridor. " Al's in this room. I need to get ready now." Stephen smiled reassuringly, then left.

" Can I come inside, Al?" Marcus waited for an answer.

< Yes. It's good to see you, Marcus.> Al had seriously considered leaving Medlab undetected, but had reconsidered that idea. Marc would be mad and force him to return.

" Feeling claustrophobic?" Marcus stepped inside and immediately recognized the emotion emanating from the man in the exam bed.

< Yes! This place is driving me insane. It's a prison.>

" I know what you're feeling, Al. I spent too many days here after Neroon beat me up." Marcus wished he hadn't said that, seeing the stunned look on Al's face. " Bugger, I wonder how many more times I'll have to tell this!"

PART 25

Ariel was anxiously waiting for Marcus to show up for his appointment. It was 1330 hours and the ranger was already 30 minutes late. ** Has he changed his mind? ** she wondered and grew worried. Sipping her tea, she hoped Marcus would arrive soon. Trying to avoid facing his problems would only make things harder on him. Although it might appear the easy way out, it wasn't. She sighed in relief hearing the door chime. " Yes," she said and smiled as the ranger hesitantly stepped inside.

" I'm sorry I'm late, but I was talking to Al and Marc and lost track of time," he apologized.

" It's okay, Marcus. You're here, which is all that matters. Make yourself comfortable on the couch." Walking into the kitchen area she said;" I've got some tea and caff; which would you prefer?"

" Right now I could use some caff," Marcus replied and told himself to calm down. His nervousness showed in his trembling voice. Searching her quarters with his eyes, he realized they were almost as Spartan as his old room had been. There was only one difference. She did own a bed!

" Then caff it will be!" she said and shot him a smile. Some moments later she carried the full mug to the coffee table.

" Thank you," Marcus mumbled and started to fumble with the cloth of his uniform. He knew she had volunteered to counsel him, but this situation made him feel awkward.

" You're welcome," she replied and settled down opposite him. ** He's nervous, ** she thought, ** I've to take this slow! ** She cleared her throat and asked;" Are you comfortable with me counseling you? If not, please tell me now before we get started."

" No, I don't mind that it's you. At least I know you," Marcus whispered. "But I never knew you were a psychologist."

" The Corps trained me. I have several degrees and spent a couple of years counseling patients." She didn't tell him that these men and women had been traumatized Psi Cops.

" I understand," Marcus said while warming his hand on the hot mug.

" How's Neroon? Stephen told me he's going to have surgery today?" She had to start somewhere to try and establish a basic sense of trust before she could move on to the really important questions.

" Stephen was still working on him when I left Medlab." Marcus stared into the steamy, dark liquid in his mug.

" I'm sure Stephen will do everything he can to help Neroon," she said reassuringly. Studying his body language told her to follow up on this question. " It must be hard on you as well.... Not being allowed to stay there."

" Yes, it is." Marcus placed the mug back onto the table, got up, and started pacing the room in an absent-minded way.

Ariel remained seated, but continued to observe him closely. She wouldn't need to push him into talking; he desperately needed someone to listen to him.

" There's only a 10% chance that it'll be successful, the surgery I mean. Neroon's a warrior, he's so damned proud. Now that he's paralyzed... he feels lost. I know he loves me, but he wanted to release me from my vow... he wanted to set me free." Suddenly, he looked her in the eyes, hoping she would understand him. " And I love him so much it actually hurts at times." Marcus stopped pacing and forced himself to sit down again. " I can only hope he'll be able to accept this. I want to be there for him. But I'm still afraid he'll try and push me away again." The ranger stared at her, hardly believing he had actually told her these personal things. Her eyes were warm, inviting him to share more of his pain.

" But there's more," she urged him on.

" Yes," Marcus admitted. " I need him!" was all he managed to choke out. A moment later he continued;" I -- can't -- be alone... I'm afraid of being alone."

Ariel watched him retreat behind his protective walls and knew the magic of the moment was gone. Marcus wouldn't tell her anymore. First he needed proof that he could trust her. Caim and Ranan had crushed his sense of trust and every time he met someone he wanted to trust he had to test them. She had expected that. " Lennier is coming over tonight to prepare dinner. Would you like to join us? Stephen won't let you near Neroon till tomorrow."

The idea was tempting to Marcus, but he didn't want to impose himself on others. " I'm not sure..."

" You must eat any way, Marcus," she said. " Please accept?"

No longer able to resist the offer, he replied;" I would love to."

" Excellent." Ariel smiled and rose to her feet. Walking over to her bed, she picked up two items. " Here, take these."

Curious, Marcus accepted them. "Pen and a paper notebook?"

" I want you to keep a diary. At night, when the nightmares haunt you, I want you to write them down as accurately as possible. Bring it with you when we have our next session," she instructed him.

Nodding his head, Marcus looked her in the eyes. " How long is this counseling going to take? Weeks?"

" Dealing with the trauma?"

" Yes," Marcus sighed seeing the compassion and warmth in her eyes.

" You've been through a lot, Marcus; amnesia, torture, rape." She saw him flinch as he heard that last word. " It's impossible to deal with this in mere weeks, Marcus." Ariel moved a little closer, but refrained from touching him. His eyes had taken on a pleading expression and she knew what he needed to hear. " I don't know how long this is going to take, Marcus. But I do know that your memories will stay with you for the rest of your natural life. Even after years, a sound, a scent, will take you back to Centauri Prime; to Ranan."

Marcus shivered; he knew it was the truth. Neroon had been right; he needed to give himself time to deal with this. He had been forcing himself to get over this as quickly as possible; had wanted to go back on duty again, but all the while doubt and pain had tugged at his mind. Now that Ariel had voiced that truth, he felt relieved. It was normal he needed more time and he would be given all the time he needed. The ranger appreciated that she had been honest with him.

"We'll have to find ways which will enable you to cope with the pain, the memories. It'll take a long time. You'll have to be strong or else Ranan will win in the end."

Hearing that name made him shiver, after a moment he managed to block it out. " Why did it have to happen to me? " he said eventually. He had been asking himself that question for months now, but this was the first time he actually spoke the words.

" I don't know, Marcus. " Ariel had no explanation for what had happened to him. " Bad luck," she added after a moment. " But you're on the road to recovery; you realize you need to talk this out and you came here today. It's a good start," she said and returned his hesitant smile.

" It's small, but it's our own place," Marc said and smiled the moment Al stepped into their new quarters.

Al's eyes were drawn to the bed, almost too small to accommodate two persons.

" We'll have to snuggle up to each other," Marc teased him.

Placing his small suitcase onto the floor, Al returned Marc's grin. < You arranged this on purpose, didn't you? >

" You know me too well, Stee!" Marc smiled and wrapped an arm around his lover's waist. " The doctor told you to rest!" Pulling him onto the bed, he started to unbutton Al's shirt.

< What are you up to? > Al shook his head, knowing only too well what Marc's plans were.

" I want you," Marc whispered, " to rest comfortably," he added in a wicked voice and pulled the comforter up to Al's shoulders, jumping off the bed himself. Seeing Al's stunned expression, his grin broadened. " You can rest... for now. Tonight I want you energetic and hungry... for me!"

< You're such a tease, Marc! > Al chided him, but made himself more comfortable in bed. Marc's sense of wit and true affection were the only medication he needed to heal.

" Just concentrate on resting... while you can!" Marc told him and headed to the small kitchen unit. " I hope you like Italian food," he said and started preparing dinner.

Al watched him till he began to doze off. The short walk from Medlab to these quarters had exhausted him. Something told him, he would be even more drained once Marc had had his way with him.

Nervous as hell, Lennier once more pressed the door chime. He was early; wanting to get dinner started; at 2200 he had to accompany Delenn to a meeting. He had never before tried making tortillas and had no idea if he could pull it off.

" Please step inside," Ariel said in a friendly tone. She still had to tell him that Marcus was joining keep for dinner, hopefully Lennier wouldn't mind.

" Thank you. Is there a place where I can put this?" Lennier showed her all the food items he had brought.

" You can put them on the counter in the kitchen," she told him and gestured him to follow her. "Lennier?" she started, watching him carefully.

" Yes?" He began sorting out the foodstuffs and tried to calm down the rapid beating of his heart. Every time he was near her, it started to pound like mad. ** Does Delenn feel like this when she's near the Captain? ** he mused privately. He wasn't sure how to deal with these feelings. ** I must keep them from her, ** he decided.

" I invited Marcus to dinner. Do you mind? Neroon had surgery today and Marcus is climbing the walls."

Lennier felt a sudden twinge of jealousy; he had thought he would be alone with her tonight and now... ** I am acting selfishly! Marcus needs support and I always considered him a good friend. ** Chiding himself, he felt guilty. " Marcus will always be welcome," he whispered.

Ariel's reaction completely stunned him. " I knew you'd understand, Lennier. Thank you," Ariel shyly placed a kiss on his left cheek, then quickly turned away from him to set the table.

Feeling a cozy warmth all over his body, Lennier imagined he could still feel her lips where they had touched his skin. Why had she done that? Lennier saw her hasty retreat and felt indecisive. ** Focus on preparing dinner. You do not know why she acted like that. **

Ariel was going through the same confusion. ** Why did I -- kiss-- him?!** She had acted on impulse, when she had sensed his inner conflict. In the end he had come through and she had wanted to show him she appreciated that decision. ** But I should have used words instead! ** Ariel forced herself to return to the kitchen; she was determined not to address the kiss. She was going to ignore it. " Is there anything I can do to help?"

" Do you know how to cut these into slices?" Lennier pointed at a small bag of onions.

" Yes, I do." Ariel confirmed. " Will there be enough for the three of us?"

Lennier nodded his head; lost in watching her slender fingers. ** How am I going to deal with

this? ** Raising his eyes, he peeked at those seducing lips. ** Valen, help me! **

Marcus had been racking his brain as to what he could get Ariel to thank her for the dinner invitation. A bottle of wine perhaps? No, Lennier would be there as well and Minbari didn't drink alcohol.

Walking by another stand, he smelled a familiar scent, something sweet... Chocolate. ** That's it! ** he thought, but almost choked when he discovered how damn expensive it was. In the end he bought some and had it gift wrapped, wondering what Minbari might think of its taste. That thought reminded him of Neroon.

He had placed a call to Stephen to inquire about Neroon's condition. The doctor had told him to let Neroon rest till tomorrow. They had to wait. There had been complications and Franklin wasn't sure the surgery had been successful. The doctor's dark stare had made Marcus feel apprehensive; he realized the reconstruction surgery had failed.

Feeling depressed, he wondered how Neroon would react to this news. The Minbari had told them that he didn't expect the surgery to work, but deep within his heart, Neroon must have hoped it would. ** I'll have to deal with this tomorrow. Perhaps... Ariel can give me some guidelines. **

Marcus had thought about having her as a counselor and the more he had thought about it, the better he'd liked that particular idea. It would take some of the pressure off his shoulders and he needed someone to confide in besides Neroon, who needed to recover.

Walking slowly to her quarters, he squeezed the package containing the chocolates a bit too hard, but he never noticed it. His thoughts were elsewhere; how was he going to get through the night on his own? Would he be able to sneak into Medlab if necessary to be close to Neroon?

** Stephen will expect that, ** he realized and felt miserable. ** At least I won't have to spend the evening on my

own. ** He'd arrived at Ariel's quarters and after pressing the door chime, he stepped inside. Amazed, he looked at Lennier who was busy shoving something into the oven. There was a certain blush on his friend's face that he had never seen before. The next thing he noticed was the sensually colored feelings swirling around the young Minbari.

" Marcus! It'll take another 30 minutes before dinner's ready, please sit down," Ariel welcomed him and hurried out of the kitchen.

** It almost seems like she's trying to get away from him. Does Ariel know...? ** Concentrating on Lennier, Marcus tried hard not to show his bafflement. ** Lennier's in love with her!! But what about Delenn? ** he thought and remembered Lennier's confession after Nightwatch had kidnapped Delenn. He had tried warning his friend; pointing out to him how dangerous such a vow could be. Lennier hadn't listened. Realizing Ariel was waiting for him to take a seat, he handed her the small present.

" You shouldn't have done that!" she chided him. Ariel couldn't remember the last time someone had given her a present and it made her blush.

Amused, Marcus watched her reaction. It was obvious she hadn't been spoiled these last years. Sensing her joy, Marcus smiled contentedly.

Lennier moved to stand next to her and tried to peek over her shoulder as she unwrapped the present. Another flash of jealousy washed through him and he felt ashamed for it. He was being overly sensitive; this was the first time ever he felt possessive of a person. Lennier wanted to hold her, explore her delicate skin. His fingertips began to burn and he hid them behind his back.

Marcus had noticed that short attack of jealousy and grinned. He'd almost given up hope that Lennier would fall in love with someone else besides Delenn who was out of his reach. Perhaps he could push the young Minbari into revealing his interest in her.

Ariel picked up on his intentions; Marcus rarely shielded his thoughts. Her fingers quickly pulled away the last piece of paper and she stared at the pieces of chocolate. " It's been... years since I tasted one of these!" she exclaimed and showed the contents to Lennier. " You must try one as well. After dinner, as dessert!"

Seeing that bright smile, Lennier's mood improved as well. " I prepared something called ice tea? I would like you to try it."

" Now you've made me curious!" Ariel admitted and accompanied him to the kitchenette to help him carry the glasses. Looking at the ice tea, she saw several slices of lemon drifting on top of the liquid. Fruit was very expensive and she felt a bit guilty he'd spent so much money for dinner. She made a great show of putting everything down and pouring the liquid into the glasses. After handing one to Marcus, she tasted it herself. " This is delicious, Lennier. Be careful or else I'll force you to prepare dinner for me as long as I'm on the station!" She caught his delighted glance and couldn't repress a gentle smile. ** What the hell am I doing? Encouraging him like this??**

Grinning, Marcus studied the silent exchange between them; it definitely appeared that Lennier had a chance with her. This dinner suddenly seemed a lot more attractive. Thanking, plotting on how to get them to reveal their feelings, Marcus thought; ** I'm playing matchmaker again! ** and chuckled.

Two hours later they had finished dinner. Ariel smiled lazily; it had been years since she'd eaten this much. " Delenn was right. You're an excellent cook," she complimented Lennier, who immediately started to blush. ** He looks cute when his face's flustered, ** she mused.

Marcus had remained quiet during most of dinner. It was rather obvious that Lennier was enchanted by her and wanted to impress her. ** This is the first time I caught him showing off! ** After watching them for two hours he had reached the conclusion that the attraction was mutual; although Ariel shielded her emotions almost perfectly, some interest managed to seep through her barriers.

" Incoming message," the computer announced, spoiling the fun they'd had.

" Accept and play message," Ariel told the computer. Delenn's face appeared on the Com screen; she seemed worried.

" Lennier? I have been waiting for 30 standard minutes now. Have you forgotten about the Ambassador's weekly meeting?" she reminded him, while her eyes scanned the room.

" I forgot?! I apologize, Delenn. I will join you in a moment," Lennier quickly got to his feet. Looking at the dirty dishes, he felt bad for leaving Ariel stuck with this mess.

"It's alright, Lennier. I'll clean off the table. Thank you for this incredible meal," Ariel rose to her feet and returned Lennier's polite nod.

The young Minbari hurried out of the room, not sure what made him feel guiltier: abandoning Ariel and Marcus like this or neglecting his duties as Delenn's aide.

" He panicked seeing Delenn's face," Marcus said after Lennier had left the room and helped Ariel carry the dishes to the sink.

" Just leave them there. I'll do them in the morning." Ariel checked the time and realized it was 2200 hours. " Do the Ambassadors always meet this late?"

" I don't know what they do all evening, but I've seen Londo emerge from that meeting rather drunk!" Marcus chuckled. It was an informal meeting and he knew the Captain would be present as well. " I had a great time this evening; thanks for inviting me over," Marcus smiled.

" You're more than welcome, Marcus. You make good company." Ariel gestured him to sit down on the couch and uncovered the pieces of chocolate. " Do you want one?" she said and offered them to the ranger.

Tempted, Marcus nodded his head and slid one into his mouth. ** This chocolate's delicious! They're worth all those credits. **

Ariel studied him while eating one herself. Was Marcus still afraid to be alone all night? She decided to proceed with caution. " Any news on Neroon yet?"

" Actually I wanted to talk to you about Neroon. Stephen thinks the surgery didn't do any good. Neroon will probably remain paralyzed for the rest of his life." Marcus looked at her pleadingly; he needed some guidance.

Not expecting such bad news, Ariel placed the small box on the coffee table. " Did Stephen tell you he was certain of that fact?"

" No. Neroon has to regain consciousness first and try moving his legs, but Stephen was pessimistic."

" Why don't you wait a little longer before jumping to conclusions?" Ariel advised him.

" Like Neroon, I'm afraid to hope for too much."

" What about tonight. What about being alone?" Ariel wanted to know. She knew he wasn't ready yet to take that next step and wanted to offer him a way out.

Marcus shivered; he had successfully blocked out that thought during dinner. He wanted to answer her, but couldn't find the right words to express his fear.

" You can sleep on the couch if you want to," Ariel said, curious for his reaction.

" I can?" Marcus never expected that offer. He wasn't sure he should accept though. Sooner or later he would have to face his demons. ** But not tonight, ** he thought relieved. " Thank you. I would like that."

PART 26

Ariel tentatively reached out with her mind to see if Marcus was soundly asleep. She had given him one of her blankets after ordering the computer to slightly raise the room temperature. ** Yes, he's definitely asleep. ** Silently, she pushed back the comforter and moved over to the sofa. Marcus had turned onto his side, facing away from her. ** Excellent. **

Gently placing her fingertips on his temple, she focused on his mindscape and caught the approaching nightmare, which was about to consume the ranger. Normally she wouldn't meddle with his dreams, but she needed him fast asleep so she could leave without being noticed. There was something she had to do.

Carefully, she slid a soothing thought over his troubled dreams and saw him relax. Her tactic worked nicely. Probing a little deeper, she took care of the other lingering bad dreams. This way he was going to sleep undisturbed for a couple of hours. She needed that time! Stroking some dark locks out of his face, she smiled. It would take the ranger some time to heal, but Marcus was strong enough to deal with the trauma eventually.

She stepped into the small bathroom and changed her clothing; choosing some black pants and a grey shirt. After brushing her long hair, she forced it into a braid. Glancing at Marcus, she knew she had to do this; it was the one thing she could do to --really-- help the ranger.

Thankfully the door hardly made any sound as it opened and after peeking outside, she stepped into the corridor. It was after midnight and she hoped most people would be asleep by now. Secretly sneaking through the bowels of the station, she headed for Medlab.

Neroon felt dizzy; his hands clawed the sides of the bed. Only moments ago he had regained consciousness and a nurse, who had been sitting at his bedside, had told him to stay calm and rest. His energy had vanished completely and he had meekly complied with her demand. Acting on impulse he had tried moving his legs, but his back had been bandaged heavily and he lacked the strength to even make the attempt, so he had given up.

Franklin had then visited him for a short while, telling him he needed to be patient and that there had been complications during the procedure. In his eyes, Neroon had read the brutal truth. The doctor knew the surgery had resulted in failure. The little hope he had cherished had been crushed. He had no other choice than to accept his fate. He would be paralyzed for the rest of his life. After their short conversation he had slipped back into sleep, had surrendered to the dark void of forgetfulness.

First Ariel made sure not too many people were inside before entering Medlab. There was only one nurse who was looking after the patients during the night. She would be able to sneak inside without being found out. Now she had to find Neroon's room. ** I couldn't save Byron, but I can help Neroon, ** she thought resolved.

A tiny voice objected fiercely to her plan. ** You shouldn't be doing this, --now--. Not so long ago you gave some of your energy to Al and you haven't fully recovered yet. Helping Neroon will drain you even more! **

** Shut up, ** she told that irritating voice. ** I know I'm exhausting myself, but I can't stand by and do nothing! ** Ariel stopped walking as she arrived at Neroon's room. Opening the door, she searched his mind. ** Still slightly drugged. **

Neroon wouldn't sense her presence and she moved closer, studying the Minbari. Even lying down in bed he looked impressive. Cocking her head, she traced his bonecrest with her eyes. Asleep, all his natural mental barriers were down and she slipped into his mind without effort. She only wanted to know if he truly loved the ranger. ** Yes, he does, ** she thought, oddly pleased with this result. She let her hands hover above his body. Every time she used her powers to heal others, it seemed to be less difficult to focus in on their injuries. She had noticed that after she had helped Al come back from the dead.

But this would be hard nonetheless. She had to direct her energy to a specific location within his body, his spinal cord. ** I must be crazy. I don't even know if I can pull this off! ** After a moment's hesitation, she gathered her mental energy and focused on the Minbari's injury.

She quavered as the energy flowed from her hands to meld with Neroon's body. Allowing her mind to guide the blue flash of energy, she found the severed spinal cord; it had been brutally ripped apart by the PPG blast. Franklin hadn't been able to repair the damage during surgery. ** This will take some time, ** she realized and hoped no one would discover her while she was working on him.

Ariel lost track of time as she continued to repair the spinal cord; she knew it could be done. But with the precision and effort needed it took her a long time to accomplish the task she had set for herself. It drained her of her strength very quickly. That annoying voice had been right; she hadn't yet had the chance to replace the energy she had lost so recently. ** But I can't stop now! I'm almost finished; one more moment and then.... ** Swaying on her feet, she leaned against the wall. Had she been successful? ** I need to know for sure I got it right! **

Examining her handy work, she realized the spinal cord had been reattached; all functions had been repaired. Neroon would be able to walk again. ** My job is finished here. I need to leave before Franklin shows up. ** Although she had revealed her secret to Lennier and Al, she didn't want the others to know about her abilities yet.

Getting out of Medlab was her first priority now and she moved along the wall, supporting her tired body with her hands. ** I can't go back to my quarters. Seeing me like this would only upset Marcus. But where else to go?? **

Lennier had been impatient and had asked Delenn permission to leave the informal meeting.

Delenn had given that permission instantly. He had seen the loving expression in her eyes as she had stared at John Sheridan. The Captain had answered that glance with a passionate one of his own and Lennier had felt the urge to run out of the conference room. He had barely been able to control himself as he realized what a fool he had been. All this time he had been following her around with adoring eyes and only now did he see the mistake he had made. What if he hadn't fallen in love with Ariel? Would he have spent the rest of his life with wishful thinking? It was obvious Delenn and the Captain were meant to be together!

" I have been such a fool. Marcus tried to warn me, but I did not want to listen," he whispered in a sad tone. Now he had fallen in love with Ariel and she seemed out of reach as well. Her powers didn't intimidate him. Somehow, he felt like he had known her his entire life; her mere presence seemed familiar and all he wanted right now was to be near her. ** I cannot impose myself on her. She accepted my dinner invitation though... Maybe she was only being polite? ** he thought and tried to subdue a panic attack. What if she didn't even like him?

He had never before felt this confused and insecure. Delenn had always been confident in her love and Sheridan had never hidden his attraction towards her. The jealousy he had always felt had disappeared now that his attention was completely focused on Ariel. Lennier even understood Neroon's possessiveness of Marcus. That realization actually scared him. Lost in thought, he strolled through the corridors, hardly paying any attention to his surroundings or the people he encountered; he didn't even know where he was headed... No, he did know, Ariel's quarters.

Ariel was wandering aimlessly through green sector; hoping she wasn't going to run into someone she knew. ** I need to rest, recharge. I've overestimated my strength! ** she realized and sighed. With her back against the wall, she slid onto the floor. Her legs had turned to jelly. ** Only a moment... I'll only rest for a moment, no longer, ** she kept telling herself. In her foggy state of mind, she didn't register the soft footfalls closing in on her.

Lennier couldn't believe his eyes; this had to be a trick of the mind. He had been thinking of Ariel and now he found her here? Sitting on the floor? " Ariel?" he whispered softly. " Can you hear me?" Not getting a response, he lowered himself and sat on his heels. " Ariel?" he tried again. Her eyes were closed and her breathing shallow. Had something happened to her? Was she ill? " I will take you to Medlab," he said resolved.

" No... Not Medlab," she mumbled beneath her breath.

" You need medical attention," Lennier pointed out to her. Determined to look after her, he gently took hold of her wrist and checked her pulse. Her paleness scared him and the drained expression in her eyes urged him to take the initiative. " Why do you not want to go to Medlab? Surely Doctor Franklin can help you," he wanted to know.

" I'm not going to Medlab," Ariel briefly opened her eyes and glared at him.

" Then I shall escort you back to your quarters. Why did you leave them?" Lennier decided to act and wrapped an arm around her waist to pull her to her feet.

" I can't go to my quarters either. Marcus was afraid of nightmares," she had to pause to catch her breath," and I offered to let him to sleep on my couch. He accepted. I don't want to startle him." Unsteady on her feet, Ariel suddenly realized how easily Lennier supported her weight. He wasn't as frail as he looked.

Shaking his head in dismay, Lennier said;" You need to lie down. Please let me take you to your quarters," he tried again. It was obvious that she had no more strength left in her body and Lennier placed another arm underneath her knees to sweep her off her feet. Tightly holding onto her, he carried her through the corridor.

Embarrassed, Ariel wanted to protest but her body refused to cooperate. In the end, she rested her weary head against his shoulder. " Where are you taking me?" was all she managed to say.

" Somewhere safe." Lennier wanted to refrain from telling her more. Ariel would only continue to protest against his actions.

" Please tell me," she said pleadingly. Instinctively, she wrapped an arm around his neck to strengthen the hold she had on him. The last thing she wanted was to fall onto the floor.

" One of Delenn's guests left the station this morning. Her guest quarters are empty now. We can use them until they get reassigned." Tenderly cradling her in his arms, Lennier smiled. Only moments ago holding her had seemed an unreachable goal and now she was in his arms. Feeling protective, Lennier studied her. Ariel's eyes had closed and a weak smile graced her features. ** She is beautiful, ** he thought. Startled, he realized that he wanted to kiss her. His instincts were taking over as he was being overrun by alien emotions; feelings he had denied himself for so long now. ** I never knew I could feel this intensely! **

Some moments later he arrived at the guest quarters he had mentioned to her. After stepping inside he searched for a place to lay her down. There was only a tilted platform in the room so he carried her over to it and gently placed her on the traditional bed. ** I still do not know what happened to her. She looks tired, exhausted and her skin is awfully

pale. **

Concerned, Lennier pulled up a chair and sat down next to her. " Ariel? What were you doing in that corridor this late at night? When I left you and Marcus it looked like you were going to stay inside." Lennier watched her closely and realized she hadn't heard him. Ariel had fallen asleep.

** I cannot leave her alone, ** Lennier thought and hoped Delenn wouldn't need him. Should that happen he would have to explain his absence and he didn't like talking to Delenn about Ariel. This young human female was his secret and he wasn't willing to share her with anyone. ** Is this the way Neroon feels about Marcus? I never understood his possessiveness, but now... the thought of leaving her, hurts! **

Ariel was too tired to open her eyes. She wasn't asleep and Lennier's thoughts were all over the place. Feeling uncertain, she pretended to be asleep to think of a way to address the young Minbari and his affectionate feelings for her. ** I'm going to leave Babylon 5 once Marcus can deal with his past on his own. The Corps will shortly come after me. Lennier shouldn't fall in love with me. I'll only disappoint and hurt him! **

Hours past quickly and Marcus slept soundly in Ariel's quarters. In Medlab, Neroon's dreams were troubled. The Minbari dreamt of a hazy future, wearing the robes of the Religious Caste. Ariel was being watched over by an anxious Lennier who was still debating with his conscience whether or not to take her to Medlab against her wishes.

Al however, couldn't sleep. Although Marc rested in his arms, he felt worried and apprehensive. The Corps would come after him and Ariel. Franklin might be convinced that Sheridan could take care of that threat, he wasn't that sure. The Corps was extremely powerful and it was only a matter of time before they would send bloodhounds to track them down. Al wondered whom they would choose. There were several options. Caught up in his pondering, Al didn't notice Marc wake up.

His lover's troubled thoughts had brushed against his mind and Marc slowly opened his eyes, focusing on Al's worries. Reaching out with his mind, Marc gasped feeling Al's concern. " You're scared! " he said eventually. The fact that someone, something, could actually frighten his lover baffled him. Al was a P12. There were only a few people on Earth who could be considered his equal when it came down to telepathic abilities.

Hearing that statement, Al realized Marc was awake. < I've never been afraid before, > he admitted honestly.

" Stee? From what I saw in your mind your parents wanted you to change certain things concerning the Corps. It may have taken some time, but it looks like they might get their wish after all. You and the Corps have become enemies now that you've turned rogue." Marc looked him in the eyes and allowed for one hand to tangle in his lover's short hair. " The uniform, the gloves, the pin.... You no longer wear them."

< True, > Al admitted. He had left those items behind in the labyrinth. < I should wear gloves though, being a telepath,> he said apologetically.

" Why don't you create your own rules? Ariel doesn't care about those gloves." Marc propped himself onto his elbows. " You have the chance to begin a new life. Maybe you can help others? Rogues? Telepaths who need help, guidance but who don't want to turn to the Corps? If your parents wanted you to start something new, why don't you?"

< Those are dangerous thoughts, Marc. Rebelling against the Corps? Forming some sort of opposition consisting of telepaths? That would mean war, Marc. As long as I keep low profile they might be inclined to let me be, but once I start working against them...> Al fought temptation. He had had the same idea not so long ago. But he couldn't do this. He was alone; the Corps was too influential. It would be suicide to carry out this absurd plan.

Marc saw the doubt in his lover's eyes. There was no need to dive into his thoughts; Al's hesitance was apparent. Hell, he understood his lover's reluctance. Taking on the Corps... " Babylon 5 might support you," he added after a moment's thought. Looking at the issue on an official level, one might even consider Talia rogue and Ariel... She fought her father and the Corps." Marc sighed. He'd planted the seed of doubt in his lover's mind. Now it was up to Al to make a decision.

< I know my parents thought I might be their last hope but what did they expect me to do after I'd grown up? > Al tried hiding his beginning excitement. He had never before allowed bad odds to stop him. Why start now?

" Don't deny you like the idea, Stee," Marc said, emphasizing that name. Although Al was still wavering, Marc knew his lover would accept the challenge in the end.

< First I'm going to talk to Ariel and maybe Talia and Lyta. I can't do this on my own, Marc. Should I decide to openly oppose the Corps I'll need backup. >

" There must be hundreds of rogue telepaths who would help you. Is there a way for you to attain their data? Whereabouts, stuff like that?" Marc watched the blaze form in his lover's eyes. ** He needed a goal, a purpose. ** Marc suddenly realized.

< There --might-- be a way, > Al revealed to him. < That is, if my access codes still work. >

Ariel woke after several hours of undisturbed sleep. Cracking open her eyes she wondered where she was. This wasn't her cell inside the labyrinth... ** My guest quarters on Babylon 5 perhaps? ** she thought, and then had to reconsider. She was lying on a tilted platform. The fog, which had clouded her thoughts lifted, and she remembered her trip to Medlab to heal Neroon. Lennier had found her while she had been trying to get to a quiet place where she would be able to rest. He had brought her here.

Moving her head, she studied the young Minbari who had fallen asleep in the chair. Barely refraining from reading his dreams, Ariel sighed deeply. This was such a mess! Lennier wasn't supposed to love her! The worst thing was that she was beginning to feel the same way about him. Lennier's gentleness and innocence were like soothing balm to her emotional scars.

** I can't allow this to happen! What if he gets killed? Byron left me... Lennier will do the same. It's better not to

feel, ** she thought saddened. Unable to remain in his company any longer, she tried to swing her feet to the floor. But she was weaker than she had believed she ever could be. Her body seemed to be made of cotton and she fell to the floor. At the last moment, she managed to catch her fall with her hands.

The strange noise woke Lennier at once. His eyes grew wide as he discovered the huddled figure on the floor. "Ariel? What are you doing?" Immediately he got up from his chair to kneel beside her.

" I need to get back to my quarters. Marcus will wake up any moment now and he shouldn't be alone. I had planned to return earlier. There's a chance the nightmares tormented him this last hour." Ariel made one more attempt to stand on her own. Lennier had to support her.

" I will not let you fall," he assured Ariel while walking her to the door. " You are very stubborn."

Chuckling softly, she replied; " You're stubborn as well, Lennier. Do you ever do what you're told?"

" We Minbari live to serve," he said in an amused tone.

" You do? Could have fooled me!" Ariel knew she had to assure him she was all right; otherwise he would never walk her to her quarters.

" Are you sure you can cover the distance?" Lennier asked in a worried tone. " I --can-- carry you."

The chuckle changed into warm laughter as she heard his last words. " I'm sure you can!" Ariel immediately berated herself. She had been determined not to let him into her heart but somehow Lennier had found a way in.

PART 27

Marcus woke up screaming. His eyes fluttered open just in time to escape the sneaky nightmare. He had been back in Ranan’s cell and the things he had remembered were still painful. Quickly he sat up straight and looked at his fingernails. How was it possible he had forgotten about that? But the dream had brought it back. Marcus snatched the pen and notebook from the coffee table. Ariel had asked him to make his first entry before going to sleep last night, but his eyes had closed before he’d had a chance to do so.

Staring at the blank pages, he placed the tip of the pen onto the paper. Ariel had advised him to write down his nightmares and although he didn’t think it would do much good, he was inclined to give it a try. But as he moved his hand to write the intended words, his fingers trembled. If he wrote down what he had remembered; what had happened in that cell, he wouldn’t be able to push it away any longer. The brutal truth would be staring back at him from the paper. ** Can I do this? ** he wondered.

Suddenly Marcus understood why she wanted him to do this and he looked over at her bed to see if she had woken up yet. He was baffled to find her bed empty. Quickly casting a look around her quarters, he reached the conclusion that he was all alone in the room. Shivering, the ranger picked up the pen again, determined to do this.

I don’t know where to start. I don’t know what to write or how to write it. I thought I had dealt with this weeks ago when Neroon made me open up to him, but now I realize I have been lying to him and myself. I have been pushing this away from me for a long time. Tonight I remembered something, which scared me. Even Neroon doesn’t know and I… I can’t write it all down now. I must do this in small steps.

I always tried to hide in a corner of that cell when I heard his, Ranan’s, footfalls in the corridor. He walked slowly, like a predator stalking his victim. Once he had reached the door he would halt for a moment to look inside through the peephole. That was the moment I knew he was going to come inside.

Before he made me wear the collar I tried to get away from him, but once it was around my neck he used it to force me to do his bidding. There were times I thought, hoped, he would let me suffocate, let me die… but something stopped me from giving in. In retrospect I think it was my subconscious telling me to hang in there, to get back to Neroon but I didn’t know that at the time.

Marcus rubbed his eyes and looked at the text. There was only one thing he wanted to do and that was to write it all down, every disgusting detail. Perhaps this way he would get it out of his system. This intense feeling scared him for a moment, but then he started to write again.

Ranan was a tall man. His Centauri hairstyle made him look even more intimidating and he was my master. I really believed that. The first time he…

Marcus paused; had to stop as that thought came alive to him. There had been so much pain and fear. The memory emotionally strangled him and he had to move over to the kitchenette to drink some water. He stared at the notebook, those first paragraphs. There was no escape. The words had to be written. There was no one watching over his shoulders. No one needed to know what he had written. Cross-legged, he sat down on the floor and rested his arms on the small coffee table. ** I want to do this.**

After he locked me up in that dreadful cell he left me alone for some hours. That time is kind of hazy. I do remember feeling lost and afraid. I only remembered that little prayer I repeated during my escape. Angel. I didn’t know that wasn't my real name. Today, when Neroon calls me Angel it doesn’t hurt any more, but it does make me think back to that time on Centauri Prime and how he saved me, cared for me when I was helpless.

Ranan took his time getting back to my cell. I was cold and my head hurt awfully. What was he going to do with me? What were his plans? Why had he brought me here? I needed those answers. After his first ‘visit’ I wished I had never found out. He brutally raped me, I…

Anxiously Marcus got up and began pacing the room. Writing everything down forced him to face his past head on. A tear appeared in his eye and he allowed it to creep down his cheek. After a moment he sat down again.

His fingernails… Ranan had long, sharp fingernails, which he ran over my skin, breaking it. I still smell the metallic stench of blood on my skin. It left me with scars on my back. Every time I study myself in the mirror I see them. Ugly, red scars, which must have been infected once. An ugly reminder of my past. I wrapped my arms around myself after Ranan left. He left me feeling ashamed, worthless and even today I’m fighting those feelings inside my mind.

Marcus stared at the wall, seeing nothing. ** Why am I doing this to myself? I’m putting myself through this ordeal again and this time, voluntarily. Is it part of the healing process? Ariel told me to write about the nightmares.** The pen burned the flesh of his fingers as he placed the tip onto the paper once more.

I watched the sun go down that evening through a small window, which was barred so I couldn’t escape. Sometimes, I heard muffled screams indicating I wasn’t the only prisoner there.

The next day he taught me the meaning of the word ‘marak’. He told me he was going to break me, so I would beg my master to be raped. That’s the worst thing about it, he succeeded in doing that. Every day he came to my cell to force me, to make me scream in pain. Later he demanded I begged him to continue and I did!

Disgusted with himself, with his weakness, he clenched his fist and slammed it into the table.

At the end of the fourth day I begged him. He had tightened the collar in such a way that I would have died had I not spoken the words, but that doesn’t make it right. I should have been stronger! But I was weak.

Marcus placed the pen on the table and reread the words. They made him shiver with loathing. ** I blame myself for what happened.**

Ranan did this to me, but in my mind I blame myself.

Another memory entered his mind and he started writing again, like a crazed man fighting for his sanity.

His laugh, his malicious laugh. It still rings in my ears. He always laughed when ‘teaching’ me obedience. Ranan liked to push me onto my stomach and then place his full body weight on top of me. I could hardly breathe at times and that collar…

Trembling over his entire body he pulled the blanket down from the sofa. It wasn’t cold here but he needed to cover himself up. He didn’t know why… For a brief instant he wondered about Ariel’s sudden disappearance but he was too caught up in his memories to end that thought. There was one more thing he had to write down about Ranan.

He manipulated my body, caressing bruised skin and used it against me. Then when I was erect he would punish me, tell me slaves didn’t deserve to come. I believed him, even apologized to him for the betrayal of my body. He would be pleased then, even give me some food and water.

Those eight days in that cell changed me, altered me. It took every ounce of Neroon’s love and patience to set the healing process in motion. Neroon knows what happened on Centauri Prime. I don’t need to lie to him or to act tough. I don’t need to pretend I’m fine.

A smile crossed his slightly wet face and as he wiped away some last tears Marcus focused on the love he felt for the warrior.

Had it not been for Neroon I would be dead now. He bought me, a slave. I remember standing on that scaffold, waiting for my next master. Neroon never took advantage of that situation.

Not that I expected him to do that. Now that I am able to read his emotions I understand the depth of his feelings for me. His love is honest. Neroon has always been there for me, even when I tried my hardest to push him away. But…(I’m hesitant to write this down)… I still don’t understand why he loves me, why he chose me as his partner. No matter how often he explains his reasons for doing so I can’t ‘believe’ them. I still feel ashamed. Will I ever stop feeling like this deep inside? Neroon knows of my doubts and wants me to voice them, but…

How can I explain something to him I don’t understand myself? This ghost, Ranan’s defiling legacy, will always be there. I know that now. During these last weeks I tried my best to deny that truth, but I must accept it. That’s why Ariel asked me to make entries in this notebook. I feel strangely relieved now. This isn’t over yet, but I can confront his ghost now. Neroon will back me up. Ariel will guide me. Even Marc and Al will be there should I need them. Do I really have this many friends? And what about Stephen, Garibaldi and Ivanova?

The ultimate truth finally hit him and he pushed the tip harder onto the paper.

I’m not alone any more!!

Only then did he realize that Neroon would probably be waking up right now after having had surgery. ** I need to go to Medlab!** he berated himself softly. Marcus closed the notebook and slid it into one of his pockets. Later, after he had talked to Neroon, he was going to write down a lot more.

The ranger got to his feet and placed the blanket onto the sofa, then made his way over to the door.

Lennier and Ariel were standing in front of her quarters. She was about to punch in her code when a sudden thought entered her mind. That thought wasn’t hers. It was Lennier’s.

** I want to kiss her,** Lennier realized with a start. Confused he stared into her burning eyes. He had never kissed a woman before and had no idea what to do and how to approach her.

Ariel was torn between running hard out of the corridor and pressing her lips softly on his. They shouldn’t be doing this. It would only complicate matters and cause him pain once she had to leave to stay one step ahead of the Corps. ** We need to talk this out now.** That prospect made her feel shy and awkward. She couldn’t even ask him in to discuss this because Marcus was asleep on the sofa. “ Lennier? “ she whispered.

His eyes grew big as he caught that expression in her eyes. ** She knows!!** he realized and felt scared. Lennier couldn’t bring himself to take the initiative and waited for her to continue.

“ I know you’re attracted to me, Lennier. I’m flattered; I really am, but you made the wrong choice. The Corps is looking for me and it won’t be long before I have to leave this station. I don’t want you heart broken because of me. I’m not worth it, believe me.”

“ Ariel, stop,” Lennier said in a determined tone and wondered about this sudden courage. “ Please do not make this decision for me. I know about heartache. All this time I was in love with Delenn I denied the truth. She loves the Captain. I can never have her, but my feelings for you are different.” Lennier realized he had to convince her. Ariel was staring at him in disbelief. His own courage baffled the young Minbari, he had never thought he would be capable of telling her about this infatuation.

“ I never understood Neroon’s possessiveness of Marcus or the look in his eyes when seeing the ranger close to him. But now I do,” Lennier continued and hesitantly reached out to enfold her cold hand in his. “ This love is a wondrous feeling. I want to be with you every single moment of my life. When I am alone, I can only think of you, your eyes, the color of your hair and to know you are not near is pure torment.” Lennier stopped. Only now fully understanding what he had revealed to her. “ I am lost without you.”

“ Lennier,” Ariel allowed him to caress the back of her hand. She had wanted to deny the truth; to tell him he was only imagining his attraction to her, but she knew it would be useless.

“ Ariel, there is only one thing I need to know. One question which needs an answer.” Lennier locked eyes with her and fought the feeling of drowning in them.

She knew what his question would be and tried cutting him short, but Lennier wouldn’t listen.

“ Do you feel the same way about me? If not I will never mention any of this to you again.”

There was a hint of desperation in his eyes, which made Ariel return the caress. Her fingers twined with his, she stuttered;” Len… nier, I… don’t know what to say. This is the first time ever that someone has been in love with me.”

“ Impossible,” Lennier whispered surprised. “ Why?”

“ Most people are afraid of my mental powers. They fear and hate what they can’t understand. When I showed you what I am, you didn’t turn away. You accept me as I really am.” Searching for the right words to say she broke the visual contact. His expression was so damn intense!! At that moment she realized she couldn’t lie to him. She had wanted to tell him no, but the words refused to leave her lips. “ I… think I feel the same way. Lennier, I have never been in love before… This frightens me.”

“ I am scared as well,” Lennier confessed and smiled. He had been so uncertain and hesitant to tell her and now that he knew she liked him also, he felt shy. What should he do now?

“ You want to kiss me, don’t you?” Ariel said in a soft tone. Her knees had turned to jelly.

“ Would you allow me to do that?” Lennier replied, feeling awkward and shy too.

“ I … would like that,” Ariel said eventually. ** Oh God, am I doing the right thing? I’m scared.**

Tenderly, Lennier slipped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her a little closer. His uncertainty was reflected in her eyes and he realized she wouldn’t judge him. They were both inexperienced. That thought comforted him as he leaned in to kiss her soft lips.

Running a hand through his tangled hair, Marcus hurried over to the door, eager to get to Neroon. The door opened; Marcus was stopped in his tracks and blinked his eyes. Standing in the corridor were Lennier and Ariel, locked in an affectionate embrace.

Their lips had barely touched when they heard the sound of an opening door. Ariel acted first and took several steps away from Lennier. Her face became flustered and she wished the floor would open to swallow her so she could escape this embarrassment. She never thought of the possibility of someone walking in on them.

Lennier saw her blush and felt the blood rise to his face as well. He had acted in a dishonourable way. What had he been thinking of? Kissing her in public like this? There were so many rituals to observe; carry out before their liaison could become serious. First he would have to get Delenn’s permission to begin courting Ariel. Chiding himself, he was determined not to embarrass Ariel again.

“ Lennier? Ariel?” Marcus said in an amused tone. Seeing them kiss had greatly surprised him. Why hadn’t he sensed their mutual attraction before? The answer was obvious. He had been forced to focus on Neroon and his own problems. Now that he looked them in the eyes, he saw the affection and smiled kindly. “ Sorry if I interrupted the two of you.”

“ That’s okay,” Ariel replied. Quickly exchanging a look with Lennier, she realized he was shocked by the fact that Marcus had caught them kissing. Something about Marcus puzzled her and Ariel asked;” Are you all right? Did the nightmares return?”

“ They did,” the ranger admitted and for the first time Marcus didn’t feel ashamed for admitting that truth. “ I did what you advised me to do. I wrote them down and now I feel oddly relieved.”

“ You are on your way to Neroon?” Lennier said, stepping away from the kissing incident. At least now he knew she answered his feelings.

“ Yes, he should be awake by now.” Marcus’ voice dropped and he stared at the floor. “ Yesterday Stephen wouldn’t let me see Neroon and hinted that surgery had resulted in a failure.”

“ I am truly sorry,” Lennier said and wished there was something he could do to help his friend.

“ Thank you,” Marcus whispered. Addressing Ariel he said;” Can I talk to you this afternoon? I … “

“ Of course. I’ll be in most of the day. You can come and talk to me whenever you need,” she assured him, pleased with his acceptance of their therapeutic relationship.

In med lab, Stephen stepped inside Neroon’s room. The warrior needed to be told that he would stay partially paralysed for the rest of his life. Stephen cursed the fact that he hadn’t been able to undo the damage the PPG had done.

Slowly opening his eyes, Neroon immediately sensed Franklin’s presence. In a broken tone he whispered;” Tell me the truth, doctor.”

PART 28

Marcus entered med lab and immediately headed towards Neroon’s room. This time Stephen wouldn’t succeed in stopping him. The door opened and Marcus realized both men were already inside. Franklin’s grave expression made him shiver momentarily. It could only mean bad news.

Neroon cocked his head to see who had joined them. Marcus’ eyes were worried but the warrior was relieved to find that there was no lingering nightmare in them. “ Marcus,” he whispered and did his best to smile.

“ Marcus, it’s good you could join us,” Franklin said and gestured the ranger to come closer. Neroon might need his lover’s support during the next moments.

Walking over to Neroon Marcus clasped his lover’s fingers in his hands, and then he sat down on the bed. Both men looked up at Franklin.

“ Tell me the truth, doctor,” Neroon repeated his request, while squeezing his lover’s hand for support. He was still a bit groggy from the anaesthetic and too afraid to try and move his legs.

“ I am sorry, Neroon. I couldn’t repair the damage to your spinal cord,” Stephen told him.

“ I knew it would be useless to try,” Neroon mumbled and hardly repressed a sigh. Why had he given into Franklin’s request in the first place? He should have remained firm in his determination to stay away from another disappointment.

“ We’ll do this together, Neroon. “ Marcus caressed his lover’s skin and hoped that Neroon wouldn’t push him away again.

“ I know you’ll stay at my side, Marcus,” the Minbari said in a soft tone and shot him a weak smile. Accepting Marcus’ help wasn’t that hard any more, now that he realized it wasn’t born out of pity.

“ When will you release him, Stephen?” Marcus wanted to know. Before Neroon could return to their quarters he had to make some adjustments. Furniture had to be repositioned and he needed to move things to lower shelves.

“ This evening,” Franklin felt like he had failed them and cursed the limitations of medicine.

Neroon hadn’t been listening to the rest of their conversation. Something bugged him, something felt different. Then he realized the sensation in his legs had changed. The numbness had gone; they felt almost normal. But Franklin had told him that surgery hadn’t been successful! Intrigued, Neroon slipped one hand beneath the thermo blanket to pinch himself in his right leg.

Although the two men were still talking, Neroon didn’t pay any attention to them. He’d felt that pinch! Hesitantly he tried wriggling his toes. Flabbergasted he saw the blanket move. How was this possible? Neroon then tried shifting in the bed and suddenly realized that he could move both legs without restrictions. There was no pain or discomfort. “ Doctor Franklin?” Neroon whispered in an uncertain tone.

“ Yes?”

“ If the surgery was a failure why can I move my legs?” Neroon pulled the thermo blanket away and lifted both legs slightly.

Stephen and Marcus stared at Neroon in shock. The warrior was telling the truth!

“ But how?” Marcus looked at Franklin, needing an answer. He closely observed Neroon’s attempt to swing his feet onto the floor.

Neroon didn’t question reality any longer. Carefully he pushed himself into a sitting position before allowing for all his weight to settle down on his legs. A last he stood. “ Do you have an explanation?” he asked Franklin who was staring at him, utterly stunned.

“ This can’t be possible!” Franklin exclaimed while grabbing a diagnostic scanner to run it over the Minbari’s body. “ I studied the readings after you left surgery and you were still partially paralyzed. This defies all laws of nature!”

Neroon tentatively walked over to the wall, then returned to the bed to stand next to Marcus who was shaking his head in disbelief, too afraid to believe Neroon could be this lucky.

“ Are you in pain?” the ranger wanted to know and focused on his lover’s emotions.

“ No,” Neroon replied and sat down on the bed again. “ Doctor, can I leave now?”

“ I’m not sure, Neroon. I can’t explain your miraculous recovery,” Stephen sighed. This wasn’t his doing. Who, what, had healed the Minbari and when had this happened? He hated mysteries and was determined to find the answer to this riddle. “ Can you stay for one more hour? I really would like to run certain tests on you.”

Marcus felt giddy as he received Neroon’s relief. His joy was tempered however as he realized that Stephen was worried. If the doctor hadn’t provided this miracle… His thoughts drifted off, trying to come up with a solution. “ Is it possible Neroon healed himself?” he said eventually. “ Minbari are very fast healers and a lot more robust than we are.”

“ I don’t think so, Marcus. The cord was completely severed and the scanner doesn’t even show the remnants of scar tissue.” Stephen put the scanner away and watching both men he saw their need for privacy. “ I’ll return in some moments to run two specific tests on you, Neroon. If those are completed, you can leave,” he offered the Minbari.

Neroon growled his approval and after the doctor had left, grabbed Marcus around his waist.

The ranger didn’t resist at all and willingly moved into his lover’s arms. “ I’m so happy for you, Neroon.”

“ I must admit I am relieved as well. I had lost all hope.”

“ Don’t you want to find out why you’re able to walk again?” Marcus asked.

“ Don’t worry about that. I will find out,” Neroon hissed and surprised his lover by slipping a hand underneath the turtle necked shirt to pinch a sensitive nipple.

Stephen was pacing his office. Neroon should still be partially paralyzed. But the warrior was up and walking about like he had never been shot. Somehow he had to find the answer. Sitting down he racked his brain. The operation had been a failure so he ruled out surgery as an option for the Minbari’s unexpected recovery. Neroon couldn’t have healed himself. The cord had been –severed--. The lack of scar tissue baffled him most. It was like the injury had never occurred!

** The surveillance camera!** he thought and immediately accessed last night’s recordings. Whatever had happened must have been taped! Starting the recording he looked at the first shot. Neroon was lying in bed, peacefully asleep. Then a second person entered the room. Franklin froze the picture for an instant.

“ Ariel? What is she doing there?” Once more starting the tape he watched her place her hands on Neroon’s body. Something blue fled her fingertips to find a way into the Minbari’s body.

“ Is that it? Is she a telekinetic? “ Stephen had heard of these rare telepaths who also appeared to be able to manipulate energy to move objects. In this case that energy had been used to heal the damage to Neroon’s spiral cord. “ I can’t believe it…” His eyes had to be fooling him! Franklin seriously doubted their existence because he had never encountered one and even recent medical publications had never confirmed these ‘healers’ actually existed.

She slumped back against the wall for support and slowly left the room, using her hands to keep from falling. “ So this is how Neroon got healed?” he whispered to no one in particular. It would certainly explain everything!

Marching out of his office he asked Lillian to run those tests on Neroon. Seeing her puzzled face he said; " I would do it myself, but I need to check on someone. If the results are satisfactory you can release Neroon. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone.” Quickly, he turned around and left med lab in a hurry. Perhaps Ariel needed medical assistance. Franklin realized she must have transferred some of her energy to Neroon to start the healing process.

Lillian wasted no time and hooked Neroon up to the monitor to administer the tests. A smile curled her lips seeing their intertwined fingers. It was obvious that the two men wanted to be alone. “ This will only take an hour max,” she told them and caught their thankful expression.

Impatiently, Stephen pressed the door chime for the third time. Ariel wasn’t answering him although the computer had confirmed that she was inside. Using his override ability, in case of a possible medical emergency, Franklin sighed relieved the moment the door opened. “ Ariel?” he whispered concerned.

She was lying on top of the comforter on the bed. Her breathing was shallow and too rapid. Stephen quickly used a medical scanner to assess her condition. “ Ariel? Can you hear me?” There was no response, something which worried the doctor. Looking at the results on the display of the scanner, he felt relieved. She was soundly asleep. The scanner showed that she was severely exhausted and in dire need of rest. Nothing alarming though. ** Perhaps –she-- can heal herself,** he mused, thinking back to Marcus’ comment about Neroon healing his own body. He would feel a bit more reassured if she would talk to him for just a second; just to be sure she was all right.

“ Ariel? If you can hear me, please answer!” he said in a resolved tone.

Ariel registered his voice and presence at last. Franklin had disturbed the silence of her sleep and she cracked open her eyes to look at him. “ How did you get in here?” she mumbled beneath her breath. Rolling onto her back, she tried to answer his gaze.

“ I know you healed Neroon,” Stephen blurred out. He hadn’t wanted to tell her like this, but the words had left his lips before he could stop them. “ Is there anything I can do to help?”

“ You know?” she said crestfallen. “ Please don’t tell anyone. I don’t want them to know what I am or what I can do.”

“ Why not?” Stephen put the scanner away and sat down on the floor so he was level with her.

“ I don’t want them to treat me differently,” she explained. Her fatigue was urging her to return to sleep but she had to convince the doctor to remain quiet first.

“ Does anyone else on the station know?” Franklin asked.

“ Al and Lennier,” she admitted and saw his stunned look hearing those two names.

Stephen was thinking about something else though. Only now did he realize he had missed pieces of the puzzle. “ When we picked you up on Vanastar you told me Bester had been dead for some moments and that you managed to pull him back. You used your own energy to do so, didn’t you?”

“ Yes, that’s why Al knows. Please, too many people already know about this. Please keep quiet, doctor,” she pleaded.

“ I’ve taken an oath to guard my patient’s privacy. I won’t tell any one,” he assured her.

“ Thank you,” Ariel replied and let her eyes slip shut.

“ I would like to help you.” Stephen wished he knew more about telekinetic and how to aid their recovery.

“ I’m thirsty,” she confessed. “ I would like something to drink.”

“ Of course.” Stephen hurried into the kitchen and returned with some water, wondering why Lennier also knew about her abilities. Had Lillian been right? Was the young Minbari attracted to her and had she confided in him to make sure there was no deceit between them?

Marc woke up, all alone in bed. He vividly remembered joining Al there after the other man had fallen asleep just one hour after arriving at their new quarters. Although he had secretly hoped to pique Al’s sexual arousal the older man had plainly ignored him, claiming he needed sleep. Reluctantly, Marc had given in and had snuggled up to the former Psi Cop to get some rest as well.

Searching the room with his eyes, he discovered Al seated behind the Com unit. Al was busy typing codes into the computer system. < Those blue clothes do look good on you,> he told his lover who immediately answered him.

< Don’t do that, Marc. I need all my concentration.> Al’s eyes quickly moved over all codes and realized he was inside Psi Corps’ main computer system. His access code was still operational. Now he had to proceed with caution. From this moment on they would be able to trace him. After all, he was using a dead man’s codes.

Heeding Al’s warning Marc left the bed and strolled over to the Com unit, not bothering to dress himself. “ What are you doing?” Marc tried making sense of all symbols flashing over the screen but they only confused him. He hadn’t had time yet to figure out computers.

< I’m trying to get access to some classified data concerning rogue telepaths, their locations, and reeducation camps…> Al told him.

Remembering their earlier conversation about opposing the Corps Marc continued to watch over Al’s shoulder. “ Your codes still work?”

< In a certain way,> Al sighed and knew Marc wouldn’t stop harassing him before he had told the young man what he wanted to know. < Ever since the Corps decided to work alongside the Shadows I’ve been plotting against them. I realized that at some point they would find out what I was doing and I made some changes in the mainframe of their computer system. I installed some programs, which would allow me to gain access to all data using certain codes. Now that I’m inside I’m going to use those programs to extract the information I need.> Al didn’t tell him how long it had taken him to install them, nor did he mention the danger he had been in while uploading them. Marc hardly knew a thing about computers and as far as Al was concerned he wasn’t going to worry the young man unnecessarily.

“ Can they back track this signal to Babylon 5?”

< Perhaps, but I don’t plan on staying inside their system that long.>

Marc pulled up a chair and watched Al. The data on the screen didn’t interest him. There was such an intensity to his lover’s eyes that he couldn’t look away. This was what Al needed; a purpose. ** It’s funny in a strange way that after all these years he’s finally doing what his parents hoped he would do eventually. They would be proud of him. I can’t imagine how hard it must have been on him to make this decision. **

Al grinned the moment the computer system released all the data he had been looking for. He’d expected that it would take him much longer, but he wasn’t complaining. Suddenly he picked up a random thought emanating from Marc who always kept his mind completely open.

< Your left hand, Stee. Look at it. > Marc saw