Gethsemane (1/1)
Disclaimer: Babylon 5 belongs to Warner Bros. No infringement intended.
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"If you go to Z'ha'dum you will die."
He had not listened. He had come, even knowing it was a trap, had listened but not heard them talk when they tried to sway him to their side. And now...
He was running. After having shot left and right he had run out into the hallway, and gone from one hallway to another, to another...
He stopped dead in his tracks as he found himself face to face with one of *them*.
It towered above him, ripping through him with its six embers. He looked around him. There was nowhere to run. He looked at it again.
It had not moved. It did not move, but stayed there looking at him. He thought about running away, back from whence he came. He did not.
He stood there, mesmerized. It looked at him in silence. His mind was gradually filled with a sense of sadness, of longing. A Londo doll with no attributes stood before him, grinning. *What strange things the mind fixates on...* He thought to himself.
The scene changed, but the doll was still there, with him. He saw her face, the face he had said goodbye to a few hours ago. She came towards him, touched his face, kissed him. He closed his eyes at the softness of her, of the moment. Felt her hands entwine themselves in his hair, her tongue dance with his. The kiss broke, and grew. Broke and grew. He broke, holding her to him and feeling the joy of their reunion, beyond tears. But there was an urgency in her touch that could not be denied as she tugged at his clothing...He felt the relief of surrender engulf him. "Delenn..." He moaned softly.
A remnant tugged at him, and he pushed her away so that she fell, opening his eyes. It stood there still but the quiet peace was gone. Londo still stared at him, grinning. He took out his PPG and it fell, then disappeared.
The quiet peace came back as the chittering sound turned to a scream. He turned around and began to run, anew.
Moments later he had jumped.
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For a round robin type of game I was given the assignment: write a h/c story with Sheridan, a Shadow, and an anatomically incorrect Londo doll. (h/c means hurt/comfort)