Delenn, Lennier and John Sheridan were waiting for the shuttle to dock. Neroon had informed them that the Ingata would hold its position close to Babylon 5. Delenn wasn't sure about her feelings now she was going to face Neroon. Stephen Franklin had informed her earlier on that Marcus had regained his eyesight and was making a rapid recovery. She had been pleased to hear this, but the news concerning the drugs found in Neroon's blood made her nervous. Shakiri was prepared to risk it all and would stop at nothing.

"Now John, you promised to stay calm when Neroon comes aboard. A pity that Susan couldn't be here."

"The accident in cargo bay was major, but she's handling it perfectly."

Delenn looked towards the opening doors and felt relieved as she spotted Marcus. He seemed to be discussing something with Franklin who looked a bit tired. A sling supported the ranger’s right arm and although he looked pale and too thin, there was a sparkle in his eyes. Delenn sighed. Marcus seemed to be all right. Her eyes caught sight of Neroon who was walking behind the two humans, seemingly lost in thought. Delenn was baffled as she saw the different expression on Neroon's face. The madness was gone and the Neroon she had always known was suddenly looking back at her.

Stephen Franklin greeted his friends and excused himself. He was desperate for a shower and a decent bed. Sheridan smiled, remembering his own experience with those tilted beds. He hated the stupid platforms. As Stephen walked away from the group, Delenn and Lennier bowed slightly returning Neroon's gesture.

Marcus tried to bow as well, but his bruised ribs protested quite firmly. An awkward silence hung between them.

It was Delenn who spoke first. "Marcus, it is good to see you doing this well. We were worried."

"Yes, we were." Sheridan extended his hand and Marcus accepted it, grinning weakly.

The ranger still felt apprehensive about returning to Babylon 5. He knew that quite a number of people were aware of the fact that Neroon had stalked him. He sensed Neroon's uncertainty and took a step back to stand next to the warrior.

Delenn noticed the movement and saw how close the two men were standing. It told her Marcus trusted the warrior. She decided she had faith in the ranger's judgement and bowed slightly to Neroon.

The warrior answered the gesture in a similar fashion.

"Neroon."

"Entil'Zha, Lennier, Captain." Neroon observed the expression on each face and reached the conclusion that John Sheridan was the angriest of the three, something that surprised him. Marcus was a ranger, not an Earth force officer.

"Neroon, I think we need to talk." Delenn's voice was neutral as she addressed the warrior. Lennier wanted to follow Delenn and Neroon, but she stopped him. "I want to talk to Neroon in private."

Sheridan didn't like the idea of Delenn being alone with the warrior, but the look in her eyes stopped him from making a comment. He knew how stubborn Delenn could be and decided to alert security to have Neroon watched.

As the two Minbari walked away, Marcus began to feel uncomfortable under Lennier's stare. The ranger remembered how Lennier had knocked him out cold when he was trying to take his own life to escape Neroon's destructive infatuation. He had never thanked Lennier for being a friend when he needed one. "Lennier, I never got a chance to thank you when… I mean, I… "

Lennier interrupted the ranger, knowing what Marcus was about to say. The Captain didn't know of the suicide attempt and Lennier decided that the issue was so personal that Sheridan didn't need to know. "There is no need to thank me, Marcus. I am very glad to see you in good health and it pleases me that you can see again."

Marcus was surprised to feel Lennier's hand on his shoulder. It was the first time that ever Lennier had touched him.

"Yes, why didn't you tell us you were blind? You have a lot of friends on this station, you must know that."

"I wasn't thinking rationally at that time, Captain. But it's good to know I have friends here." Marcus was touched by the welcome. He did however notice the inquisitive expression on Sheridan's face. "Captain? Is there something you want to ask me?"

John Sheridan wasn't sure if he should ask Marcus what had happened. Delenn had been reluctant to share any information; telling him it was something personal between Neroon and Marcus. But Sheridan had to know. "Is Neroon forcing you to stay with him?"

Shaking his head, Marcus looked at the Captain. "No, I'm staying with him out of my own free will... You'll find out sooner or later anyway. It might be better if I'm the one to tell you what really happened these last weeks." He didn't look forward to going through the entire thing again, but both Lennier and the Captain deserved to know the truth. "Shakiri slipped Neroon LSD and Rophynol without him knowing about it…"

///

Delenn had been listening to Neroon and finally understood what really had transpired. She didn't think that Shakiri would prove to be that dangerous, but she realized why Neroon was concerned for her life. How ironic, Neroon was stopped by Marcus when he wanted to kill me and now Shakiri will find Neroon blocking his way. "Did I understand you correctly? You named Marcus your Kirmana and he accepted that position?"

"Yes."

Thinking about all kind of possible implications concerning that decision, Delenn had to admit that she had misjudged Neroon. To extend such an honor to a human would set certain things in motion. It could bring the two races closer to each other. "Do you love Marcus?"

Neroon looked her in the eye as he answered that question. "With all my heart."

"I must admit I never expected you to confess a love for a human this openly. I think you made a wise choice; Marcus is special in his own way. He's very dear to me and I want to see him happy."

"So do I. That's why I have to get to Shakiri as quickly as possible."

"You have my permission to do anything you consider necessary to return Shakiri to the Warrior Council to stand trial for his crimes."

"Thank you, Delenn." Neroon was about to leave as he looked at Delenn once more."These humans are a strange people. I never thought I could feel this deeply for one of them. I judged you in the past for being attracted to John Sheridan. I know I was wrong now."

Delenn accepted the apology and nodded her approval. "Neroon, you have come a long way since we met in the Grey Council. I admire your courage."

///

Nervously, Marcus pressed the doorchime. After he'd informed Lennier and the Captain of what had really occurred he'd excused himself. He had to face Susan Ivanova before he lost his nerve. The door opened and hesitantly he stepped inside. He didn't expect to be greeted by an unknown woman, sitting comfortably on Susan's couch. "Sorry, I thought these were Commander Ivanova's quarters."

"They are. I'm Sacha… you must be Marcus. Susan told me about you."

The surprise was evident on his face as he heard her words.

"The ranger uniform and your green eyes gave you away. Susan described you to me." Sacha beckoned him to come closer and offered him some coffee.

"No thank you. Never liked the brew." His thoughts were swirling. This woman was wearing an Earth force uniform and appeared to feel very much at home in Susan's quarters. He remembered Stephen telling him that Susan had been in love with a woman before he made it to the station. A certain suspicion crept into his mind.

"I'm sorry, but I have never seen you before." Marcus sat down opposite of her and studied her. She was quite attractive and had long unruly hair tumbling down her back. The brown eyes seemed kind, but curious.

"I'm Sacha Harris. When Lt. Corwin was injured I was called in to help out in C&C. That's probably why you don't know me. You want to talk to Susan I guess?"

"Yes. She isn't in, I assume?"

"There was an emergency. I do expect her home any moment. Is there anything else I can offer you as a refreshment?"

"Some tea would be nice."

Sacha got to her feet and made her way to the kitchen. Marcus was busy sorting out what was going on here. His instincts were telling him that Susan had found a new love. He was relieved. If that was the truth it would make his task a lot easier. Sacha placed the cup of tea on the table and both looked up as the door opened.

Susan Ivanova didn't expect to find Marcus Cole sitting on her couch talking to Sacha. Susan knew that Marcus was on his way to Babylon 5, but hadn't been informed of his arrival. She was momentarily taken aback until she got a grip on reality once more. "Marcus, I'm so glad you're back." In a very uncharacteristic way for Susan Ivanova she hugged him as he got to his feet. She noticed the soft hiss of pain as she embraced him too tightly. Letting go of him she stepped back and regarded the sling critically. "Are you wounded?"

"Some bruised ribs and a broken arm, nothing that won't heal in time."

They stared at each other and hardly noticed how Sacha disappeared into the bedroom.

"I was so worried Marcus. You looked awful when we found you in that cell."

Embarrassed, Marcus sat down again. Susan sat down next to him. " I… a lot of things happened lately, Susan and I want to thank you for being there when I needed you."

Their eyes finally met and Susan saw the restlessness in those green orbs, mixed with something she couldn't identify. "But you're getting better, that's the only thing that matters." Susan wasn't sure about the next question, but she had to ask. "So I take it you and Neroon worked things out?"

"Yes. It took us some time. Susan, he wasn't himself when he was stalking me. A Minbari warrior drugged him and now that Minbari, Shai Alit Shakiri, is after Delenn. That's why Neroon and I came here; to stop Shakiri."

"Marcus. Don't worry. I'm not judging you, nor am I angry with you." She took his hand and felt how cold and clammy it was. Marcus was nervous.

"I've chosen to be with Neroon. I think you were right. I knew I was attracted to him, but didn't want to accept that. I'm sorry if I hurt you in the process."

"You didn't Marcus. You helped me getting in touch with my own heart."

"I did?" Marcus couldn't believe she was this understanding. He wondered about Sacha and had to put the question to Susan. "You and Sacha...?"

"Yes."

Marcus sighed and her fingers curled around his. He'd been so afraid of this confrontation. "Can we still be friends? I would like that."

"Of course, Marcus. We'll always be friends."

///

Walking the corridors of Babylon 5 once more made Marcus aware of the fact how much he'd changed during these last weeks. Although he was once again wearing his ranger uniform he didn't feel entirely comfortable in it. He couldn't identify the strange feeling in the pit of his stomach, but knew that he missed Neroon's company. There was one more person he had to talk to: Delenn, and he wasn't sure what he wanted to get out of that conversation.

Delenn wasn't surprised to see the ranger enter her quarters after the door chime had chirped. She asked Lennier to make them some tea and noticed the distant look in Marcus' eyes as they sat down. She wanted to make it a little easier on Marcus. "Neroon told me about Shakiri's scheming. I'm sorry you were a pawn in his game. I apologize for my people."

Marcus remained quiet, gazing at Delenn. He had a request to make and was a bit apprehensive. "No need to apologize, Delenn. There are black sheep in all races." He smiled weakly.

"What is troubling you, Marcus?" Delenn leaned forward and took his hand. She felt the need to comfort Marcus. The ranger had been willing to die for her when he faced Neroon during Denn-Sha. She wanted to help him any way she could.

"Some weeks ago you offered me a position at the training centre on Minbar. I would like to fill that vacancy… that's if you haven't found anyone else yet."

This wasn't something she had expected. "Why, Marcus? When I asked you some weeks ago you weren't interested in the least."

"So many things have changed.... For the first time since William died I feel like I belong with someone and I don't want to give that up."

"Neroon. He means quite a lot to you, doesn't he?" Delenn was surprised to learn how deep the connection between them had become. Marcus nodded and Delenn spoke her thoughts out loud. "I have often worried about you, Marcus. I felt you cared too little for your life. The way you were prepared to lay your life down when you invoked Denn'Sha told me a lot about you. I want you to live; to have a purpose in life. If Neroon can provide you with that purpose I will not stand in its way. If you really want to change your life and be with him, you have my blessing. Once you're fully healed you can take up your work at the Training Facility, though you will be missed here on Babylon 5. "

"Thank you, Delenn." Marcus felt the sympathy inside Delenn and forced himself to get out of her mind. It hadn't been his intention to look at her thoughts. Shahaam would have to give some more lessons. Now that the matter was settled, he sipped from his tea and Delenn began to tell him what he had happened during his absence. A burst of pain caused him to suddenly double over, dropping the cup on the carpet.

"Marcus? What's wrong?"

The ranger felt the pain subdue and struggled for breath. He knew the pain wasn't his. "Something happened to Neroon.... I've got to help him." He staggered to his feet and then ran out of the room. Lennier, who came to check if anything was wrong, was almost knocked off his feet as Marcus passed him.

"Go after him, Lennier. I will call John. Do not leave him alone."

Lennier didn't waste any more time and followed Marcus who was running down the corridor.

///

Neroon had no trouble locating the maintenance tunnel in which Marcus had challenged him to Denn-Sha. As he stepped into the tunnel, he was reminded immediately of the damp atmosphere down here. Walking slowly he managed to recapture their fight in his memory. The ranger had put up quite some resistance and Neroon remembered vividly how Marcus had approached him; telling him he was a ranger and that they lived and died for the One. Even then, Neroon had sensed the sincerity in the ranger's words. Neroon remembered effortlessly breaking one of the ranger's ribs, then a second and in the end he had broken three of them. The ranger had staggered on his feet at that point and had dropped to the floor; pike falling from his hands. An urgent need to know the ranger's motivation to invoke Denn-Sha had consumed him as he'd questioned the ranger.

Marcus' answer still lingered in his mind. For her; we live for the One, we die for the One: Entil'Zha veni, in Valen's name. That sentence had been his death. A part of him had died hearing those words. A human had proved to be more of a Minbari as he was and the rightness of his cause had disappeared. He hadn't been able to strike that fatal blow and had left the room without giving a second look to the severely wounded ranger.

"Marcus." He sat down on his heel and mumbled the ranger's name. In his mind he still saw dried blood on the floor. I left you here to die. Neroon remembered the confrontation he'd had with Delenn, where he'd thrown the blood-covered pike at her feet. Neroon was lost in thought and didn't hear the footsteps closing in on him. His inner alarms suddenly went off as he realized that he wasn't alone in the tunnel. Trying to get back to his feet as quickly as possible, he turned around to see who was here with him.

"You sentimental fool!"

Neroon saw Shakiri's contorted grin and felt the impact of a blow to his head. A stabbing pain ran through him as he fell to his knees. Marcus... Shakiri is here!

Neroon knew there was only a small chance that the ranger would hear him, but he had to try. A moment later he felt a second blow to his head and he was no longer able to remain conscious. As he slipped into darkness, he hoped Marcus had received his warning.

///

Marcus was running in blind panic. Then the second blow rocked him off his feet and he had to steady himself, reaching out for the wall. Neroon, hold on. Marcus wasn't thinking rationally or he would have known that he needed reinforcements if he was going to be any kind of help to Neroon. He didn't even realize that Lennier was following him and it was only when arms kept him from dropping to the floor that he noticed Lennier's presence. Lennier tried to appear as calm as always, but there was a nervous expression in his eyes.

"Lennier... It's Shakiri. He has taken Neroon. We've got to move quickly."

"Marcus, how do you know this?"

"Because I'm a bloody telepath, Lennier. I don't have the time to explain all this to you. We need to get moving." Not getting any more messages from Neroon, the ranger knew that the warrior must have passed out. He freed himself from Lennier's hands and began to run again, ignoring the sharp pain in his chest caused by the bruised ribs. Marcus knew where to find Neroon and heard Lennier come after him.

The ranger slowed down as they approached the maintenance tunnel. Although he was afraid for Neroon's life, Marcus realized he had to think before he acted. He had no idea if Shakiri was alone and he hated running into an ambush. Leaning against the wall he fought hard to regain his breath. Damn, he was in no condition to be running down corridors and now he was thinking of taking on a Minbari warrior!

"Marcus, we cannot do this on our own. Please wait and let me get some reinforcements in here."

"I can't wait, Lennier. I can't risk Neroon getting killed by this madman."

Lennier knew from previous experiences that if the ranger was in this kind of mood he couldn't be argued with. Marcus was going to do this his way. Lennier decided that the most sensible thing to do was to stay with the ranger and see if he could be of any help.

Marcus unfastened the pike from his belt and cursed. There was only one thing he had never mastered during his ranger training and that was single-handed pike fighting. He peered around the corner and saw Neroon lying unconscious on the floor. Hearing a voice, he risked another look and saw a Minbari standing in the tunnel. Shakiri was muttering to the unconscious warrior. Marcus couldn't help trembling as he recognised Shakiri's voice. He called me a whore once. the bastard.

Rage filled the ranger. Remembering all the lessons his teachers had taught him about combat situations, he made a decision. Finally able to calm down he saw the wisdom in Lennier's offer to get help. "All right, Lennier. You win. I want you to get some help. Just don't take too long."

"No, I am not going to leave you. You will get yourself into trouble; you are wounded."

Marcus sighed as he realized that Lennier was going to argue over this. "Lennier, I have no time to discuss this with you. Get going!"

The Minbari hesitated, unwilling to leave the ranger behind.

"Lennier. For once do as I tell you, please."

Making his decision the Minbari hurried down the corridor.

Marcus watched him until he was out of sight, then stepped into the tunnel. His heart pounded madly and the adrenaline was rushing through his veins. "Shakiri." The warrior turned to face him as the ranger called out the name. It was a strange feeling to be able to see the Minbari responsible for all the misery he had been through. Anger was building inside him; a blinding rage that could be his undoing if he wasn't careful.

"Ah, the whore."

The words infuriated Marcus even more and he had to use all his discipline not to do something stupid. Shakiri was only waiting for him to make a mistake. "Let Neroon go."

"The traitor? No, he will be punished for betraying me the way he did." Shakiri felt comfortable now he saw that the ranger was alone. An easy target to demolish, but first he would play a little with the human.

Marcus felt coldness creep into his mind as he realized that he had picked up Shakiri's thoughts. The ranger raised his mental shields as fast as he could. Reading Shakiri's made him feel tainted. "You're the traitor here," Marcus stated. Come on, Lennier. What the hell's taking you this long? Marcus tried to stall, but knew that Shakiri would call his bluff in the end.

"I once asked him why he was this interested in you. Do you know what his answer was? Because you were a thrill in bed. He even offered to let me try you myself."

No, that's a lie! He's trying to get to me; to manipulate. "You insulted me by calling me a whore. It's my right to invoke Denn-Sha."

"Denn-Sha? You would challenge me?" Shakiri uncovered his fighting pike and opened it. "There's something I've wanted to do for a very long time; I want to see you die. For you, there will be no quick and merciful death. No, I will make you suffer first. Soon, you will be begging me to kill you and put you out of your misery," Shakiri hissed.

The ranger knew that Shakiri was trying to frighten him off and Marcus was embarrassed to admit that it was working. The venom in Shakiri's voice made him tremble. Fear; his teachers had told him that fear could be a friend. It kept you alert and perhaps even alive. Marcus opened his own pike. The two men started to circle each other. Marcus glanced one last time at Neroon before fully concentrating on his opponent. Neroon was still unconscious.

"I will kill you," Shakiri said with certainty.

The words were filled with hate and arrogance. Marcus refrained from answering. He had to concentrate. Taking a step back from Shakiri, he eyed the Minbari. Marcus pulled his arm out of the sling and tried to use the limb while fighting. Shakiri dealt the first blow, aiming at his head. The ranger cringed as his arm throbbed with pain. Blocking the pain, Marcus raised his pike in a sharp attack, but found that the Minbari anticipated his blow and deflected it easily. The moment the fight began the ranger knew that he had no chance defeating Shakiri, but he would die trying. Lowering his pike he tried to sweep Shakiri's feet away from underneath him and tried not to feel too victorious as the Minbari went down to his knees. Shakiri retaliated and let his pike come down on the ranger's injured arm. Marcus couldn't repress a muffled cry as he felt the impact, crushing the brittle bone. He heard it snap. Stepping back, Marcus created some distance and then tried to get behind Shakiri.

But the warrior had been fighting for too many cycles to be fooled by such a move. Shakiri aimed at the ranger's legs.

Marcus --off balance-- fell hard to the floor. He managed to avoid landing on his broken arm, but his ribs hurt even more as he hit the floor.

Shakiri was immediately back on his feet. With one more blow Shakiri managed to disarm the ranger. The pike made a metallic sound as it fell to the floor. Shakiri had won.

A sharp pain that stabbed his right arm, made Neroon return to consciousness. He forced himself to open his eyes and needed some seconds to take in the situation at hand. Marcus was trying to defend himself against Shakiri's vigorous attack. The ranger fell hard to the floor and Shakiri, not wasting any time, moved in for the kill. Marcus' pike fell to the floor and rolled until it stopped in front of Neroon. Not wasting precious seconds, Neroon struggled to his feet. An awful headache seemed to split his head in two, but he managed to shake off the pain.

"It is time to die, human," Shakiri said smugly.

Marcus closed his eyes, sending a prayer to whatever god was listening not to judge his soul too harshly.

Hearing the Shai Alit's words, Neroon realized that Shakiri was going to kill his lover. Focusing on Marcus, Neroon saw the closed eyes and knew Marcus was prepared to die. He wouldn't allow that; he had sworn to protect the ranger and that was what he intended to do. Raising his pike, he moved quickly and blocked the blow that would have crushed Marcus' skull. "I do not think so, Shakiri. Never underestimate me. You made that mistake before."

Marcus expected to die, feeling the shift in the air as Shakiri was about to strike that fatal blow. He didn't expect to hear the sound of metal crashing on metal and opened his eyes. His eyes were big as the ranger realized that Neroon was towering over him, pike raised deflecting Shakiri's blow.

"You will die first, Neroon. Or perhaps I will have you watch your whore die first, before I end your life."

"You will find that I am harder to beat than a wounded human."

Shakiri and Neroon eyed each other. Marcus felt how Neroon pulled him out of the danger zone. The ranger rested his back against the wall, watching the two Minbari study each other. A wave of pain moved through his arm. Supporting it with his other arm, Marcus looked at it. His eyes widened as he saw the blood on the bandage and the white piece of bone sticking out of his arm. This is definitely not good. Trying to move as little as possible, he watched Neroon and Shakiri fight. There was nothing he could do to help and Marcus wondered where the hell Lennier was.

///

Lennier was getting desperate. He'd been running for some time now without encountering anyone. The Minbari had never been more relieved to hear voices in the distance.

"Captain, I tell you, there was this weird cult and their leader looked like Freddy Kruger; not that you would know that movie for you never watch cult vids like that."

"Michael, I see nothing that proves your story. There was so much going on that day."

Lennier was relieved as he recognized those voices. At the top of his lungs he called the two men, standing near the elevator. "Captain, Mr Garibaldi… "

"Lennier? What are you doing here?" Michael Garibaldi and John Sheridan exchanged a glance. They had come down here to look into the Chief's statement that a strange cult was hiding in Grey 17, but there had been no traces so far. The last person they expected to encounter down here was a very upset looking Lennier.

"It is Shakiri; he has got Neroon and Marcus wants to take him on by his own."

"That sounds like our ranger alright." Garibaldi uncovered his PPG and made sure it was ready to fire.

The Minbari was staring at them.

"Well, what are you waiting for, Lennier? Get moving!"

Lennier shook off his stupor and led the two men through the tunnels.

The Chief called for back up and Zack Allen answered the call. Sheridan's fingers were itching to have a shot at the Minbari who had the nerve to threaten Delenn.

///

Caught up in the fight, Neroon didn't notice how Shakiri's second in command, Dannier, arrived at the scene. The younger warrior who had accompanied his Shai Alit immediately opened his pike and closed in on Neroon. Marcus, however, did see Dannier and realized that the Minbari was a potential danger to Neroon.

The ranger was thinking of a way to stop Dannier. The Minbari was quite close and the only thing Marcus could think of was to roll over the floor, sweeping Dannier off his feet. The ranger crashed into the wall, but the pain was worth it when he saw Dannier lose his balance and follow him down. Trying to catch his breath, Marcus cursed as he saw how Dannier managed to get to his feet again.

From the corner of his eye Neroon watched Marcus sweep Dannier off his feet and knew he had to end this fight quickly. He had established Shakiri's weak spot and aimed for Shakiri's right side. The pike hit its target and Shakiri dropped to the floor. After making sure the Shai Alit was indeed unconscious, Neroon moved to Dannier who was threatening the ranger, but Neroon realized the distance was too far to cover in time to prevent Dannier from dealing a blow to Marcus' head.

Marcus' eyes locked with Neroon's. The ranger felt Neroon's concern and was desperately trying to get away from Dannier, but the ribs and broken arm made him slow to move. Damn, now it's not Shakiri who is going to kill me, but another crazed Minbari.

A flash of a PPG shot through the dark tunnel and Marcus was stunned to see Dannier drop to his feet. The ranger felt the heat of the PPG beam as it cut down the Minbari. Marcus tracked down the origin of the PPG beam and couldn't believe his eyes as he saw Mr Garibaldi and the Captain make their way into the tunnel. It was the Chief who had shot Dannier and had saved his life. Supporting his fractured arm, he sighed as Neroon knelt beside him.

John Sheridan moved over to check on Marcus while Garibaldi and the now arriving security guards took care of Shakiri and Dannier. It didn't take John long to realize that they needed to get Marcus to Medlab. The fractured arm was bleeding profusely and the exposed bone made John shiver momentarily. Using his hand communicator he called a med team. Franklin answered him and assured him that he was on his way.

"That doesn't look good, Marcus." The Captain wasn't sure if he should attempt to stop the bleeding or not and watched how Neroon tore a piece of his cloak to wrap it around Marcus' arm. The ranger cringed while Neroon applied the improvised bandage. Observing the warrior, Sheridan saw some blood running down Neroon's head. He didn't expect to see Marcus grip Neroon's hand tightly and hold on to it.

"We showed him, didn't we?"

"Yes, we did, Marcus. But it was unwise of you to challenge Shakiri to Denn-Sha. You knew you couldn't beat him."

"That didn't stop me the first time either."

"You are the only human I know who survived Denn-Sha not once, but twice, Marcus."

Biting on his lip Marcus tried to block the pain, but to no avail. It was hard to ignore the fact that there was a piece of bone sticking out of his arm. Shifting his glance from Neroon to the Captain, he saw the somewhat stunned look on Sheridan's face. The Captain was looking at Neroon's fingers, caressing those of the ranger. Marcus wished the med team had already arrived; the pain was bad.

"Marcus? What kind of trouble did you get yourself into this time? Neroon, you're bleeding as well," Stephen said concerned.

"It is nothing. You should have a look at Marcus' arm."

Neroon moved out of Franklin's way who immediately began to unwrap the cloth from Marcus' arm. The ranger sucked in his breath as Stephen probed the extent of the injury. The expression on the doctor's face was grave as he saw the exposed bone.

"You did it this time, Marcus. I'll have to operate on that arm. The scan shows that the arm isn't just broken, the bone has been crushed." Applying a hypo spray first to lessen the pain, Franklin took some surgical clean bandages and bandaged the arm. He beckoned one of his assistants to bring a gurney.

"I can walk, Stephen. "

"No way, Marcus. You lost quite some blood. Just hold on and support that arm as well as you can."

"Listen to the doctor, Marcus."

The ranger looked like he was going to argue with the doctor, but Neroon's words shut him up.

Not hiding his smile Neroon remained at Marcus' side until they reached Medlab.

They were separated when Marcus was wheeled into the operating theatre. Marcus was relieved to see Stephen's face amidst the people who were wearing surgical masks.

The doctor was fastening his own as he approached the ranger. "I'm going to put you to sleep now, Marcus."

"Well, at least this exam bed's horizontal so I will be able to get some sleep."

The grin on Marcus' face faded as Stephen gave him the pre-med injection.

///

"It is nothing! I do not need medical attention!" Neroon brushed Doctor Hobbes' hands away as she tried to examine the bleeding head wound. He was about to find out that she didn't give up that easily.

Doctor Hobbes had treated a lot of difficult patients --like a certain Marcus Cole -- and wasn't easily impressed. "Keep still and let me do my job."

Delenn and Lennier chose that moment to enter Medlab. The Ambassador had just learned what had transpired. She was very concerned to hear that both men had been injured while capturing Shakiri. "Neroon, you're bleeding. The doctor has to take a look at it. Let her do her work."

The warrior grimaced at Delenn's words. Trying to get to his feet, Neroon staggered as a wave of dizziness almost swept him off his feet, forcing him to sit down again on the exam bed. He didn't like Delenn's amused smile as his weakness showed.

"How is Marcus? I heard that he was injured as well?" Delenn inquired concerned.

Neroon tried hard not to worry too much about the ranger. He knew that Marcus was in very capable hands. The one thing the warrior did miss was having Marcus inside his mind. He missed the ranger.

"Yes. Marcus invoked Denn-Sha once more. I never heard of a human or ranger to survive two such fights. Silly human, he knew he didn't stand a chance against Shakiri and yet..."

"Neroon, he challenged you knowing he wasn't likely to survive that fight as well. That's Marcus… "

The warrior grew quiet as he remembered that he had just been in time to block Shakiri's blow and thus keep the ranger from being killed. He remembered Delenn's question and forced himself to answer her. "He is in surgery at the moment. Shakiri did not hold back. His arm was fractured again. Franklin decided to operate."

Doctor Hobbes finished her ministrations and sighed. Minbari and rangers were the worst patients, except for doctors. "You're lucky your bonecrest protects most part of your skull or you would have been injured more severely. I recommend some rest, but I am not going to keep you here. You can leave if you want to."

Growling, Neroon moved to stand and this time the vertigo stayed away. He was feeling better already.

"What's going to happen to Shakiri now that you have taken him prisoner?" Lennier was curious. He was fighting his instincts, which were telling him to distrust the warrior because of what he had done to Marcus. Even though he knew about the drugs Neroon had been exposed to at the time, it was hard for Lennier to forget the agony the ranger had been in.

"I will take Shakiri back to Minbar, where he will stand trial for his crimes. The Warrior Council will pass judgement on him. I think that Danan will banish him for life to the penal colony orbiting Minbar's moon. Shakiri will never bother anyone again, I promise." Neroon slipped into his cloak and looked at Delenn. There was something else he had to address before he returned to Minbar. "Delenn, will you keep an eye on Marcus after I have left for Minbar? I know he will be eager to take up his duties again, but he needs rest."

Delenn gave him a baffled look, which he didn't understand. "But... I thought.... He didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?" Neroon wondered what Delenn was hinting at. He had always assumed that the ranger was going to stay on Babylon 5 and was worried that Marcus might overdo it while still healing.

"Marcus asked to be re-assigned to Tuzanor, to work at the ranger Training Facility. He wants to stay with you."

Delenn did something Neroon had never expected. She took his hand in hers.

"Marcus chose to return to Minbar with you, Neroon. I am glad to see that the two of you worked things out. Marcus needs someone who loves him. There is a lot of guilt and pain inside his soul and I know that you can help him heal. I think he loves you Neroon."

"I love him too...."

Delenn smiled melancholy and her voice sounded sad as she addressed the warrior. "I should have known something was wrong when you acted so out of character, Neroon. Some of the blame is mine to take. I should have protected Marcus after I was told what occurred...."

"Talking in retrospect we could have avoided a lot of mistakes and pain, but we can't change the past, Delenn. We have to learn to live with it. You did what you thought was right." Still recovering from the fact that Marcus had decided to stay with him, Neroon looked at the pike in his hands. This time it had helped him save the ranger's life.

///

Garibaldi shook his head as he tried to comprehend what Sheridan had told him. He had never known that Neroon had been stalking and abusing Marcus. It was even harder to understand why a Minbari would slip drugs to another Minbari warrior to cause that behaviour. He mentally kicked himself for not knowing. It was his job to know these things, prevent them if he could or deal with them. He had done none of those things and had failed to protect the ranger. The Chief considered Marcus a pain in the ass, but did like the guy. He should have been there to help the ranger.... and Neroon for that matter.

Studying Neroon, he questioned the Minbari. The warrior was restless. There had been no word yet from Franklin about Marcus' injuries and Neroon was growing impatient. "You want to take Shakiri back to Minbar? We can press charges as well and make him stand trial here."

"No, this is a matter for the Warrior Council."

Still trying to understand everything that was going on, Garibaldi decided on the direct--well, kind of direct-- approach to get his answers. "So you and Marcus.... are together now?" Garibaldi couldn't help grinning as he caught Neroon's curious look.

"Yes."

Garibaldi could see Neroon wondering why he would ask something like that and explained while returning the warrior's gaze. "I never thought our annoying ranger would end up with a Minbari warrior. Well, stranger things have happened. You guys might be starting a new trend here, Neroon."

"Well, I think Delenn started it all with expressing her feelings for your Captain."

The warrior was surprised to find he liked the Chief's humour.

"Neroon, Michael?" Stephen Franklin entered his office where the Chief had taken Neroon to have their conversation.

"Doctor? How is Marcus doing?" Neroon turned to face the doctor. Franklin was smiling and the warrior knew that everything was all right.

"I repaired the damage, which was quite extensive I might add. I had to put the arm in a cast and he should take it easy for at least 4 weeks, but that's just wishful thinking. You'll never manage to keep him out of trouble for that long. But seriously.... Neroon, you have to make sure he rests. His ribs are still tender."

"I will look after him."

Stephen sighed and could only hope Marcus would do the sensible thing and rest. Whom am I kidding here? Marcus will be up and causing trouble in no time.

"Do you want to see him?

"Yes, doctor."

"Alright, just make sure he stays in bed."

Garibaldi knew he had to get the last bits of information before he could sit down and do the boring paperwork to file this incident. "I'll tag along. I need some answers." The Chief ignored Stephen's chuckle, not sure why Franklin was laughing.

"He's in Medlab 2. Michael, show him the way?"

Nodding, Garibaldi led the way.

"And Michael? Just to warn you before you go in. The ranger is on a roll, babbling..."

///

Marcus was busy harassing Lennier who was desperately trying to convince the ranger to stay in bed. Delenn had asked him to keep an eye on Marcus until Neroon arrived.

Lennier had never experienced Marcus this hyper. The ranger was determined to get out of his med gown and into his uniform. "Marcus… Doctor Franklin told you to stay in bed and rest for some hours and only then will he release you from Medlab. I will not allow you to leave your bed!"

Hearing Lennier's serious tone, Marcus knew his friend wasn't going to be easily convinced to see things his way, but, like Neroon, the ranger loved a challenge. "Come on, Lennier. Franklin bandaged me up; put my arm in a cast.... I can get out of here. I'm spending too much time in bed as it is."

"Marcus, stop harassing Lennier."

Hearing Neroon's voice, the ranger smiled. Garibaldi watched the smirk on Marcus' face. The Chief was surprised to see Marcus react this way to the Minbari.

The ranger felt himself reaching out for the warrior's mind and was briefly taken aback as he felt Neroon's concern. "Neroon... tell Lennier that I can leave Medlab. Franklin patched me up and I'm doing fine. I don't want to stay here!"

"I wonder how you put up with him. He never stops talking until he gets his way." Garibaldi grinned as he looked at the warrior, feeling something like pity for the Minbari. The Chief always considered Cole a nag, but a pleasant one.

"There are ways to silence him."

Neroon's silky voice made Marcus alert. He received Neroon's thoughts and couldn't believe Neroon was going to do this... not here, not with bystanders. Shivers of anticipation ran down his spine as the warrior approached the bed. "Don't even think about doing that, Neroon!"

Neroon knew the ranger would play along. Had Marcus mentally told him that he didn't want this to happen, the warrior would have backed down. But by seeing the twinkle in Marcus' eyes the warrior knew Marcus was comfortable with the idea. Neroon moved closer and rested his hand at the back of Marcus' neck; bringing the ranger's lips closer to his. The warrior kissed him slowly and passionately. His intention had been to tease Marcus a bit, but Neroon felt how he was quickly being overwhelmed by his own desire for the ranger.

Feeling Neroon's lips on his, Marcus felt briefly embarrassed. Lennier and Garibaldi were still in the room, but his worries faded quickly as he began to drown in his own emotions. Taking control of the kiss, Marcus parted Neroon's teeth to gain access to the softness inside.

Garibaldi saw them kiss and realized that the two men had forgotten about him and Lennier. Lennier cleared his throat, obviously feeling a bit uncomfortable with being a witness to this intimate scene. Minbari usually didn't express these kind of intimate feelings in public and Lennier wondered what to do.

"I think we better leave now."

Lennier nodded to Garibaldi and the Chief was quick to follow him. They were stopped by Stephen who was standing in the doorway; a smirk on his face.

Garibaldi now understood why the doctor had been chuckling earlier. "Well, at least now we know that there are ways to shut Marcus up, but I don't think I'll put them in practice."

Franklin grinned hearing Garibaldi's comment and the three of them left the room. The door closed and Marcus whimpered as Neroon's hands moved down his med gown. The warrior felt Marcus harden and wished they weren't in Medlab. He didn't want people walking in on them and after he caressed Marcus' soft skin one more time, drew back. It was obvious that Marcus was disappointed. There was a blush on the ranger's face and the green eyes were burning. "We will have to wait until we are in a more private setting...Imagine Delenn or your Captain walking in on us..."

Fighting his arousal, Marcus knew the warrior was right, but his body ached with desire and he wanted the Minbari to run his hands over his entire body. Knowing Neroon was right didn't make it easier on the ranger.

"You need to rest, Marcus. Then, when Doctor Franklin releases you from Medlab we will leave for Minbar to take Shakiri to Alzaraan."

The ranger heard the word 'we' and knew the Minbari had been talking to Delenn.

"Yes, I know you asked to be re-assigned and I am glad you want to return with me."

Marcus enjoyed the sensation of Neroon's fingers tangling in his hair and wished he could have his way with the warrior right here and now.

///

Saying goodbye to his friends had been hard. Marcus was going to miss them. Especially Stephen and Lennier. Susan had brought Sacha along as she came to say goodbye and Marcus was happy she had found someone to share her life with. Mesmerized, he remembered Stephen's promise to check on him after 6 weeks. The cast would have to come off and Marcus liked the idea of staying in touch with his friends. But he knew he made the right choice in staying with Neroon.

The ranger had never known how powerful hormones could be until they started to kick in. Ever since that kiss in Medlab, Marcus couldn't think of anything else but Neroon. They were one hour away from Minbar and Neroon had insisted that he should rest. Marcus had reluctantly complied, but was getting weary of the way he was being treated. Rest, don't get out of bed... Well, the least thing Neroon can do, is to keep me company. But he knew that the Minbari was needed on the bridge and he tried to get some rest to please Neroon. Now that his arm had been placed in a cast, the pain had dulled. Falling asleep he wondered what was going to happen to Shakiri. Neroon had told him that their first stop would be Alzaraan to deliver the Shai Alit into the hands of the Warrior Council.

///

Neroon entered silently, seeing that Marcus had fallen asleep. They had arrived at Alzaraan and he hadn't yet told Marcus that the ranger's presence would be required at the Warrior Council. Watching the sleeping human, Neroon considered everything that had happened these last few weeks. He had never thought that Marcus would give him another chance, but he was grateful the ranger had. Sneaking up to Marcus, he kissed him. Marcus' lips were already bruised and Neroon looked into the ranger's eyes as Marcus woke and parted his teeth. They both felt passion raging through their bodies and Neroon pulled the ranger closer to him. Neroon knew Marcus wanted more. So did he, but they had to take care of Shakiri first. Still impatient, Marcus?  The Minbari knew Marcus had heard that comment as the ranger smiled apologetically.

"I must confess I'm still working on that part."

Grinning, Neroon helped Marcus to his feet. He wrapped an arm around the ranger as they left the sleeping quarters.

Marcus had to admit that he was a bit shy about expressing their feelings this openly when other people where around. But he trusted Neroon to do nothing that would harm their relationship. Stepping into the shuttle he wondered where Shakiri was.

"In another shuttle. I don't want him that close to us."

Marcus felt the rage inside Neroon directed at Shakiri and understood that anger. The warrior rested his head on Marcus' shoulder, playing with the black locks. "Why do I have to be there as well? I'm not Minbari."

"You may not be Minbari, but you are my Kirmana and as such you have certain rights and duties as you're about to find out."

"What are you talking about?"

Neroon raised his head and smiled. "As my Kirmana you have earned the right of having a seat and a voice within the Warrior Council. "

"No, you can't be serious." Shuddering, Marcus pictured himself amidst the Minbari; the only human present. Neroon should have told him earlier. "What other duties do I have?"

"Having my children." The warrior couldn't resist cracking a joke. He wanted to see Marcus' baffled face. Neroon couldn't keep back his laughter as Marcus stared at him in bewilderment. "It's a joke, Marcus. We Minbari do have a sense of humour, you know."

"Uh… " The ranger never expected Neroon to crack a joke and had been taken by surprise. A weak smile was forming on his face and he couldn't help joining Neroon in a booming laughter.

///

Neroon led Marcus through the myriad of corridors inside the Warrior Council's stronghold. The warrior felt the ranger's insecurity and stayed close. Shakiri had been handed over to the Council's private guards and would be taken to the hall the moment his trial was going to start. As he saw Shakiri, being led down the same corridor, Marcus had stared at the Minbari and the ranger knew that some of his hatred had showed in his eyes. He couldn't forgive Shakiri the pain he had put him and Neroon through.

"Where are we going, Neroon?"

"Danan, the Chairman of the Council, asked to speak with us in private before the trial starts."

Uncomfortable with the prospect of talking to the leader of the Warrior Council, Marcus fumbled with his pike. Neroon had cleaned the fighting pike before he had returned it to the ranger.

The door opened and Neroon beckoned the ranger to follow him inside. Waiting for them was Danan.

Marcus looked at the old Minbari. His dark eyes were kind and Marcus allowed himself to relax just a little bit. Danan approached them and bowed slightly.

Neroon returned the gesture and Marcus tried to follow suit, but a spasm rocked his body as his stiff ribs refused to co-operate.

"Anla'Shok, Neroon. You managed to capture Shakiri. He will be judged and punished for his crimes."

Relieved Danan was speaking Standard, Marcus accepted Danan's invitation to sit down. Danan sat down behind his desk and Neroon remained standing behind his chair.

"He tried to kill me and Marcus. Had he been given the opportunity, I think he would have tried to murder Delenn as well. He's insane, Danan."

"I know. I saw it coming, but did not want to accept that truth. Shakiri will be send to the penal colony. He is too dangerous to stay amongst us."

Marcus felt Danan's eyes on him and shivered involuntarily. He felt like a stranger who wasn't supposed to be here.

"I apologize for Shakiri's actions, Marcus. He was my Caste leader and I feel ashamed that he stooped this low. There are a number of Minbari who do not like the idea of us joining forces with humans, but I am not one of them. I am almost 125 cycles old now. I have seen too much ignorance in my lifetime. We need to change and I think that your taking a seat in the Council is a good start. I welcome you to Alzaraan, Marcus. "

Marcus' mind was in turmoil. He liked Danan, but couldn't help feeling embarrassed. He wondered why he felt like being caught in the middle of everything. The ranger didn't want to be part of the Council, but knew he couldn't refuse the honor. "I thank you for your kind words, Danan. I'll carry out my duties to the best of my abilities, though you'll have to explain a lot to me; rangers aren't taught about Warrior Caste traditions."

Danan nodded approvingly. "In time Neroon will tell you what you need to know, but it appears that your injuries have not yet healed. You should wait until you have recovered before you take up your responsibilities here."

Marcus ran a hand through his hair impatiently. "Why is everyone so concerned about me? I can't figure it out. I have been injured before and when Neroon beat me up during Denn'Sha that hurt a lot more." Too late did he realize that he had spoken out loud instead of just thinking it. He felt Neroon's hand on his shoulder and watched Danan's worried expression.

"Because a Minbari caused your injuries by acting in a very dishonourable way. Shakiri's shame is reflected on all of us."

"We have to go now, Danan." Neroon was eager to get the trial over and done with. He wanted to return to his house and start his life with the ranger without Shakiri being there to ruin everything. "You can stay here until the trial is over… What do you want, Marcus?"

"I'll come with you."

Neroon nodded. Marcus rose to his feet and composed himself. "Good, then stay at my side. When we enter the hall, you'll see 12 chairs set aside for the Council members. Sit down next to me..."

Marcus nodded his understanding, but couldn't repress his nervousness.

///

Walking into the hall, the ranger felt overwhelmed. At least 300 Minbari warriors were present and he felt like an intruder. Stupid Minbari rules; why did he have to be a member of their Council? It made no sense at all. A wave of whispers went through the hall as he sat down next to Neroon, close to the other members of the Council. He was a bit scared to lift his eyes to look at the crowd. When he did, he saw some warriors look at him with a lot of different expressions on their faces. He saw curiosity and anger on most, with the odd friendly face. It was hard for the Minbari to accept changes.

Danan stepped in front of the Council and beckoned the guards to bring in Shakiri.

Marcus took a deep breath and unconsciously dove into Neroon's mind for comfort.

The warrior was briefly startled as he felt Marcus touch his mind and was determined to get Shahaam to give the ranger some more lessons. He sent Marcus some reassurance, realizing how strange this had to be to the human.

The Shai Alit's eyes were alight with indignation as he was led before the Council. His pupils dilated in anger as he saw that Marcus had taken his place amongst them.

Marcus felt that anger hit him like a PPG-blast and fought to raise his mental shields, desperately trying to remember everything Shahaam had told him. Hiding behind the shields, he calmed down, wishing this were all over with.

Shakiri was silent as Danan formulated the charges. Neroon watched concerned as Shakiri fixated his eyes on the ranger. He didn't like the expression in the Shai Alit's eyes. If looks could kill, Marcus would be dead right now. Danan finished reading the charges and waited for Shakiri to defend himself. There was a shattering silence in the hall.

"I did what I had to do to prevent humans gaining too much influence on our culture. All of you are blind... Only when it is too late and when you have been corrupted by their unworthy ways you'll remember my deeds and wished they had proved to be effective. I do not deny anything. I only regret not being successful; to see a human seated amongst the members of the Warrior Council makes my blood boil. If my hands were not bound I would strangle him myself."

The ranger felt Neroon's hand on his; a gentle reminder to stay calm. Marcus heeded Neroon's warning and kept quiet. It was Danan who took action. He moved closer to Shakiri and shook his head in sorrow.

"You're the one who is blinded by hate, Shakiri. We are warriors; we pride ourselves on fighting for the right causes. You are wrong this time, Shakiri. It has been proven that humans carry Minbari souls. You're betraying our ancestor's souls by trying to kill these humans. I cannot allow you to continue to act dishonourably like this. You will be banished for the rest of your natural life to the penal colony where you can live without causing more pain. Your place on the Council will be taken by a warrior your Clan will choose." Danan gestured the guards to take Shakiri away. The old warrior looked at the Council and saw how Neroon's hand rested on the ranger's. They didn't only need a new Council member; they also had to choose a new Caste Leader.

Danzi and Shahaam welcomed them as they arrived. Marcus felt tired, but tried to be as polite as possible. It was obvious that the two Minbari were pleased to see that he had returned with Neroon.

"Are you now going to stay with us, Marcus?"

The ranger nodded, a bit embarrassed. This felt like coming home after years of being lost. "Yes," Marcus said in a steadfast tone.

Neroon placed his hand at the small of Marcus' back and pulled him close. He sensed Marcus' exhaustion and knew the ranger disliked being told to get some rest, but the warrior loved taking care of the human. "Shahaam. I want you to continue his lessons tomorrow. He has absolutely no control over his telepathic abilities."

Marcus was about to protest until he remembered how he had startled Neroon by plunging into his mind. He watched Shahaam nod, agreeing with Neroon.

"Now let's go inside. I think both of us can use some rest." Neroon knew that by using the word 'both', Marcus would be less inclined to argue.

Danzi and Shahaam watched them enter the building and Danzi remembered the conversation he had with Marcus. It seemed the ranger had accepted his new position as Neroon's Kirmana and Danzi looked forward to serving Marcus.

Opening the door to Neroon's private quarters, Marcus trembled as Neroon kissed the back of his neck. The warrior's warm tongue slithered down his throat to tease the ranger. "Neroon?"

"Yes?"

"Would this account as being a more private setting?"

Neroon remembered the comment he'd made to Marcus in Medlab. Here, no one would disturb them.

Closing his eyes, Marcus enjoyed the sensation of Neroon nibbling at his earlobe. The warrior's tongue slid down the back of his neck, exploring the soft flesh. Marcus shuddered. The next moment he was swept off his feet and Neroon pressed him to his chest. Before carrying the ranger to the bed, Neroon slammed the door shut behind him.

"I can walk you know."

" I know…"

The ranger watched Neroon's amused expression and knew the warrior was up to something. Neroon's dark eyes dashed through the room and Marcus followed the warrior's glare. His breathing became more rapid as he realized that the bed from his room had replaced the Minbari sleeping platform. "Why? I know Minbari consider sleeping horizontal to be tempting death…"

"It will be more comfortable for you while your ribs are still healing. And I am more than willing to tempt death for you, Marcus." Pushing the ranger to the middle of the bed, Neroon began to undress him.

Marcus shivered as Neroon's warm fingers slid over his skin.

Taking his time to rid the ranger of his clothing, Neroon's hand pinched an already erect nipple and he had the pleasure of hearing Marcus moaning beautifully underneath him. Neroon felt himself surge into hardness and as his hands pulled the underwear from Marcus' hips, the warrior was delighted to see that the ranger was erect himself. Cupping Marcus' sex in his hand, he rubbed the tip of the ranger's penis with his thumb. Marcus bucked and Neroon knew he was hungry for more.

Marcus caressed the Minbari's face. He wanted Neroon so badly! His body felt like it was going to explode. Bloody hormones... He only hoped the nightmarish memories weren't going to surface. Neroon had managed to get him out of his ranger uniform and Marcus trembled as the still fully clothed warrior covered his naked body. The fabric of the uniform rubbed against his skin and sent tremors through his body. Marcus wanted Neroon out of those clothes.

The Minbari smiled and ran his hands over Marcus' trembling body. Rolling one nipple between his fingers, the warrior moved to stroke the insides of Marcus' thighs. Neroon felt lust build inside the ranger's mind as Marcus sent him his emotions. The warrior released the shaking ranger from his hands and relished hearing a moaned protest as his caresses stopped. He took a step away from the ranger and felt Marcus watch him as he undressed himself in a slow and sensual way, teasing Marcus by staying just out of reach of the ranger. He saw the lust in the clouded green eyes and Neroon finished undressing more quickly as he had intended. "What do you want, Marcus?" Lying down beside the ranger, Neroon waited for Marcus to reply.

Limited in his movement due to his injuries, Marcus slid his fingers over Neroon's hot skin. What do I want? I know what I want, but can I actually do it? I am afraid of the pain... and the memories... But if I don't try I'll never know. Marcus felt insecure and knew that Neroon sensed his emotions. "I want you to take me Neroon, but I am scared. I might stumble and fall... "

"I will catch you if you fall, Marcus. "

Neroon's answer made his skin turn into gooseflesh. Marcus felt his body react to the words and he arched against Neroon wanting to feel the warrior caress his skin.

Neroon trembled as he felt the despair inside Marcus. The ranger was forcing himself to do something he was afraid of and the warrior understood why it scared Marcus. Neroon had taken him before, but that had been by force and without Marcus' consent. The Minbari knew that he had to drive Marcus mad with desire first before he would even consider taking him. There was some hesitance in Neroon's actions as the warrior's own memories of the rapes returned to him; how he had forced Marcus on his hands and knees, slamming himself inside without any warning. Neroon cursed the drugs and Shakiri. Looking into Marcus' eyes, he knew the ranger had read his thoughts.

Trembling slightly, Marcus caressed Neroon's face and kissed the soft lips. "We can make this work, Neroon. We can't allow Shakiri to ruin our lives."

"I know." Passionately, Neroon kissed Marcus back and began to lick the salt of the ranger's throat.

Neroon's fingers played with his already sensitive nipples and Marcus moaned as he sensed how the warrior replaced his fingers with his tongue; coaxing him to respond to the Minbari's caress. Feeling the wet tongue circling the hardness of his nipples aroused him and he wrapped an arm around his lover.

Neroon reacted as he felt how eager the ranger was to continue this exploration and his lips moved to the washboard abdomen of the ranger, coaxing unbelievable sounds out of Marcus.

The ranger raised his hand and pulled Neroon close to him, eagerly kissing the back of the Minbari's neck. Marcus felt Neroon respond to his caresses.

Aroused, Neroon's erection throbbed and he moaned as he sensed Marcus' hands on his hardened flesh. Flames seemed to burn Marcus' mind as Neroon's desire mingled with his own. Feeling the soft skin beneath his fingers made Neroon aware of the fact that Marcus was trembling. He looked at the ranger and realized that it was passion, which had a firm hold on the human. Neroon continued to stroke Marcus' body at several sensitive areas. At last he focused on the centre of the ranger's arousal. As he took Marcus' erection in his hand, he divided the wetness over the rest of the erect shaft. Curling a finger in the pubic hair, Neroon considered their bodily differences and delighted in them. The ranger was squirming against him, begging him not to stop. Claiming the ranger's lips, he explored the inside of Marcus' mouth thoroughly.

Marcus shivered with anticipation as Neroon slowly stroked his shaft. The Minbari's touch was firm but gentle and it aroused him even more. Closing his eyes he surrendered to Neroon, trusting him completely. The warrior was driving him insane and a familiar yet agonizing need began to build in the pit of his stomach. Because Neroon refused to let go of his lips, Marcus could only moan into the Minbari's mouth as he felt how the now moist fingers teased his shaft, stroking it in a very slow, tormenting rhythm. The hard flesh twitched in his hands and Neroon cupped Marcus' scrotum, teasing it as he stroked the sensitive skin.

Neroon hoped that Marcus was riding waves of pleasure at this point and felt confident enough to slip a wet finger inside the ranger. The opening stretched and one finger disappeared immediately inside. Watching Marcus' response, Neroon caressed Marcus' face.

Feeling Neroon inserting his finger into him startled the ranger briefly because he expected pain instead of pleasure. Marcus was stunned to feel little jolts of delight course through his already burning body. His eyes flew open and as he stared into the warrior's eyes he relaxed. Marcus wasn't scared as the warrior slipped a second finger inside, stretching him even more.

Kissing Marcus' collarbone, Neroon began to move his wet fingers inside the ranger, using the same rhythm in which he was stroking Marcus' erection. The ranger was reacting more passionately than he had dared to hope. Marcus arched against him as Neroon increased the speed in which he was stroking him. The ranger's gaze was distant and glazed due to Neroon's continued stimulation. Lust was consuming them both and Neroon inhaled Marcus' scent.

Electricity seemed to spread through him as Marcus felt his body arch up and respond. Ecstasy was building inside him and it demanded satisfaction. The ranger knew that he was close to release and didn't want to leave Neroon behind. This is it… I can do this...

"I will catch you, Marcus."

He wanted to give Neroon the same pleasure the Minbari had given him. The ranger's fingers found Neroon's erection and he was baffled to find that the warrior's shaft was dripping with wetness. "Do I excite you that much?"

"You have no idea, Marcus."

Marcus stared at Neroon's dilated pupils and found himself touching Neroon's mind once more. The desire was evident in the warrior's thoughts. Marcus lost all sense of reality as Neroon stopped moving his fingers inside him. Bereft of the stimulation, Marcus cursed. It took him a moment to regain his senses as he almost drowned in Neroon's feelings. Gathering his courage he used all his strength to roll the Minbari underneath him. He saw the surprise on Neroon's face as he straddled his hips. Neroon's words were echoing in his mind. I will catch you... Yes, Neroon would be there to comfort him should the bad memories return and make him freak out.

Looking the Minbari in the eyes, Marcus took Neroon's wet shaft in his hand and steadying himself he felt the tip pressed against his lower body. The Minbari's thick cock was slick with its own moisture and Marcus hardly realized that Neroon's smooth cock slid inside him within seconds. He took in Neroon's shaft completely. His buttocks rested against Neroon's smooth skin. He blinked; Neroon was inside him and the look on the Minbari's face was one of sheer ecstasy. He realized the power he had over Neroon at that moment and it made him eager to use that power to bring the warrior to orgasm.

The tightness clenching him, made it hard for Neroon to breath. The idea that he was inside the ranger was enough to drive him mad. Neroon raised his hand and cupped Marcus' face. The expression in Marcus' eyes was one of surprise. Neroon knew that the ranger expected to feel pain, but the fact that Marcus was this excited made it easy for Neroon to penetrate him. Neroon suspected that Marcus had never been aroused like this before; lust was burning in his green eyes and Neroon relished seeing it there. "Marcus?"

Hearing Neroon's voice made the ranger aware of the fact that the warrior was waiting for him to do something. Experimentally, Marcus raised himself slightly and felt the pleasant friction inside him. As he lowered himself again, he heard Neroon whimper and the warrior's cock filled him completely. Neroon was deep inside him and Marcus' own erection began to throb. He sped up a little bit and before he knew it, he was riding the warrior in a frantic pace.

Neroon placed his hands on his lover's hips and Marcus noticed how the warrior lifted him ever so slightly in a much slower rhythm. He realized that Neroon wanted him to slow down. It was hard for him to comply. The ranger slowed down and shook as Neroon took his erection into his hands; stroking firmly in the same speed.

Neroon began to thrust carefully, lifting the ranger off his body until only his tip was inside his lover. Only then did he allow Marcus to lower himself.

Hot sweat formed on the ranger's skin as the pressure inside him became unbearable.

It was hard for Neroon to take charge, but he slowed down and focused on the human riding him. The dark hair was dancing on Marcus' shoulders. Mouth slightly open and eyes half closed, the ranger didn't hold back any longer. Neroon decided that it was time to take the initiative, being the more experienced one of them. The warrior wanted to try a different position. He sat up, making sure he didn't slide out off the ranger. He stopped thrusting momentarily and savoured the feeling of being so deep inside his lover. With one arm he pulled Marcus to his chest. Wrapping his other arm around the ranger's waist, he effortlessly lifted the ranger from the bed and carried him to the desk. Still inside Marcus, Neroon felt how the human wrapped an arm around him for support. He felt Marcus' confusion as the ranger looked at him questioningly. "There are countless ways to lengthen and intensify our pleasure."

Not sure what Neroon's plans were, Marcus clung to the Minbari and he wrapped his legs around Neroon's waist. Resting his head on his lover's shoulder, Marcus heard how Neroon swept some objects from the desk with one hand. As Neroon placed him on the wooden desk, Marcus couldn't help moaning.

Neroon ran his fingers over the ranger's wet cock. Hovering over Marcus, he watched his lover adjust to the new position. Neroon withdrew out of him and felt Marcus eyes on him as he placed some sort of ring around the base of his cock. Seeing Marcus' baffled expression he explained; "It will make me last longer. I will be able to give you unspeakable pleasure and delight." The Minbari now stood with legs wide apart, and buried himself inside the ranger with one deep, smooth thrust.

Reality stopped to exist for Marcus as Neroon lifted his hips from the desk, Neroon's hands tightly cupped his buttocks. The Minbari increased the pace of his thrusts. Marcus used the strength in his legs to push the warrior even deeper inside him. The ranger was jerking at this point; Neroon's slick fingers teased his scrotum. It was all he could take and hot liquid shot from his shaft, dripping onto Neroon's belly. The force of his orgasm made him close his eyes. He spasmed in Neroon's arms and savoring the intense waves of pleasure inside him, he sent them to Neroon. But Neroon was still hard and thrusting inside him, stretching him until Marcus knew nothing else but being filled completely by the Minbari's thick, demanding cock.

The warrior responded by lifting him from the table completely, crushing him to his chest. His hands burned Marcus' buttocks as the warrior's hands were the only things to support him. Neroon felt the hot liquid on his skin as the ranger found release and knew that he didn't have to hold back any longer. Pulling Marcus close to his chest, he supported the human as he slid Marcus' back up against the wall, using his power to keep Marcus suspended in air. The ranger was panting heavily and Neroon's strong arms held Marcus close to him. Thrusting upward he felt his own impending release; the ring couldn't keep back the flow of semen any longer. An implosion made Neroon shake and as he released his hot come into the ranger he stared into Marcus' green eyes, draped with a combination of lust and love.

Holding onto Neroon, Marcus felt the cold wall against his back and the moist hotness of the Minbari's skin pressed against his chest. Entranced, he anticipated the warrior's thrusts and without knowing it, tightened his muscles around Neroon. He sensed the wetness inside him and Marcus was immersed in Neroon's forceful feelings caused by his orgasm. Going through the experience for a second time, Marcus jerked forcefully in the warrior's arms. The ranger never believed he could feel like this. He didn't know where his pleasure ended and Neroon's began. They had become one not only physically, but mentally as well.

As orgasm course through Neroon's body, he continued to stare into the dilated green orbs of the human in his arms. Marcus was spasming and Neroon realized that he had to get him back to the bed. Slipping out of the ranger, Neroon quickly covered the distance to the bed. After laying Marcus down, Neroon fell to the bed and surrendered to the tremors of ecstasy in his body and quickly removed the ring. The ranger had made him go berserk with lust and Neroon had never felt ecstasy like this. Feeling Marcus' orgasmic explosion in his mind, had made this experience even more special. The fact that he had been the one to give Marcus that kind of pleasure, delighted him. Calming down slowly, Neroon pulled the ranger close to him. Lying spooned, Neroon kissed Marcus' back of his neck, pressing his body against that of his passionate lover.

Still panting, Marcus tried to compose himself. He felt Neroon's body pressed against his and turned in the warrior's embrace. He cringed as he realized that their passionate encounter had worsened the pain in his chest. His ribs didn't like this kind of exercise. They would have to be more careful next time.

"Neroon?" Marcus managed to catch his breath and stared into Neroon's sparkling eyes. There was a bewildered expression in those dark eyes. "Neroon, what happened?"

"We made love, Marcus... very passionately. I think I lost some of my control when I carried you to the table, but by Valen... Never before have I come like this!" Cuddling up to Marcus, Neroon stayed clear of the ranger's injuries.

Marcus could only wrap one arm around his lover and wondered if it had been their joined minds that had caused this intensity. Now that his body began to recover from the sexual act, he realized that it had not only been Neroon who had gone mad with passion. Marcus never knew he was capable of feeling lust like this.

"We made quite a mess..." Marcus smiled. Files, papers, crystals and all kind of different objects had been swept to the floor as Neroon had cleared the desk to lay him down.

"I know, Marcus." Neroon traced the ranger's lips with his fingers, then cupped Marcus' face in his hands. "You did not fall."

"Only because I knew you would catch me." Fatigue was replacing the glow in his body and snuggling up to Neroon, Marcus closed his eyes and dozed off.

Neroon watched his lover fall asleep in his arms and held in check the tear of happiness that threatened to spill down his cheek.

///

"Aran tuzar marakan."

Danzi threw his head back and burst into laughter.

"What?" Marcus stared at the young Minbari. Neroon had asked Danzi to teach Marcus the Warrior Caste language some weeks ago. The ranger had grown restless these last weeks in which Neroon had made sure that he was resting. It had been hard on Marcus to remain idle for such a long time, but secretly he enjoyed the carefree weeks. It had been ages since he had taken some time off to simply enjoy himself. Having promised Neroon that he would stay out of trouble, Marcus had spent most days in the library or gardens. At night, Neroon had kept him busy. The Minbari warrior didn't seem to grow tired of him quickly. Every time they made love it was sheer ecstasy. Every passionate encounter had left him breathless, much like Neroon himself. Their bond had deepened these last 6 weeks and although Marcus had the occasional nightmare with Neroon's help he had managed to get a grip on his life once more. Marcus returned to reality as Danzi's laughter continued. The young warrior was very pleasant company and a patient teacher.

"I asked you to translate; I am glad to see you… You told me to put flowers in the basket."

Bugger, this language is much more difficult than the Minbari I was taught during training. "I'll never learn the words."

"Don't be too hard on yourself, Marcus. You have only been studying our language for 3 weeks. You already made some improvement." Danzi fought hard to keep the amusement out of his voice, but couldn't quite pull it off. The ranger sitting opposite of him was recovering nicely. There was just one thing that bothered the young Minbari. At times, Marcus seemed to freeze in his moves. Looking into the ranger's eyes he had seen pain... not just physical pain, but an emotional pain.

Danzi suspected that Marcus was fighting some very bad memories. At times like that Danzi tried not to react too openly, but whenever he saw Marcus falter in his steps, the Minbari kept a close eye on the human. Neroon had told him that Marcus had accepted his appointed seat in the Warrior Council and Danzi's respect for the ranger had grown after hearing that news. It must have been hard on Marcus to accept the fact that he had become very important in an alien society, being the only human in that kind of position.

Sighing audibly, Marcus despaired about the language. The inflictions were extremely difficult and one wrong intonation of a word changed the meaning of the entire sentence. Touching his ribcage tentatively, he was relieved to find the pain gone. His bruised ribs had healed nicely. Edwards had checked on him in the morning and had told him that he could do without the bandages from now on, as long as he took things slow. The cast had remained in place.

"You're a good teacher Danzi...I just make a lousy student." He saw Danzi's facial expression. The Minbari was wondering if he was joking or being negative about himself. Marcus still had mood swings when the nightmares had been particularly bad. If it hadn't been for Neroon's ever-present support, the ranger knew he would never had pulled through. Marcus grinned in an attempt to take Danzi's concern away and wondered how much the young Minbari knew of what had happened to him. Probably knows everything. Strangely enough it didn't bother him.

"Danzi... would you leave us for a moment? I need to talk to Marcus."

"Of course, Alit."

Marcus hadn't heard Neroon step onto the balcony being as lost in thought as he was. Looking up at his lover, Marcus saw a concerned expression in Neroon's eyes. Danzi departed and Neroon sat down, pulling his chair closer towards Marcus and leaning in for a kiss. Their lips brushed and Marcus barely resisted the urge to immerse himself in the warrior's mind, but refrained from doing so. Shahaam had been teaching him how to handle his newfound ability and the old priest had complimented him on his progress. Answering the kiss in the same passionate way, Marcus wondered what was troubling Neroon. The warrior withdrew and when he spoke his tone was serious.

"There have been riots on Minbar, Marcus. I need to leave for some days to subdue the rebels. I want you to stay here. Doctor Franklin just sent me a message that he is on his way to check on you. While I am away, you are in command, Marcus."

Not liking the prospect of being left in charge one bit, the ranger released Neroon's hands from his and stared at the Minbari. "Neroon. I can't even speak your language properly. I'm not fit for command. I wouldn't know what to do."

Neroon had been trying to rebuild Marcus' self-confidence to its old level, but had only partly succeeded. The ranger didn't show his self-doubt too often, but the warrior knew it was there; lurking, biding its time to surface. "Shahaam and Danzi will act as your advisors. You will perform your duties just fine, Marcus."

After all this time it still baffled Marcus how much confidence Neroon had in him.

///

Bloody reports... there's even more paperwork to do than I thought. Neroon hasn't done anything since we returned from Babylon 5. Marcus cursed as he tried to sort out all the files on Neroon's desk. The warrior had left some hours ago and Marcus had retreated to Neroon's study. He dropped the papers onto the desk as he stared at a particular file, hidden under the pile of papers. It was some sort of certificate with his and Neroon's name on it. From what he could gather from the context it appeared to be a pledge, much like the one they had exchanged.

Marcus placed it back underneath the files. He knew that a lot of liaisons and relationships were recorded in a central library on Minbar. He was actually looking forward to talking to Stephen after all these weeks. The ranger really missed having his friends around. He loved fooling around with them and teasing them. Neroon had his ways to ensure that he wouldn't irritate the warrior too much… meaning that he ended up in bed with Neroon as a result of the teasing. The warrior had a seemingly endless amount of sexual energy and Marcus had been content to let Neroon be the active one in their encounters thus far. He had enjoyed every moment of the time they had shared. Neroon had made him senseless with passion, time and time again. The ranger suspected that Neroon had gotten his hands on the Kama Sutra or a Minbari counterpart. Shaking his head, he forced himself to concentrate on the papers in front of him.

///

Stephen greeted Shahaam warmly. The doctor had arrived earlier than planned and had asked Danzi and Shahaam not to tell Marcus about his arrival. He wanted to surprise his friend. Some hours ago Franklin had received a message from Edwards, informing him about Marcus' present condition. Stephen had been relieved to hear that the ranger was recovering nicely. The only thing left to do was to remove the cast and run a general scan on his friend. In spite of the good news, Stephen still felt a bit worried for the ranger.

Although Marcus had looked fine the last time he had been on Babylon 5, Stephen knew that he couldn't have dealt with all traumatic events yet. Marcus would probably never admit it, but the doctor knew that it took a lot of time to recover properly after being raped. The ranger might know that Shakiri had been pulling Neroon's strings, but the pain and betrayal, would still be lurking in the ranger's subconscious. Franklin had treated a number of rape victims as a doctor and had a good idea what Marcus was going through. "Shahaam, it's good to see you again."

"Doctor Franklin. Will you be staying overnight? Should that be the case I will see to it that your platform will be rigged before you retire for the night."

Grinning, Stephen couldn't help remembering the last nights he had spent here, tossing and turning all night, unable to get some sleep. "I'll return to Babylon 5 tomorrow." He intended to add a joke, but saw the worried expression on Shahaam's face. What was wrong?

"I won't be able to spend that much time in your company, doctor. There are several riots going on in the larger cities on Minbar. We need to fortify our own defences and I will be quite busy. You will also find Neroon gone. The Warrior Council asked him to subdue the rioters and establish order."

Franklin had heard rumours about Minbari fighting amongst themselves. Lennier had hinted at the riots and Delenn had looked worried the last time he had seen her. "And Marcus?"

A genuine smile appeared on Shahaam's face. It was evident that the old priest had grown rather fond of the ranger. "He is recovering. I taught him how to handle his telepathic gift. He is a good student. Neroon made sure he rested as you demanded. Marcus has become a part of this Clan."

Good, and now I want to see Marcus for myself.

///

The knock on the door provided him with a much-needed distraction. Marcus had always disliked doing paperwork, even when he had been in charge of Arisia Mining Colony. "Yes, enter." He raised his eyes and watched to door open. He didn't expect to see Stephen Franklin walk into the study with a broad smile on his face. "Stephen? Why wasn't I told you already arrived? It is good to see you." Marcus got to his feet. Approaching the doctor he extended his left hand to welcome his friend.

Franklin had other ideas besides shaking Marcus' hand. He was going to test the ranger. Accepting the handshake, Franklin wrapped an arm around Marcus' shoulders to hug him. He watched the ranger very carefully. Marcus' reaction to his proximity and unexpected touch would tell him a lot about the current state of his friend's mind.

Surprised at feeling Stephen's arm slip around his shoulders, Marcus answered the gesture hesitantly. Never before had Franklin hugged him and it made him feel a bit uncomfortable. The ranger fought the unease Stephen's closeness caused. He's my friend and doesn't mean me any harm. I can trust him. The ranger relaxed and accepted the embrace.

The doctor kept a close eye on Marcus and saw the surprise in his friend's eyes. "You look well, Marcus. I think I can dismiss any worries I had for your well-being." Taking a step back, Franklin released Marcus from his embrace and smiled. The ranger had passed his test. Marcus grinned in return and sat down again. Taking a seat opposite of the ranger, Stephen studied the younger man. He noticed the soft glow in the blue-green eyes. Marcus didn't look that pale any longer. As a matter of fact the ranger looked tanned from sitting in the sun. "I promised to check on you after 6 weeks, Marcus. Here I am. I want to scan you and have one more look at that arm to determine if I can remove that cast."

Marcus nodded, still recovering from the surprise of seeing Stephen this unexpectedly. "Then we better make our way to the laboratory." Anxious to get rid off his cast, the ranger led the way.

///

Staring at the pale limb, Marcus hesitantly flexed his muscles. Stephen had scanned the once fractured arm and had told the ranger that it had healed nicely. The cast had been removed.

"Don't put too much pressure on that arm for a couple of days, Marcus."

The ranger nodded. Looking up at his friend and doctor, Marcus sighed. "Thanks Stephen. If it hadn't been for you and Neroon... I wouldn't be alive today."

Franklin scanned his friend and was glad to find that all injuries had healed properly, but Stephen wondered about the emotional pain inside the ranger. "What about those nightmares, Marcus. Do you still have them?” The ranger cringed. Stephen knew he had hit a nerve as Marcus avoided eye contact. The doctor had his answer. "Anything I can do to help? You can always talk to me... It might help, Marcus."

"No… I have to deal with the memories myself, thanks Stephen."

The doctor sat down next to his friend and waited patiently. He wasn't going to give in that easily. He wouldn't try to force Marcus to talk about painful memories and would wait until Marcus was ready to talk. But maybe if he prompted the ranger, Marcus would respond. "You won't succeed in silencing those voices until you faced your past, Marcus. However hard this might seem you have to accept... Burying the images deep inside your mind, locking them away is no solution. They will surface time and time again until you exorcise them."

Marcus knew Stephen was right, but had no idea what to say to his friend.

"Why don't you start by telling me about the nightmares."

"The nightmares?" The ranger's voice trembled as he spoke. He didn't want to talk about them, but realized that Franklin would make him open up one way or another. Taking a deep breath Marcus stared at his hands, resting in his lap. "It's always the same dream. I relive the rapes... but it's no longer Neroon who raped me... Shakiri's face stares back at me. "

The doctor was surprised to hear that. It wasn't something he expected. "How do you feel when you wake up, Marcus?"

His mouth had turn dry all of a sudden. He had tried avoiding talking about his feelings and nightmares.... "Helpless... angry at Shakiri. I don't know."

Stephen smiled reassuringly. Marcus had taken the fist step in talking about his vulnerability. "Does Neroon know that you suffer from nightmares?"

Hearing that question made Marcus smile weakly. He focused on Stephen's eyes before speaking. "Neroon's some kind of empath. I don't really understand myself... He can feel what I feel and to some extent he can receive my thoughts... He knows everything, Stephen. "

"I didn't know he was an empath." Stephen took Marcus' hand in his and squeezed it gently. Marcus had a lot of friends and support, something he badly needed. Neroon being an empath would make it easier on the ranger; Marcus wouldn't have to speak his feelings out loud for Neroon to know about them.

///

Marcus was sitting in the gardens, playing with his pike in a nervous manner. Danzi had told him that Neroon was on his way back from Alzaraan. The Minbari had been gone for three days and Marcus had begun working out on his own. Danzi had offered to spar with him, but Marcus was so badly out of shape that he didn't want to embarrass himself while fighting the well-trained warrior. Danzi had protested and Marcus had promised that they would spar together in a couple of days after he had had a chance to rebuild some of his old stamina.

"Marcus?"

The ranger whirled around. Had he been so lost in thought that he hadn't heard Neroon approach him? The warrior was smiling at him and Marcus covered the distance between them in seconds. Respectfully, Marcus touched Neroon's mind after having asked permission to do so. "Neroon. I have missed your company."

"And I missed yours. I was told Doctor Franklin has been here?"

The two men sat down, close enough to touch each other. Marcus relished feeling Neroon's arm wrapped around him. He lowered his shields, not wanting to hide anything from his lover. "Yes, he removed the cast and declared me officially cured. I started working out, but I am in a terrible shape."

Neroon was delighted to hear about the progress Marcus was making. It would make things easier. The warrior had a request to make. "Marcus. I need your help."

"My help?"

There was some discomfort in Neroon's eyes as he addressed the ranger. "The Warrior Council named me new Caste leader. But I do think Malaan would be much better suited."

"You're the new Caste leader?" Marcus had forgotten about the pike in his hand and it slipped from his fingers. Neroon bent down and picked it up, handing it back to the ranger.

"Yes. I will have to unite the Clans once more. There have been reports of warriors killing members of the Religious Caste. I am confident that I can subdue the rebelling warrior factions, but I need time. That's why I asked the Council permission to send you to Babylon 5 as my liaison. You have to convince Delenn to give me more time to deal with the upstarts."

"Me? You want me to act as your liaison?"

"Yes. Delenn trusts you.... I trust you. I need you in this matter, Marcus."

The ranger didn't know how to feel about this request. Deep down he knew that he couldn't refuse Neroon anything. "I will go and try to buy you the time you need. How will I get there?"

"The Ingata is waiting for you to assume command. I will send Danzi with you as your aide. The two of you seem to get along nicely. Just don't start getting along too nicely Marcus!"

Marcus nodded. However, he hadn't expected Neroon to add to that last sentence.

"Danzi will also act as your personal guard. Be careful, Marcus. One of Shakiri's spies may still be hiding on Babylon 5. We never found the warrior responsible for slipping me those drugs."

The warning in Neroon's voice was obvious. "When do you want me to leave?"

"After you change your clothing."

///

Staring at the all black uniform, Marcus shook his head. "You can't be serious, Neroon. Why do I have to wear a Warrior Caste uniform? I happen to like my ranger outfit." Marcus knew protesting wasn't going to work, but he had to try. Apparently Neroon had ordered the uniform to be made before he left for Alzaraan. The Minbari's voice was patient as he explained the reasons to Marcus.

"When you travel to Babylon 5 you'll be acting on the Council's behalf; representing them. In your function as a member of the Warrior Council you'll have to be dressed appropriately."

Wanting to protest once more, Marcus felt Neroon's lips brush his; kissing the protest away. Neroon's voice was velvet when he whispered into his lover's ear.

"I will help you get dressed. I suspect you will look ravishing in black."

Marcus swallowed, he wanted to touch Neroon after being apart these three days.

He reminded himself that there was no time to make love to Neroon. The Ingata was waiting for him. Undressing himself he wondered what he had gotten himself into this time. How were his friends on Babylon 5 going to react seeing him dressed in a warrior uniform? He chuckled briefly. Changing into the uniform proved more difficult than he expected. Marcus never thought he would have to wear the studded breastplate and epaulettes as well. Only the most respected warriors were allowed to wear them. Neroon must have received his baffled thoughts for the warrior addressed him.

"You are a member of the Warrior Council, Marcus. That's quite an honor. You are entitled ... no, required to wear this uniform."

Marcus grinned at Neroon and tried to figure out how the epaulettes were attached to the black cloak by studying Neroon's outfit. Looking into the mirror he found that his appearance had changed. The uniform was designed to accentuate the shoulders and chest. His fingers moved over the studded breastplate. The uniform was heavier than it seemed.

"Well, at least there is a hood attached to the cloak so I can hide." Smiling uncomfortably, Marcus accepted the gauntlets and as his hands disappeared inside them, he studied himself once more in the mirror. Neroon was standing behind him. Self-doubt was written all over the ranger's face. Marcus considered asking Neroon to send someone else instead of him. Having to command the crew of the Naffia made him feel insecure. He trembled as he felt Neroon's fingers caress the back of his neck.

"I will be with you in spirit, Marcus. Should you fall...I will catch you."

///

"Commander? We're being hailed by the War Cruiser the Ingata."

Susan Ivanova knew that name. It was Neroon's Cruiser. Why would the warrior return this quickly after just 6 weeks? "What do they want?" Ivanova walked over to the screen. Curiosity got the better of her and she studied the young Minbari, which appeared on screen a moment later.

"I am Danzi. The Alit wants to talk to Ambassador Delenn in person. We ask permission for a shuttle to be docked aboard Babylon 5. The Cruiser will hold its current position."

Slowly nodding her head, Susan gave her permission. Turning to another officer she spoke in a soft tone. "Tell Ambassador Delenn she has a visitor and patch me through to Mr. Garibaldi."

Some seconds later the Chief of security appeared on screen, looking surprised. "Yes?"

"Michael. Neroon's War Cruiser just called in. They are going to dock a shuttle. I want a security team present. More importantly, I want to know who's on that shuttle. Every time we have Minbari warriors on board we end up with problems. They are trouble."

"I I'll go myself. Garibaldi out." The Chief sounded determined as he terminated the connection.

///

"Alit? Yet another promotion?" Marcus grinned uncomfortably as he addressed Danzi. Seated in the central seat of the War Cruiser, the ranger studied Danzi's amused face.

The young warrior returned the grin, bowed slightly and answered the question."Well, yes. Being Neroon's second in command makes you an Alit. After all, you are commanding a War Cruiser."

Mumbling something Danzi couldn't understand, Marcus shifted in his seat. Closing his eyes momentarily, the ranger shook his head in disbelief. Commanding the crew had been proven less difficult than he'd expected although he occasionally needed Danzi's help to translate an order.

"Why didn't you want me to tell Babylon 5 that you are on board?" It had surprised the Minbari that Marcus insisted on staying unnamed.

"They don't need to know I am here. Only Delenn needs to know."

"But why? I thought these people are your friends?"

Considering Danzi, Marcus concluded that the young warrior was uncharacteristically inquisitive and even a bit insolent for a Minbari warrior. These warriors were trained to receive and carry out orders, not to question them. Marcus grinned, Danzi reminded him of himself; another pain in the arse. The ranger wondered why Neroon would choose Danzi as his confidant. Perhaps Neroon likes having obnoxious and irritating people around. Shahaam didn't strike me as an obedient and silent one either. Marcus wished there was a way of avoiding answering Danzi's question. "This uniform makes me uncomfortable, Danzi. I didn't do anything to deserve this honor… and don't call me Alit...I am no Alit."

"As you wish, Alit."

Clutching his head in mock despair Marcus marvelled at Danzi's sense of humour. There was mischief in the Minbari's eyes. Alit... Things have become really crazy lately. I just hope I can sneak on and off the station and leave with encountering anyone I know... The explaining I would have to do...

///

"Lennier? Do you know who is on that shuttle?"

Mr. Garibaldi approached the young Minbari. There was nervousness written all over Lennier's brow. The Minbari bowed to greet the Chief.

"No, I was only informed that a member of the Warrior Council is on his way to consult with Delenn. "

"I'll walk with you to the docking area to make sure there won't be any trouble."

The two men walked in silence. The Chief could tell that something was troubling Lennier. The Minbari's voice intruded into Garibaldi's thoughts.

"Neroon has been chosen as the new leader of the Warrior Caste. Shakiri has been removed from the Council and exiled to a penal colony."

Garibaldi wasn't sure why Lennier was telling him this. The Chief knew little of Minbari matters except for his recent encounter with Shakiri. "So Marcus is no longer in danger? Is that what you are trying to tell me?"

A sigh escaped Lennier's lips as he nodded. He had been relieved when Delenn told him that particular news. He had been worried for Marcus. The idea that the ranger was safe from future harassment comforted him. Lennier missed Marcus' company. The ranger had proven to be a good friend and confidant. Marcus was the only one who knew that he loved Delenn and the fact that the ranger had faced Neroon on his request had created a bond of trust between them.

Lennier was stopped in his musings when the shuttle doors opened. Two Minbari warriors emerged; one of them was hooded. Lennier recognized Danzi from an earlier sub-space transmission. "The one walking in the back is Danzi, one of Neroon's most trusted warriors."

Garibaldi listened carefully to every bit of information he could get hold of and tried to memorize the name and the Minbari's face. Then the Chief concentrated on the hooded warrior.

Lennier also felt curious. By the way this warrior was built, Lennier could tell that it definitely wasn't Neroon. Taking a step towards the warriors, Lennier wondered who it could be. The young priest didn't know all members of the Warrior Council by face or name. The two warriors came to a stop in front of Lennier and Garibaldi.

Marcus tried to postpone the inevitable. He dreaded facing his friends. Well, better get this over with. Slowly removing the hood, he avoided his friend's eyes as his face became visible.

"Marcus?" Garibaldi was stunned.

"Marcus? I do not understand." Lennier studied his friend's face and noticed the discomfort on Marcus' features.

"It's a long story, Lennier... Mr. Garibaldi... I'm a member of the Warrior Council."

"And an Alit." Danzi added that bit with an impish smile on his face.

Marcus despaired, hearing Danzi's comment. The young warrior was proving to be a real pain in the arse.

"You look different out of your ranger uniform." Garibaldi chuckled. This encounter was quite a surprise. The Chief noticed how much better the ranger looked. The paleness had gone and it looked like Marcus had gained some much-needed weight.

Raising his gloved hands, Marcus returned Lennier's welcoming bow. It definitely took the ranger some time to get used to the different regalia of this uniform. He had never worn gauntlets before and his hands had turned clammy.

"I will take you to Delenn. She will also be surprised to find that you are the Council's liaison."

Garibaldi watched them leave and didn't see a reason to put a security team on Marcus. He trusted the ranger. Tapping his hand communicator, he established a link with Ivanova. Her voice was impatient as she answered him. "Susan, you have no idea who just came aboard."

///

" Lennier? I was wondering.... I always considered you a good friend.... Is this going to change our friendship?" Marcus lowered his eyes, a bit afraid to hear the Minbari's answer. The ranger had never realized how much he appreciated their camaraderie. Feeling definitely uncomfortable, Marcus pulled the hood back over his head.

"Marcus. I think of you as a dear friend and this will not change that fact."

Lennier stopped walking and briefly locked eyes with Marcus to stress the earnest of his statement. The ranger smiled as he heard Lennier's words. Marcus didn't see the smirk on Danzi's face who was walking some steps behind his Alit.

///

Delenn had not yet recovered from her surprise at encountering Marcus in a warrior Caste uniform. She chided herself ; she should have known that being Neroon's Kirmana would entitle Marcus to take a seat in the Council. But she had never imagined seeing Marcus in this outfit. Glancing at Danzi and seeing the respect in the warrior's eyes made her realize that Marcus had been completely accepted into the Clan; something she never thought possible.

Marcus was staring at his gloved hands and when Lennier offered Danzi some tea the two Minbari disappeared into the kitchen. Waiting for Delenn to start this conversation, Marcus wished Neroon were here as well.

"Marcus. It is good to see you. You are here on behalf of the Warrior Council?"

"Yes, Entil'Zha. Neroon asked me to act as his liaison." Marcus composed himself. It was the strangest feeling to sit here and having to negotiate with his Entil'Zha.

"Neroon is trying hard to restore order in the larger cities on Minbar. He knows that Warriors are responsible for the deaths of several members of the Religious Caste and is determined to stop the civil war, but he needs more time to achieve that goal. Uniting the Clans is a first step to restore the balance between the Castes."

Feeling her eyes on him made him waver. He used to get his orders from her... Now he was following orders Neroon had given him. "Neroon would like your co-operation in one other matter. In order for the Castes to restore the once stable balance the Grey Council needs to be re-installed. Neroon asked me to inform you that he has no intention of claiming a place in the Grey Council. He wants you to select the future members and will not dispute your choices."

Marcus tried to hide in the shadows of his hood, feeling a bit embarrassed out of his ranger uniform. He saw the expression of determination on Delenn's face and knew that she had reached a decision.

"Remove that hood, Marcus. You do not have to hide from your friends."

A bit embarrassed, he complied. He still avoided her eyes.

"What do you think, Marcus? As a ranger you were trained to evaluate situations like these and advice me if necessary."

Their eyes met for the first time and Marcus felt relieved as Delenn smiled at him.

Seeing the expression in his eyes made Delenn aware of the fact that Marcus had finally accepted who he was. "I believe Neroon can subdue the rebelling Clans with your help."

Listening to her inner voice, Delenn decided to trust Neroon. It was one of the hardest decisions she had ever made, but she knew that Neroon would act for the good of their people.

///

"Try to get some sleep, Danzi. I'm not going anywhere and I will be quite safe in here." Marcus walked into their assigned quarters. He was relieved to see that there were two separate rooms. He wanted to be alone.

Danzi checked the rooms. Satisfied, he walked to his own room and bowed. "I will remain at your service, Alit."

"Don't call me that!"

Grinning, Danzi closed the door and Marcus sat down on his bed.

Finally alone. Removing the gloves and the cloak, he lay down. He was tired, too tired to undress. It was after midnight on the station and Marcus missed Neroon's company. He had gotten used to sleep beside Neroon. This bed was cold and too big. He curled himself into a tight ball and pulled up the comforter.

"Lights dimmed." Marcus didn't want the room to be completely draped in darkness. He sensed the nightmares closing in on him and he tried to stay awake. He didn't realize that the day’s events had drained him and he fell asleep within minutes.

///

Danzi had left the door ajar. He took his duty to guard Marcus very seriously and didn't want to discover that the ranger had sneaked off for one reason or another. He lay down on the tilted platform and slipped his pike into his right hand. Soon, sleep claimed him as well. Training had made a light sleeper of him and he woke as he heard muffled sounds coming from the adjoining room. Marcus.

The Minbari got to his feet and walked over to the doorway and peered inside Marcus' room. The lights were dimmed but offered enough light to see the outline of the ranger's body sitting up in the bed. Marcus was whispering and occasionally a muffled cry left the ranger's lips. Marcus' body shook and Danzi realized that the ranger was still suffering from nightmares. The Minbari remembered the first nights when he had been guarding Marcus as well. The nightmares had been bad back then. He felt a bit lost. What to do? Stepping into the other room, he silently approached the ranger's bed.

"Marcus? Wake up. You are having a nightmare." The ranger didn't react. He was still mumbling words and Danzi saw the contorted expression on Marcus' face. Danzi hoped he was doing the right thing and wasn't crossing some line here as he shook Marcus' shoulders gently. "Marcus? It's a bad dream; you can defeat it."

It took some time for Danzi's words to penetrate Marcus' mind. Opening his eyes, Marcus recognised his surroundings. Slowly the ranger managed to get a grip on himself once more. He was panting heavily and stopped clutching the comforter with his fingers. The fact that Danzi had had to save him from the nightmare made him feel embarrassed. He tried to compose himself. "I'm all right, Danzi. Leave me alone now."

"Are you sure, Marcus? I might be imprudent to inquire about this, but you don't look that well to me." Cold sweat covered every inch of the ranger's body and Danzi had noticed it.

The nightmares had been worse than usual and Marcus knew Stephen had been right. He had to confront and accept his memories. Stephen... the doctor had offered to listen to him, should he want to talk about his nightmares. "I'm going to Medlab to talk to Doctor Franklin." Marcus struggled to get up from the bed. Danzi remained at a respectful distance.

"I will escort you."

"That's not necessary, Danzi. I can take care of myself."

" Please Marcus. Let me perform my duties. There might be still a Wind Sword aboard who wants to harm you. Neroon would never forgive me if you got killed and I consider myself a bit too young to commit Haz'matiel."

Marcus heard Danzi's words and swallowed hard. He froze momentarily when the young warrior mentioned Haz'matiel. The ranger himself had considered committing ritual suicide during Neroon's pursuit of him. "Good, you can accompany me, but once we arrive at Medlab you wait outside."

///

Stephen Franklin had been working late and was about to leave Medlab to get some sleep when he saw a dark silhouette in the corridor. It made him feel uncomfortable. There weren't that many people around at this late hour. Cautionally, he checked for the PPG in the drawer of his desk.

"Stephen? Are you in there?"

Franklin relaxed as he recognised Marcus Cole's voice, but wondered what the ranger was doing on Babylon 5. "Marcus? I didn't know you were here." Stephen walked over to the door and opened it. He didn't expect to see his friend dressed the way he was.

Marcus raised a hand and tried to smother the comment he knew the doctor was about to make.

Stephen realized that he was staring at Marcus.

"Can I come inside or am I interrupting something?"

Now that Franklin was studying his friend's expression, he noticed the haunted look in the ranger's eyes. "Of course, come inside." Seating themselves, Stephen waited for Marcus to speak. The ranger was fumbling the cloth of his cloak. It told the doctor that Marcus was nervous.

"I had those nightmares again. Danzi had to wake me. You told me that I could talk to you if I needed to."

Franklin nodded. There were a lot of questions swirling through his head; like what was Marcus doing here on Babylon 5 dressed the way he was? But the doctor ignored that question and concentrated on his patient. He was about to ask Marcus about the nightmares when the lights suddenly dropped. A moment later, the lights were gone and only complete darkness remained.

"Light normal setting." Franklin growled. Why did this have to happen right now? Just when Marcus was going to open up to him!

"What's wrong?"

No longer able to see a thing, Stephen cursed. "Computer, restore lights."

"Ah, Stephen, I think something went very wrong. All power seems to have gone." The ranger was right.

Stephen heard the nervous timbre in Marcus' voice and knew that his friend was on the edge of a nervous breakdown. This could go either way; the ranger could crumble or defeat his fear.

Marcus was trying hard to hold onto his composure. He hated the darkness. It reminded him of the time that he had been blind. He was trembling… Then he heard a sound. Reacting immediately, he lunged over to the place where he knew Stephen was seated and pulled him down to the floor.

"Marcus? What the hell?"

"Stephen, we're not alone. Did you hear that sound?"

"What sound?"

Closing his eyes, Marcus tried to scan his surroundings the way Shahaam had taught him. There was no time to be afraid or to think about the nightmares.

"A pike has been opened."

"A Minbari is here as well?" Franklin wondered what the hell was going on. Why would a Minbari sneak in here and kill the power supply? He was momentarily thrown aback as he felt something inside his mind.

" Sorry, Stephen... my mistake. It won't happen a second time." Berating himself for touching Stephen's mind, he continued the scan and managed to pick up on something. It was definitely a Minbari. He read Shakiri's name in the intruder's mind. When would he be free of the former Shai Alit?

The doctor felt Marcus retrieve from his mind and sighed. He had completely forgotten that Marcus was a telepath. He felt his friend move closer and the ranger spoke as softly as possible.

"Remember that someone slipped Neroon those drugs? I think that Minbari has found us... and he's not having nice thoughts, Stephen."

"Now what?"

Marcus had asked himself that same question moments earlier.

"He wants to kill me. I'll try to play decoy and perhaps I can beat him. You might want to find a way to contact security. Mr Garibaldi saved my life the last time I was in deep trouble. He might be persuaded to help me out a second time."

"Are you sure about that, Marcus? I can help."

"No Stephen you can't. Just get yourself into safety."

Cursing, Stephen knew Marcus was right. A sudden thought struck him. "Where's Danzi?"

"I left him outside Medlab... I hope nothing bad happened to him. Bugger. Get going, Stephen. I think I know where the intruder is. I will distract him."

Stephen noticed that Marcus' voice didn't tremble anymore. It carried determination. Somehow the doctor knew that Marcus had managed to beat his fear. Crawling over the floor, Franklin looked up and saw some flashes in the darkness. Pikes clashed and Franklin lurched for the door to get help.

Pikes clashed hard and Marcus was grateful he wasn't injured any longer. Well, he might be at the end of this fight. The Minbari had the definite advantage here; his eyesight being a lot better in the dark. Closing his eyes, Marcus remembered all Master Durhann had taught him about fighting in the dark. The ranger was determined to even up the score a bit and reached out with his mind. Knowing that the intruder wanted to kill him, made Marcus alert. Swirling around, Marcus managed to deal a painful blow to the side of his attacker's head. Marcus knew he was faster and he had to use that advantage. The Minbari might be the stronger one, but Marcus was determined to win this fight. He had no intention of dying yet. Feeling the rage inside the Minbari build, Marcus managed to block the attack.

They fought in silence, no words were spoken. Lowering his pike, the ranger tried to lure the Minbari into attacking him. The Minbari realized his opportunity and tried to sweep the human of his feet. That was what Marcus had been hoping for. Leaping in the air, he delivered a spinning dropkick to the chest of the intruder. The kick made the Minbari fall to his knees and Marcus realized he had the upper hand at the moment. He knew he couldn't afford to hold back and channelled all his anger, pain and hurt into one devastating blow. Marcus finally released all his rage, momentarily defeating the darkness inside him. He tried not to listen to the snapping bones as his pike connected with the Minbari's head.

///

Stephen managed to push open the door and crawled outside on all fours. The light blinded him as he tried to orientate himself. A moan close to him attracted his attention and as his eyes focused, he realized that Danzi was lying in the corridor, hardly conscious and clutching his head. There was blood on Danzi's hands and Stephen moved closer to see if he could help the Minbari. Then he was going to access a Bab com unit.

He cursed, why the hell had he removed his hand communicator in the first place? I needed to get that paperwork done and didn't want to be interrupted so I left it in the locker...I was off duty anyway.

"Danzi?" Relieved that the warrior opened his eyes, Franklin checked on him quickly and reached the conclusion that the Minbari was going to live. "Stay off your feet. I'm going to contact security." Franklin was struggling to get to his feet as he felt Danzi's hands pulling him back.

"Where... is Marcus?"

"In there... with some Minbari warrior. I have to get going now." Stephen didn't wait any longer and ran down the corridor.

Danzi fought his vertigo and wiped the blood from his face. He rose slowly to his feet and tried to remember what had happened. The only thing that came to mind was a smashing blow to the back of his head. He had been out smarted and attacked from behind. Growling, he realized that he had failed to safeguard his Alit and he was angry with himself for being sloppy. Pushing open the door, he was stopped in his tracks by the descending darkness. His eyes had to adjust before he could move forward. Scanning the rooms, he saw two figures in the darkness. One of them was lowering his pike to smash the other's skull.

"Marcus?" Danzi had never moved faster and he completely forgot about his injury. The pike hit its target and Danzi was stunned to see that it was Marcus who had delivered that blow. Allowing a sigh to break through, Danzi moved to the ranger's side. At that moment the power came back online and the lights flashed bright.

Slightly breathless, Marcus fought to calm his breathing down. He had never thought that he would be capable of taking a Minbari down. Hardly realizing that Danzi was standing next to him, Marcus kept an eye on the fallen Minbari who was still alive.

"I need to get out of here." Marcus staggered on his feet, but didn't fall. Danzi nodded and followed the ranger into the corridor where security guards led by Zack Allen were preparing to enter the room.

"The intruder is unconscious. You can go and get him," Stephen said.

Marcus leaned against the wall and collapsed his pike. I didn't fall, Neroon... By Valen, I took him down myself. He was still trying to catch his breath when Stephen reappeared.

"Are you all right, Marcus? Danzi, you're injured."

"Just a minor injury, doctor."

The ranger heard the words Franklin and Danzi were speaking, but didn't react to them. He was still too wrapped up in the fact that he had managed to defeat his fear.

///

Three days later --Minbar-

Marcus was pacing Neroon's study impatiently. He had arrived at Neroon's stronghold some hours ago and Shahaam had been there to welcome him. Marcus had ordered Danzi to get some rest and the young Minbari had reluctantly complied. Stephen had examined the Minbari back on Babylon 5 and had concluded that the blow had resulted in a severe concussion. During these three last days a lot had changed for Marcus. Fighting Shakiri's accomplice had made him shake off some of his fear. The nightmares he had were less frightful. And ever so often an erotic dream slipped into his mind. Those erotic dreams were so intense that he often awoke covered in sweat and tangled in damp sheets. His body was throbbing with desire and driving him insane with lust. Bloody hormones! The deep urge to feel Neroon underneath him, calling out his name, was enough to make the ranger instantly erect. Cursing, Marcus tried to control his arousal and couldn't help wondering if Neroon was also aching with desire for him.

///

Minbari War Cruiser ' Zaran '

Two more hours and I will be home. Neroon tried to study the nine names Delenn had given him. She had insisted that the Worker Caste should be given the majority of the seats in the Grey council; this Caste had suffered most from the wars. Neroon didn't really like that idea, but realized the wisdom in her choice. He placed the piece of paper on his desk and signed his name next to Delenn's, making the document official. After he had been successful in subduing the rebels, he had managed to restore order and some degree of peace in the cities. The new Grey Council had to make sure that the fragile balance would stay intact. Now that his work here was done, he was looking forward to returning home where Marcus would be waiting for him. Danzi had informed him of the incident in Medlab and Neroon had been immensely relieved to hear that Marcus had been victorious. The name of his lover brought back memories of the last time they had been together. It had been a blissful combination of love and lust that had overwhelmed them both. Neroon found himself hungry for Marcus' touch.

///

It took the War Cruiser 2 hours to reach Minbar. Upon arriving at his stronghold, Neroon forced himself to visit Danzi first. The young Warrior was his responsibility and he had to make sure that Danzi's injuries were taken care of. As he walked into Danzi's rooms, Neroon saw the guilty look in the Minbari's eyes.

"Alit, I failed you and him. I allowed an attacker to get close to him."

Neroon silenced him, raising his gloved hand. "You did the best you could, Danzi. Rest now, we will discuss this later."

Danzi managed to bow slightly; his head still reeling from the blow and the vertigo made him feel nausea.

Neroon locked eyes with him. "I will not accept you blaming yourself in this matter and that's an order."

Danzi smiled hesitantly.

///

Trying desperately to control his impatience to see Neroon again, Marcus decided to try some meditation. He succeeded in calming his mind. He had slipped into another level of consciousness as he suddenly realized that someone was running fingers over the back of his neck. He felt how his hair was stroked back and moist lips brushed his skin.

"Neroon... " The ranger sensed how Neroon's hands stole into his uniform to caress the softness of the skin there.

"Marcus, did you miss me?" The only answer Neroon got was a whimpering moan as he sat down behind the ranger. Neroon pulled him closer.

"Your absence almost drove me insane, Neroon. I need you."

The warrior embraced Marcus even tighter. Marcus sighed as he felt the strong arms wrapped around him and surrendered to Neroon's caresses. He shivered as Neroon kissed the back of his neck. Neroon smiled affectionately as he felt how the ranger pressed his body closer to his.

"The dreams have changed..." Marcus gasped, trying to concentrate in order to form a coherent sentence, feeling Neroon this close to him after being separated..

"In what way?"

"The nightmares... aren't that strong any more and I even had erotic dreams... about you and me." The ranger turned in the embrace and Neroon proceeded to kiss his lover breathlessly. Marcus rested in Neroon's arms. He softly caressed the Minbari's face.

"There will be countless nights of pleasure...I promise."

Hearing that promise, Marcus relaxed in Neroon's embrace and knew that his choice to stay with Neroon had been the right one.

The end

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