FIC: Gen: I Am The Very Model
Title: I Am the Very Model
Author: alexcat
Type: General fiction
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or Babylon5.
Warnings: None
Beta: None
Characters: Stephen, Susan, Marcus Cole (In absentia).
Archive: OEAM, Alex’s Storybook, babylon5_love
Author’s Note: I love Marcus.
Spoilers: Yes.
Summary: Just a few memories of Marcus.
~~~
Stephen Franklin listened to Marcus drone on and on about something. Well, actually, he didn’t listen to the words because the sound of his friend’s voice soothed him so. They’d all been through so much and it wasn’t over yet, not by a long, long shot. This trip to Mars was important as well as dangerous but Marcus made it seem like they were going on a field trip.
Marcus was singing some ditty from childhood, something about a pie. He opened and closed his Den’bok. Open. Close. Open. Close.
Stephen yelled, “Would you just shut up for a while?”
Marcus sniffed and went right on singing, never even breaking the rhythm opening and closing that damned stick! Stephen was asleep in moments, with a smile on his face.
*
Stephen had never been so angry.
How dare that stupid bastard die on him! What gave him the right?
He bathed Marcus and dressed him in his Ranger’s uniform. He looked as if he were a hero from a storybook just waiting for his princess to kiss him and awaken him.
“You were not supposed to do this. I wanted to go on more journeys with you and hate you for being so funny and so brave. I wanted to whack you over the head with that infernal stick just once.”
He closed the capsule and sent it to be cryosealed, praying that someday Marcus could be awakened and healed. He wanted a chance to punch him in the face at least one more time for this stupid stunt.
*
“It’s been ten years, Stephen, and I still don’t know what I could have done differently except die faster so he wouldn’t have felt he had to save me.” Susan Ivanova had grown rather regal as she aged, becoming the leader she’d shown signs of all those years ago on Babylon 5.
“I miss him more than I’d ever have thought,” Stephen admitted.
“Have you seen the memorial on Minbar?”
He nodded. “That was your doing?”
“Oddly enough, no. It was Delenn’s idea and she was backed by Neroon’s family. Neroon said once that Marcus was more Minbari than he ever was. Marcus was a good Ranger, almost as good as Sinclair. I only wish I’d thought of it. I should have thought of it.”
*
Stephen found himself humming ‘I am the Very Model of a Modern Major General’ at odd times these last few weeks. He’d been reading some interesting articles about cryogenics and healing those who’d been preserved to heal at a later date. Several people had been awakened with good results.
Maybe it was time he went to Geneva and visited Marcus again.
He smiled to himself and began to sing out loud:
I am the very model of a modern Major-General,
I've information vegetable, animal and mineral.
I know the Kings of England and I quote the fights historical,
From Marathon to Waterloo, in order categorical;
I'm very well acquainted, too, with matters mathematical,
I understand equations, both the simple and quadratical …
Maybe the next time, Marcus could sing with him. Wouldn’t that be grand?
~end~
Author: alexcat
Type: General fiction
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or Babylon5.
Warnings: None
Beta: None
Characters: Stephen, Susan, Marcus Cole (In absentia).
Archive: OEAM, Alex’s Storybook, babylon5_love
Author’s Note: I love Marcus.
Spoilers: Yes.
Summary: Just a few memories of Marcus.
~~~
Stephen Franklin listened to Marcus drone on and on about something. Well, actually, he didn’t listen to the words because the sound of his friend’s voice soothed him so. They’d all been through so much and it wasn’t over yet, not by a long, long shot. This trip to Mars was important as well as dangerous but Marcus made it seem like they were going on a field trip.
Marcus was singing some ditty from childhood, something about a pie. He opened and closed his Den’bok. Open. Close. Open. Close.
Stephen yelled, “Would you just shut up for a while?”
Marcus sniffed and went right on singing, never even breaking the rhythm opening and closing that damned stick! Stephen was asleep in moments, with a smile on his face.
*
Stephen had never been so angry.
How dare that stupid bastard die on him! What gave him the right?
He bathed Marcus and dressed him in his Ranger’s uniform. He looked as if he were a hero from a storybook just waiting for his princess to kiss him and awaken him.
“You were not supposed to do this. I wanted to go on more journeys with you and hate you for being so funny and so brave. I wanted to whack you over the head with that infernal stick just once.”
He closed the capsule and sent it to be cryosealed, praying that someday Marcus could be awakened and healed. He wanted a chance to punch him in the face at least one more time for this stupid stunt.
*
“It’s been ten years, Stephen, and I still don’t know what I could have done differently except die faster so he wouldn’t have felt he had to save me.” Susan Ivanova had grown rather regal as she aged, becoming the leader she’d shown signs of all those years ago on Babylon 5.
“I miss him more than I’d ever have thought,” Stephen admitted.
“Have you seen the memorial on Minbar?”
He nodded. “That was your doing?”
“Oddly enough, no. It was Delenn’s idea and she was backed by Neroon’s family. Neroon said once that Marcus was more Minbari than he ever was. Marcus was a good Ranger, almost as good as Sinclair. I only wish I’d thought of it. I should have thought of it.”
*
Stephen found himself humming ‘I am the Very Model of a Modern Major General’ at odd times these last few weeks. He’d been reading some interesting articles about cryogenics and healing those who’d been preserved to heal at a later date. Several people had been awakened with good results.
Maybe it was time he went to Geneva and visited Marcus again.
He smiled to himself and began to sing out loud:
I am the very model of a modern Major-General,
I've information vegetable, animal and mineral.
I know the Kings of England and I quote the fights historical,
From Marathon to Waterloo, in order categorical;
I'm very well acquainted, too, with matters mathematical,
I understand equations, both the simple and quadratical …
Maybe the next time, Marcus could sing with him. Wouldn’t that be grand?
~end~