Babylon 5 Fanfiction - "Mars Rising"
Disclaimer: Babylon 5 belongs to the Great Maker, JMS, I'm just playing in the sandbox a while. No copyright infringement is intended and no money was made from this. Any similarity to any other story not my own is coincidence.
Title: Mars Rising
Genre: Babylon 5 fanfic; AU; Drama/melodrama
Rating: PG-13; rated for swearing, violence/torture
Timeline: After the end of the 5 season, but before "Sleeping in Light," shortly after they have begun to set up the Alliance and before the birth of John and Delenn's son.
Author's Notes: This is one of my only attempts at something with a plot, so to speak, or drama, so... *grin* There are also probably bits and pieces of inspiration from various sources and the Minbari language is a mix of "canon" and what sounded right to my ear. It is the last old B5 fanfic I have left to archive.
Story breaks are indicated by boldface and ellipses. I've also split it up to make the post a bit more manageable.
Mars Rising
A gentle breeze danced through the silver leaves of the mallorion trees that graced the balcony of the presidential quarters, causing them to sigh softly. The breeze shivered the delicate leaves brightly before it danced its way to the quiet figure standing before the railing of the balcony. Whispering through Delenn’s rich dark hair, the breeze played gently with the long tresses before it kissed her cheek softly and danced away. She reached up to brush a loose strand back behind her ear and smiled quietly. The crystal spires and temples of Tuzanor glimmered before her in the early evening light. The beautiful city embraced the sunlight and sent it sparkling in a dance of joy through every crystalline structure. Delenn’s smile echoed that joy, making her inexpressibly beautiful to the man that stepped quietly out onto the balcony with her. He smiled too, standing there a moment to appreciate the sweet pleasure of seeing the woman that he loved more than life itself.
John walked over to stand just behind his wife. “You look happy,” he said softly.
Delenn reached behind herself without looking and drew her husband's arms around her. John smiled softly, and pulled her into his embrace until his wife was leaning lightly back on his chest. She sighed happily as John brushed a tender kiss along her temple.
“I am happy,” Delenn murmured.
John tenderly rubbed his thumbs where they rested over Delenn’s hands, lying lightly on her swollen belly. He bent to whisper in her ear, his breath warm and soft as his lips brushed against her skin gently. “I can see that,” he whispered, a smile lingering in his eyes. “Have I told you today that I love you?”
“Yes,” Delenn said softly, “but feel free to tell me as often as you like.”
John chuckled lightly and whispered again tenderly in her ear, "Li'faa cha'du miya, Delenn. You are the beloved of my soul.”
Delenn smiled, remembering when he had first learned that phrase of Minbari. “Miya la’faa cha’du, John. Mi'ushaa kimara Ulanni, mia na’eysu myallna , y’mias laa’sulanii. You my love, are my sky, my sun, and my moon.”
“My brightest star,” John whispered, and bent to nuzzle Delenn’s neck tenderly. She sighed softly and tilted her head to the side to better revel in the caress. For a moment, John lost himself in the feeling of being with his wife and the warmth of her in his arms. He lived for moments like this, and John let the complete bliss of it fill him until he felt as if he fairly glowed with it. It was with great reluctance that he pulled away at last.
“Ah, love,” he sighed, his voice holding an underlying sadness.
“John?” Delenn asked quietly, turning to face her husband.
“Delenn, it's Mars. Between the pressure on the Provisional government from its people, and Earth's reluctance to acknowledge Mars as an independent state…” John turned to look out over Tuzanor. “It's getting ugly, Delenn, and we have to solve the problem of Mars independence before it turns into another civil war. Earth can't take that, not again.” He took a deep breath and reached tenderly for his wife, his hands gentle on her arms.
“I have to go there, Delenn. If we can get President Luchenko, the Mars government, and myself in one room, maybe we can get this solved and avoid a potentially ugly conflict.“
“Go to Mars, John? Now?” Delenn spoke quietly, her hands moving unconsciously to rest lightly on her very pregnant belly.
John turned back to his wife, taking her arms gently. “Delenn, it has to be now. It has to be before this reaches the point where Earth and Mars see violence, or a civil war, as the only answer.” John answered with conviction. “I have to do this, Delenn. There's nothing more that I can do from here, and I can't just stand by and do nothing.” He reached up to gently brush her hair back from her face, his hand lingering on her cheek.
“I don't want to leave you, Delenn, but we have to solve this.” He lay a hand lightly on hers where it rested on her belly, “I will be here, Delenn." He looked deeply into her eyes, “I will be here.”
Delenn nodded gently and John kissed her tenderly. “Even if the whole universe stood between us Delenn, I would return to you. I will be here, Delenn.” John kissed her with a soft brush of his lips...
“President Luchenko's office and the Mars government representative have both agreed to using the Anla'shok as security and couriers as per your request Mr. President. Though I don't think that President Luchenko's office is too happy about it, and they only agreed because both the Mars representative and the Alliance insisted that it was necessary. We have arranged for a secure location here on Mars for the conferences, and the Earth president and her staff will be here in four days.”
The young human ranger spoke to Sheridan via a comm screen in his office. The serious woman wore the uniform that was so familiar to John and her auburn hair was held back in a severe braid. The pin that every ranger wore so proudly gleamed in a flash of light as she shifted her duster slightly on her shoulders.
“Thank you for the report Ms. Belo.” John Sheridan responded.
“Mr. President,” the young woman answered with a nod as the screen went to black.
John gathered up the last of the papers that he would need for the conferences on Mars, and placed them in a diplomatic case. Carefully then, he reached for the small image of Delenn that sat on the desk. He smiled as he traced a fingertip over the image of her cheek, illuminated in the picture by a crystalline wash of sunlight. Tenderly, he tucked the image into an inner pocket of his jacket just as Delenn herself entered the room.
“A White Star is waiting, John,” she said softly. John paused a moment to take in the beautiful image of his wife standing there in a halo of glimmering light. As always, he was struck by an overwhelming sense of love for her. He nodded silently and gathered up his diplomatic case. When John reached Delenn, he brought a hand to her cheek and held it there lightly as he bent to kiss her tenderly. When they broke their kiss, John looked deep into her eyes, losing himself for a moment in their warm depths.
"Ahh, Delenn," he sighed.
Delenn smiled softly. "Go now, John, and when this rope is untangled, return to me."
John smiled at that and nodded briefly before he turned to walk out the open doorway, case in hand...
On to Part two --->
Title: Mars Rising
Genre: Babylon 5 fanfic; AU; Drama/melodrama
Rating: PG-13; rated for swearing, violence/torture
Timeline: After the end of the 5 season, but before "Sleeping in Light," shortly after they have begun to set up the Alliance and before the birth of John and Delenn's son.
Author's Notes: This is one of my only attempts at something with a plot, so to speak, or drama, so... *grin* There are also probably bits and pieces of inspiration from various sources and the Minbari language is a mix of "canon" and what sounded right to my ear. It is the last old B5 fanfic I have left to archive.
Story breaks are indicated by boldface and ellipses. I've also split it up to make the post a bit more manageable.
Mars Rising
A gentle breeze danced through the silver leaves of the mallorion trees that graced the balcony of the presidential quarters, causing them to sigh softly. The breeze shivered the delicate leaves brightly before it danced its way to the quiet figure standing before the railing of the balcony. Whispering through Delenn’s rich dark hair, the breeze played gently with the long tresses before it kissed her cheek softly and danced away. She reached up to brush a loose strand back behind her ear and smiled quietly. The crystal spires and temples of Tuzanor glimmered before her in the early evening light. The beautiful city embraced the sunlight and sent it sparkling in a dance of joy through every crystalline structure. Delenn’s smile echoed that joy, making her inexpressibly beautiful to the man that stepped quietly out onto the balcony with her. He smiled too, standing there a moment to appreciate the sweet pleasure of seeing the woman that he loved more than life itself.
John walked over to stand just behind his wife. “You look happy,” he said softly.
Delenn reached behind herself without looking and drew her husband's arms around her. John smiled softly, and pulled her into his embrace until his wife was leaning lightly back on his chest. She sighed happily as John brushed a tender kiss along her temple.
“I am happy,” Delenn murmured.
John tenderly rubbed his thumbs where they rested over Delenn’s hands, lying lightly on her swollen belly. He bent to whisper in her ear, his breath warm and soft as his lips brushed against her skin gently. “I can see that,” he whispered, a smile lingering in his eyes. “Have I told you today that I love you?”
“Yes,” Delenn said softly, “but feel free to tell me as often as you like.”
John chuckled lightly and whispered again tenderly in her ear, "Li'faa cha'du miya, Delenn. You are the beloved of my soul.”
Delenn smiled, remembering when he had first learned that phrase of Minbari. “Miya la’faa cha’du, John. Mi'ushaa kimara Ulanni, mia na’eysu myallna , y’mias laa’sulanii. You my love, are my sky, my sun, and my moon.”
“My brightest star,” John whispered, and bent to nuzzle Delenn’s neck tenderly. She sighed softly and tilted her head to the side to better revel in the caress. For a moment, John lost himself in the feeling of being with his wife and the warmth of her in his arms. He lived for moments like this, and John let the complete bliss of it fill him until he felt as if he fairly glowed with it. It was with great reluctance that he pulled away at last.
“Ah, love,” he sighed, his voice holding an underlying sadness.
“John?” Delenn asked quietly, turning to face her husband.
“Delenn, it's Mars. Between the pressure on the Provisional government from its people, and Earth's reluctance to acknowledge Mars as an independent state…” John turned to look out over Tuzanor. “It's getting ugly, Delenn, and we have to solve the problem of Mars independence before it turns into another civil war. Earth can't take that, not again.” He took a deep breath and reached tenderly for his wife, his hands gentle on her arms.
“I have to go there, Delenn. If we can get President Luchenko, the Mars government, and myself in one room, maybe we can get this solved and avoid a potentially ugly conflict.“
“Go to Mars, John? Now?” Delenn spoke quietly, her hands moving unconsciously to rest lightly on her very pregnant belly.
John turned back to his wife, taking her arms gently. “Delenn, it has to be now. It has to be before this reaches the point where Earth and Mars see violence, or a civil war, as the only answer.” John answered with conviction. “I have to do this, Delenn. There's nothing more that I can do from here, and I can't just stand by and do nothing.” He reached up to gently brush her hair back from her face, his hand lingering on her cheek.
“I don't want to leave you, Delenn, but we have to solve this.” He lay a hand lightly on hers where it rested on her belly, “I will be here, Delenn." He looked deeply into her eyes, “I will be here.”
Delenn nodded gently and John kissed her tenderly. “Even if the whole universe stood between us Delenn, I would return to you. I will be here, Delenn.” John kissed her with a soft brush of his lips...
“President Luchenko's office and the Mars government representative have both agreed to using the Anla'shok as security and couriers as per your request Mr. President. Though I don't think that President Luchenko's office is too happy about it, and they only agreed because both the Mars representative and the Alliance insisted that it was necessary. We have arranged for a secure location here on Mars for the conferences, and the Earth president and her staff will be here in four days.”
The young human ranger spoke to Sheridan via a comm screen in his office. The serious woman wore the uniform that was so familiar to John and her auburn hair was held back in a severe braid. The pin that every ranger wore so proudly gleamed in a flash of light as she shifted her duster slightly on her shoulders.
“Thank you for the report Ms. Belo.” John Sheridan responded.
“Mr. President,” the young woman answered with a nod as the screen went to black.
John gathered up the last of the papers that he would need for the conferences on Mars, and placed them in a diplomatic case. Carefully then, he reached for the small image of Delenn that sat on the desk. He smiled as he traced a fingertip over the image of her cheek, illuminated in the picture by a crystalline wash of sunlight. Tenderly, he tucked the image into an inner pocket of his jacket just as Delenn herself entered the room.
“A White Star is waiting, John,” she said softly. John paused a moment to take in the beautiful image of his wife standing there in a halo of glimmering light. As always, he was struck by an overwhelming sense of love for her. He nodded silently and gathered up his diplomatic case. When John reached Delenn, he brought a hand to her cheek and held it there lightly as he bent to kiss her tenderly. When they broke their kiss, John looked deep into her eyes, losing himself for a moment in their warm depths.
"Ahh, Delenn," he sighed.
Delenn smiled softly. "Go now, John, and when this rope is untangled, return to me."
John smiled at that and nodded briefly before he turned to walk out the open doorway, case in hand...
On to Part two --->