Part 31

Marcus was staring at the ceiling. Listening to Neroon's regular breathing he cautiously stretched his body. He felt reborn. Last night he had discovered how it was to make love to another person and had gotten instantly addicted to that sensation. Running his fingertips over Neroon's chest he smiled, finally at peace with himself. Neroon had taken away his fear and shame and had transformed them into desire and ecstasy. ** What about tonight? Is Neroon serious when he tells me he wants me to take him? I have no experience; how can I ever please him?**

Sensual tremors made his body tremble as he remembered calling out Neroon's name the moment he had found release. It had been better than his most elaborate fantasies. There had hardly been any discomfort except for that one instant. ** Without Stephen and Neroon's support I would have never made this recovery,** he realized, truly thankful for their care.

" Marcus?"

Turning slightly in his lover's arms Marcus locked eyes with Neroon. " I love you Neroon," he whispered softly.

" I assume you enjoyed being taken last night?" Teasing him, Neroon traced the outline of Marcus' bruised lip's with his fingertips.

" Yesssss," Marcus sighed sensually and opened his mouth to lick Neroon's fingertips.

Sucking in his breath Neroon realized last night had been a precious experience to the ranger. " Tonight will be even better," he promised wickedly. Sensing Marcus' sudden nervousness Neroon wondered what was wrong.

" I can't do it," Marcus mumbled in confused tone," I can't take you like that."

Uncertainty was reflected on his features and he looked pleadingly at Neroon.

" Marcus," Neroon sighed, " tonight you will instinctively know what to do and how to do it. It's a primal urge that will surface once you're in control. Don't spend all day worrying about something that will bring immense pleasure to both of us."

The ranger grinned. " You sound pretty certain of yourself."

" I am, Marcus." Stretching his body as well, Neroon's eyes took in the human's disheveled appearance. " I will prepare breakfast and I suggest you take a long --hot--shower."

Shivering, Marcus looked into Neroon's eyes." Why don't you join me in the bathroom?"

Neroon laughed warmly. " Challenging me already, Marcus? No, you should shower alone. I will make you wait till tonight before I will allow you to touch me. That way, your desire will increase." The Minbari released Marcus from his embrace and got to his feet. Hearing Marcus' disappointed moan he grinned. " Today, we will start working out in the training facility in Grey 15. I expect to see you there at 1800 hours. During the rest of the day I will be busy handling certain matters for Delenn." Turning around Neroon looked at the naked man in the bed. ** Strength, beauty and cunning; all of them combined in this gorgeous human.**

Growling his dissension, Marcus had no other choice than to take that shower. ** And that new task Delenn assigned to me will keep me occupied all day as well. Neroon is going to make me wait till tonight before I can run my fingers again over that perfect body of his!! Bugger, that's 9 more hours to go! I will never survive that long!**

After breakfast their paths separated. Neroon left their quarters and Marcus began checking the messages from Minbar which Lennier had forwarded to him; not very eager to start working on his new task. The ranger realized it would take him hours to go through all messages. ** And she also expects a complete report!** Marcus sighed in defeat. The ranger was about to take notes concerning the first message when the door chime distracted him. Instantly, he was thrown back to yesterday when Neroon had kept him pinned against the wall during the visit from Susan and Talia. The ranger chuckled as he remembered Susan's stunned expression. It was obvious Neroon wouldn't allow any distractions while seducing him. "Enter," he said.

Lennier entered the ranger's quarters and smiled seeing the mischievous grin on Marcus' face. It was good to see his friend happy. " Delenn asked me to give you directions concerning your first report. I will also introduce you to our most important and influential contacts on Minbar, but first..." Lennier searched Marcus' eyes and was pleased to see the confidence there. " Before beginning your new task there is one thing you need to know."

" Yes?" Marcus wondered why Lennier was acting this mysteriously.

Both sat down on the couch and Lennier handed him a genuine paper file.

Curious, Marcus looked at the first page. " Our contact at Tuzanor is Denbaar," the ranger stopped, realizing he had heard that name before. " Neroon told me about his brother Denbaar, a priest. Lennier are you telling me...?"

" Delenn choose you for a reason. She feels that now you are personally involved with a Minbari," Lennier grinned, then continued, " you will do your utmost to work on establishing a good mutual understanding between our races."

" Well, she's putting me between a rock and a hard place. How am I going to handle this? If Neroon finds out I'm in contact with his brother..." Marcus' voice dropped, deciding he didn't like this one bit.

" You can tell him, Marcus. No one expects you to keep this from Neroon," Lennier assured him. " Delenn would never want you to lie to him."

Sighing audibly Marcus relaxed, but he still wasn't comfortable with this situation. " I only have to take care of the messages; select the urgent ones and make a report concerning those matters?" he wanted to know for sure.

" Yes. Occasionally you might need to contact our priests on Minbar, but most of the time you will be filing reports," the young aide studied his friend. " Denbaar is not a traditional Minbari. You might say he's one of the progressive priests who wants to leave the war behind and move on. Although I have to admit Denbaar is rather straight forward he is well liked on Minbar. I think you will find him to be... just as headstrong as Neroon."

" Great, " Marcus murmured, " now I have to deal with two stubborn Minbari."

Apprehensively, Marcus made his first call to Denbaar three hours later to check on some information he had received earlier. Trying to avoid making mistakes in his first report the ranger wanted to get the facts straight. Clearing his throat he hoped he would find the right words to address the priest. But he did fear Neroon's reaction once the Minbari found out who he had been speaking with.

The screen came alive. A Minbari dressed in robes of the Religious Caste appeared onscreen. Marcus immediately forgot everything he had wanted to say. Had the bonecrest been crafted differently he could have been looking at Neroon. ** No, that isn't true; his eyes aren't that dark.** Before he could address Denbaar the Minbari bowed slightly and greeted him.

" Greetings Anla'shok. Entil'Zha Delenn told me you will be my new contact. I hope you will forgive me any mistakes made in trying to speak your language. I didn't have the time to study all words used in Standard."

" You've mastered the language perfectly," Marcus complimented him, relieved Denbaar seemed rather friendly and open-minded. Studying the priest Marcus saw no evil in his eyes. In a certain way Denbaar possessed an innocence he had only witnessed once before; in Lennier. " I contacted you because I received a message from your temple. Is it true Shadows have been spotted near Minbari space?"

" Yes, that is correct. We sent that message last night."

" I will inform Entil'Zha Delenn at once. Thank you for talking to me on such short notice," Marcus said and bowed in return.

" We live to serve," Denbaar replied.

A moment later the screen turned black and Marcus suddenly became aware of someone staring at him. Neroon was standing in the doorway; eyes locked on the screen.

" Neroon? I can explain!" Marcus walked towards him, fearful Neroon was angry with him.

Telling himself to breathe regularly Neroon calmed down. He had been stunned to see his brother on screen, but as he had listened to their conversation he'd realized Marcus had contacted him at Delenn's order. As his astonishment diminished Neroon felt relieved to learn his brother was alright; that was all he needed to know.

" Neroon? I'm sorry. It was never my intention to do things behind your back," Panic seized the ranger when Neroon failed to answer him.

Finally hearing the desperate tone to Marcus' voice Neroon shook off the initial shock and focused on the ranger. Neroon wasn't prepared to see fear in Marcus' eyes. " Don't be alarmed, Marcus. I'm not angry with you; why should I?" Neroon said soothingly, but the uncertainty in those green eyes remained. " Come into my arms, Marcus," Embracing the human tightly, Neroon sensed his lover's panic ebb away.

" Delenn asked me to check all messages from the Religious Caste and your brother is one of her contacts. I wanted to tell you the moment you got back," Marcus relaxed in Neroon's arms and felt embarrassed for his emotional reaction; the thought of Neroon being angry at him was unbearable and Marcus realized he hadn't yet recovered from all trauma he'd been subjected to.

" Marcus, calm down. You did what Delenn told you to do. Look into my eyes," he commanded softly and the ranger obeyed.

There was no anger in his dark eyes and Marcus sighed. Feeling safe and treasured once more he allowed Neroon to pull him tighter to his chest," I'm usually...not this emotional, Neroon...I thought I had hurt your feelings."

" You didn't hurt me Marcus, " Neroon said reassuringly and raised the ranger's face by cupping his chin in one hand. " Get your cloak and pike or we will be late for practice. You need to get back in shape." Trying hard not to show his concern, Neroon let go of him and watched Marcus collect the two items. The Minbari only now began to realize how dependent on him Marcus had become and he didn't like that.

" I'm ready to go," Marcus announced and slipped into his cloak.

One hour later Marcus moaned softly as his muscles began to object to the abuse. Neroon had been pushing him relentlessly during their first workout and the ranger knew he had no more energy left to continue. " Mercy, Neroon," he half chuckled, half begged," otherwise I won't have any energy left for you tonight."

Neroon answered him with an amused grin. " We better stop then."

Panting hard Marcus leaned against the wall. It was obvious he needed to work out a lot more if he wanted to get back into his former shape. ** And Neroon is going to make sure I won't give up...These workouts will be hell.**

" Are there any shower facilities here?" Neroon inquired. The film of sweat on his skin was rather uncomfortable and Marcus could use another shower as well. " This time I would be willing to join you," Neroon devoured the blush that appeared on the ranger's face.

Marcus realized Neroon was handing over control to him and he decided to play along. All day he had been brooding about tonight; about Neroon's demand to take him. Well, he'd managed to come up with some ideas.

Both of them collapsed their pikes. Neroon saw the mischief lurking in the ranger's eyes and briefly wondered what Marcus was up to. He wanted Marcus to take the initiative. Deep down in his soul Neroon hungered to surrender to the human. In the end they would meet in the middle, truly equals at last. But Marcus had to take that final step first.

" I know something much better. There's a sauna as well. Hardly anyone uses it and as we are the only ones working out at the moment,...we would be alone...We can lock the door," Marcus said seductively, coaxing a soft moan out of Neroon by running a finger over the Minbari's bonecrest.

" You have made plans for tonight," Neroon whispered approvingly.

" Yes, I did. Want to join me? You would have to get rid of those clothes though," Walking towards the locker rooms Marcus slipped out of his shirt and casually dropped it onto the floor. Hardly anyone trained down here during the evenings. They wouldn't be disturbed.

Neroon followed him; wondering what a sauna was. Leaning against the wall he watched Marcus open a door. A steaming heat escaped from the room. Curious, Neroon stepped closer.

Seeing the confused look on the Minbari's face Marcus realized Neroon had no idea what a sauna was. Well, the Minbari was going to find out now. " Need some help getting out of those clothes? Do you need assistance?" he quipped, echoing remarks Neroon had made weeks ago to coax him into undressing.

It brought a grin to Neroon's face. " Apparently your sense of humor has returned fully," Observing the ranger closely Neroon noticed the change in Marcus' eyes and movements. " You are actually looking forward to making me yours aren't you, Marcus?" he said teasingly

" Yes, I am," the ranger chuckled in response. " You were right. For some reason I'm no longer nervous. You make me feel comfortable Neroon. But you do realize.... that I have never done this before?"

Nodding his head Neroon smiled reassuringly. " I know Marcus, but there is a first time for everything." Slowly, intent on making Marcus as aroused as possible, Neroon began to take off his clothes; shirt, boots, trousers. Completely naked he stood proudly in front of the ranger.

Marcus licked his lips seeing Neroon's erection. There was something he had wanted to do for some nights now, but the Minbari had denied him that request time and time again.

** But now I'm in charge.** As quickly as possible Marcus slipped out of his remaining clothing and pushed the Minbari into the sauna, relishing Neroon's willingness to surrender to him; there would be no battle of wills here. Locking the door behind him the ranger watched as Neroon took in his surroundings.

" Is this high temperature normal?"

" Yes, but it will get hotter in here."

" Is that a threat?" Neroon pulled him closer, running his fingers all over the ranger's body.

" No, a promise," Marcus sighed, " It's just the two of us. The door is locked; all the privacy we need." Leaning in closer he claimed Neroon's lips, demanding entry to the softness of his lover's mouth. Clasping his fingers firmly around the Minbari's shaft, Marcus saw his eyes turn dark, clouded with desire.

To say Marcus had surprised him would be an understatement. Neroon had hoped to find this fire inside the ranger, but had almost given up looking for it. " You may do whatever you want, Marcus. This is the first time ever I have given someone that permission," he admitted, hearing his own voice quaver with want and anticipation. This time the roles were reversed and the Minbari was determined to surrender completely should Marcus desire so.

Chuckling, Marcus looked into Neroon's hooded eyes. " You're serious, aren't you? I never thought you were being earnest when you said you would surrender to me."

" There is pleasure to be found in both domination and surrender. In time we will transcend the need to make that distinction. But first we have to explore each other in mind and body and this way both partners are able to find out what they desire most." Neroon moaned as Marcus' nimble fingers massaged his throbbing shaft. What was the ranger up to?

" I can do whatever I want to do?" Marcus whispered once more, teasing the Minbari by fondling an earlobe with his tongue.

" Yes," Neroon allowed his lover to pin him against the wall. Facing each other he saw the sparkle in Marcus' eyes.

Pushing his left leg between Neroon's thighs Marcus surged into hardness as he heard the Minbari whimper his need. " I never heard you do that," he sensually whispered into Neroon's ear.

" You make me whimper and moan my need, Marcus," Neroon confessed and waited for the ranger's next move; fighting the deeply-rooted urge to take control of this situation.

" Now that we've established I'm the one in control..." Marcus left the sentence unfinished on purpose and slowly dropped to his knees, stroking the shaft in his hand while his tongue left a wet trail over Neroon's belly.

" You are..." Neroon never got the opportunity to end that remark; wet lips closed over his erection and he arched his back in response to that stimulation. Logical thought deserted him momentarily as tiny waves of lust emanated from his groin to torture the rest of his aching body.

** I knew you would like that,** Marcus thought amused. Running his tongue over the hard flesh he remembered Neroon doing this for him. Moving one hand to his lover's buttocks he squeezed them tightly, relishing the groan Neroon let out.

" I see you have been paying attention..." Neroon gasped, realizing the ranger was mimicking the moves he had used to bring Marcus to orgasm. " You're an excellent student," Neroon mumbled, fighting to keep his breathing regular; he was losing the battle. His body craved more of this delicious torment.

" Oh yes, " Marcus released him for one moment to speak the words by blowing softly over Neroon's erection, causing him to shiver. He then increased his efforts to make the Minbari come. Empowered by the control he had over the situation Marcus only wished to bring Neroon to orgasm in the same way the Minbari had done for him.

** I am going mad with desire for this human. Valen...,** Marcus' tongue now circled over the head of his shaft, slowly, sensually; slightly mocking him in his need.

" I want to hear you moan once more," Marcus said and kneaded the Minbari's heavy balls with one hand. A moment later he was rewarded with a growling moan. Licking the shaft in his hand Marcus tasted his lover's precum; delighted to see the effect he was having on the Minbari. " You're close."

" I am...You need to decide whether you want me to come now or not," his hands tangled in dark hair. Neroon's hips moved instinctively into his lover's demanding mouth; growling his desire.

" What do.... you prefer?" His tongue moved over the velvet like balls; one hand firmly stroking Neroon's slick cock.

" I want to come with you deep inside me," Neroon whispered in earnest, still gasping for breath.

Letting the moist cock slip from his mouth Marcus studied him. Neroon had thrown back his head; eyes aflame with need. For the first time that night Marcus' confidence began to crumble. How could he possibly 'take' Neroon and please him?

" There is a first time for everything," Neroon repeated as he recognized the doubt in Marcus' eyes.

Marcus got back to his feet and pressed his body against that of the Minbari. " I think it's getting hotter in here," the ranger crooned. Steam was swirling all around them.

" You are right, my lover," Neroon stared into his eyes. It was obvious Marcus needed some directions. " How do you want to take me?" Just asking that question almost made Neroon come.

" Any suggestions?" Marcus' knees almost gave out on him as one of Neroon's hands rolled a nipple between his fingers. The steam, Neroon's closeness, the prospect of being inside the Minbari took his breath away.

" Yes." Grinning wickedly Neroon turned in the embrace. Placing his hands against the wall for support he bent slightly forward, legs wide apart. " Put your hands on my hips and take me."

Marcus swallowed hard as he realized they hadn't brought any lubricant along. " Neroon, the lube is still in our quarters."

" We don't need it," Neroon told him, crooking his head back to look at the ranger.

" Are you telling me I won't hurt you?" Marcus was having second thoughts about this.

" You won't hurt me," he assured the ranger, " now stop talking." Reaching back one hand he firmly stroked Marcus' cock; it immediately reacted and became harder under his caress. Neroon stopped and placed his hand back against the wall.

" Neroon?" Overcome by lust Marcus felt bereft as Neroon stopped his stimulation. Looking at the smooth buttocks in front of him he thought, ** I can't believe this is really happening!**

" Take me, Marcus. Possess me completely...Do it NOW," Neroon commanded.

Reacting at once Marcus pushed the head of his sex into his lover. The ranger moaned entering him and tightly gripped Neroon's hips with both hands. **So this is how it feels?** Sliding into Neroon with one more smooth thrust Marcus watched in amazement how his entire shaft disappeared into his lover's body. Hearing Neroon groan he grew concerned again.

" Begin thrusting, Marcus..." Impatient, yearning release, Neroon relished feeling the ranger this deeply inside him. Being filled like this made him aware of how much he'd wanted Marcus inside him. Never before had a lust like this consumed him while being taken. Pushing back he began to meet Marcus' hesitant thrusts.

" I..." Overwhelmed by Neroon's command he experimentally thrust deeper into the Minbari. The friction massaged his cock and Marcus wrapped his arms around Neroon's waist. " I never knew making love could be like this," he gasped his confession, thrusting harder this time as his own need surfaced, taking him higher on the wings of lust.

Neroon was lost in his own sensations, but heard the comment nonetheless. " That's why I insisted you experienced it," Neroon declared in delight. He didn't expect Marcus to suddenly reach underneath his stomach to take hold of his erection once more. Growling dangerously, Neroon realized he was close but he fought it a little longer." Marcus, I want you to thrust harder and deeper!"

No longer able to question Neroon's command Marcus thrust hard into his lover; throwing back his head in surrender to both their overwhelming emotions. Stroking the moist cock in his hand he felt Neroon's imminent release. The Minbari arched his back in desire; craving release.

Marcus' slippery fingers kept stroking his shaft and Neroon couldn't hold back any longer. A moment later his human lover thrust into him deeply, deeper than he had ever been penetrated before. Panting his lover's name, Neroon let go; floating on waves of ultimate fulfillment and closed his eyes.

Neroon's hot come dripped from his fingers. Marcus realized Neroon was experiencing a rather forceful orgasm as the Minbari tensed underneath his hands. Not sure what to do Marcus placed his hands on Neroon's buttocks, squeezing them. The ranger was close as well, so close...and then Neroon's inner muscles started to clench his shaft, massaging him; squeezing the life out of him. Resting his tingling body on Neroon's back Marcus softly whispered; "so close...so close."

" Stop thrusting..."

" But I haven't come yet," Marcus panted hard, trying to reason with his lover. Being this close without finding release was true torment.

" You will....trust me," Neroon's inner muscles clenched time and time again around the shaft inside, bringing Marcus to orgasm at last, milking him dry.

Delirious, Marcus called out Neroon's name and closed his eyes as ecstasy took possession of him. The fire started in his groin, then raged through his whole body. " Neroon ... what? " Holding onto Neroon, his shaft continued to pulsate, pumping the Minbari full with his come.

" I promised you true ecstasy....taste and relish it." Neroon purred with deep satisfaction. A hot liquid filled his body and as Neroon looked at the ranger he saw wonder in his eyes.

Slowly regaining his senses Marcus carefully slipped out of Neroon. ** I really did it! I made him come while being inside of him!** His hands now rested on the Minbari's shoulders. The ranger needed the support, otherwise he would have dropped to his knees as his legs refused to support him any longer. Relishing the pleasure running through every cell of his body Marcus tried to lock eyes with his lover.

Neroon turned around and enveloped him in his strong arms. Marcus was shaking all over his body and Neroon saw the stunned amazement in his green eyes. " You enjoyed taking me! Don't you dare deny that," he said teasingly. A smirk flashed over Neroon's face; equals at last.

" Yes, I did..." Still trying to compose himself Marcus managed to lock eyes with him at last.

" You don't need to explain. It's all in your eyes, Marcus."

Nodding his head he smiled brightly at his lover. Wrapping his arms around the Minbari as well Marcus accompanied him to the shower facilities.

part 32

" Why are you constantly grinning like that, Marcus? That smirk seems plastered to your face," Neroon remarked in a naughty tone, having a fairly good idea why the ranger was this chipper. Only a few more minutes and they would arrive at their quarters.

" I can't help it, Neroon." Briefly closing his eyes, the ranger relived the sensual encounter in the sauna. It had felt so damned good!

" If you keep grinning like that people will figure out what we did in that --hot--sauna."

" You're teasing me on purpose, Neroon!" Marcus exclaimed. His face became flustered as his lover pulled him closer. Momentarily startled, Marcus studied the people close to them. Thankfully no one paid them any attention. The ranger wasn't used to Neroon expressing his feelings for him in public. Once again Neroon was his example; the Minbari would teach him how to show his affection openly.

Possessively placing his hand on Marcus' hipbone, Neroon couldn't refrain from smiling as well. His life had been graced with a most precious love and he would fight hard to protect the unique relationship they had built.

" Hey there! Hold on! " Garibaldi had seen them turn around the corner and was curious to find out how Marcus was doing. During these last few weeks the ranger seemed to have recovered nicely, but Michael wanted to know for certain everything was alright.

" Oh no, " Marcus moaned in dismay recognizing the voice coming from behind him, " not Garibaldi."

Neroon caught that remark. " I suggest you remove that smirk from your face Marcus. Mr. Garibaldi is rather perceptive." The Minbari loved seeing the shocked expression in Marcus' eyes.

Trying hard to get rid of that dirty smile, Marcus stared at the floor. He was still grinning though as the Chief caught up to them. ** Damn! Can't help myself! I wonder if Neroon will allow me to shag him again once we reach our quarters....? **

" Marcus? " Michael wondered about the stupid expression on the ranger's face. Seeing Neroon's hand rest on Marcus' hip, the Chief realized what must have happened and returned the grin in a truly wicked way. " Did you finally get laid Marcus? I recognize the look on your face."

Blushing to the roots of his hair, Marcus's grin broadened as he remembered confessing his virginity to the Chief.

Neroon's booming laughter echoed through the corridor hearing Garibaldi's whispered remark. " I made him wait too long," the Minbari quipped, poking Marcus softly in his side, " he was starved," Neroon finished, trying to gauge Garibaldi's mood.

" I'm still hungry," Marcus quickly replied, amazed at his own boldness at speaking out in Garibaldi's presence.

Michael almost doubled over hearing Marcus' witty answer. " You're in trouble now, Neroon. Looks like you created a monster!"

" Perhaps I did create one," Neroon's hand dropped and tightly squeezed Marcus' buttocks.

Feeling his blush deepen, Marcus wished he could have his way with Neroon right now. ** And teach him not to challenge me like this in public! Bugger, what am I thinking? Some days ago I was afraid of being touched and now I'm thinking of taking Neroon --again--? ** Falling into silence, Marcus searched his feelings and discovered that all fear had disappeared; his cocky attitude was returning quickly.

" Marcus? Security calling Marcus?" Garibaldi quipped, enjoying tormenting the ranger a bit. There had been a time when he'd thought he would never be able to bug Marcus like this again. ** I never believed he would bounce back after his ordeal. I might not want to acknowledge it, but Neroon's love and support made his recovery possible. I misjudged the Minbari.**

" I'm receiving you loud and clear," Marcus replied in soft tone, still wondering about his desire to 'possess' Neroon again. ** To possess him....that's something only Neroon could come up with.**

" Good. I'm going to leave you two lovebirds alone now," Garibaldi grinned once more before walking towards an elevator.

" Bugger, now everyone will know what happened." Marcus knew Garibaldi wouldn't keep this a secret for long. " I wouldn't be surprised to learn they have been betting money on us getting together like this. I wonder who won."

Chuckling softly, Neroon punched in the access code to their quarters and strode into the room. A moment later, he turned around and asked; " Are you tired? "

" Not really. Why ask? " Visions of making love to Neroon once again filled his mind, but they disappeared quickly hearing the Minbari's reply.

" That's good," Neroon watched the grin on his lover's face, " seems like Lennier forwarded more messages for you to file."

Groaning, Marcus walked towards the BabCom-unit and realized Neroon was telling the truth. ** A complete report,** he thought, remembering Delenn's instructions. Dropping onto the couch, Marcus wished he could 'magic' those messages away.

" I will prepare some tea," Neroon said and disappeared into the kitchen. Perhaps one of those messages originated from his brother and it would be painful to see Denbaar without being able to talk to him. ** Exiled, an outcast. I paid a terrible price for one moment of insanity; wanting to kill Delenn.**

" Tea...I would really like a cup of Earl Grey," Quickly scanning through the messages he only found one of possible interest to Delenn and filed it at once. There were no more messages from Denbaar. Accepting a steaming hot cup of his favorite tea Marcus whispered; " Thanks. You're an angel Neroon." He fell silent after saying that.

" I would like to be your....What did they call it in that booklet?...guardian angel? " Neroon saw Marcus' gooseflesh and wondered if he had upset him.

" Neroon, you've been my 'guardian angel' for some time now. " Leaning in closer he tried to brush the Minbari's lips, but let out a yelp as some hot liquid spilled from his cup. " Bugger! That's hot!" Swiftly putting the cup on the table, he tried to pull the now soaking hot fabric away from his skin.

" Why don't you take off all those clothes? We need to sleep, recuperate... Tomorrow there will be a second time."

" Second time? " Marcus' eyes widened, envisioning another night of shared passion.

" You're not the only one left hungry."

" Bugger."

" Bulge is more like it," Neroon said teasingly as he saw the ranger's erection." I did create a monster."

" And you want me to sleep tonight? No way I'll be able to that now." Laughing warmly, Marcus stared into Neroon's clouded eyes." How about another lesson?"

Delenn closed her eyes. Fatigued, she mentally replayed the conversation she'd had with the leader of the clan of the Star Riders. For some days now she had been trying to lift the ban the Warrior Caste had proclaimed. The idea of Neroon still being an outcast after all he had done for her and Marcus saddened her. She reckoned it would take her some more days to persuade the clan leader to be lenient and accept Neroon back into the Warrior Caste again.

" Delenn? I am sorry to disturb you, but Mr. Garibaldi asked me to deliver a message to you." Lennier halted, waiting for her permission to continue.

The Ambassador nodded. Although tired, she wondered what kind of message the Chief would send her.

" He wants you to know that you won the bet? " Puzzled, Lennier tried to figure out what Mr. Garibaldi had been talking about.

" I won the bet? " Delenn repeated softly, " What bet? " Then she remembered.** Neroon convinced Marcus to take that final step.**

" May I inquire what bet he was referring to?" The young Minbari was at a loss.

" Marcus and Neroon becoming one....physically," Delenn said finally, not sure how to address this delicate subject.

" You bet on that?"

" John explained this human obsession to me. I decided to participate for once." Leaning into the comfort of the sofa, Delenn smiled.

" They deserve some bliss, Lennier. I am glad Marcus found a way to deal with his pain."

" So am I, Delenn," Lennier agreed wholeheartedly.

" However, it does mean that we need to double our efforts to have Neroon reinstated. There is no reason why he should remain an outcast." Delenn knew she was probably the only one who could help Neroon. As a former member of the Grey Council she was still very powerful. " Neroon also asked me to inquire if there was a priest who would be willing to perform the Sanaran. "

" He wants to exchange the sacred vows?" Lennier wasn't really surprised to hear this. It had been obvious from the start that Neroon had the utmost respect for the ranger and their relationship. " Perhaps Denbaar? "

" Yes Denbaar. Lennier, I want you to contact him. It is time for a private conversation. Maybe we should ask him to visit Babylon 5, " she mused aloud.

During the next couple of days Marcus and Neroon settled into their new routine. The ranger felt more fulfilled than he had ever been and only the occasional trip back to Medlab reminded him of the time spent on Centauri Prime. Stephen was running all kind of psychological and neural tests on him. In body he'd healed, but it was obvious that Stephen wanted to closely monitor his mental stability. Marcus vividly remembered the doctor telling him that missions were out of the question for at least six more months. Marcus had to admit he didn't mind that; fear he might screw up due to resurfacing memories still haunted him at times.

Working out to get back into shape had become a 'nightmare' to him. Neroon was a merciless teacher. At times he had stumbled back to his quarters while the Minbari hadn't shown any sign of fatigue at all. Marcus had to admit though that he'd learnt a lot from training with Neroon. During their fights he had been painfully reminded of the fact that Neroon was Warrior Caste after all. Marcus wondered how he had ever found the courage to challenge Neroon to the death.

There was only thing which truly troubled the ranger; Neroon missed his clan brethren and family. No matter how hard he tried Marcus knew he could never replace them. Yes, Neroon had told him that their love took away most of the emotional pain, but Marcus hated the idea of the Minbari being in any pain at all.

During the times he'd had to contact Denbaar to verify his information, Neroon had remained in the room, but out of reach of the camera. The Minbari's face had brightened every time he'd seen his brother in good health. Once more establishing contact with Tuzanor Marcus studied him. " Neroon? Do you want me to ask Denbaar about your son? I might be able to..."

Neroon cut him short. " No, I do not want Denbaar to commit a breach of Minbari law. " Talking about an outcast was forbidden. Neroon hadn't spoken to his brother for quite some time and there was no way of telling how Denbaar would react when confronted with such a question. Neroon hoped Denbaar would forgive him his stupidity. They had always been close and their parent's death had strengthened their relationship. ** I brought dishonor to our family.** Marcus' green eyes mirrored his ache and Neroon knew his lover suffered as well.

" I wished there was a way to lift the ban; being an outcast hurts you."

" Marcus, I'm alive. You and Delenn are alive. That's all that matters." Neroon walked over to the ranger and kissed him passionately. " Delenn asked me to have a look at some data concerning the Shadows. I will be busy for some hours. That will leave you with the perfect opportunity to talk to Denbaar."

" Neroon? Before you leave .... kiss me once more?" Marcus grinned, knowing only too well that stupid smirk had made a comeback.

The Minbari reacted immediately and claimed his lips again.

After Delenn had made sure Neroon had access to all information he needed she left him alone. There were other matters she had to attend to. She returned to her quarters and waited for Denbaar to get into touch with her. He owed her an answer. ** Will he come to Babylon 5? Can he forgive Neroon for trying to kill me? I do hope so.**

" Incoming message from Tuzanor," the computer announced.

" Play message."

Denbaar appeared on screen; a cryptic expression lay in his eyes.

" Greetings, Denbaar," Delenn said respectfully.

" Greetings, Entil'Zha. I have considered your request," Denbaar said thoughtfully. He had never been one to act on impulse like Neroon.

" Did you reach a decision?"

" Yes. I did."

Patiently waiting for him to continue, Delenn smiled weakly and then took the initiative. " Will you come to Babylon 5 to speak to your brother and perform the Sanaran? " Delenn recalled witnessing the baffled look on Denbaar's face as she had told him of Neroon's human liaison. Could Denbaar accept such a relationship?

" I will. "

Delenn couldn't stop the sigh from leaving her lips. In a certain way she had taken a risk when confiding in him. " I am pleased about that decision, Denbaar. When will you leave Minbar?"

" Tomorrow. Of course I will need to inform my contact on Babylon 5 first," Denbaar remarked, thinking of Marcus Cole, " it would be unwise not to inform him." What the priest didn't mention to Delenn was his growing curiosity; he wanted to meet his brother's beloved. Neroon never ceased to amaze him. ** A human mate...I want to speak to this Anla'shok.**

Flabbergasted, Marcus stared at the now black com-screen. ** Denbaar's coming to Babylon 5? This is a mess....again. Why do I keep getting myself into trouble? Just when things seem to settle down, this happens!** The ranger was still trying to figure out how to deal with this situation as another incoming message distracted him. As the screen flashed to life again, Marcus sighed. " Stephen?"

Franklin studied his friend and wondered about the best way to tell the ranger. " I want you to come to Medlab tomorrow at 1400 hours."

" Can't do. I'll be busy all day," Marcus tried to weasel his way out, but knew it wouldn't work.

" Cancel your appointments. You're still on sick leave even if Delenn has you filing messages. If you don't show up, I --will-- have Neroon bring you to Medlab."

The doctor's grave tone began to worry Marcus. " Is something wrong, Stephen? I thought I was healing nicely. At least that's what you told me." Worried, the ranger searched Franklin's eyes.

" Don't get spooked now, Marcus. Sorry, if I came on too strong," Stephen apologized, mentally kicking himself for scaring his patient. ** I should have phrased that differently. Marcus is still trying to deal with the trauma.**

" I will be there..." the ranger gave in, knowing only too well that should he refuse to go Neroon would --carry-- him to Medlab if necessary. " Stephen,... tell me what's wrong," he pleaded.

" Nothing's wrong, Marcus but I need to talk to you in person."

** You're not telling me the entire truth,** Marcus realized and

shuddered.

Upon his return, Neroon found Marcus seated on the couch staring at the ceiling. A lost expression haunted his hooded eyes. During these last weeks he had come to know and to some degree understand the human. " You're depressed? Tell me your worries," he said, offering his support.

" I don't feel like talking."

" Marcus, keeping it all inside won't work, you know that. Confide in me instead." Neroon pushed harder. It was only a matter of time; eventually Marcus would give in, the ranger always did.

" Denbaar is on his way to Babylon 5," Marcus whispered beneath his breath.

Surprised, Neroon sat down next to him. Gently rubbing the knuckles of Marcus' right hand, he tried to comfort his lover. " And you're worried about the effect that news could have on me?" he added to Marcus' explanation.

" Yes." Finally locking eyes with the Minbari he saw the tranquility in them.

" Don't worry, Marcus. I can handle this development."

" There's something else..." Resting his head on Neroon's shoulder, Marcus closed his eyes. " Stephen wants to talk to me tomorrow. Something's wrong, I --know--...."

Grateful for his lover's obvious trust in him Neroon stroked the silky hair. " Did Franklin say so?"

" No," Marcus replied," he told me not to worry, but...."

" Why don't you believe him? " Neroon inquired.

" These last few days....It felt like I spent them in paradise. Can't last forever though. I'm not that lucky," Marcus sighed helplessly.

" Perhaps it would be best if I accompanied you to Medlab tomorrow."

" No. Don't. I have to do this on my own." Shaking his head, Marcus tried to get to his feet. Neroon stopped him, pulling the ranger back onto the sofa.

" You don't have to cope with this on your own, Marcus. I once told you not to shut me out....I won't allow you to do so now," the headstrong Minbari said determined.

" Thanks. Guess I needed to hear you say that...."

" Marcus," Franklin started, noticing the scared look on his face, " I found an anomaly when running those neural scans on you."

" And that's bad? " Marcus had known something was amiss. Neroon's fingers reassuringly squeezed his hand and the ranger forced himself to remain composed, grateful the Minbari was at his side.

" Not necessarily bad," Stephen shifted slightly in his chair, not sure how to break the news to his patient and friend. " I asked Lyta to have a look at it."

" Lyta? Why? " A tight knot of fearful anticipation had formed in the pit of his stomach. Had Caim hidden something in his mind?

" As a telepath Lyta was able to identify this anomaly; she had seen it once before during her training."

" Stop stalling and tell me the truth, Stephen, --please--" Marcus said, this tension was killing him.

" You're an empath, Marcus. Didn't you know that?" Observing his friend, Franklin saw the stunned look on the ranger's face. " No, obviously you didn't. It wouldn't show on the tests administered by Earthforce, and Psi Corps is only interested in telepaths. There have been cases of empaths turning out to be telepaths as well, but you aren't one of them; you don't carry the gene," the doctor explained," Yes, Delenn gave me access to all your files. I needed that data."

" I'm an empath?" Marcus repeated, truly confused. Glancing at Neroon, he saw a similar baffled look on his face.

" Yes." Stephen confirmed, " Marcus, you do know what an empath is, don't you? "

" An empath is a person who's able to pick up on another's emotional state through some sort of mental connection. Some say it's a lesser form of telepathy. But I never thought...." Reviewing his entire life in slow motion he couldn't find any evidence of the doctor's claim.

" Marcus," leaning in closer, Neroon caught his lover's trembling hands in his, " to own empathic powers is a precious gift. I understand you never knew you possessed this ability, but its just another fascinating facet of your unique personality."

Staring at the Minbari, Marcus produced a strangled sigh.

" Nothing will change between us." Neroon added, noticing the frightful apprehension in his green eyes.

" But I don't understand,..." Marcus whispered.

" Neither do I," Stephen confessed. " No one needs to know you're an empath, Marcus. I just thought you and Neroon should know."

PART 33

Worried, Neroon studied Marcus who had been uncharacteristically quiet during their walk back to their quarters. Left shaken by the news himself, Neroon could only wonder how Marcus felt. ** An empath. Such a precious gift and he never knew .... Accepting this must be hard on him.**

Staring at the ceiling, Marcus turned onto his left side, covering himself with the comforter. The bed felt cold and empty without Neroon lying next to him. ** Neroon.... How can I ever face you again? I know what you must think. But I didn't do it on purpose, I swear! **

" Marcus, you're shutting me out again," Neroon chided him softly. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, the Minbari wondered what was wrong. It was obvious that something had greatly upset his lover and Neroon desperately wanted to take away that pain. ** Was it something I said? Or does the fact that he's an empath confuse him this immensely?**

" You must be angry with me," Marcus whispered at last, afraid to end that sentence.

" Why? " Neroon asked, truly worried now. ** Why do you expect me to be angry at you? **

" I didn't manipulate your feelings deliberately, " the ranger said in strangled tone, closing his eyes as one of Neroon's hands stroked a lock of hair out of his face.

" Manipulate my feelings?" the Minbari repeated; baffled.

" Are you truly in love with me or did I alter your feelings to create this attraction? Maybe you don't even like me and once you realize what I did..." Marcus didn't get the chance to finish that thought. Hands grabbed him roughly, forcing him to sit up and the ranger felt,

-- felt-- Neroon's anger and frustration. That sensation took him by surprise, leaving him panting.

Neroon was about to forbid the ranger to speak untruths like that ever again when he saw the choked expression in his eyes. "Marcus?"

" I'm going mad, Neroon," the ranger whispered. A moment later strong arms held him close and suddenly Marcus felt Neroon's soothing emotions wash over him. A warmth moved through him, assuring him everything was alright.

" You're not insane, Marcus. But never again proclaim such a profanity; I love you and you didn't manipulate my emotions. You always put the blame on yourself, even if there's no reason for doing so. " Clutching his lover's face between his hands, Neroon forced Marcus to look him in the eyes. " I love you, Marcus. When will you realize the meaning of those words? "

" I'm sorry," Marcus apologized. Tremors ran through him as the ranger realized he --was-- capable of picking up Neroon's emotions. ** I have been able to read people's emotions all along, and now I know why; I'm an empath.** Clearing his throat, Marcus said: " I --am-- sorry, Neroon. I'll refrain from touching your emotions in future."

" Are you telling me you're able to do so? In the doctor's office you denied it."

" I only now realize that I'm able to touch your mind in that way. I never before did it ... consciously. I thought my instincts were telling me how to handle a situation. That's why I'm worried I rummaged in your feelings without knowing it."

" Marcus, you should learn how to handle this empathic power you possess. Maybe a telepath...Lyta or perhaps even Talia could help you explore it? Why don't you contact them?"

" I will, but not now," Marcus said, feeling drained. " Denbaar will arrive in one hour and I should be present to greet him." Casting a glance at Neroon he wondered what impact his brother's presence would have on Neroon. " Do you want me to tell Denbaar about...our relationship?"

" No, not as long as I'm an outcast. It would place both of you in a very awkward position." Neroon rested his head on Marcus' shoulder and relished his lover's concern.

Marcus was standing next to Lennier, awaiting Denbaar's arrival. " Where's Delenn? Shouldn't she be here as well to greet him?" the ranger inquired.

Lennier nodded once before answering him. " She's otherwise engaged and will join us when possible." The young aide had been instructed by Delenn not to tell Marcus that she was currently negotiating with the clan leader of the Star Riders who was aboard Babylon 5. If everything went well, Neroon and Marcus would be informed, if not....they would never learn of the failure.

" Lennier? Are you hiding something from me?" Ever since his empathic ability had kicked in fully, Marcus had been amazed how easy it was to read people's emotions; even unintentionally.

The young Minbari shot him an irritated look. " There are matters you do not need to be informed of," he told the ranger in a somewhat icy tone. ** Marcus can't find out the truth, not yet.**

Accepting the reproach, Marcus lowered his eyes. Lennier was right; he wasn't entitled to question his honesty. Staring at his feet, the ranger couldn't help wondering what Lennier was hiding from him.

" That is Denbaar."

Hearing those words tore the ranger away from his troubled musings. His eyes searched the docking area and it didn't take him long to recognize the priest approaching them. Denbaar was of the same height as Neroon, but the composure, the expression in his eyes differed greatly. Telling himself to get a grip on reality again, Marcus followed Lennier as the aide spoke a formal greeting.

Denbaar used that time to search the human's eyes. The priest wasn't interested in Lennier; Denbaar wanted to learn more about the Anla'shok who had taken possession of his brother's heart.

Locking eyes with the Minbari priest, Marcus swayed on his feet for one instant. The emotions emanating from Denbaar were unbelievably intense. Neroon had been right; he should ask Lyta or Talia to teach him how to shut out these kind of emotions; they hurt. ** Bloody hell, why did Stephen tell me? And why am I picking up emotions in this intense way? **

" Marcus?" Lennier's concern showed in his voice as the ranger didn't answer.

Denbaar's face revealed concern as well. Certain sources had told him about Marcus' recent 'visit' to Centauri Prime.

" I'm sorry. Got a bit of a headache," he excused himself. ** It's not even a lie... It's given me a bloody headache!** Regaining his composure he bowed and welcomed Denbaar to Babylon 5.

" Thank you for your kind words," Denbaar looked at the ranger and saw the unease in his eyes. ** It must be hard on him to welcome me, knowing Neroon would want to be here as well. I hope Delenn's effort to lift the ban is successful.**

" We will escort you to the guest quarters, Denbaar," Lennier took charge, confused to see Marcus lost in thought once again. The ranger was acting ....strangely.

" Lyta?" Pressing the door chime once again, Marcus felt an anxiety attack sneaking up on him. What was happening? All his life he'd owned this ability and it had never caused him any discomfort, but now....sensing other people's emotions was driving him nuts; the feelings were too strong, shattering his mind.

The telepath turned around, sensing the ranger's terror and told the computer to open the door. " Marcus?" She watched him storm into her quarters; panic apparent on his face. To be honest, she'd expected him to drop by after seeing the anomaly on his neural scan.

" I need your help, Lyta...These emotions...Why are they this strong?" Marcus allowed her to sit him down on the sofa. Her gloved hands were curled around his fingers and he read understanding and compassion in her mind. " Lyta! It wasn't my intention to pry on your emotions...I can't help myself." Marcus apologized, trying to withdraw from her emotional state of mind.

Lyta smiled at him reassuringly. "It's okay, Marcus. I know you aren't doing it on purpose. Want me to show you how to make the feelings go away? "

" Yes, please."

Lyta gently probed his mind, entered and taught him how to control the emotions.

The trick was to focus on barriers and his experiences with Bester had already given him some insight in how to construct those. As the emotions inside him froze, Marcus sighed. Only one presence except his own remained in his head; Lyta. His control slipped for one moment and as he plunged into her feelings, he gasped.

< Marcus, I'm giving you permission to search my feelings. Then I want you to shut them out, one by one. Only that way you will truly master the strategy.>

Hearing her mind voice reminded him once more of Bester. " Are you sure, Lyta? I'm not going to hurt you, am I?" he questioned, a bit afraid to continue.

< No, you won't hurt me. Now try to identify the first emotion you encounter, then expel it.> she instructed him softly.

Encouraged, Marcus pushed ahead. Loneliness engulfed him and he realized that the fact that she was a telepath set her apart from the other people in her life. " You're lonely..." he mumbled and saw her nod.

" Yes," she replied, not denying the truth. " Now that you have identified that feeling I want you to close a mental door and lock it out." She waited for him to figure out how to do it. Pleased it had taken him only moments to do so, Lyta continued, " Now I want you to grab hold of another emotion and to repeat the procedure."

Reaching out once again, Marcus felt overwhelmed; affection for the first Kosh coursed through him before locking it out; dislike of Bester and the Corps raged through him, till he forced himself to push it away. At last he discovered one more feeling and a serene tranquility came over him. " You're in love with Zack Allen?" Opening his eyes again he saw the embarrassment on her features. " I won't tell any one, Lyta," he assured her.

" Love is an emotion no one can control, Marcus and yes...I'm in love with him. Never expected another soul to find out, least of all like this. You have to keep quiet, Marcus."

" I will," the ranger promised. " Why don't you tell him?"

" I'm a telepath, Marcus. I was a part of Psi Corps. How could Zack love me back?"

" You might be surprised, Lyta. You should tell him. I know Zack likes you a lot. You don't have to be an empath," Marcus smiled as he spoke that word," to see he's attracted to you."

" Why didn't I realize you were one sooner? But you didn't knew yourself, did you?"

" No, I didn't...Lyta? Why are the emotions I'm picking up that strong? They never had that kind of impact on me before." Now that he was calm and in control once more the ranger began to wonder about his new found ability.

" The fact that you know you're an empath might have something to do with it," Lyta replied, not sure herself why Marcus' latent ability was manifesting itself in this way.

" Thanks for showing me how to deal with it," Marcus said softly.

" I suggest you practice the routine with Neroon. You have to shut out disconcerting emotions at all times or they will rule your mind," Lyta advised him.

" I hope Neroon will let me," Marcus murmured, getting to his feet again. Before leaving her quarters, the ranger looked her in the eyes once more. " You should tell Zack."

Delenn nodded her consent. Malgar, leader of the clan of the Star Riders, had agreed to lift the ban his Cast had proclaimed. It had taken her many long hours to convince him of Neroon's loyalty. " I am pleased we achieved an agreement this easily."

" His exile was a loss for our Caste. When will we tell him?" Malgar inquired.

" Lennier? Please send a message to Neroon and ask him to join us," she instructed her aide, who hurried to comply. Lennier had returned to Delenn's quarters after he and Marcus had accompanied Denbaar to his rooms. The young Minbari regretted not having had the time yet to inform the Ambassador of Marcus' absent-minded behavior. It took him only a few moments to contact Neroon.

Rather irritated by the disturbance, Neroon answered the call originating from Delenn's quarters. ** I don't have the time for this. I have to find Marcus.** The ranger hadn't returned yet and no one seemed to know where he had been seen last. Neroon was worried for more reason than one.

" Neroon? Entil' Zha Delenn requires your presence."

" Is it urgent?" Normally he wouldn't question the importance of such a call, but...he was afraid for Marcus.

" Very urgent. The matter can not be postponed," Lennier said firmly.

" I'm on my way." Terminating the connection, he knew he had to go. But perhaps someone else could help him locate Marcus. " Computer? Establish connection with Michael Garibaldi."

Denbaar and Malgar had been talking softly, in order not to disturb Delenn who was waiting impatiently for Neroon to arrive at her quarters. " What is taking him so long?" she asked Lennier.

" Neroon sounded rather....concerned when I talked to him."

" I hope nothing is wrong with Marcus. Did you ask Neroon why he was that upset?"

" No, Delenn. I didn't," Lennier confessed and wondered if Marcus' strange behavior was somehow responsible for Neroon's concern. The door chime broke the silence and as Lennier went to answer it, he hoped it was Neroon who had pressed it.

As the door opened Delenn sighed; recognizing Neroon at once. He was dressed in all black human clothing. A long cloak was draped over his shoulder. " Neroon, we need to talk."

Stepping into the Ambassador's rooms, Neroon told himself to focus on the subject at hand. Mr. Garibaldi had assured him that his men would find the missing ranger. There was nothing more he could do, except perform his duties here. His blood froze in his veins as he heard familiar voices. Locking eyes with the two Minbari who were rising to their feet, Neroon halted in his tracks; mentally cursing Delenn for calling him here. As Satai she should know that his presence would offend Denbaar and his former clan leader Malgar. ** I understand why Denbaar is here, but Malgar? I was never informed he was aboard Babylon 5. Delenn is scheming again.** Bracing himself, he wished Marcus was at his side. ** He always thinks of me as the strong one, but without his wisdom and compassion I'm weak.**

" Neroon," Denbaar was the first to greet him and was pleased to see his brother in good health, " I worried about you, but I should have known you would be fine in the end."

Hearing his brother's voice made Neroon tremble. There had been no trace of loathing or disapproval in his words and Neroon wondered about Delenn's part in all this. " Denbaar," bowing respectfully, Neroon tried to think of some stalling tactic. He needed time to recover from the initial shock. But he was given no time to recover.

Malgar cocked his head and studied the warrior in front of him. The expression in Neroon's eyes was different and judging from Delenn's tale Neroon had learned a valuable lesson during his stay on the station and on Centauri Prime. " Neroon. I'm here to tell you that the ban has been lifted. You're no longer an outcast. The clan welcomes you once more."

** Marcus, where are you? I need you!** Never expecting such a revelation, Neroon fought for control. If only Marcus was at his side." Malgar? Are you sincere?"

" Yes, I am. Satai Delenn convinced me the punishment was uncalled for." Malgar realized Delenn had been right; Neroon's arrogance and sense of superiority had been replaced by new-found wisdom.

" Thank you, Malgar." Neroon bowed. " I'm proud to be part of the clan once more."

" Good." Malgar decided to test the warrior. Delenn had told him of his love for the human Anla'shok and how he had become part of her council. " The crew of the Ingata needs a new Shai Alit. When will you be ready to leave?"

Neroon shook his head; determined, steadfast. " I have to decline that honor, Malgar. I made a promise and I intent to keep it. I will stay onboard of Babylon 5 to serve Satai Delenn and my beloved. I've already made my choices."

Delenn approached him, wanting to see the expression in his eyes. Neroon was totally honest and she realized he'd become a part of Marcus. The warrior would never be able to desert the ranger; the other half of his soul.

" You have my permission to do so, Neroon. Serve her well and be faithful to the one you love," Malgar told him in firm tone, " I have to leave now. Denbaar, Delenn..." Striding out of the room the clan leader left them alone.

" Delenn, why?" Neroon stared into her eyes. Why had she gone through all this trouble to have the ban lifted?

" She knows you, brother," Denbaar answered instead of Delenn.

Turning to face his brother, Neroon momentarily forgot about Delenn's scheming. "I'm glad to see you, brother. I hope all is well back home?" Neroon hoped Denbaar understood the deeper meaning of that inquiry.

" Our grandparents are well and Elaan...Your son has become a man. You should be proud of him," Denbaar told him, knowing Neroon yearned for information about his only child.

" Thank you," Neroon smiled hearing this good news. As Denbaar extended his hand in greeting, Neroon clasped it tightly as if assuring himself this was really happening and not just a daydream. But then, reality impacted full force as Marcus' disappearance began to torment him again. " Denbaar, it's hard to explain, but I have to leave now."

" Why?" Delenn interjected.

" I need to find Marcus. Mr. Garibaldi is already searching for him." Neroon bit back the words he had wanted to add; that his empathic powers were upsetting him.

" I never knew," the Ambassador admitted, " we will help you find him."

Zack Allen and Michael Garibaldi had taken it upon themselves to search the Zocalo and the gardens. It was quiet in the Japanese stone garden. " No one here," Zack stated and was about to leave when he saw a figure slumped over beneath one of the rocks. " Marcus?" Straining to identify the form in the half-dark, Zack realized he'd found Cole. Tapping his hand communicator he contacted the Chief: " Michael? I located our ranger."

" Don't let him get away. I'm on my way over there." Garibaldi checked Allen's whereabouts and started moving.

" Marcus? It's me, Zack," he whispered, not sure why Marcus was hiding.

" You can come closer, Zack. Just needed to think certain things over....I needed to be alone." Marcus looked up at him and smiled reassuringly. ** Have they been searching for me? Let me guess, Neroon got worried again.** The thought made him smile. Zack's emotions were easy to read; the ranger only needed one answer and closed the mental door once more.

" Are you okay?" Approaching the ranger, Zack noticed the hooded look in Marcus' eyes.

" Yes, I'm fine. Can I ask you a question?" Rising to his feet, Marcus removed some dirt off his clothes.

" Go ahead."

" You like Lyta Alexander, don't you?" Playfully patting him on his shoulder, Marcus smiled as Zack's face became flustered. " I thought so...want some advise? The lady loves lilies...A man who shows up at her door carrying those flowers...." he hinted, " She likes you as well, Zack," Marcus said and sensed his embarrassment at being found out.

" Lilies? " Wondering where he could get those, Zack waited for the Chief to show up. He didn't have to wait too long though.

Storming into the Japanese stone garden was Garibaldi; his facial expression wavering between irritation and relief. " Cole! Stop being such a pain in the ass and go home! I wouldn't be surprised to learn that Neroon has been tearing the station apart to find you."

" Thanks for caring, Mr. Garibaldi," Marcus smugly quipped. A gentle probing of Michael's mind told him the Chief was relieved to find him alive and unharmed. " I better find Neroon then." Marcus smiled and resolutely left the garden. His job here was done.

" Chief, know of a place where I can buy lilies?"

" Lilies?" Michael repeated, wondering if everyone had gone mad. Was he the only sane one left on the station?

PART 34

One day later nervousness had a tight hold on Neroon; he was running late thanks to Denbaar who had told him only hours ago that he was willing to perform the Sanaran. His brother had hardly given him any time to inform Marcus about the ritual itself. The warrior had only managed to tell Marcus to dress in the brown robes which would be waiting for him in his quarters and then to meet him in Grey 19. On his way over there, Neroon regretted not having had the opportunity to tell Marcus about all facets of the Sanaran. Quickly entering the corridor where Marcus was waiting for him Neroon sighed seeing the ranger dressed in ceremonial robes.

One of the Minbari's hands came to rest on his shoulder and Marcus sensed the flow of troubled emotions coming his way. The intensity of Neroon's feelings surprised him. Ever since Lyta had shown him how to register streams of emotions Marcus realized that he'd always sensed these things, but had never before been able to name them. Concentrating on Neroon, Marcus allowed the Minbari's emotions to wash through him; love was the dominating one. Truly awed, Marcus realized how much Neroon loved him; the Minbari considered him the most precious thing in his life. To actually experience Neroon's emotions this intensely left him shaken. Moving on, Marcus focused on another emotion; pride. The warrior was proud of the trust and openness in their relationship. As he ventured closer to the core of Neroon's emotions, the ranger encountered a flash of apprehension. It made him stop; he'd never known Neroon to be anxious. " Neroon? You're nervous... Tell me why? "

The warrior stood beside him, waiting for Denbaar to call them to appear before him so the Sanaran could begin. " I didn't have the time to inform you about the Sanaran," Neroon whispered. Neroon had never expected the ban to be lifted and finding a priest who wanted to perform the ceremony this quickly. Denbaar had told him he had to leave for Minbar very soon and the ritual needed to performed --now--!

" Why don't you tell me now?" Marcus wrapped an arm around his lover's waist and immediately felt a shift in Neroon's emotions; protectiveness wiped away all fear.

" Part of the Sanaran consists of a test of trust and love. Someone might challenge you or me in order to prove our love," the Minbari explained, revealing the source of his discomfort. Looking down at their brown robes, Neroon searched for his pike with one of his hands. ** Yes, It's still there. We will need a weapon.**

" Neroon, what challenge? Tell me," Marcus pleaded. The ranger was aware of the fact that Neroon still wanted to protect him, but during these last few weeks in which they had been training daily, Marcus had managed to get back into shape. Only one thing bothered him. Rather painful, shaming memories chose to surface at very inappropriate times, paralyzing him momentarily. Letting them manifest themselves coaxed them into going away more quickly, only when fighting they grew more real and terrifying. The first time one of his rape-memories had surfaced had been during their work out. Neroon had been towering over him and that image had sent off certain impulses to his brain, recalling Ranan hovering over him during his imprisonment. Shaking off the uneasy feeling, Marcus stared at Neroon. ** He'll always want to protect me. Our shared experiences and pain changed him as well. ** A smile illuminated Marcus' face. ** There are worse things in life than having a Minbari at my side who's intent on defending my honor and life. **

Neroon wasn't really sure why he felt this uncomfortable. The challenge was only a ceremonial part of the ritual and the challengers had been chosen by Denbaar personally. No one wouldn't be in any real danger. " The thought that you could get hurt...."

Marcus clasped Neroon's hands in his and smiled at him weakly. ** Normally, he's the one calming me down; things are strangely reversed.** Running his fingertips over Neroon's skin, Marcus remembered all the times the Minbari had managed to reassure him that everything would be alright. Still very uncertain about these empathic powers he possessed, Marcus tried to internally focus on his love for Neroon. Not having a clue how he'd managed to send those feelings to the Minbari, Marcus watched the tension disappear from Neroon's eyes.

" You...." Neroon stuttered while soothing emotions became part of his mind.

" Don't worry, Neroon. You taught me a lot during our work outs. I can fight any one who wants to challenge us," cracking a grin Marcus added," and best them."

" Marcus," Neroon returned the grin, loving the ranger's cockiness.

The door opened and Delenn, dressed in spotless white robes, beckoned them inside.

Once inside, Marcus scanned his surroundings. Denbaar was waiting for them to approach and Delenn, Lennier and the Captain took their places near the wall. ** Neroon should have made time to tell me about this bloody ceremony. I'll have to teach him to 'open up' a bit more,** Marcus thought, smiling to himself. The harp-like music Neroon was so fond of echoed through the room and Marcus began to feel tense. Apparently, this ceremony meant quite a lot to Neroon and apprehension pierced through the ranger. It took Marcus a moment to realize it was his lover's emotion washing through him. These new experiences still baffled him.

" Marcus, Neroon," Denbaar said and gestured them to stand before him.

The ranger deeply inhaled the smell of incense which filled the room and forced himself to remain calm; he needed to shut out all emotions which were upsetting him at the moment. Neroon bowed and Marcus quickly mimicked that courtesy. ** I have no idea what to do!** he realized and fought off the feelings of panic.

" According to the traditions of the Warrior Caste you have called upon the Sanaran to be performed today. You will have to prove your worth in battle should someone challenge you. Is there anyone who challenges Marcus' right to be united with his chosen one, Neroon?"

Holding his breath, Neroon searched the room and saw a dark shape freeing itself from the shadows. Even though he knew this was part of the ritual the thought of losing Marcus in a mock fight scared him.

Marcus picked up on that fear and smiled reassuringly. Neroon had to understand that he no longer needed protection. A young Minbari male emerged from the shadows and Marcus felt his lover's shock. " Neroon?" The ranger locked eyes with his lover; dark eyes had grown big with...surprise?

" Elaan? Is it really you? " Neroon studied his son who was a child no longer.** His eyes are so much like Shari's,** he realized, and was surprised to find that looking into those blue eyes no longer caused him pain. ** Because Marcus has filled my heart with love and desire once more.**

Marcus froze hearing that name. ** I'm supposed to fight his son??? **

Elaan smiled hearing his father's voice. His grandparents had given him permission to travel to Babylon 5 to be part of this ceremony as required by protocol. Uncle Denbaar had explained his role to him. Locking eyes with his father, Elaan's smile grew bright. Although he didn't know Neroon as intimately as a son should know his father, Elaan was proud to stand before him at last. " Yes, father. It is I, Elaan, your son." Bowing respectfully, Elaan witnessed the contented expression in Denbaar's eyes. After all, it had been the priest who had seen to it that the family was reunited once more.

" You have grown. Elaan, you're a man now. Did you already proclaim the Caste of your choice?" Hungry to know more about his only child Neroon forced himself to push back the importance of this ceremony. Casting a glance at Marcus, he read understanding in his green eyes.

" Yes, I did one cycle ago. I am training to become a priest, father."

The answer pleased Neroon and a revelation hit him. ** I made a mistake a long time ago. My heart is religious and not that of a true warrior.** Nodding his head, Neroon replied; " I'm pleased with your choice. It speaks of wisdom."

Denbaar cleared his throat. The emotional impact of their reunion had also surprised him, but the ceremony had to continue.

" Neroon has a son?" John said in stunned voice.

Lennier smiled kindly while Delenn thought of a suitable answer. " Yes. Elaan is Neroon's only child. The ritual requires Elaan to challenge Marcus to battle. Marcus will have to prove he's worthy of being Neroon's mate." Seeing the slight irritation on Sheridan's face, she added," It's part of the ritual, John. No one will be injured here."

" Does Marcus know that as well?" John asked, seeing the confused look on the ranger's face.

" I hope Neroon told him," Delenn replied, suddenly worried.

Elaan concentrated on the human standing next to his father. Studying his green eyes Elaan was taken aback; there was something peculiar about this ranger he couldn't name. ** I like him without knowing him,** Elaan realized and was pleased about that. Upon hearing whom his father had chosen as his significant other, Elaan had been flabbergasted; a human? ** But now I begin to understand.** Walking towards the human he recalled the ranger's name; Marcus Cole. " I am Elaan, son of Shari and Neroon. I challenge you, Marcus Cole. Prove to me you're a warrior and the ceremony will be allowed to continue." Seeing the stunned expression in those eyes, Elaan smiled.** Father didn't tell him this might occur. The human has no idea what he's supposed to do. I will have to help him.** Extending his pike, Elaan assumed an attack position.

** Now what? Why do I always end up in this kind of mess? Why didn't Neroon warn

me? ** Marcus' gently probed Elaan's emotions and found only amusement and a feeling of true caring for his father. At last, Marcus realized this wasn't supposed to be a fight to the death. ** I have to prove I'm a warrior? In fighting him? ** Not underestimating the young Minbari for one second, Marcus reached for his pike. As he locked eyes with Neroon he recognized the stunned surprise in them. ** Neroon didn't know Elaan would be here. Looks like Denbaar and Elaan outsmarted him!** A bit amused Marcus opened his pike at well. A moment later Neroon's whispered words reached his ears.

" Marcus, this is not a -- real -- fight."

" I figured that much, Neroon. Don't be afraid," Marcus cocked an eyebrow and grinned wickedly, " I won't injure him...I just hope he won't hurt me...."

A chuckle appeared on Neroon's face hearing those words.

Walking towards Elaan, Marcus winked at him, earning a confused look. ** Looks like Elaan doesn't know much about human habits...I'm sure he'll learn quickly.** Circling each other Marcus waited for Elaan to carry out the first attack. Even if Elaan was a novice training to become a priest, he would have learned how to handle the pike in temple.

Seeing that wink distracted Elaan momentarily as he wondered about its meaning. A moment later he realized that the human wanted him to deal the first blow. Launching a classic attack Elaan targeted Marcus' legs.

** You'll have to do better to surprise me,** Marcus thought and leaped up in the air. Spinning around he managed to tap Elaan's shoulders softly with one end of his pike in a playful gesture. That blow could have impacted a lot harder.

Elaan knew the human was playing with him. His father must have worked on sharpening the ranger's fighting skills. Blocking another blow Elaan remembered the sad tale Delenn had told him as he had asked about the ranger's history. The young Minbari never expected to hear about that mission which went haywire and 'Angel's ' imprisonment. Catching the look Neroon shot Marcus from the corner of his eye, Elaan knew his father was worried for the human. ** And I understand why he feels apprehensive, but it is unnecessary. The ranger is a master at pike fighting. **

Marcus was rather enjoying himself. Neroon was an opponent he would never be able to beat in a pike fight because of his immense strength, but he and Elaan were equally matched; both would be able to win. Admiring Elaan's fluent grace, Marcus charged once more, eager to get this over with. ** Just what do I have to do end this? ** he wondered.

Elaan never expected that attack and stumbled backwards; pike falling from his hands it crashed onto the floor with a loud thud. Dropping to one knee he looked into mischievous green eyes.

Marcus smiled seeing the surprise in Elaan's eyes and extended his hand while collapsing his pike. " You fought well," he complimented the young man who couldn't have been using that pike for long. ** He's no warrior, his life doesn't depend on his fighting skills.**

Accepting the hand gracefully, Elaan allowed the human to pull him back to his feet. Bowing his head in acknowledgment he said;" You are a true warrior. I withdraw my challenge."

** That's it? ** Marcus thought in amazement, ** It's over?**

" Both of you fought well," Neroon remarked proudly. It was obvious Marcus and Elaan would become friends. His son didn't hold any grudge against him for choosing a human ranger as his partner.

Elaan, back on his feet again, closed his own pike. Standing next to Marcus, he continued to study the ranger, ** An empath. I never met an empath before.**

" Marcus, you mastered the challenge. Now, is there anyone who challenges Neroon to prove his love for Marcus? " Denbaar stated formally, waiting for the second challenger.

The moment Neroon heard those words he knew Denbaar was up to something. His brother had always been devious when it came down to making things more difficult for him.

" I don't believe he truly loves Marcus. I challenge him."

The voice came from behind him and Neroon turned around slowly. He identified the voice at once and couldn't repress a growl. ** This is only a mock challenge!** he reminded himself, But to hear that accusation; to hear his love for Marcus doubted, infuriated him. " I accept the challenge," he said in icy tone.

Marcus recognized the voice as well. " Mr. Garibaldi?" Eyes wide, the ranger stared at the Chief, now standing in front of him. Elaan's words barely reached him.

" Marcus, the ceremony needs to be performed correctly. Uncle Denbaar choose the challengers."

" I understand, " Marcus hesitated one moment before speaking his name, " Elaan, but Neroon is furious. I can feel it."

" You're an empath; why don't you reach out to my father and bring peace to his mind?" Elaan questioned.

" I ... am not sure he wants me to do that," Marcus murmured, but did try to reach out to Neroon.

Sensing the warm, soothing feelings course through him Neroon looked at the ranger and felt the mental apology for intruding on his emotions. " I am calm once more," Neroon mumbled in acknowledgement.

Relieved, Marcus saw the clarity return to Neroon's eyes. The ranger had never known how complicated this ceremony would be.

" So, Mr. Garibaldi...You challenge me?" Neroon grinned, eager to find out what the Chief was up to.

" Yes." Michael wondered why he'd said yes in the first place when Denbaar had asked him to play along. Thankfully, the crazed look in Neroon's eyes had disappeared. For one instant Michael had been prepared to defend his life for real.

" I'm waiting," Neroon mocked him, " but before we start, allow me to inquire if you're wearing that swinger we gave you."

Garibaldi couldn't help himself; he blushed. " Do you have to bring up that subject now?! You've developed a wicked sense of humor, Neroon. I'm not sure I'm thrilled about it though," Michael quipped.

" This is going to be a verbal fight then?" Neroon replied with a smirk on his face.

" Not if I can help it," Garibaldi charged forward, knocking the breath out of Neroon's lungs.

The warrior never expected that attack and berated himself for being careless. None of them were supposed to get injured during the fight so Neroon told himself to be careful from now on. Wrapping an arm around the Chief's neck, Neroon pulled him down and wrestled him to the floor, ignoring Garibaldi's muffled curses. Neroon had to admit he was enjoying himself; it would be rather easy to snap Garibaldi's neck. Wondering if the Chief knew he was in peril, Neroon looked over at Marcus and his son. ** Everything will work out between us. One family at last.**

" Hey...Oxygen is becoming an issue here! I need to breathe," Michael cracked in strangled tone.

" Do you surrender? " Neroon inquired formally.

" Hell, ya. I surrender!"

Neroon released him and waited for the Chief to catch his breath. " I hope I didn't hurt you too badly," Neroon said teasingly.

" I'm sure as hell glad I'm not your sparring partner," Michael said, shooting Marcus a meaningful glance.

" The first part of the Sanaran has been completed," Denbaar stated approvingly.

" First part?" Marcus repeated, clutching his head in mock desperation.

" Yes. The second part consists of a vigil during which you will have to remain awake," the priest said, a bit puzzled why his brother hadn't told Marcus what to expect. "You will now discard the brown robes," he instructed them.

Marcus watched Neroon slip out of his outer brown robes. A moment later they were both standing in front of Denbaar clad in white robes, awaiting further instructions.

" Tomorrow, at the exact moment when the sun rises on Minbar you will be lead here to complete the Sanaran. Lennier will take you to a room where you can meditate during the night."

Watching Elaan intensely, Neroon bowed towards his son who promptly returned the gesture. " We will talk after the ceremony. It's been too long. I have neglected my fatherly duties."

Elaan smiled kindly. His grandparents had raised him in an environment of love and respect and had told him about Neroon's duties to the clan. He had never blamed his father for taking his responsibilities towards the clan seriously. " I am looking forward to getting to know you -- and Marcus -- better."

Marcus sat down on the floor; cross-legged. There was not a single piece of furniture to be found in the entire room. Lennier had left them alone and Marcus' eyes followed Neroon who had started to pace impatiently. He didn't have to read Neroon's emotions to know that the Minbari was restless and longed to talk to his son. Elaan's presence was something Neroon had never counted on.

" Marcus?" Neroon sat down behind him and was pleased when the ranger rested his back against his chest. Enveloping him in his arms, Neroon softly kissed the back of his lover's neck. " Are you sure you want to complete this ritual? Once our liaison has been proclaimed in public by Denbaar, you will be 'stuck' with me and my son."

" Don't worry about Elaan. I like him," Marcus replied honestly. " You never expected him to show up, did you?"

" I should have known Denbaar was up to something. He lives to annoy me." Neroon gently caressed his lover's skin, tasting the salt while licking his flesh.

" Neroon," Marcus wriggled in his arms, not sure what his lover's plans were, " aren't we supposed to mediate...?"

" A waste of precious time. No one will interrupt us. The vigil is meant as one last chance to reconsider the Sanaran, and as we're both determined to see this through.... I might as well explore your delicious body a bit more."

Delightful shivers ran down the ranger's spine as he realized what Neroon was hinting at. " Another lesson?" he whispered.

" Why don't you teach me more ways to please you, Marcus? It's been two days since I made you beg for release....," Neroon said sensually, then suckled one of Marcus' earlobes. " You're enchanting, ravishing, pure compassion. A soul filled with forgiveness. I crave your passion."

Marcus surrendered to the caress and smiled." Lately, you always get poetic before taking me, Neroon." He panted as Neroon's lips silenced him.

An old fashioned knock on the door woke Neroon with a start. ** Impossible! I couldn't have fallen asleep! I'm supposed to guard Marcus during the night.** Opening his eyes, Neroon realized his head was resting in his lover's lap. Bright green eyes smiled at him.

" Did you sleep well? Learning new ways to please me seem to have exhausted you," Marcus purred, feeling unusually chipper. Neroon had made his wildest dreams come true last night. Another night spent in heaven.

" I can't believe I fell asleep!" Neroon raised a hand and caressed his lover's face. After removing all that absurd facial hair the ranger's face had remained clean shaven.

" You were tired, Neroon. Also gave me a chance to watch over you for once. I love to watch you sleep," Marcus whispered. He sighed as the Minbari sat up, feeling bereft of his lover's warmth.

" You will have that opportunity often once the Sanaran has been completed. About that ..." Neroon didn't want to repeat his previous oversight; Marcus should know what lay ahead of him. " I'm truly sorry I didn't have the time to inform you of the possible challengers. I never thought there would be any."

" I was surprised to find your son challenging me. How old is Elaan any way?"

Counting, Neroon said;" About 14 Minbari cycles, that would make him...21 human years old."

" In human terms, an adult," Marcus replied, running a finger over the warrior's bonecrest. Neroon purred like a big, dangerous cat.

Another knock on the door reminded them that someone demanded entry.

Quickly getting to his feet, Neroon wished the Sanaran had already been completed; then he would have Marcus to himself and could make him cry out his name again. " Enter!" Irritation showed in his tone.

The door opened to reveal Lennier. Marcus fought hard not to blush as he remembered all the things Neroon had done to him last night to make him go berserk with passion.

Lennier saw the sensual expression in the ranger's eyes and decided to ignore it.

From looking at Marcus, Lennier could tell they hadn't held vigil that night, but had been busy nonetheless. Well, it wasn't his business any way. His task was to accompany them to Denbaar and Elaan. Neroon's son had been a pleasant surprise to Lennier. Both novices, they had discovered they had much in common. " Please follow me. Denbaar is expecting you."

" Neroon! You still didn't tell me about this last part of the Sanaran!" Marcus berated the warrior.

" Then you will find out when we get there," Neroon sighed, a bit displeased not having being able to inform his lover beforehand.

Delenn and John Sheridan were already waiting for them to arrive. Elaan had taken his place near his uncle. This last part would only take moments and then the young Minbari would be able to talk to his father and Marcus at last.

Walking beside his beloved, Neroon stared into Denbaar's eyes. Now that he was close enough he saw the contentment in them. The priest was definitely pleased with the outcome of this ceremony.

" The sacred vows." Denbaar announced and uncovered a small ceremonial knife from his sleeve.

** Vows? And what about that knife?** Feeling totally lost Marcus looked at Neroon for an explanation, but it was obvious only Denbaar was supposed to be talking at this point.

Denbaar had long realized that Marcus needed some direction and decided to enlighten him. " It is tradition to exchange vows at this point. All you need to do is to let your heart speak."

** That's easy to say! I hope Neroon will go first.** Marcus' eyes searched Neroon's and saw the confidence the Minbari had in him reflected there.

" The ceremonial knife," Denbaar continued," is meant to make a small cut in the palm of both your hands. These will be pressed against each other. The blood will mingle and conclude the ceremony. Neroon, do you want to speak your vow first?"

Nodding his head, the warrior enveloped Marcus' left hand in his and faced his lover.

Him going first would enable Marcus to think of a vow of his own. " I vow to respect and love you as long as we both shall live. I will protect you, keep you safe from harm. In my heart, there will always be a sanctuary for you to turn to when you're troubled. I also welcome you into my family and clan." His voice sounded sincere and determined. As he said the word 'family' Neroon noticed how Denbaar and Elaan nodded their approval. Extending his other hand, the warrior presented the palm to Denbaar. The priest made a shallow cut, only allowing a few drops of red blood to appear. " Now it's your turn, Marcus," Neroon said in an encouraging tone.

Swallowing hard, Marcus tried to remove the lump which had formed in his throat. Neroon's sincerity was coursing through him and made it difficult for the ranger to form coherent thoughts. Shutting out the overwhelming emotions, the ranger managed to speak. " I vow to love you as long as I live. I need your warmth and strength to guide me. I hope you'll never leave me. I won't hesitate to sacrifice my life in order to save yours. I wish I could welcome you into my family as well, but they're all dead." Marcus' voice trailed off as memories of William and his parents returned to him. "So your family will become my family." Quickly offering his hand to Denbaar as well, Marcus was confronted with the scars around his wrist. Fighting hard to subdue the unpleasant memories, the ranger remained motionless.

Neroon knew how hard it had been on Marcus to actually speak those words, but when the warrior saw his hooded eyes drawn to the scars Neroon knew his beloved was reliving traumatic memories. " Marcus?" At that moment he didn't care about protocol and ceremony. If Marcus needed him...

" I'm fine....now," Marcus sighed as the intensity of the memories faded away.

Elaan had watched the exchange as well and had been ready to intervene should the need have arisen. From the corner of his eye he had also noticed Delenn's worry as the ranger had trembled momentarily; a haunted look had appeared in his suddenly clouded eyes.

Neroon squeezed Marcus' other hand to comfort him while Denbaar made a small cut in the ranger's palm .

" Now let the blood mingle and become one in body and soul," Denbaar stated in firm voice.

Watching his droplets of blood mingle with Neroon's, Marcus stared into dark eyes which were aflame.

" May Valen watch over you in battle." Denbaar blessed them, ending the ceremony at last.

Marcus' grin caught Neroon by surprise.

Leaning in closer, the ranger whispered into his lover's ear;" Let's hope Jeffrey Sinclair isn't too busy then."

Neroon understood the remark. While being part of the Grey Council he had been told the truth about the fabled Minbari leader.

Accepting the piece of cloth to wrap around the cut, Marcus smiled at the warrior. " I guess this is it? At least I hope so. "

" Yes, the Sanaran has been completed," Denbaar said softly, " Your liaison is official now."

Back in their own quarters Marcus sat down on the couch; drained and utterly tired. ** I didn't get any sleep last night...** Unable to repress a yawn he unwrapped the fabric from his hand. The small cut had closed and was already starting to heal. Elaan and Denbaar would visit later. The priest had decided they needed to rest first.

" Do you want some tea, Marcus? " Neroon was searching the cupboards for the right tea bags, craving a cup of his favorite herbal tea.

" Yes," Marcus muttered, eyes closed. He was quickly drifting off into sleep.

As Neroon entered the living area the ranger was already soundly asleep. Placing the mugs on the table, Neroon inserted one of his own music crystals and played it at low volume. Walking over to the sofa, Neroon covered him with a comforter. " Sleep my angel. You need the rest. And you'll need it even more ..... after tonight."

PART 35

Stretching his still fatigued body Marcus yawned once more and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. ** This time --I-- fell asleep,** he mused. His eyes flashed open to search the room and he promptly stared into Neroon's dark ones. " You have been watching me sleep," the ranger whispered sensually, his voice still heavy with the remnants of dreams.

Neroon nodded once then slowly strode over to the sofa where the ranger had fallen asleep some hours ago. " Do you feel rested? Denbaar and Elaan will arrive shortly."

" In that case I'd better try to wake up for real," Marcus sighed and slowly walked into the bathroom to splash some cold water onto his face. A moment later he realized Neroon was standing in the doorway, still observing him like a predator. Gently searching the Minbari's emotions, Marcus sensed nothing out of the ordinary; Neroon emanated a sense of true contentment and it made him blush.

" You're officially mine now," Neroon quipped, wondering how the ranger would react to that statement.

" I guess that means you're mine as well," Marcus said in amused tone, relishing his lover's possessiveness.

Neroon laughed warmly, his mirth reverberated through the room. " I was always yours, Marcus," he wisecracked. The door chime announced visitors and the warrior stepped back into the living area. " Yes, enter," Looking forward to talking to his family, Neroon was relieved to be reunited with them. ** Thanks to Delenn. She convinced Malgar to accept me into the clan once more.**

Denbaar entered first; Elaan following him at a respectful distance. The young Minbari was curious to find out more about his father. ** And Marcus Cole.** Scanning the quarters, Elaan's eyes came to rest on the human bed. ** It's true! Father really sleeps at this death-tempting angle! He is still alive though...**

" Denbaar, Elaan, I welcome you to these humble quarters," Neroon greeted them and gestured them to sit down. A bit earlier he'd prepared some ceremonial tea which he now offered his relatives. Both Minbari accepted the gesture and made themselves comfortable on the couch, Neroon couldn't help studying them. " You have aged, Denbaar. As I look upon you now, I can see our father's features on your face. "

" You are the older one, Neroon but you seem to be in your prime. I do sense a change in you." Denbaar looked around, wondering if the ranger would join them as well. "You spoke true words during the Sanaran when you offered Marcus the comfort of our family."

" Thank you for accepting him into the family." Neroon knew how unique their situation was.

" Father?" Elaan said in soft tone.

" Yes, my son? " Neroon relished his presence, but realized that Marcus had not yet joined them. The warrior decided to be lenient and to give the ranger more time; ** Probably gathering his courage. I will never understand his timidity though. It is totally uncalled for.**

" Uncle Denbaar will leave for Minbar tomorrow. Can I stay a little longer on this space station? It is the first time I have been away from home and...it is also the first opportunity I have been given to get to know you, father."

" I understand. You may stay."

" Thank you, father. Entil'Zha Delenn already assigned me some quarters near yours." Elaan smiled.

** Delenn's scheming again,** Neroon realized. Getting to his feet, he excused himself and headed towards the bathroom to see what was taking Marcus that long. He found the ranger staring at his reflection in the mirror. " Marcus? Will you join us? "

" Yes, I will...." Marcus shook off the strange feeling of entanglement. As he had stared into mirror his own emotions had almost overwhelmed him. ** I never realized how happy and fulfilled I am thanks to Neroon. ** Walking towards his lover, Marcus sensed Neroon's bliss and immersed himself in it. ** I've never been this happy in my entire life. I only hope Denbaar and Elaan will accept me as Neroon's... lover? Mate? Significant other? Beloved?** The words coursed through him and Marcus knew all of them applied to their relationship.

As Marcus and Neroon approached the two Minbari they rose to their feet and bowed slightly. Taken aback momentarily, Marcus regained his composure and bowed in return. Emotions crashed at his barriers and the ranger realized they were Elaan's, not his. The young novice was thrilled to be this close to his father and an immense curiosity aimed at his father's chosen one, washed through the ranger. ** Elaan likes me and will give me the chance to become friends with him.** Focusing his attention on Denbaar, Marcus managed to sit down at the same time. Not probing into the priest's feelings intentionally, the ranger sensed Denbaar's tight control over his emotions. Denbaar respected and admired his brother.

" Marcus, I once more want to assure you that you're a part of our family now. It saddened me to learn you have no living relatives." Denbaar saw the warmth and gratitude in Marcus' eyes for being accepted into their family like this.

" Denbaar, I..." Marcus was at a loss for words, but the priest's smile assured him the unspoken words were heard nonetheless.

" Elaan will stay with us for some time," Neroon informed the ranger. " We should strengthen the bound between the three of us." A sly smile stole over his face as the warrior realized another truth, " Marcus....You're Elaan's legal guardian as well now that our liasion is official."

Baffled, the ranger stared at his lover, " Legal guardian?"

" Yes, Neroon is right," Denbaar confirmed in steadfast tone, " being Neroon's official beloved changes matters."

** I'm a dad now as well?** Marcus shook his head in wonder.

Susan and Talia had left the station to enjoy a well-deserved break. Draal had told the two of them Epsilon 3 possessed some special, secret charms they might want to explore in a more private setting. Ivanova had accepted the offer; the planet was close to Babylon 5 and in case of an emergency she could get back within the shortest span of time.

Marcus had been there to see them off and he had sensed the love and affection between the two women. The fact that he'd been able to restore their happiness made him feel all warm inside. There was one other matter Marcus wanted to check on though; Zack Allen and Lyta Alexander.

Zack was nervous as hell, almost crushing the real lilies he was holding in his hands. The young man couldn't remember ever doing something this dangerous before; stepping up to a woman to tell her he had fallen in love with her. If it hadn't been for Marcus' words he would never have found the courage to go ahead with this. ** What if Marcus was only teasing me and Lyta hates lilies? Stupefied, Zack realized he'd already pressed the door chime, promptly a mad desire to run out of this corridor as quickly as possible overwhelmed him. ** I'm fooling myself; Lyta can't be interested in an ordinary guy like me. I'm making an ass out of myself.** Quickly turning around Zack wanted to take that first step to flee this upcoming confrontation when the door opened and a soft voice spoke his name.

" Zack? " Lyta stared at him and smelled the sweet fragrance of white lilies. ** Marcus!** She realized the ranger hadn't kept silent after all. Zack's nervousness was washing through her and Lyta knew the moment of truth had arrived. She could run once more, stay behind on her own, use her telepathy as a reason to justify her loneliness again...No, it had to stop here and now. This man loved her ...and the feelings were mutual. This was the chance she had been hoping for. She would never again find such a gentle man as Zack Allen.

" Lyta ... I ...." Lost for words, Zack stared at his feet. ** I don't even know what to

say....**

" I love lilies, " Lyta started and smiled as Zack looked up at her in nervous anticipation. Reading the self-doubt in his eyes, Lyta stepped aside and beckoned him to enter her quarters.

Zack didn't move though." Marcus told me you liked these flowers...For some time now I've been trying to find a way to tell you that..." Zack's voice dropped; scared to speak these words aloud in her presence.

Lyta patiently waited for him to continue. The telepath was beginning to feel nervous as well. She wanted him to say those words and hoped he would find the courage to do so.

" The truth is I'm in love with you, Lyta," Zack mumbled, avoiding her eyes and handed her the flowers. Feeling clumsy, he shuffled his feet and waited for an answer. ** She'll fling those flowers right back at me!**

" Please come inside, Zack, " Lyta said in steadfast tone, determined to give the both of them a chance.

" What? " Zack couldn't believe she was actually inviting him in. Locking eyes with her at last, he said: " I love you, Lyta. Do I have a chance winning your love? I know I don't have that much to offer. I'm no telepath, only a security officer."

" Come inside and I might give you that chance," Lyta said in soft tone, accepting the lilies and inhaling their fragrance.

Her other hand was pulling him inside and Zack yielded at once, hardly believing his luck. After staring into her eyes for an eternity, Zack moved closer towards her and their lips touched at last.

Sneaking through the bowels of the station, it took Marcus a couple of minutes to get to Lyta's quarters. It was a good thing Neroon was busy analyzing some data and wouldn't miss him. Marcus had already pressed the door chime when very strong, passionately colored emotions came swirling at him. A smile flashed across his features. ** I think Zack found those lilies and made his appearance. Looks like Lyta let him in...** Marcus turned to leave as the door opened to reveal a rather disheveled looking Lyta Alexander, only wearing a long shirt. The intense emotions the ranger had been picking up grew stronger and Marcus realized he'd interrupted a very intimate moment. " Sorry, Lyta. I will be back later."

Lyta shot him a confused look. Her eyes grew big as the telepath realized she had been found out. ** Marcus --is-- an empath, so why am I surprised? I wasn't shielding my thoughts.** Shaking her head to untangle her tousled hair, she smiled gently. " You told him to buy lilies, didn't you, Marcus?" Not waiting for his response she continued, " thanks for doing so. "

" Lyta? The bed, and more importantly little me, is getting cold," Zack's warm voice reverberated through the room.

" Seems like I turned into some kind match maker," Marcus said and grinned mischievously.

Lyta blushed gracefully and refrained from commenting on that remark.

Marcus' grin softened and with a smile on his face he said: " I hope the two of you will be happy. True love --is-- rare, Lyta." Finally walking away from her quarters, Marcus longed for Neroon's presence.

PSI CORPS HEADQUARTERS, EARTH

Quickly absorbing the information displayed on the screen, Bester remembered finding this data crystal only a couple of days ago. One of his contacts had informed him of some secret experiments which were being conducted at a remote base on Mars. For some obscure reason Alfred's inner alarms had kicked in hearing about these weird experiments; they'd reminded him of Caim's activities. Byron had been busy for days to gather all possible information on the subject. Alfred's suspicions had been confirmed as Byron had mentioned one name to him; Dana.

Removing the data crystal from the player, Alfred stared at the data in his hand. ** I have been careless. The rangers didn't succeed in destroying her. A Shadow-telepath. I wonder which one of the two is in control; Dana or the Shadow. Has she been conducting experiments on her own, carrying on Caim's work? ** The Psi Cop shuddered involuntarily. It was his duty to check on this. The Shadow-telepath was a serious risk and had to be terminated for once and for all.

MARS

Desperately trying to focus his stare, he had no idea where he was.... or who he was. The only thing he knew was that this....creature came to look at him, talk to him at certain times. Not able to answer her, he could only stare at the black shape. His hands moved over the thick glass keeping him prisoner, cold water surrounded him. It was lonely in here. As long as he could remember he had been alone like this; isolated. When the black shape spoke to him he tried to figure out the meaning of all those new words it was using. In his thoughts, he'd managed to make a basic outline of the language this being used.

Longing for true physical contact his fingers ran over the transparent walls of his prison. He could hardly move. The small space surrounding him forced him to remain motionless. Not once had he been outside of this prison; he wanted to know how it felt to walk around, to touch someone's skin. Something told him that the shadowy creature didn't care for him. It studied data on the screen; information he wasn't able to decipher. Closing his eyes, he wondered if he would have to stay here for the rest of his life. His eyes opened involuntarily as a slithery voice addressed him in cold tone.

" A few more days and my brother will be able to meld with you completely.... Creating the Shadow-telepath we truly need. Your empathic powers will enable a Shadow to take over control without any resistance. Your mind is utterly focused on cooperation; it's unique."

Wondering about those words, he shivered. What was this creature talking about? Being at her mercy, he tried to escape reality and flee into that secret place deep inside his soul where he felt safe. A silent cry fled unmoving lips. ** Help me...**

Walking a deserted corridor, Alfred froze in his tracks as that silent cry for help pierced his mind. ** I know that mind voice!!!!!!** he realized with shock and quickened his pace. Bester had wanted to enter the base on his own; uncertain what horrors he would uncover. By this time he had become convinced Dana was still alive; he had seen log entries bearing her name dating from after their fight on Centauri Prime.

" It can't be Marcus," Alfred murmured, but another silent plea for help slipped through his barriers and the Psi Cop shook his head in denial. " It can't be Marcus!"

** But what if it is Marcus?** The thought made him feel apprehensive . " No, Marcus is on Babylon 5, being watched over by Neroon," he argued with himself. Punching in the access code the security guard had handed over after some 'persuasion', Bester waited for the door to open; a PPG in his hand, not sure what he'd find.

The moment the door opened, Alfred heard a hiss and he instinctively knew someone was inside. Raising his PPG, he scanned the room with his eyes and forgot to breathe momentarily as he stared at the scene unfolding before him. " No," Bester whispered silently. Dana, no, the Shadow-creature, was standing in front of a glass like tank in which the body of a young man was afloat, an oxygen mask covering his mouth. This person bore an uncanny resemblance to a certain Marcus Cole. Realizing the truth at last, Alfred said, " You cloned him? " Aiming his PPG at Dana, Bester mentally prepared himself to terminate her unholy existence.

Who was this stranger? He had never seen another man before and a strange wonder began to build in his mind; he wanted to ask this stranger for help, but the oxygen mask, the fact that he was surrounded by water made it impossible for him to cry out.

" It's time to die, Dana. I can't allow you to live," Bester stated emotionlessly. Casting one look at the man in the tank, Alfred sensed his fear. He owed it to Marcus to help this poor being. ** A clone! I always wondered why Caim wanted that blood sample, but why Marcus?** Bester watched her closely; shock apparent on her dark features, human and yet...ultimately perverted. " Why did you use Marcus' DNA to clone him? "

Dana realized she was at a disadvantage here and tried to manipulate the Psi Cop so he would cooperate in the end. " Cole's an empath. I'm a telepath and an empath. That's why I was able to meld with my Shadow. Marcus' empathic powers make him the perfect host, add to that the gene of a telepath.... I can clone him as many times as I want to. Think of the power, Mr. Bester. With knowledge like this, with a --power-- like this, we'll reign supreme over Psi Corps!!"

Alfred wasn't tempted at all. Cloning had been forbidden a long time ago and for good reasons as far as he was concerned. " I will never allow the Shadows to hold such power over us. Telepath or mundane, we will all be eliminated in the end. " Aiming at her skull, Bester pulled the trigger resolutely. At the same time he launched a telepathic attack.

Dana never knew what hit her as she felt him crush her mind. ** Bester is P 12, without Caim's help....** Crumbling to her knees, her energy matrix began to shimmer.

" Be seeing you, in hell," Bester mumbled as he pulled the trigger once more.

A single sharp scream emanated from the Shadow-creature's mind. A moment later nothing but a foul smell bore witness to the fact she'd ever existed. Dana Flaxen was dead.

Strolling over to the tank, Bester studied the clone inside it. ** He looks like Marcus.** Confused green eyes stared back at him. Long, black hair hid part of his face, but Bester knew this clone carried Marcus Cole's genes. ** I have to free him.**

Long, graceful fingers were placed against the inside of the transparent walls.

Bester placed his hand on the tank as well and stared at the man inside. Shaking off his uncertainty, the Psi Cop walked over to the control panel. Apparently Dana had found a way to accelerate the clone's biological processes, breeding an adult in mere weeks. Alfred wondered about the clone's mental state. No longer able to postpone the inevitable Bester hit the button which would liberate the clone from his prison.

What had happened? The black creature had disappeared; hope claimed him quickly. Would this stranger help him? As the water level began to drop, he stared at the stranger in all black clothes. Helpless, he fell to his knees.

Bester knew he had to act quickly now. The fact that Marcus was an empath after all could come in handy. Reaching out with his mind, Alfred tried to envelop the young man in soothing emotions. Probing his mind, Bester realized it was one of a child. Kneeling down next to the clone, Bester covered him with a blanket which had been draped over a chair and removed the oxygen mask.

Gasping from surprise, he wondered about all sensations flowing through him. A chill, a weird sense of freedom, the lack of water; all those sensations were coursing through him and made him look up at the man beside him. Unable to form sounds or words, a growl left his throat.

But Bester knew what the clone was trying to say and nodded. " I will help you. I'm Alfred, a friend. You'll need a name though," Alfred mused." I will call you Marc."

Another grunt left his throat as he was unable to interpret all words the stranger had said.

" Mmmarc?" he stuttered.

" Yes, your name will be Marc," Bester confirmed. Continuing to engulf the helpless mundane in calming thoughts, Alfred hauled Marc to his feet. ** I have to stop thinking of him as a clone. Although he shouldn't exist he's alive and I owe it to the ranger to take care of him.**

** Marc?** he repeated in his thoughts and a bright smile formed on his face. Being able to move was a revelation to him.

" We need to get out of here," Bester realized and pulled Marc towards the door, " I will look after you," he promised once more in a fit of compassion.

PART 36

MARS

Steadying Marc by wrapping an arm around his waist, Bester hoped the security guards weren't going to try and stop them. Alfred had no intention of leaving the young man here on his own. Casting a glance at the clone holding onto him, Bester saw and --felt-- the wonder inside Marc's mind.

This was his first time out of the tank and the experience was draining Marc quickly. The mere movements he had to make to walk were hard to coordinate. The cold floor underneath his feet felt strange and to breathe air this way differed greatly from using an oxygen mask. Marc's fingers fiddled with the cloth of the blanket; to feel such rich texture underneath his fingertips baffled him. The most astounding thing however was being this close to another living being. Marc wondered if his own appearance resembled the stranger's. Trying hard to place one foot in front of the other without tripping over them, Marc peeked at the man beside him. They almost were the same height and something told him this stranger cared for him. Unable to find the right words, Marc decided to simply follow his savior's lead.

The turmoil inside Marc's mind was no secret to Bester. As the Psi Cop gently probed the extent of the clone's mental abilities, he realized Marc was like a child. ** I will have to 'raise' him! ** Tightening his grip on the young man as they approached the guards, Bester did his utmost to emanate a sense of authority to impress the mundanes. Hardly looking at the two guards, he continued to walk towards the exit like nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.

" Mr. Bester? I'm sorry, but you'll have to leave the complex on your own. That prisoner can't accompany you," the bravest of the two guards said in a shaky tone.

" Don't you know who I am?" Bester faced the guard, but never loosened the hold he had on Marc. " I can do whatever I want, and I'm taking this prisoner with me." Alfred managed to sound arrogant and was pleased with the result he achieved. The guard wavered and Alfred immediately took advantage and control of the situation; pulling Marc towards the door. " Stop me," Bester added for dramatic effect, " and I --will-- report this disobedience to your superior officer."

Marc watched the exchange, but wasn't sure what was going on. The only thing he was able to notice was the angry tone in the stranger's voice. What was his name? The man had told

him ...Alfred, that was it! Marc briefly wondered how many other people he was going to encounter. His life inside the tank had almost convinced him of the fact that there were no other creatures like himself and now....

Satisfied, Bester sensed the guard's terror and knew he had won. As the door opened, Alfred heard Marc's sharp intake of breath and realized how strange and frightening all of this had to be to the young man. " Don't be afraid, Marc. I'll protect you."

Stunned, Marc stared at all the people close to him. There were so many questions he wanted to ask Alfred, but as he tried to pronounce the words, only meaningless sounds left his lips.

" Yes, I know you're overwhelmed. But you'll grow accustomed to all this very shortly. I'll teach you how to express yourself." Bester saw the smile on Marc's face and for one instant he thought it was Marcus Cole looking back at him. ** I had no chance winning Marcus' love, but....this could be my second chance.** A flyer was already waiting for him and Alfred helped Marc board it. ** There's no fear in his mind, only wonder and curiosity. This is the mind of a truly innocent one.**

Walking Marc to one of the chairs in the back, Alfred beckoned him to sit down. Strapping him into the chair, Bester wondered how not to destroy that innocence when introducing Marc to real life. ** I'm a bad teacher. Such innocence should be kept pure. I'll only corrupt him.**

Realizing he needed to get Marc into a secure environment, Bester decided to take his young protege to an Earth-like planet called Gamma 4 where he owned a house situated in an isolated area. The journey would only take them a couple of hours. The perfect spot to hide a runaway clone.

GAMMA 4

Marc felt tired; moving around had drained him after being afloat in that tank for...how long? Staring at Alfred's face hovering over him, Marc decided to trust this man. After all, thanks to Alfred he was no longer imprisoned in that horrible tank. Once more trying to form words, Marc watched him carefully. " Aaallfred? "

A smile formed on Bester's face hearing his name. " Yes, Marc? "

" I..." What had it been he had wanted to say? Marc tried again," I...tired? "

" I know. That's why I'm taking you to the bedroom. You need to get some sleep." Bester helped him up the staircase, painfully aware of the attraction he felt towards Marc. ** He isn't Marcus and yet...**

Marc tried once more pronouncing a word and succeeded. " Bed...room? "

"Yes. Bedroom," Alfred repeated, strangely amused. " Humans sleep in that room, using a bed to rest their body," he continued, talking to Marc as if explaining something to a small child. ** He --is-- a child in a grown man's body. **

" Bed? "

" Yes, bed." Alfred realized he would have to be very patient with Marc. Opening the door, the Psi Cop pointed at the bed with a finger. " You need to rest now."

Marc's surprise was reflected on his face as Alfred forced him to sit down on the soft object. " Bed...soft," he whispered pleasantly surprised.

After easing him down on the bed, Alfred gently probed Marc's mind. ** He's tired and will sleep in mere seconds. Good, I need some time to cover up my tracks and decide where to go from here.** The blanket slipped from Marc's body and as Bester glanced at that smooth, supple body the attraction increased and arousal was born. " Get some sleep, Marc. I'll be back later," Bester mumbled as one of his hands hesitantly tangled in the long, dark hair. So much longer than Marcus Cole's hair....so soft. In his slumber, a smile flashed across Marc's features and Bester sensed his contentment. Using that opportunity, he dived into Marc's mindscape; everything was calm, no nightmares, no fear. Satisfied, Bester withdrew. ** So Marcus is an empath after all. That's why he broke through my barriers. Marc is doing the same thing without realizing he's doing it...and I'm letting him do it, inviting him in. Why?** Alfred leaned in closer and nuzzled the soft skin of Marc's throat with his lips. ** I don't want to be alone any longer. I need a companion.**

BABYLON 5

Marcus woke from a nightmare and found himself sitting upright in bed. His hand searched and found Neroon's body. Relieved, he sighed. " Neroon?" he whispered, not wanting to wake his lover, but needing his support so badly. It had been a while since he last had a nightmare. What had caused this one to surface? ** I'm not even sure it was a nightmare...**

" Marcus? What's wrong? " Neroon sat up as well and pulled the ranger closer. " You're covered in cold sweat. Did you have a nightmare? " Concerned, Neroon listened to Marcus' rapid breathing. During these last weeks the ranger had been free of nightmares, but Neroon still remembered Marcus' intense dreams about Ranan. He had soothed and comforted his lover every time the ranger had screamed himself awake.

" I'm not sure it was a nightmare," Marcus started, resting his head against Neroon's chest.

" I dreamt of Alfred."

" Alfred? " Neroon repeated, truly puzzled now.

" It felt like he was so damned close....Like it was he lying beside me in bed and not you. That feeling scared me and I tried to find you, but all I saw was Bester's face. There was no evil in his eyes; he even seemed worried...but I felt lost without you close," the ranger explained in a confused tone.

" Perhaps you should contact him tomorrow and inquire if he experienced something similar. Your mind has been in close contact with his, perhaps this dream is related to that," Neroon advised him. A moment later his lips found his lover's soft skin and his tongue teased against Marcus' lips. " I can make you forget your worries." Neroon breathed sensually into the ranger's left ear.

" Make me forget the dreams," Marcus said pleadingly.

GAMMA 4

Silently, Bester sneaked into the bedroom and watched Marc for some time. The young man's sleep had been undisturbed during the night, contrary to his own dreams. Alfred had woken up in the middle of the night because of a rather intense dream in which Marcus had lain beside him in bed; it had been an unsettling experience to the Psi Cop who wasn't used to having bad dreams. " Marc? It's time to wake up." Bester gently shook his shoulders and smiled when Marc opened his eyes at last.

" Al...fred? "

" Yes."

Marc yawned, still fatigued, but he managed to sit up nonetheless. Suddenly, his stomach growled. Casting a confused look at his own abdomen, Marc wondered why he felt this empty.

Picking up that thought, Bester realized Marc had never before eaten real food. Apparently he had been fed intravenously during his stay in that tank. " You're hungry. That's why your stomach produces that sound. Come with me to the kitchen. I already made some sandwiches."

" Hun...gry? " Marc tried to imitate the sounds and pushed back the blanket which had been covering him, revealing his naked body to the Psi Cop.

** He doesn't know the meaning of the word shame or embarrassment. Being naked feels natural to him. What did I get myself into this time? ** Walking over to a cupboard, Bester retrieved a long bath robe. " Here, put this on. You can't walk around naked. I'll get you some clothes after breakfast." Bester saw Marc's confused look and showed him how to slip into the robe.

Not sure why he had to wear this, Marc followed Alfred to the kitchen. As he entered that room, several fragrances lingered in the air, which took him by surprise.

" I think you better drink tea. Don't want you addicted to caffeine yet," Bester wisecracked, beckoning his guest to sit down.

" Theaaa??" Marc knew he had pronounced it the wrong way when Alfred grinned at him. Accepting the mug, Marc quickly placed it on the kitchen table. It was far too hot.

" One drinks tea like this." Bester placed the mug at his own lips, sensing Marc's intense glance. " Sip it carefully as long as it is hot." Picking up the plates filled with sandwiches from the counter, he handed one of those plates to Marc. " This, you need to eat, chew, then swallow." Demonstrating the process himself, Alfred smiled amused as Marc first sniffed at the sandwich before digging into it.

" Good." Marc hoped he had chosen the right word to express his satisfaction. After eating another sandwich his stomach stopped making those weird noises. Looking into his mug he found it empty. " More? "

" Of course." Bester filled the mug once more.

Marc cautiously sipped from the tea, then placed it on the table. There was one more sandwich left on his plate and he devoured it. Finally satiated, he stared at Alfred. " Thanks you?"

" Thank you," Alfred said, correcting the mistake, but very pleased with the progress Marc was making. ** It won't take you long to master Standard,** he realized.

BABYLON 5

Elaan closely observed the mock fight between Marcus and his father. In the past week he had learned a lot about both of them. Neroon had been a bit of a surprise to the young Minbari. His father's sense for humor delighted the young novice. The human ranger still amazed him though. Marcus had accepted his presence in their lives unconditionally and had even shown him around the station. ** Both of them are happy. I no longer need to worry about my father; he has found the other half of his soul.** That realization had urged Elaan to arrange for a flight back home to Minbar. He needed to return to temple and resume his training. Lennier had been so kind to book passage for him. Tonight he was going to leave Babylon 5. ** I will miss my father....and Marcus,** Elaan realized in advance. Perhaps they would be able to come to Minbar and visit him in temple. Remembering their crestfallen expressions upon telling them about his departure, Elaan knew they were going to miss him as well.

" Marcus, pay attention!" Neroon warned his sparring partner, but did so too late. His pike impacted on Marcus' shoulder with a loud thud.

Cursing beneath his breath, Marcus remembered Lyta's warning not to let someone else's emotions overwhelm him. Elaan's feelings had stunned him momentarily and the young Minbari's sadness had filled him completely. Unfortunately Neroon had chosen that exact moment for his attack.

" Bugger..." Marcus exclaimed as a flash of pain moved through his shoulder. Thankfully Neroon hadn't put all his strength into that one blow.

" Are you injured? " Neroon inquired in a concerned tone as the pike dropped from Marcus' hands. Pain showed on the ranger's face and Neroon blamed himself for the incident. ** I expect too much, too soon from Marcus. When will I realize he needs time to adapt to his new abilities and truly recover from his injuries?!**

" Give me a moment to..." block out the pain, Marcus had wanted to add, but stopped himself at the last moment, " catch my breath," he said instead, not wanting to worry Neroon. It did hurt though, but he could deal with the pain. His skin would be bruised and his shoulder would throb painfully for some time, but it also was a valuable lesson he shouldn't forget. ** I can't afford to lose myself in these emotions. I must maintain my concentration. I might end up losing the fight...or worse my life instead!**

" I will walk you to Medlab," Neroon told the ranger in determined voice.

Marcus shot him an amused glance. " Remember our little discussion about me being stronger than you think? " he said in a determined tone. " I'm alright. No need to fuss over me."

Elaan had moved over to join them and saw the expression of pain in the ranger's eyes. ** I wish I could stay a little longer though. ** Although Elaan knew the ranger was going to be alright he shared his father's concern.

" At least lie down once we get to our quarters, Marcus. Humor me," Neroon said while collapsing his pike.

Marcus leaned against the wall, trying to hide the fact that his shoulder still hurt. They had walked Elaan to the docking bay. Realizing Neroon would like some moments alone with his son, Marcus had retreated to the corridor. Thankfully no one was in sight and he gently massaged his hurt shoulder. Lyta had been right; he needed to control his empathic powers at all time. Feeling Neroon's presence before actually seeing him, Marcus composed himself.

" Neroon, I," he was cut short a moment later.

" Elaan is on his way home and I'm going to see to it that you will rest. You can't fool me, Marcus. Your shoulder still hurts. Why deny the truth? There's no dishonor in acknowledging an injury." Neroon stared into the ranger's eyes.

" I didn't want to ruin the moment you could spend with Elaan, " Marcus explained and slung an arm around the Minbari's waist. " Can we go home now? You can give me a massage once we get home, that's if you want to. I'm tense."

" Tense? Why?"

" Don't know why....Something is bothering me, but I can't figure it out...."

" Did you contact Bester as I advised you to? " Neroon stepped into the core tube, quickly followed by Marcus. No longer did they attract curious looks. People had grown used to seeing the Minbari warrior around, frequently in the company of the ranger.

" I tried to, " Marcus admitted," but his assistant, Byron, couldn't tell me where to find him." Marcus didn't mention that seeing Byron's face had made him feel sick. Byron bore an uncanny resemblance to Caim. Marcus forced himself to continue." Apparently, Alfred has taken some days off. Byron said it was the first time ever."

Exiting the tube they resumed their way to their quarters.

" So you want me to give you a massage," Neroon mused aloud, attracting a curious look from Marcus.

" Yes, that would be great."

" I'm thinking about a full body massage," Neroon mumbled in low tone.

Marcus shivered hearing that voice drop and turn to liquid velvet. " I thought you wanted me to rest?" he quipped.

" You can rest afterwards."

" Afterwards? "

" I am hungry for your body, Marcus," Neroon confessed. He wanted to feel the ranger beneath him.

" Want to hear me scream tonight? "

" Yessss," Neroon purred.

Marcus punched in the access code. The moment the door closed behind them he was swept off his feet. " Neroon! Put me down! "

Neroon slid one hand underneath the turtleneck and silenced his lover by pinching one of his sensitive nipples, making Marcus squirm and wriggle in his arms. " Resistance is useless, Marcus. We're going to do this my way," he told the ranger who no longer fought him. " You --will-- scream your pleasure tonight and that's an order!"

" Bugger," was all Marcus could manage as his body quivered with the promise of shared passion.

PART 37

GAMMA 4

Seated opposite each other, Marc studied the older man who was no longer wearing that strange black uniform. After breakfast, Alfred had taken him into the living room.

" You need to control your empathic powers," Bester said in a determined tone, " as an empath you'll have to deal with all kinds of emotions. Lesson number 1, Marc. I will send you some emotions and teach you how to handle their impact and finally to name them." Alfred knew this wasn't going to be easy.

" Em...path? Emotions? " Marc questioned, confused. He had felt like this while being in the tank; when the being had tried to communicate with him and he hadn't been able to understand.

" Marc. Right now you're experiencing confusion. The next emotion I will send you is relief. Concentrate on it."

Marc didn't expect the change of emotions inside him as he received Bester's feelings. ** I felt like this when the water dropped and Alfred pulled me out of that tank.** Marc nodded.

" I...know...this...feeling. " During the short amount of time he had spent with Alfred his knowledge of Standard had already greatly improved.

" Good, now let's try another one. This is anger." Alfred proceeded with caution. The last thing he wanted was to scare Marc by overwhelming him with negative emotions.

Shuddering, Marc decided he didn't like this particular emotion and he instinctively managed to shut it out. Hearing Alfred's sigh of approval Marc knew he had done the right thing.

" Yes, shut them out. These negative emotions will only hurt you. There are also positive feelings like love and affection." Bester knew he had to be careful in sending these to Marc. His own emotions were already colored with affection for the young man.

Trembling, Marc allowed these feelings to wash through him. In the end, he clung to them, not wanting to let them disappear into nothingness. " Love...feels good," he remarked with a radiant smile on his face.

" I know, but there is also fear and hate. Prepare yourself to shut them out again," Bester warned him; impressed by the young man. Marc was handling his empathic powers extremely well.

As Marc tasted the vile feelings of hate and fear in his mind he closed his eyes. These emotions actually scared him as he realized their potential. " Too strong, too evil," Marc whispered and saw Alfred nod. A moment later he forced those dark emotions to leave his mind, remembering similar feelings from the creature that had been on the other side of the tank.

" There are several other emotions you need to get used to, but this is enough for your first lesson. This exercise must be draining you."

" Draining you? " The meaning of those words eluded Marc.

" Making you tired," Bester explained patiently.

Nodding his head once more, Marc got to his feet and walked over to the window. The sky was dark and bright bands of light were splitting the heavens in two. Pointing outside with his finger, Marc turned around. " What? "

" A thunderstorm is brewing. It won't take long and lighting will pierce the sky. "

" Lighting? "

" You see those bright flashes?" Bester walked over to the window as well.

" Yes."

" That's lighting.... Can you hear that growl coming from outside? That's thunder. " Alfred kept telling himself time and time again to explain things in a simple way.

" Thunder... lighting? " Awed, Marc stared at the thunderstorm, creeping closer all the time. There was something else he wanted to ask Alfred. " Go outside?"

" You want to go outside? Bester questioned, not sure what Marc was trying to say.

" Yes."

" We can step outside, but only for a moment." Bester gave in. The storm was still too far away to do any damage. Together they walked onto the porch. Marc's attention was totally focused on the storm. ** Things which are perfectly normal to me are miracles to him,** Bester thought and studied the young man next to him; eyes aflame, brown trousers and shirt plastered to his supple body because of the growing wind, the young man looked breath-taking. Marc's long mane danced on his back and from time to time the young man had to push the locks out of his face. ** I want him, but I can never have him. How cruel fate can be,** Alfred realized.

" Alfred? You sad? " Marc couldn't block out the emotions emanating from the older man. Turning around to face him, Marc lost interest in the storm.

" Yes, you labeled that emotion correctly, " Bester said, trying to make it appear as if he were testing his young student.

" Why..." Marc paused, finally finding the right words and continued," why are you sad, Alfred? "

" I didn't show you this feeling yet," Bester whispered and sent Marc his loneliness. ** Better to tell and show him as much as possible. He'll need to take care of himself very soon.**

" Loneliness? " Receiving that emotion, Marc tasted the sadness hiding underneath it. He again recognized a feeling he had while in the tank, cut off from all contact. " Why are you lonely? "

** Marc is learning Standard very quickly,** Bester thought and felt proud of the young man. " I'm a telepath," Bester said hesitantly, not sure how Marc would react to that news.

" Tele... what ? " Unable to pronounce the last part of that word, Marc reacted instinctively and placed his hand on Alfred's brow as if to draw out all emotions he could.

Bester never expected that move and couldn't stop Marc from diving into his emotions. Quickly, the Psi Cop raised his shields, but he knew Marc had already seen too much.

" Love me? " Marc stared into Alfred's eyes and the young man read the truth in Alfred's mind during one startling, clear moment.

" Yes, I do. Let's go inside now. The storm is closing in on us." Alfred quickly dashed inside; he needed a moment to restore his barriers. ** I have to make sure Marc will never be able to invade my mind like that. ** Bester shivered as he realized how many horrific deeds lay hidden within his mind. Should Marc uncover them the young man would surely hate him for committing them.

Marc remained standing on the porch, unsure what he had seen in Alfred's mind. There was this warm, enveloping emotion in Alfred's mind, directed at him. ** Love, that was what Alfred called it during that first lesson. **

" Are you coming inside? " Bester sat down on the couch, waiting for Marc to join him. A moment later the young man sat down on the floor, cross-legged and once more the Psi Cop was reminded of the ranger.

" What is an telepath? " Marc questioned, never losing eye contact.

" --A-- telepath," Bester corrected the mistake then wondered how to explain the existence of telepathy and decided on the direct approach. < A telepath can receive your thoughts and send his own back to you.> Seeing the shock in Marc's eyes, Bester knew he had frightened the young man. Good, that had been his intention. But to his surprise that fright vanished within seconds.

" Strange," Marc mumbled, as the remnants of that mind voice fled his thoughts." Do it again? "

" What? " Bester shook his head. ** Is he inviting me into his mind? **

" Talk....to me...." Marc used his finger to point at his own temple.

" Are you sure? Most people don't want a telepath inside their mind." Bester felt hesitant to comply with Marc's request. ** I shouldn't do this, but I want to be in his mind. I --need-- this close contact.**

" Me sure." Marc smiled, revealing his trust in the older man.

" Not me, --I-- am sure," Bester said lost in thought, trying to decide what to do.

" I am sure." Marc grabbed Alfred's ungloved right hand in a reflex and placed it against his cheek.

The emotions and thoughts coursing through Alfred were pure white and free of any evil intent. ** I should never have removed my glove!** Bester thought as he realized what was happening, but the damage was already done. Inside Marc's mind he encountered only trust, patience and assurance. < You're innocent in mind and thought, Marc. You shouldn't invite me in. The dark deeds I have done...when you find out you'll loathe me.>

<" Loathe?">

Bester was shocked to discover that he was also able to receive that word in his mind.

** Marc is no telepath, so how can this be possible? His empathic powers must be still growing.** <Hate me,> he answered in the end.

" Me..I...not hate you." Marc felt Alfred move through his mind, thoughts, emotions. While being locked up in that tank he had yearned for such intimate contact. Now that he was experiencing this closeness, it felt even better.

< While I'm here....I might be able to teach, show you some more.> In mere minutes Bester anchored all basic language rules for Standard in Marc's mind. < This should enable you to construct grammatically correct sentences.>

The new information swirled around in his mind and made Marc smile. During mere seconds he had learned all kind of new words and their meaning. " I want you to stay inside my mind," Marc said feeling Alfred's amazement.

" Why?" Alfred didn't want to infringe on Marc's privacy, but it had been so long since someone had given him permission to be part of their mind. ** Carolyn was the last one,** he thought saddened.

" I like having you inside my mind." Relieved he could finally express himself properly, Marc pulled Bester onto the floor.

Totally baffled, Alfred didn't resist. ** He's taking control of the situation? I never expected him to be this open and uninhibited....but once again I'm forgetting he doesn't know any prejudice. And he doesn't know anything about sex either.**

" I like you close. What I am trying to say is...." Momentarily lost in search for the right words, Marc stared into Alfred's eyes. " I --like -- you? Remember when you sent me affection and love? Those feelings? I feel them all the time when you're close."

" You're confusing gratitude with love," Bester berated him softly and wanted to get to his feet, but Marc refused to let go of him.

" No, stay. I don't want you to feel lonely," Marc said after a moment's thought. " Teach me more about 'real life' as you call it,"

** It was a mistake to bring him here. I should have handed him over to Psi Corps. I can't fall in love with him. Who am I kidding? I already did.** Mentally cursing Marcus Cole for breaking down his walls, Bester knew he had lost this game a long time ago. He wanted Marc's company,... craving his love and trust. ** There's no way out for me.** Realizing that ultimate truth, Alfred stopped fighting Marc and remained seated on the floor next to him. " What do you want to know, Marc? "

" I don't know....Tell me about yourself." Tightening his grip on Bester's hand, he leaned back and rested his head on the Psi Cop's shoulder. " But do it this way." Marc placed a finger against his temple.

Swallowing hard, Alfred nodded. < You won't like what I'm going to show you.>

" Trust me, Alfred," Marc replied, feeling relaxed and secure hearing that mind voice in his thoughts.

Marc remained quiet for some long minutes after hearing Alfred's confessions. ** Dark deeds he calls them. He has murdered, used, and manipulated people....But he thinks his cause is just. ** " I have no right to judge you, Alfred. You did....what you thought was right, " Marc said saddened while a sigh escaped his lips.

< But I caused deaths, both mundanes and telepaths paid the price, > Alfred told him softly. During this last hour he had grown used to being inside the young man's mind who never shielded his thoughts. < I don't deserve your leniency, Marc.>

" You saved me, Alfred," was Marc's only answer. Yawning, Marc realized how tired he was.

" You're tired. All these new sensations are draining you." Getting to his feet, Alfred felt disappointed as Marc let go of him. " Come, I will show you the bathroom. You should take a shower. It will help clear your mind."

Once more thrown back into his musings, Marc grabbed Alfred's extended hand and allowed the Psi Cop to haul him to his feet. Together they climbed the stairs.

" This is the bathroom." Bester opened the door and beckoned him to go inside.

" Alfred...Talk to me in my mind," Marc said pleadingly. He didn't know why, but the young man somehow knew how much it meant to Alfred to be asked to do so. ** As a telepath he lives in his mind....and I want him to live in mine as well. **

Nodding his consent, Bester opened the shower cabin door. < When taking a shower, remove your clothing. Use shampoo to wash your hair. This is a brush,> he said, showing Marc the object. < Use it to untangle your hair. Towels are over here.> Looking at the lavatory, Alfred shook his head, faintly amused.

Marc managed to pick up that emotion. " What's that funny?"

Alfred had left him alone and Marc stared at the lavatory. The older man had told him how and when to use it, but...peeking around to make sure he was alone, Marc dropped his trousers, stepped out of them and removed the shirt as well. Gasping, he studied himself in the mirror which reflected his whole body. ** Is that me? That man staring back at me...is that me? ** As he recovered from his initial surprise he stepped into the shower cabin. Closing the door made him feel incarcerated; it felt like being back in that tank. Shaking off that disturbing feeling, he decided to keep the door open. As he turned the tab Marc jumped back as ice cold water crashed down onto him. Remembering Alfred telling him he had to mix the cold and hot water, he worked on establishing a comfortable temperature. Satisfied at last, he watched the droplets slide over his naked body. Marc grabbed the shampoo bottle Alfred had mentioned earlier and divided the shampoo over his long hair, noticing its spicy fragrance. A minute later he was crying hot tears when he got the shampoo in his eyes.

Bester was in the process of preparing dinner when he received Marc's thoughts, cursing the shampoo. It brought a grin to Alfred's face. Marc was the first person who allowed him complete access to his mind. < Rinse it out with water,> he advised the young man.

Briefly startled at hearing that voice, Marc berated himself for being surprised. In the back of his mind he could still feel Alfred's presence. " Thanks for the advice," he mumbled, knowing Alfred could hear him. Finally closing the cabin door behind him, Marc reached for the towels. Drying his skin created a new sensation....

< A sensual feeling. That's the term you're looking for,> Alfred's mind voice said softly.

" Sensual? You didn't tell me yet about that emotion." Marc felt curious.

< You aren't ready yet to deal with that," Bester said, hoping Marc wasn't going to push this issue.

" I suggest you better tell me," Marc murmured as the sensation deepened. A certain part of his body reacted to it, baffling him immensely. " Alfred? Is this supposed to happen?"

Sighing, Bester felt the sensual feeling change into arousal. < Yes, that's supposed to happen. You're aroused and an erection is part of it.>

Touching the hardened flesh, Marc wondered what was happening to him. " An erection? That's what this is called?" He quickly pulled his hand away as even stronger, pleasurable feelings flowed through him. " How can I make it go away?"

< You don't ask easy questions, do you?> Desperate, Alfred searched for a solution. <Think about the tank, unsettling thoughts, focus on the dark emotions I sent you.> Shaking his head, the Psi Cop knew this was only a temporary solution. In the very near future he would have to find a way to tell the young man about sex. ** How am I supposed to do that? Show him telepathically? Or physically? ** Bester quavered when considering that particular idea.

Thinking about the tank distracted Marc and the old feelings of discomfort and imprisonment killed his arousal. The experience however left him curious. He was going to ask Alfred to tell him more about these sensual feelings, and that "certain something" he wasn't yet ready for intrigued Marc even more. After brushing his hair, Marc slipped back into his clothes and left the bathroom in search of answers.

< I'm not that great a cook but I think this should be edible.> Alfred filled Marc's plate with baked potatoes, greens and some trout. He still wasn't comfortable with only communicating with Marc telepathically. But if the young man insisted on him doing so....

" No tea? " Marc said amused as he sniffed at the sweet, transparent liquid in his glass.

< No tea. That's wine. One glass shouldn't do that much damage. Try it first,> he suggested. Watching Marc sip from the glass, Alfred realized how vulnerable the young man was. Hopefully no one else knew of Marc's existence. ** I'm the only one who knows the truth. I destroyed all files relating to Dana and Marc. Even Byron has no data on him. Marc should be safe.**

" Tell me more about that sensual feeling," Marc said with a challenging tone in his voice.

Not sure how to react, Bester picked up his utensils and began to eat. Noticing Marc's clumsiness in handling the fork and knife, Alfred couldn't help but smile.

" When you use them, it looks so easy." Marc sighed as he tried to stick his fork into a piece of the baked potato, which rolled from his plate and onto the table.

Chuckling softly, the Psi Cop hoped Marc had forgotten about his previous question.

" You said I wasn't ready yet for this sensual feeling. Why?" Marc questioned, finally succeeding in pinning down that runaway potato.

" Because...I don't want to discuss it," Alfred replied truthfully, " but I don't really have a choice, so I will tell you."

Curious, Marc locked eyes with him; the visual contact strengthened their bond and Marc realized Alfred had spoken the truth; this subject made him feel distressed. Why though?

Laying down his utensils, Alfred returned the intense stare and decided to break their mental connection at this point. " When two beings feel attracted to each other they will want to express that love, that affection, physically, by touching, kissing each other..." his voice dropped. Resolutely raising a hand, he stopped Marc from making a comment. In the young man's mind he read too many questions. " A relationship is formed and they stay together for some time, sometimes even a life time. "

" Are you attracted to me? " Marc already knew the answer by examining Alfred's feelings, but he wanted to hear him say it.

" I'm not sure. You remind me of someone I fell in love with not that long ago....I do care for you though."

Disappointed, Marc shoved his plate away from him. " Alfred, I'm attracted to you. You must know that."

" I know that you --think-- you are attracted to me. But I'm not sure about that statement. I freed you from your prison, that's why you like me," Alfred reasoned. ** I can't allow myself to feel hope.**

" That's a lie and you know it! " Marc declared vehemently. Getting to his feet, he walked over to the window and stared at the rain clouds hovering over the house.

" Marc." Alfred rose from the chair as well and went to stand next to the young man. The intoxicating smell that was Marc almost made Alfred kiss him. " Should you feel the same way about me, about us, in a couple of weeks, I will consider building a relationship with you. But first you have to discover who you are, what you want. You have been here for some days and already you've learned so many things. "

" Nonsense, " Marc exclaimed, using words he had never knew existed up until that moment when Alfred had planted that knowledge in his mind.

Placing a wavering hand on Marc's shoulder, Bester realized that the young man was being serious. Marc wanted to be with him, stay with him.

" Let's finish dinner, Marc. There are so many things out there left for you to discover," Bester pleaded with him, "so many people to meet and so much to experience."

Reluctantly, Marc followed him back to the table. " Why are you wearing both gloves? " he remarked suddenly. Alfred had told him about telepaths wearing them and the reason why.

" To protect you." In truth, Bester didn't want Marc to probe into his emotions again and the gloves made sure he wouldn't accidentally touch any naked skin.

" No, Alfred," Marc stated," you're wearing them to protect yourself. You're afraid...I can sense it...You're afraid of the idea of me wanting to stay with you, but I can wait. In the end you'll accept this mutual attraction."

Bester's eyes grew big. Marc was much more observant than he had ever thought and for the first time in his life, after hundreds of hunts, Alfred felt like he was the hunted, and the corners were closing in on him. Looking up into Marc's eyes, the Psi Cop realized that this young man knew exactly what he was feeling. Maybe Marc had learned more from his background than he'd thought possible.

PART 38

BABYLON 5

Marcus had been doing his best to meditate during the last hour, but his attempt had been futile. Lennier, who had joined him for this meditation session, had made the transition to that other level of consciousness a long time ago....** But why can't I pull it off? ** This was his first meditation attempt since things had settled down in his life. ** Maybe because I keep seeing Alfred's face all the time? **

" Marcus? "

Lennier's soft voice startled him briefly; never expecting to hear it. " I'm sorry, Lennier. My thoughts are clouded," Marcus offered as an apology.

" I sense your restlessness. Is something troubling you? " Lennier opened his eyes as he reluctantly returned to reality.

" Yes, something is wrong, but I can't pin it down." Marcus got to his feet and bowed. " I'm disrupting your meditation, Lennier. I'll return to my quarters."

" Marcus? " Lennier rose to his feet as well, calling back his friend. Delenn had asked him to keep a close eye on Marcus. The ranger's reports had been excellent, but Delenn wanted to be absolutely certain Marcus was making a full recovery. " Is there anything I can do to help? "

" Thanks for offering, but no. Lennier, I don't even know myself what's wrong," Marcus admitted. ** I should find out though why I keep seeing Alfred's face in my mind. **

GAMMA 4

Seated on the porch, Marc watched some sand slip through his fingers. Looking up at the sky, he counted the days he had been here; eight days had past since Alfred had freed him and his respect for the older man had grown with every passing moment. But Bester was keeping his distance and that frustrated him. ** Why does he keep denying the truth? **

To Marc it was crystal clear; he loved Alfred! In his mind there was no reason to question his emotions, no prejudice, no doubt. His love was pure and simple and Marc knew that frightened Alfred.

** Alfred revealed his dark past to me hoping I would turn my back on him. That's why he told me those things in the first place; to scare me off. But why? ** Getting to his feet, Marc pushed some dark locks out of his now beardless face; Alfred had shown him how to shave. Every day spent in Bester's company made him grow more fond of the older man. Alfred had told him he would have to leave shortly to return to work and the prospect of being left alone scared Marc. He didn't want Bester to leave him behind.

" Marc? It's getting chilly outside. You'll catch a cold. Come inside with me," Alfred said softly, sensing the young man's frustration at being denied.

" A cold? You're concerned about me catching a cold? I find that hard to believe, Alfred. You don't really care for me, otherwise you wouldn't want to return to 'work' that badly." It was his pain talking, causing him to be cruel for the first time in his short sentient life. " You only freed me because I reminded you of this other one. It's not me you care for; you love --him-- ...not me ..." Marc whispered in defeat. He had been fooling himself all along. Knowing the truth since day one; ever since Bester had denied that mutual attraction he'd sensed.

" Marc, " lost for words Alfred fell silent. What was there to say? There was so much to say, but he couldn't share the truth with Marc, not yet.

" I want to be alone," Marc stated. Gathering the long blue cloak around him he started to walk into the desert-like environment; no longer able to bear the presence of the man he loved, but who couldn't love him back.

Baffled, Alfred stared at Marc's back. The young man needed to be alone and he wasn't going after him. Perhaps this way Marc would come to his senses. ** What he wants is impossible. Being my lover would make him a target for my enemies. It would only take them a little while to figure out who he really is. I can't take that risk... even though my heart is urging me to do so.**

Not paying any attention to where he was going, Marc walked straight ahead. He was stopped when he reached a mountain of golden sand. Every time he tried to climb it, he had to give up. Frustrated, Marc sat down in the shadow of a rock. It was getting warm. ** Gamma 4 has a strange climate, ** he wondered. Pulling up his legs, Marc rested his arms on his knees. ** Why did Alfred free me? It would have been best for both of us if he had simply left me there. I don't want to live this way. I don't know that much about life and the universe, but I don't think love should remain unrequited. ** Rubbing his brow with his hand, Marc began to doze off.

Three hours later Alfred experienced his first ever anxiety attack. Another thunderstorm was coming their way and this one would be much worse than that first ** I need to find him. Out there on his own Marc doesn't stand a chance. Why did I let him walk away like that? He doesn't know the dangers involved, damnit! **

Resolutely walking in the same direction in which Marc had headed hours earlier, Alfred sighed. In order to find Marc he had to use his telepathic abilities, but without line of sight it would certainly drain him. < Marc? Show me where you are!> Bester demanded. Not getting any answer, the Psi Cop was forced to try again. This time he managed to home in on a very faint echo of the young man's thoughts. ** I hope I can get to you in time,** Bester thought, apprehensively watching the building of the heavy thunderstorm.

" What? " Waking up from his cat nap Marc found himself in dire straits. Sand was whirling all around him; in the distance he heard the growl of thunder. ** I have to get back! ** Marc realized. Getting to his feet took him some effort; the wind tugged at his clothes and he had to shield his eyes against the grains of sand, biting his skin. Fear permeated his mind. He had to find the way back; Alfred would be waiting for him.

** Who am I kidding? Alfred doesn't care for me....He only cares for this other one I remind him of,** Marc thought saddened and was ready to give up; to stop fighting and simply let nature take its course. Deep within his heart Marc knew something had been wrong from the beginning. Why had he been locked up in that tank? Why didn't he have any memories of his youth? ** Because I'm some sort of freak. I know it, Alfred knows it. **

< Marc? If you can hear me, respond!>

The telepathic message made him cringe and Marc dropped to his knees, telling himself to remain silent. If he couldn't have Alfred's love, life wasn't worth living.

< You're being overly dramatic, Marc. You have just been introduced to life outside of that tank and you think you fell in love with me because I saved you. Listen carefully, you're not in love with me!> Alfred's prime concern was to keep in touch with Marc so he could locate the young man.

" You're lying!" Marc exclaimed aloud, realizing Alfred could pick up his thoughts. Screaming into the wind he continued: " Tell me, who is this person I remind you of? Is that why you can't admit you love me?" Coughing badly because of the grains of sand which had been blown into his mouth by the gust, Marc waited for an answer. Alfred was close, too close and he tried to put more distance between them, but when lighting struck only inches away from him, Marc froze in fright.

< I'm coming to get you, Marc. Stay where you are!> Bester told him, feeling the shock of witnessing the impact of that lightning as well. At last he discovered Marc. The young man was trying to cough sand out of his lungs. Quickly scanning their surroundings, Bester opted for a cave nearby. Hopefully they would be safe once inside. < Marc? Hold on tight.> Grabbing the young man, Alfred hauled him to his feet and dragged him into the cave. < We have to retreat into the back of this cave, as far away from the entrance as possible. >

Nodding his head, Marc managed to get rid off those last irritating grains of sand as he spat them out. " Why did you come for me? " Marc whispered.

< We can talk later.> Bester continued to pull him deeper into the cave till they couldn't go any farther. Deep inside the cave the storm was non-existent; an unearthly peace had descended onto this deserted place. < Are you alright?>

" Yes, I think so..." Marc slid down onto the floor, leaning against the rocky wall with his back.

" Never ever do that again!! " Alfred said aloud, knowing his mind voice would hurt Marc, angry as he was. The young man had scared him tremendously disappearing like that. ** He could have died! I could have lost him...** the Psi Cop realized and felt his heart go cold when facing that possibility.

" You never answered my question, " Marc said in shaky tone. " You told me I reminded you of someone..."

Realizing he had to be honest, Alfred replied in a similarly unsteady tone; " You remind me of Marcus Cole; a man I fell in love with weeks ago. "

" Then why aren't you with him? You don't strike me as the type to let someone walk out of your life."

" Marcus chose to be with someone else, a Minbari named Neroon. They are very happy together. "

" But you're still lonely," Marc remarked, watching the Psi Cop sit down beside him.

" Yes," Alfred felt scared; he'd lost all control over this situation and now he was telling Marc his deepest, darkest secrets.

" So how do I fit in? I want the truth, Alfred. What was I doing in that tank? Why don't I have any memories about my childhood? I need to know and you're the only one who can answer my questions. Please Alfred. I know you can't love me back but --please-- give me those answers. I promise I will leave you, I won't try to find you once you return to work. I will disappear, leaving no trace, but --please-- tell me who I am."

Swallowing hard, Bester realized he didn't want to tell Marc that horrible truth, ** I don't want Marc to leave me. I want him to stay with me....I want to make him mine...** Composing himself again, Alfred locked eyes with the young man. " Some weeks ago another Psi Cop called Dana captured this Marcus Cole I told you about."

" Yes?" Leaning forward, Marc looked pleadingly at the older man.

" She 'acquired' Marcus' genetic material by taking a blood sample. Marcus and Neroon returned to Babylon 5; we thought Dana had died during an attack. Dana however survived and escaped. One week ago I discovered she had used Marcus' DNA to create another human being; a clone. Marc, you carry Marcus Cole's genes. "

Trembling, Marc stared him in the eyes.

" I'm so sorry," Alfred said, trying to gather the younger man in his arms, but Marc pushed him away.

" I understand now. Why settle for a replica....I'm a freak after all," he murmured.

" Marc!" Alfred looked him in the eyes and realized he had made a mistake in telling himself he didn't love Marc. This young man and Marcus Cole weren't the same person. He had fallen in love with --Marc-- during these last days. The Psi Cop chuckled softly remembering all the times Marc had shown up completely naked in the morning. That was something Marcus Cole would never do. ** Marc is his own person...and hates wearing clothes.** " I have been lying to myself, Marc," Bester admitted, seeing his stunned expression. " I wronged you by denying that mutual attraction."

" What are you trying to tell me?" Too scared to hope Alfred would accept his own feelings, Marc crept closer and cupped the Psi Cops' chin in his hand.

< I do love you,> Alfred confessed, revealing this secret to him telepathically. During this last week he'd been in constant mental contact with Marc. The young man had made it pretty clear he wanted him in his head. Communicating with Marc this way seemed so natural, felt so good.

" Are you sure? " Marc questioned, wavering between hope and fear.

< Yes, I'm sure.> Bester's hand tangled in the dark locks. A bit surprised, he allowed the young man to pull him closer as Marc took the initiative once more.

" Then kiss me. You told me two beings express their mutual attraction by touching and kissing each other...." Marc challenged him. Alfred's lips claimed his and Marc slid his tongue between the Psi Cop's teeth. Instinct had taken over and all he knew was that he wanted to taste the other man, to feel skin on skin.

It was Bester who stopped the kiss. < I want to take you; make you mine, Marc.>

Marc vividly remembered that one evening when he'd watched that vid and asking the computer to access all data on lovemaking. Marc knew what Alfred was proposing. " I want you too, " he said in firm tone. " Make love to me."

Nodding his head, Bester touched his lover's mind and made him part of his love and arousal.

" You want me that much? " Marc whispered in awe, feeling Alfred's desire. " Why did you deny your feelings? " Slowly kissing his way to the back of Bester's neck, Marc felt his own arousal grow, but this time he didn't want to stop it. Not expecting an answer from Bester, he pushed the Psi Cop onto his back.

< Marc, I love you.> Alfred wanted to scream out that truth, didn't want to think about going back to work or about the Shadow war. There was only one thing he wanted to do. < I will make love to you,> Bester promised his lover, < I will make love to you in --mind-- and in body.> Taking control of the situation, Alfred flipped Marc onto his back, feeling the young man's anticipation and arousal in his mind. Mentally embracing Marc's thoughts Bester smiled.

Feeling Alfred move through his mind, Marc held his breath; the Psi Cop's sensual thoughts claiming his full attention. While Alfred's gloved hands quickly undressed him Marc watched Bester's flustered face. A question made its way to his lips and he whispered: "Alfred, you do know I have no clue what to do? "

< Don't worry. I --do-- know what to do." A smirk flashed across Alfred's face. Only once had he taken another man and that had been out of curiosity, but this....this was different. Tearing the shirt from Marc's torso Bester sighed as pink, already erect nipples seemed to beg for his touch. < You're beautiful. You know that, don't you, Marc? I wonder why you want me as your lover. A handsome young man like you could do so much better.>

" I don't want someone else, Alfred. I want you," Marc assured him and allowed Bester's tongue to explore the inside of his mouth. Overwhelmed by the warm, almost burning hot emotions emanating from Alfred, Marc failed to shut them out.

Pinching both nipples at the same time, Alfred felt Marc grow hard beneath him. One of his hands stole down to unzip Marc's brown trousers. Pulling them down to his ankles, Alfred took in the young man's supple body. ** I can't believe he wants me....** the Psi Cop told himself privately.

" My turn," Marc said and rolled the Psi Cop onto his back in one smooth movement.

Stunned, Alfred allowed him this, suddenly realizing the young man wouldn't be easily controlled. ** Marc actually wants to be in charge? ** Not sure what to think about this role reversal, Bester decided to wait a little longer before having his way with Marc. Part of him was really curious to see what this virgin's plans were. Marc didn't want him in control and the more Bester thought about it, he realized he liked Marc being the active one at this point.

" You're wearing too many clothes!" Marc commented with a naughty grin on his face. Before stripping Bester of his clothes, Marc got rid of his own trousers and underwear. " I still don't get it. Why are people so fond of clothes?"

< In your case it's a necessary evil. You would drive everyone crazy walking around

naked,> Bester said jokingly. Warm, agile hands moved underneath his shirt.

Impatiently, Marc tore at the fabric of Bester's shirt. Several buttons flew into the air.

Alfred chuckled. < We've got time, Marc. I'm planning on leaving this cave wearing clothes!>

Shaking his head in dismay, Marc slid his fingers over Bester's naked skin." Take off your gloves as well," he demanded, hating that last barrier between them.

Wavering momentarily, Alfred complied in the end. As he pulled off his gloves he stared at his crippled left hand and felt strangely ashamed.

Marc sensed the discomfort in the other man's mind and covered Bester's knotted fingers with his, raised the left hand and kissed those fingers one by one, coaxing a moan of disbelief from Alfred's lips.

Acceptance flashed in both their minds and Alfred relaxed.

His fingers now moved over the Psi Cop's chest and during one moment of curiosity Marc leaned forward and suckled one of Bester's nipples. A flash of arousal, lust, bright red, shot through his mind as his lover's fingers touched his face; the intensity of these emotions baffled the young man.

< Sorry about that. You surprised me,> Alfred admitted as desire throbbed through his body.

Marc slowly, teasingly, moistened his lips.

Alfred was losing his composure. Marc was playing him! Seeing that tongue and wet red lips, made him envision feeling them on his cock.

Marc's curiosity got the better of him and easing down Alfred's trousers he stared at Bester's manhood. " You're bigger than I am," Marc mumbled, comparing his erection with the Psi Cop's.

Bester burst out laughing seeing Marc's crestfallen expression. < Want to measure up the difference? > he said teasingly.

" No," Marc replied. Alfred's mirth was washing through him and he relished that warm feeling. " There's something else I want to try.... I watched a vid last night when you fell asleep on the sofa," he admitted, flushing slightly.

< Educational channel? > Bester inquired and couldn't remember the last time he had felt this warm inside.

" No. Adult channel I think it was called." Running his fingertips over Alfred's body, Marc halted when he reached the core of Bester's arousal. With smooth, certain strokes he massaged the hard cock. Fascinated, Marc watched as precum moistened Alfred's erection. " I know what I'm supposed to do, but? " Crooking his head, Marc stared him in the eyes.

< Keep doing that a little longer and I'm going to come,> Alfred sighed mentally. Consumed by a fire he'd denied himself for so long, Bester wondered how far he could go with Marc.

Releasing Alfred's shaft from his grip, Marc bent forward and kissed him hard on the lips. His hands wandered all over the Psi Cop's body and for a moment he was the one laying flat on his back; Bester on top of him. Panting, Marc stared down at the man underneath him who had offered him this exchange of perspective.

Lazily looking up at Marc, Alfred fingered some strands of long hair and made his decision. Using his strength he sat upright, slipped an arm beneath the young man and forced him to lie down on his back. < Do you want me to take you? Are you ready for that? We can postpone it. There's no need to go all the way.>

" Take me, Alfred. I want you," Marc said in steadfast tone, " I want you inside of me...." Pulling down Bester's head using both his hands, he whispered in sharp tone; " But do it slowly. Make it last! "

" You..." Lost for words, Alfred hoped he would last long enough to satisfy his lover's demands. ** Demands! Marc is a virgin and making demands already! ** Nudging the young man's knees apart, Bester slipped his hands underneath those firm buttocks, squeezing them tightly.

Arching up against Alfred, Marc ached with desire. Bester was inside in his mind, sharing his emotions and arousal with him. " Alfred, stop stalling and take me, damnit! "

Growling, Alfred decided he had put up with Marc's demands long enough. As the head of his shaft pushed against his lover's smooth skin, Alfred wavered once more; not wanting to hurt him.

" Take me, Alfred! " Marc screamed in frustration.

That yell pushed Bester over the edge. Lifting Marc's hips from the ground, Alfred steadied himself. Slowly, as Marc had asked him to, he buried himself inside the young man. A moan escaped his lips as Marc arched up against him once more, involuntarily taking in more of him.

Pain shot through his body as Alfred entered him slowly, but demandingly. Marc's eyes flashed open and he bit his lip. His lover's shaft was stretching him, making him pant heavily and he cried out Alfred's name in both agony and lust. " Alfred! Deeper damnit! I want more of you inside me," Marc yelled and pushed back to meet that deliciously vicious thrust!

Completely buried inside his lover Alfred remained motionless. <You're tight. Tight and hot, Marc.>

" Now what? " Bester's weight was pressing him down and Marc had no other choice than to follow the Psi Cop's lead. Casting a look at Alfred, he quivered as the telepath completely opened his mind to share emotions and experiences with him. Once more, their positions seemed reversed as Marc moved through Alfred's mind; he was the one on top, pinning Bester down. Marc gasped as Alfred began to move inside him.

Thrusting slowly but deeply, Alfred stared into Marc's green eyes. Supporting his young lover, Bester established a sensual rhythm, touching Marc deep inside. < I'm --deep-- inside of you...You're mine, > Bester growled possessively. < Share this experience with me...> Sending his lover lust and his own craving for release, Alfred's thrusts became faster, more shallow, but even more intense in a sensual way.

Overcome by Alfred's yearning for release, Marc reached up with one hand and managed to pinch one of the Psi Cop's nipples. " Come for me, Alfred. Come inside of me and take me over the edge as well," Marc pleaded as his body turned into fire, meeting each of Alfred's thrusts with determination. Grasping his own erection, Marc stroked himself firmly. His now moist fingers slid over hardened flesh.

Their sensations mingled and they lost all sense of reality. Losing his individuality, Marc became part of that all consuming lust which Bester emanated.... Lust entangled his mind, twined itself around his every thought and finally urged them to take each other's place....

/// Images mingle, emotions shatter, perspectives change. Two minds become one, find release at the same time, reversing positions .... Moaning loudly, Marc finds himself inside Bester's body, thrusting deeply, lifting his lovers hips a little more to accommodate himself better in order to thrust even deeper....** Into my own body.**

Alfred looks up and sees the ecstasy on his own face as he offers Marc this exchange of experiences. Massaging Marc's aching shaft, -- his cock for this eternal moment--, now dripping with precum, Marc buries himself once more inside his body... Sliding into him smoothly, possessing him completely, penetrating him deeply.

--One-- scream of shared ecstasy echoes through the cave. As orgasm overwhelms them both, Alfred closes his eyes and melts even deeper into Marc's mind; creating a fabulous sensation of oneness for a too short instant. As the intensity weakens, both men return to their own body. Staring into each other's eyes, Marc's thoughts are picked up by Bester. < What happened? > ///

BABYLON 5

Waking from an intensely erotic dream, Marcus cuddled up to Neroon. The warrior enveloped his lover in his arms and opened his eyes.

" I had another dream," Marcus mumbled, voice tense with arousal.

" An erotic one, I assume? " Neroon's fingers curled themselves around the ranger's throbbing erection.

" I want to take you, Neroon."

" And I want to be taken. You may proceed," Neroon said smugly with his old arrogance, looking forward to this sensual encounter.

" Your wish is my command," voice quavering, Marcus smiled. " I will make you mine and you will --purr-- my name when you come..."

" Promises," Neroon challenged him, knowing Marcus would be successful in making him purr his name in the end.

PART 39

GAMMA 4

Sighing deeply, Alfred tried to open a com channel to get in touch with Byron. For the past week he had cut himself off from Psi Corps to take care of Marc and only now was he beginning to realize it might have been the wrong thing to do. ** One doesn't disappear for that long without giving a proper reason, but I couldn't tell them I was heading to Mars to kill Dana Flaxen and free her prisoner in the process. A prisoner I fell in love with, I might add,** Alfred mused, watching Marc stretched out on the sofa on the brink of falling asleep. It was late, past midnight, and Bester was hoping Marc would go to bed any moment now. He didn't want the young man present when contacting Byron. <Adult channel again?> he inquired softly.

" Yeah, I find this channel really interesting. We can use some pointers...." Marc implied with a smirk on his face.

<Are you thinking about sex --again--?> Bester chuckled, remembering their intense experience in the cave.

" Maybe later," Marc hinted.

< I'm an old man, Marc. I think you've had enough for one day.> Alfred grinned, and in doing so took the sarcasm out of his statement. It was true though; Marc might have enough energy left for a second passionate encounter, but he was feeling tired.

" You're not tricking me, Alfred. I know you've got stamina," Marc quipped, while getting up from the couch. Perhaps Bester's idea wasn't that bad after all; he could do with a cat nap.

" I'm going to bed ... don't make me wait too long, Alfred. I'll come and find you."

Alfred suddenly realized that Marc was planning on sleeping in his bed and would wait up for him. < You're determined to get your way, aren't you, Marc?>

Nodding his head, Marc strolled over to the Psi Cop and slipped a hand underneath his neck, claiming his lips.

Bester never expected that move but gave in willingly.

" Yeah, I want to take you tonight," Marc revealed, releasing Bester at last. Flashing a naughty grin, he climbed the stairs, sensing Alfred's confusion at being kissed like that.

" I'm in trouble," Alfred realized with a smirk on his face speaking the words aloud, " Marc's hormones have taken over." Shaking his head absent-mindedly, Alfred received confirmation and finally established a connection with Earth headquarters to get the latest data from Byron. It only took him a few moments to get through to his own office. The first thing he noticed was Byron's grave facial expression. " What's wrong?"

" Alfred! I have been trying to reach you for days. Charles and some others were rather displeased when they found out you eliminated Dana Flaxen. They feel that she could have been useful to Psi Corps," Byron said in concerned tone. " There are some rumors going around that they feel you're becoming too powerful."

" They feel threatened," Alfred concluded.

" Yes. Your 'disappearing act' worries them even more. They wonder if you can still be trusted."

" I understand. I will return as quickly as possible. Anything else?" Bester sighed, realizing his short stay in paradise with Marc had come to an end.

" Yes, a certain Marcus Cole has been contacting me daily for a week now. Seems like he really wants to talk to you. I traced the origin of the messages and they come from Babylon 5," Byron informed him.

" I know Marcus. I will join you at headquarters shortly," Bester said, terminating the connection. Before going to sleep ** in case Marc will let me get some,** Alfred wanted to contact Marcus. What had happened that the ranger needed to talk to him so urgently?

BABYLON 5

" Marcus? There's an incoming message for you from Bester," Neroon said, watching him very closely. The ranger was writing his report to inform Delenn on possible threats.

" Alfred? I've been trying to reach him for one week! It's about bloody time he got in touch with me!" Marcus stated vehemently and wondered why Neroon was grinning like that."What?"

" Nothing important," Neroon muttered. Sitting down on the sofa, he waited for Marcus' curiosity to take over.

" Neroon, tell me!" Marcus demanded to know. His instincts were telling him that Neroon was up to something. " You didn't buy me any more embarrassing gifts, did you?" Marcus said, remembering that bloody thong.

" You shouldn't keep Alfred waiting," Neroon chided him teasingly. He wasn't going to tell the ranger why he was this chipper. Marcus would find out soon enough.

Cursing, the ranger made his way over to the BabCom unit. He could deal with Neroon later. First, he had to talk to Bester and find out why he was having dreams about the Psi Cop.

" Hello Marcus. My assistant told me you needed to talk to me?" Alfred said, studying him. ** He looks well; a bit tired perhaps, but his eyes sparkle which is definitely a good sign.** Neroon was no where in sight, but Alfred knew the Minbari had to be close because Neroon had answered the call in the first place.

" Yes, I do want to talk to you," Marcus paused, uncertain how to proceed, then decided to plunge right ahead," I keep seeing your face in my mind and sometimes I dream about you, why?"

Bester did his best not to let his surprise show. " I don't know, Marcus. When did it start?"

" One week ago," Marcus replied, vividly remembering the first dream he'd had about the Psi Cop. " I dreamt you were lying next to me in bed."

" In Bed? " There was only one explanation for this; but he wasn't going to tell Marcus that the ranger might be picking up emotions or experiences emanating from Marc. Could it be possible that Marcus was sensing Marc's emotions? ** But what about the distance between them? ** Locking eyes with the ranger Alfred continued in calm voice," It might be a side-effect from the time when Lyta and I repaired your mental functions. Don't worry about it, Marcus. It will go away in time." Alfred hoped he had managed to take away some of the ranger's worries.

" I hope so...I don't feel comfortable calling out your name when I'm asleep. Neroon...." Marcus was cut short by the Minbari's amused laughter.

" Afraid I will become jealous, Marcus?" Neroon teased him.

Catching that remark, Alfred couldn't help grinning. Neroon did strike him as the jealous type. " Good thing I'm far away," Bester remarked.

Clutching his head, Marcus smiled as well. Perhaps Alfred was right and he was working himself into a frenzy over nothing.

GAMMA 4

Completely at peace with the universe, Alfred watched Marc sleep. The young man had utterly exhausted him during their second passionate lovemaking. It had been the first time ever Bester had allowed another man to take him and Marc hadn't disappointed him; his lover possessed an unbridled sexual energy. Stroking the long dark hair which reached way past Marc's shoulders, Alfred realized he couldn't leave the young man alone. He wouldn't be safe here. If Charles had managed to find out about him killing Dana, it would only be a matter of time before Psi Corps would discover about the clone in the tank. But where to hide him? And would Marc be willing to remain in hiding? Something told Alfred that Marc would condemn such a proposal. There was only one place where his lover would be fairly safe, but....

Shaking his head in dismay Alfred gently probed Marc's thoughts; the young man was satiated and sleeping peacefully, not a single troubled thought in sight. ** I can't take him to Babylon 5. Marcus would be shocked to find out his DNA has been used to create a clone. If only there were an acceptable alternative! If only Psi Corps wasn't that powerful. I have no other choice. We'll have to discuss this option. ** Bester realized.

Marc turned in his arms, resting his head on the Psi Cop's chest. ** Marc's too vulnerable to be left alone; he has no idea what dangers lurk in the 'real world'. I dread to think about what Charles will do to you once he finds out who you are.** Alfred placed a kiss on his lover's brow, coaxing a sigh from his lips.

There was no doubt in his mind Sheridan would grant Marc asylum, but was Marcus ready to deal with this? Imagining such a confrontation he thought; ** Hello Marcus, meet your clone, Marc, who's also my lover. ** Alfred pulled the sleeper closer and wondered how to keep him safe. ** Babylon 5 is his only chance,** he realized at last.

" You can't be serious, Alfred! " Marc exclaimed in agitated tone, " you can't expect me to go to Babylon 5. I don't want to meet Marcus Cole. Do you have any idea how ....awkward and worthless it would make me feel to..." His voice broke and Marc averted his eyes. Yes, Alfred had told him why the Psi Cop wanted him to go there, but the idea of facing Marcus Cole....

For once, Bester replied in firm tone, choosing not to answer him telepathically. " We don't have a choice, Marc. I know for certain some very influential Psi Cops are trying to discover what happened on Mars, " hesitating for one moment he continued in the end, " Marc, you have to understand; it's forbidden by law to clone a human being. They would be within their rights to terminate you. I don't want you to die," Alfred hoped the concern he felt would be picked up by the empath.

Marc did register that true concern, but instead of calming him, it angered him. " Then why don't you hand me over to them? I don't want to run away and hide the rest of my life! " He almost instantly regretted his words, realizing how cruel they had been. " Sorry, Alfred. I didn't mean it like that, but running away isn't something that appeals to me."

" I know, but it would only be a temporary solution, Marc. In the meantime I can arrange an identicard for you. I need time," Bester explained in fatigued tone. He wished that Marc would stop arguing and accept his lead for once. " There's no other alternative. I'm not thrilled about sending you to Babylon 5 either, but ....you would be safe there...," pausing momentarily, he studied the young man." Perhaps you might even like it there; become friends with Marcus and Neroon. "

" When hell freezes over," Marc replied, having heard that term somewhere. " You can't expect me to like Marcus Cole."

" Why not?" Alfred questioned. " In a certain way he gave you life." Then, he suddenly realized why Marc disliked the ranger that much. " You're jealous of him? "

" Of course I am! He's the original after all. I'm nothing but a copy! " Marc said gritting his teeth.

" Marc," Alfred ignored the young man's struggle to fight his embrace, " you should know by now that I love --you--, not Marcus. There's no reason to be jealous," Alfred said, trying to calm him down. ** Maybe I need to tell you a bit about Marcus.** Wrapping an arm around Marc, Alfred pulled him closer and forced him to sit beside him on the sofa. Marc's stare was still defiant and made the Psi Cop sigh. " Listen to me, listen to me carefully."

That caught Marc's attention and he stopped struggling to free himself. Sensing the shift in the Psi Cop's emotions, Marc told himself to calm down.

" Marcus has been through a lot. He has been hurt tremendously during the last months. Those scars will stay with him for the rest of his life. "

" What happened? " Feeling Alfred's reluctance to talk about it, Marc waited patiently.

< I better show you this way.>

Alfred's mindvoice caught him off guard and he trembled as alien thoughts stole into his mind, showing him Marcus' recent suffering. " I never knew..." Marc admitted as he realized what the ranger had been through.

< You could help him recover,> Bester offered him as a reason to go to Babylon 5 after all.

" I'm not sure about that....but you're right." Marc's hand softly caressed the Psi Cop's face. " There's no need to be jealous. I know you love me, not Marcus Cole."

The certainty in those words surprised Alfred at first, then pleased him. " Good, we'll leave first thing in the morning."

BABYLON 5

" Neroon? " Entering their quarters, Marcus wondered where the warrior had gone. " Lights normal setting," he commanded and looked around their deserted rooms. Searching for a clue to where he could find the Minbari he walked through the living area, nothing. The bedroom was deserted as well. ** Perhaps Delenn needed his assistance? **

Dropping onto the sofa, he lazily stretched his body and closed his eyes. Stephen had insisted on one last physical before officially proclaiming he had made a full recovery. Delenn, who had also been present had been pleased to hear this good news, but both of them had told him that he was still off active duty for at least six more months. On his way back to his quarters those words had haunted him; he wasn't sure how to feel about that. Six more months together with Neroon who would drive him mad with passion every night? Six more months of filing reports? Six more months of peace and quiet? ** I wonder when Neroon and I will have our first 'domestic' quarrel? ** Chuckling quietly, he pushed himself deeper into the softness of the sofa till something poked him in the back.

" What?" Digging into the cushions, he retrieved a little brown book. He had seen it once before; remembering Neroon writing down something on paper days ago. The Minbari had quickly hid the paper he had been writing on when he'd entered the room. ** It's probably something personal; I shouldn't look inside. ** Marcus berated himself, but his growing curiosity made him open it any way. Recognizing Neroon's elegant and firm handwriting, the ranger wondered why Neroon was writing things down in the first place. Lost in thought, he turned the pages and finally realized what he was looking at. " Neroon is writing poems? In Standard?" Tempted to read on Marcus wavered one last time. " Guess we'll have that first fight when he finds out I've been nosing around in his personal belongings," Marcus muttered to no one in particular before growing silent.

SONG FOR AN ANGEL

Innocence is fragile like the wind

Cold hearts can tear it down

It's hard to find some sanctuary

I know you feel just like the world

Is on your shoulders

And you won't survive if it gets any colder

Angel - wait for tomorrow

Before you smile you have to cry sometimes

Angel - a new day will follow

Even an angel needs to learn how to fly

Listen close to the child inside you

Begging to be set free

You have lost your way

And your heart is needing shelter

I know you feel the walls are

Closing all around

Hold on, it won't be long

Before you break them down

Angel - wait for tomorrow

Before you smile you have to cry sometimes

Angel - a new day will follow

Even an angel needs to learn how to fly

Believe in all your dreams

And reach for the sky

So hard all alone

Fighting through the pain

Some day you will stand up

Strong and unafraid

And then you will see the sun

Right behind the rain

Spread your wings....

" You weren't supposed to read that just yet," Neroon said, watching the baffled expression in the ranger's eyes.

Quickly closing the booklet, Marcus felt like he was caught trespassing into something very personal. " I never knew...."

" I wanted it to remain a secret a little longer," Neroon confessed and sat down on the couch next to Marcus.

" How much longer?" Marcus wanted to know and handed the book back to Neroon.

" One more day," Putting the booklet on the sofa, Neroon caught Marcus' fingers in his hands and caressed them. Looking into those green eyes made him want to kiss his lover, but he refrained from doing so at this point.

" One more day? Why?" Marcus was searching his memory. What was special about tomorrow?

" Think harder and you will find the right answer," Neroon instructed him, now fingering a strand of soft hair.

** Tomorrow? What's special about ...** Marcus' eyes grew big when he realized what Neroon was hinting it. " It's my birthday tomorrow. I haven't celebrated that day in 10 years, why start doing so now?" After his parents had died and work had taken over, he had completely lost interest in such matters. Only William had sent him an occasional birthday greeting while away.

" To celebrate a new beginning?" Neroon offered as an answer.

" Perhaps you're right, but do me a favor? Don't tell the others about it. I don't want to be forced into a party like Michael was."

" He seemed to enjoy himself during that party," the Minbari observed, not revealing his plans for tomorrow yet.

Getting apprehensive, Marcus recognized the expression in Neroon's eyes. The Minbari was hiding something. Deciding to ignore the issue for now he asked; " What about that poem; Song for an Angel?"

" I have always been interested in poetry, but Tee'la...is no longer a challenge, not anymore. Writing Standard however --is-- a challenge and you inspire me. "

" I inspire you?" Marcus quipped and delighted in seeing the smile on Neroon's face. " I'm your muse? Better start inspiring you then." Wrapping his arms around the warrior, he pulled him closer to kiss him. As they rolled off the sofa a booming laughter echoed through their quarters.

Unknown to both of them, two men in Psi Corps' uniforms left docking bay unnoticed, heading towards customs.

PART 40

" Identicard please," Zack said, scanning the new arrivals. A moment later he froze as two Psi Cops approached him, recognizing one of them right away. ** Bester's back,-- again--? ** Trying hard to remain composed, he tapped his hand communicator and informed the Chief of their surprise visitor.

" I'm on my way. Try to stall them, Zack," Garibaldi instructed in determined voice.

" Receiving you loud and clear, Chief." Zack walked towards the Psi Cops, trying to get a good look at Bester's companion but long, dark hair obscured the man's face. An ominous feeling crept along his spine as Bester's eyes caught his; Zack couldn't repress a shudder.

" Ah, Mr. Allen if I'm not mistaken? My associate and I will remain on your station only for a short while," Alfred informed him, sensing Marc's nervousness as the young man was treading upon new, unknown ground. The young empath had been uncharacteristically quiet during their trip to Babylon 5; worrying about the upcoming confrontation with Marcus Cole.

" Yes, I'm Zack Allen. Identicards please," Zack said with as much authority as he could muster, hoping Garibaldi would show up any second now.

" Identicard?" Alfred echoed in mocked surprise, " I thought security would know who I am by now." Handing Allen his own identicard and a fake one, he waited for the security guard to let them pass.

Marc became even more nervous as he scanned the surroundings with his eyes. Never before had he been around this many people. However, the space station itself intrigued him. A moment later worry got a firm grip on him again, realizing Marcus Cole was somewhere on this space station as well. If Alfred hadn't escorted him to Babylon 5 Marc would have changed the course of his flyer.

" Mr. Bester...what brings you to Babylon 5 --again--? " Michael asked in firm tone. Although Bester had aided Marcus' recovery some weeks ago Garibaldi remained suspicious of the Psi Cop.

" Mr. Garibaldi," Alfred started, mimicking the Chief's tone," I need to speak to Captain Sheridan on some urgent matters which can't be delayed. It's important I talk to him --now--," Bester said, stressing that last word. He couldn't waste any more time. Marc's discomfort was growing and the last thing Bester wanted was for Garibaldi to find out who his companion was while still in public. First, he had to talk to John Sheridan and make sure Marc would be safe here.

" I guess I don't have a choice in this matter," Michael muttered, doing his best to catch a glimpse of the unknown Psi Cop's face. There was something alarmingly familiar about that man. " And what about your... associate?"

" He'll accompany me," Bester stated in determined tone. Apparently, the falsified identicard worked properly because Zack handed them both back to him after having studied them.

" I'll take you to the Captain's office," Garibaldi decided, keeping an eye on both Psi Cops. Bester was a known factor, a disturbing one, but the Chief knew who he was up against. The other Psi Cop's face though remained hidden behind the long hair and his identity puzzled him.

" Captain?"

John Sheridan rose to his feet and straightened out his uniform jacket. Garibaldi had told him about this unexpected visitor and he hadn't been thrilled to learn Bester insisted on talking to him in person. " Enter," he said, eager to get this over with and see Bester leave the station as quickly as possible.

After having shown them inside Garibaldi remained standing near the doorway, awaiting orders from his Captain whether to stay or not.

" Mr. Bester. What can I do for you this time?" Sheridan said, closely observing the two Psi Cops. Lines of worry had appeared on Bester's brow and John wondered why. Caim had been destroyed and Marcus had returned to them in the end, so what else could be wrong?

" I'm here to ask you a personal favor," Alfred started, noticing the surprised look on Sheridan's face.

" A --personal-- favor?" Sheridan repeated, feeling even more apprehensive now.

" Yes, my associate here needs a hiding place from the Corps. Should they gain custody of him, he would be eliminated at once. I can't allow that to happen." Bester looked the Captain straight in the eyes. " This is the only refuge he has. "