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Fandom: Babylon 5
Title: Same Time Tomorrow
Characters: Vir, Lennier
Rating: G
Prompt: prompt #6, inferiority complex
Word Count: 764
Spoilers: none
Warnings: (if any) nope
Disclaimer: Straczynski owns B5, and he is awesome.
Vir sat there, staring into his glass at the amber liquid inside. Vir rarely drank, too, but it was out of choice rather than necessity. Lennier had a glass of water, as usual, and Vir had…well, neither of them were quite sure.
“I was told today,” Vir began hesitantly. “That someday I’m going to become emperor.”
“What?”
“The seer that came to visit, I told you about her, didn’t I?”
“You did.”
“She said both Londo and I will be emperor, but only after the other is dead.”
“That is a dangerous statement.”
“Tell me about it.” Vir sighed. “I’m worried Londo will never trust me again. But…that doesn’t even make sense! Why would I be emperor? I’m not the sort who…would ever amount to anything.”
Lennier shook his head. “Don’t say that,” he replied. “We all have the potential to amount to something greater than what we are.”
Vir chuckled. “Wish I could believe that.”
“You’re here, aren’t you? That is something to be proud of.”
Vir shrugged. “The position was a joke. That’s why they sent Londo. And that’s why they sent me, because I wouldn’t amount to anything other than the assistant to a joke ambassador.” He shook his head. “Now this. I don’t know whether to laugh or…or…I think I’ll just laugh. Imagine me, an emperor! I can’t think of anything more absurd. And Londo, what is he going to think? Does he believe that I’ll kill him to become emperor? This is just ridiculous, all of it.”
“The politics of the Centaur have always been a bit…ridiculous.” Lennier replied. Vir smiled and nodded, taking a sip of the drink.
“Caramel,” Vir commented.
“What is that?”
“I don’t know, but that’s what the bartender told me.”
For awhile, they just sat in comfortable silence. Vir finished his drink and ordered another.
“If you’ll believe me,” Lennier began, and Vir nodded for him to continue. “I think you will make a far better emperor than any of those in recent Centauri history. They need someone stable like yourself. It would help them more than…”
“Mr. Morden,” Vir replied, his voice dripping with dislike. “And his associates.”
“Exactly. Since you are so opposed to them, and they…whoever they are…have done nothing but hurt the Centauri…”
“Started a war with the Narn. None of us wanted a war. I don’t even think Londo did, some days when I look at him. But it’s too late for any of that now. We’re at war with Narn and gods only knows what is happening to Londo, and now the seer says I’m going to be an emperor someday. I think the whole world has gone to hell.”
Lennier finished his water. “There are some days,” he admitted. “That I think you may be right.” Vir was the only person he would ever admit that to, even before Delenn.
Vir finished his, too, then looked at the time and sighed. “I have to be somewhere in five minutes. I believe Lord Refa is coming.” He said that name with disdain, too. “What about you?”
“I am not doing anything of consequence today.”
“That’s what you usually say.”
“I suppose because it is usually true.”
“Really? I mean, you went with Delenn when she went to the Council, right? That’s something. Right? I don’t know enough about the Grey Council to tell.”
“It was the right thing to do, that is all. She is…was…Grey, and there is no reason that one of the Council should be alone in times of distress. There was no one else she knew. I was…I was there,” he finished with a small shrug. “If someone else was there, I am sure they would have been more suited to go with her than I.”
“That’s how it usually works, isn’t it?”
Lennier hesitated. “Yes,” he said finally. “It is.”
“Our destiny in life.”
“I believe so.”
Vir pushed the drink back and stood up. He was already late for a meeting but meetings were just so tiring sometimes. It was nicer to just sit here and talk with a friend, but those times were few and far between since Londo became such a prominent figure in Centauri politics.
“Leaving?” Lennier asked.
“Meeting,” Vir sighed the long-suffering sigh of one who has sighed that way many times before.
“You have my best wishes for that.”
“Thanks. I’ll need it.”
“Same time tomorrow?”
“In two days. There’s more meetings tomorrow.”
“That will work fine for me as well.”
Vir left, and Lennier finished the water and sighed, too, because he supposed Vir was right, sometimes.
Fandom: Babylon 5
Title: Same Time Tomorrow
Characters: Vir, Lennier
Rating: G
Prompt: prompt #6, inferiority complex
Word Count: 764
Spoilers: none
Warnings: (if any) nope
Disclaimer: Straczynski owns B5, and he is awesome.
Vir sat there, staring into his glass at the amber liquid inside. Vir rarely drank, too, but it was out of choice rather than necessity. Lennier had a glass of water, as usual, and Vir had…well, neither of them were quite sure.
“I was told today,” Vir began hesitantly. “That someday I’m going to become emperor.”
“What?”
“The seer that came to visit, I told you about her, didn’t I?”
“You did.”
“She said both Londo and I will be emperor, but only after the other is dead.”
“That is a dangerous statement.”
“Tell me about it.” Vir sighed. “I’m worried Londo will never trust me again. But…that doesn’t even make sense! Why would I be emperor? I’m not the sort who…would ever amount to anything.”
Lennier shook his head. “Don’t say that,” he replied. “We all have the potential to amount to something greater than what we are.”
Vir chuckled. “Wish I could believe that.”
“You’re here, aren’t you? That is something to be proud of.”
Vir shrugged. “The position was a joke. That’s why they sent Londo. And that’s why they sent me, because I wouldn’t amount to anything other than the assistant to a joke ambassador.” He shook his head. “Now this. I don’t know whether to laugh or…or…I think I’ll just laugh. Imagine me, an emperor! I can’t think of anything more absurd. And Londo, what is he going to think? Does he believe that I’ll kill him to become emperor? This is just ridiculous, all of it.”
“The politics of the Centaur have always been a bit…ridiculous.” Lennier replied. Vir smiled and nodded, taking a sip of the drink.
“Caramel,” Vir commented.
“What is that?”
“I don’t know, but that’s what the bartender told me.”
For awhile, they just sat in comfortable silence. Vir finished his drink and ordered another.
“If you’ll believe me,” Lennier began, and Vir nodded for him to continue. “I think you will make a far better emperor than any of those in recent Centauri history. They need someone stable like yourself. It would help them more than…”
“Mr. Morden,” Vir replied, his voice dripping with dislike. “And his associates.”
“Exactly. Since you are so opposed to them, and they…whoever they are…have done nothing but hurt the Centauri…”
“Started a war with the Narn. None of us wanted a war. I don’t even think Londo did, some days when I look at him. But it’s too late for any of that now. We’re at war with Narn and gods only knows what is happening to Londo, and now the seer says I’m going to be an emperor someday. I think the whole world has gone to hell.”
Lennier finished his water. “There are some days,” he admitted. “That I think you may be right.” Vir was the only person he would ever admit that to, even before Delenn.
Vir finished his, too, then looked at the time and sighed. “I have to be somewhere in five minutes. I believe Lord Refa is coming.” He said that name with disdain, too. “What about you?”
“I am not doing anything of consequence today.”
“That’s what you usually say.”
“I suppose because it is usually true.”
“Really? I mean, you went with Delenn when she went to the Council, right? That’s something. Right? I don’t know enough about the Grey Council to tell.”
“It was the right thing to do, that is all. She is…was…Grey, and there is no reason that one of the Council should be alone in times of distress. There was no one else she knew. I was…I was there,” he finished with a small shrug. “If someone else was there, I am sure they would have been more suited to go with her than I.”
“That’s how it usually works, isn’t it?”
Lennier hesitated. “Yes,” he said finally. “It is.”
“Our destiny in life.”
“I believe so.”
Vir pushed the drink back and stood up. He was already late for a meeting but meetings were just so tiring sometimes. It was nicer to just sit here and talk with a friend, but those times were few and far between since Londo became such a prominent figure in Centauri politics.
“Leaving?” Lennier asked.
“Meeting,” Vir sighed the long-suffering sigh of one who has sighed that way many times before.
“You have my best wishes for that.”
“Thanks. I’ll need it.”
“Same time tomorrow?”
“In two days. There’s more meetings tomorrow.”
“That will work fine for me as well.”
Vir left, and Lennier finished the water and sighed, too, because he supposed Vir was right, sometimes.