random Lennier drabble
Hey dudes. I'm quite new to the fandom, having been sat down by my dad this summer and made to watch the entire thing. It was a very difficult year and some nasty things happened, and...well, as cheesy as it may sound, B5 helped me get back together. So I have massive amounts of love for the awesomeness that is this show. Anyway, I frequently write fic in the Myst universe, but these are my first attempts in B5 so...yeah. Drabble time!
Title: Watching
Rating: er...G?
Summary: Brief moment of Lennier's thoughts when Sheridan returns from Z'ha'dum
Spoilers: Seasons 1-4
Sheridan stepped on the platform and began speaking at once. No one dared interrupt, not from the moment his presence sent the crowd into stunned silence to the end of the speech. Delenn was tense beside Lennier, her face frozen in a strange, almost unreadable expression. He knew her expressions well, but even this seemed beyond him. She only glanced at him once during Sheridan's speech, and her eyes were wide with...fear, disbelief, and behind that, wild hope. For the first time in over two weeks, there was more in her eyes than death.
Sheridan opened his arms wide at the conclusion of the speech. He too was more alive than Lennier had ever seen him, returning from the edge of known space enlightened and inspired.
He would, of course, bring the whole universe with him now wherever he went. He returned from Z'ha'dum and now all the worlds would follow him.
People always followed Sheridan. It was part of life, just as the station turned continuously and people slept and woke here, at home, and on distant worlds across the galaxy. He had long known this fact, though it continued to be cemented in his mind at every moment Sheridan spoke, gave orders, walked through the corridors and now stood there, smiling as Delenn left the crowd and approached him. Delenn didn't think for a moment that it could be a trick. She wouldn't. She trusted.
Sheridan didn't know. He supposedly died on Z'ha'dum and didn't know what happened here. He didn't watch, like Lennier did. He didn't see Ivanova, wracked with guilt, going blindly through the motions every day without any thought or care behind it, blank and lifeless. He didn't know that Garibaldi went missing and G'Kar shortly after...Garibaldi had returned, with seemingly no memory of what happened to him, and G'Kar...he was still missing. He didn't see Delenn, sitting in mourning and not eating for days, maybe weeks, waiting for death to find her too. He didn’t know the struggle it took just to coax her into drinking water to keep her from dehydrating. He didn’t see her meet his eyes from a distance, saying his name only in acknowledgement before falling into grief again. Sheridan didn't see the fear and terror and near riots his absence had caused. He didn't know.
It felt to Lennier that Sheridan came back seemingly without thinking of what could have happened when he was gone. And he returned in the same brilliant energy he left with, and held his arms out to the crowd, stirring them with his words and voice.
It was the first thing Sheridan did when he returned. He was greeted with cheers, smiles, joy...a crowd of inspired people. He saw happiness and hope. He did not see death and despair and downcast eyes that had become the norm on this station of late. He only looked on this crowd and perhaps thought this was all.
The cheering echoed through the entire Zocalo. Wild whoops and exclamations filled the air and Lennier was jostled by the movements of a crowd who was given their hope back. It was the first time in over two weeks that Lennier had seen life and happiness on Babylon 5.
Still, he did not smile, and did not cheer.
This was as good a time as ever to watch.
Title: Watching
Rating: er...G?
Summary: Brief moment of Lennier's thoughts when Sheridan returns from Z'ha'dum
Spoilers: Seasons 1-4
Sheridan stepped on the platform and began speaking at once. No one dared interrupt, not from the moment his presence sent the crowd into stunned silence to the end of the speech. Delenn was tense beside Lennier, her face frozen in a strange, almost unreadable expression. He knew her expressions well, but even this seemed beyond him. She only glanced at him once during Sheridan's speech, and her eyes were wide with...fear, disbelief, and behind that, wild hope. For the first time in over two weeks, there was more in her eyes than death.
Sheridan opened his arms wide at the conclusion of the speech. He too was more alive than Lennier had ever seen him, returning from the edge of known space enlightened and inspired.
He would, of course, bring the whole universe with him now wherever he went. He returned from Z'ha'dum and now all the worlds would follow him.
People always followed Sheridan. It was part of life, just as the station turned continuously and people slept and woke here, at home, and on distant worlds across the galaxy. He had long known this fact, though it continued to be cemented in his mind at every moment Sheridan spoke, gave orders, walked through the corridors and now stood there, smiling as Delenn left the crowd and approached him. Delenn didn't think for a moment that it could be a trick. She wouldn't. She trusted.
Sheridan didn't know. He supposedly died on Z'ha'dum and didn't know what happened here. He didn't watch, like Lennier did. He didn't see Ivanova, wracked with guilt, going blindly through the motions every day without any thought or care behind it, blank and lifeless. He didn't know that Garibaldi went missing and G'Kar shortly after...Garibaldi had returned, with seemingly no memory of what happened to him, and G'Kar...he was still missing. He didn't see Delenn, sitting in mourning and not eating for days, maybe weeks, waiting for death to find her too. He didn’t know the struggle it took just to coax her into drinking water to keep her from dehydrating. He didn’t see her meet his eyes from a distance, saying his name only in acknowledgement before falling into grief again. Sheridan didn't see the fear and terror and near riots his absence had caused. He didn't know.
It felt to Lennier that Sheridan came back seemingly without thinking of what could have happened when he was gone. And he returned in the same brilliant energy he left with, and held his arms out to the crowd, stirring them with his words and voice.
It was the first thing Sheridan did when he returned. He was greeted with cheers, smiles, joy...a crowd of inspired people. He saw happiness and hope. He did not see death and despair and downcast eyes that had become the norm on this station of late. He only looked on this crowd and perhaps thought this was all.
The cheering echoed through the entire Zocalo. Wild whoops and exclamations filled the air and Lennier was jostled by the movements of a crowd who was given their hope back. It was the first time in over two weeks that Lennier had seen life and happiness on Babylon 5.
Still, he did not smile, and did not cheer.
This was as good a time as ever to watch.