Babylon 5 Double Drabble: Haven
Title: Haven
Fandom: Babylon 5
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Commander Jeffrey Sinclair.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 5: In The Garden at drabblesoup.
Spoilers/Setting: The Gathering.
Summary: Commander Sinclair knows the importance of having a quiet refuge from the bustle of station life.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Babylon 5, or the characters. They belong to J. Michael Straczynski.
A/N: Double drabble.
Space was at a premium on Babylon 5; the station was five miles long, each section made up of many levels, but with a resident population of around a quarter of a million people, both humans and most of the known alien races, every inch of the place had to be utilised as efficiently and effectively as possible.
Still, Jeffrey Sinclair had set aside a small area as a Japanese Zen garden, where plants, rocks, and sand raked into calming patterns created a haven, a place conducive to quiet contemplation. He didn’t see it as a waste of valuable space that could be better utilised for something more important; rather it was a necessity, helping to ensure the smooth running of the station.
As Commander, he needed a refuge where he could calm his mind and regain his equilibrium when the stresses of his job weighed on him. How could he be expected to keep the peace among dozens of races who didn’t necessarily get along with each other if his own mind was in turmoil? People looked to him to be the calm voice of reason, and that was no easy task. In times of chaos, here was order.
The End
Fandom: Babylon 5
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Commander Jeffrey Sinclair.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 5: In The Garden at drabblesoup.
Spoilers/Setting: The Gathering.
Summary: Commander Sinclair knows the importance of having a quiet refuge from the bustle of station life.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Babylon 5, or the characters. They belong to J. Michael Straczynski.
A/N: Double drabble.
Space was at a premium on Babylon 5; the station was five miles long, each section made up of many levels, but with a resident population of around a quarter of a million people, both humans and most of the known alien races, every inch of the place had to be utilised as efficiently and effectively as possible.
Still, Jeffrey Sinclair had set aside a small area as a Japanese Zen garden, where plants, rocks, and sand raked into calming patterns created a haven, a place conducive to quiet contemplation. He didn’t see it as a waste of valuable space that could be better utilised for something more important; rather it was a necessity, helping to ensure the smooth running of the station.
As Commander, he needed a refuge where he could calm his mind and regain his equilibrium when the stresses of his job weighed on him. How could he be expected to keep the peace among dozens of races who didn’t necessarily get along with each other if his own mind was in turmoil? People looked to him to be the calm voice of reason, and that was no easy task. In times of chaos, here was order.
The End