Standard Disclaimers Pair of Hearts © 1997 by Debra Janette Ballard (evenstar@hpnc.com) ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

This is a sequel to "Heart to Heart Many thanks to my beta readers, Linda and Wendy. Debra ( ) indicates thoughts; < > expressions/actions

Marcus was worried.

It had been 2 days since he'd seen Susan, confessed his love for her; 2 long days spent in a Medlab bed with nothing to do but play with his pike. After the 99th expansion and collapse, he was almost as sick of it as Franklin had been on their trip to Mars.

"Stephen, when can I get out of here?" he said plaintively.

"I'll release you today IF and that's a big IF you rest in your quarters for another day. No barroom fights, no arguments with Susan, nothing more strenuous than lifting food to your mouth. Agreed?"

"Agreed. How could I fight with Susan anyway? She doesn't want to see me, hasn't come 'round once since I woke up and found her in my arms."

"Give her time, she's had a rather large shock, finding out you love her."

"Her and the rest of the station. She probably never wants to see my face again."

"I wouldn't go that far" said Stephen with a grin. "I have it on good authority that the commander has been caught 'looking starry eyed' at her post the last couple of days and that she even gave the same order twice. Not that anyone corrected her, of course, just obeyed it twice."

Marcus gave an answering grin "Really? You've given me hope, Stephen, the best medicine there is. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll hobble down to my quarters."

"You do that - and stay out of trouble, I don't want to have to put a "Reserved for Marcus Cole" label on one of my Medlab beds."

"You mean I have to just take whichever one's not occupied? I had grown rather fond of this one. Oh well, I guess we makes our beds and takes our chances."

Stephen "Any more bad puns like that one and I may be tempted to drum up some business. Now go away and let me get back to treating people who are really sick ."

Marcus left Medlab, his mind awhirl. Thoughts of Susan intermixed with the paranoid suspicion that everyone was looking at him, laughing behind his back at his delirious declarations of love. How would he ever get her to go out with him after that debacle ? He would have to think of something, some way to convince her to give him another chance.

As soon as Marcus was out of earshot, Franklin activated his link. "Captain? He's on his way."

Meanwhile back in C&C....

Sheridan had a morning that alternated between hidden glee at the stunt they were going to pull and frustration at not being able to grin every time he looked at Ivanova. He drew on years of experience in hiding what he was thinking, but didn't know how Corwin had been able to hold up for so long. Sheridan had given the orders, but Corwin had made or supervised all the actual preparations.

His link beeped, Sheridan stepped into his office and said "This is Sheridan. Go", heard Franklin's warning. Going back into C&C, he gave the nod to Corwin, who acknowledged it with a widening of his eyes and a slight nod. Corwin punched in a previously recorded message to have the package delivered. When he received a text-only message of "Mission accomplished", he began the illegal and highly satisfying task of controlling the turbolift which Marcus would need to take to his quarters, keeping the doors firmly closed until he came. Once Marcus was aboard, Corwin gave a nod to Sheridan. Time for phase two of the operation, affectionately dubbed "Blind Date" or "Vesuvius had nothing on Ivanova when she finds out", depending on who you asked.

"Susan" Sheridan said. Corwin envied his calm demeanor. If Commander Ivanova as much as looked at him, he was sure he would turn beet red.

"Yes, Captain" she came up to the deck where he stood. He handed her a data crystal.

"I need you to take this to G'Kar and bring me his answer. It is top secret, that's why I'm asking you to deliver it."

"Yes sir." she said, for the first time completely unaware of what was happening on her station.

Susan headed for the lift, outwardly the same efficient commander that was universally feared by her subordinates. Inside was a different story, however, with the worrisome suspicion that she had lost some of her power to intimidate with the stories of Marcus' rantings that had spread throughout the station. Marcus! That man had complicated her life since the first time they had met. With his ridiculous stories of wild badgers living in his trousers, his chart showing her as the center of the universe, his stated intention of waiting for someone special (a small voice inside said with awe: and that person is me!), and everything else he had ever said or done! A twinge of guilt interrupted her thoughts, she hadn't been to see him since Stephen had walked in on their talk. For once, Susan Ivanova was at a loss at what to do or say. Marcus had declared his love for her in his own unique way, deliriously shouting it for the world to hear as he lay near death in Medlab. What was ! she going to do with him? Again the small voice said (Marry him and live happily ever after!) She was going to have to do something about that voice, she didn't have time to argue with herself and why was that lift taking so long?

After she left C&C Sheridan walked over to Corwin, grinned like a Cheshire cat, and said "Everything going smoothly?"

"Yes sir."

Marcus would not have agreed. He was in the turbolift from Amityville. Once the doors had shut rather quickly in the face of a surprised Centauri matron, the lift refused to move. No matter what level he punched. The comstation remained locked as well, refusing to change from Babcom's logo no matter what he said or punched. There was a square package in the corner of the lift that he was about to investigate when, with a lurch, the lift began to move.

"About bloody time" he muttered, then watched as the level indicator winked as he passed his chosen destination and every other level until they reached ...

The doors opened and Marcus was preparing to get out, whatever level he was on, just to get out of that possessed lift. He was thwarted in this plan when he was practically bowled over by a preoccupied and in-a-hurry Susan.

"Ouch" he said, more injured dignity than hurt body. The doors snapped shut again and the turbolift descended to level 17, then stopped dead. In the meantime, Susan had noticed who she had run into.

"Marcus! What are you doing out of Medlab?"

"I was going to my quarters to rest but this bloody lift had other plans."

"You set this up didn't you? Just to get to see me?"

"Don't be ridiculous. How could I arrange for the lift to shut in the face of a would-be fellow passenger, hang about til you decided to use it, then have it go to a level that isn't supposed to exist and proceed to lose the capability to move again."

Comprehension dawned on her face, quickly followed by anger. Marcus was very glad that he hadn't had this particular idea. "Sheridan! He took a call in his office then came out and sent me on this wild .... with this, this IMPORTANT crystal."

"We have both been set up then, Stephen must have called ahead in order to trap me in this particular lift. Funny, I didn't think he was devious enough to fool me."

"They had help, Sheridan didn't push any buttons or talk to anyone, but he did look at Corwin. Wait til I...."

"I wonder what they intend us to do locked in a turbolift?" he asked innocently, completely ignoring the fierce look she gave him, "Did you say something about a data crystal?"

"Yes, the Captain gave me one to deliver to G'Kar."

"Since that was a ruse, perhaps he recorded a message for us"

Susan inserted the crystal into the Babcom interface and Sheridan's smiling face appeared.

"Susan, Marcus, you may have noticed that you've been set up. Your friends decided that as stubborn as you both are, you would probably take a long time to have a date. We decided to speed up the process, so here you are, nice private locale, with a picnic lunch in the package in the corner. Your link is off-line as of now Susan. We'll restore power to the lift in oh, 3 or 4 hours, so have a nice time and we'll see you later." As his message ended, romantic jazz music began playing softly.

"Why that.... when I get out of here, I am going to kill them in order of rank, first Corwin, then Stephen, then the Captain, as slowly as possible."

"And as for you..."she turned to Marcus who cringed slightly." You do realize that I'm the laughingstock of the whole station."

"Really?" he said with some fire of his own. "You mean you've been poisoned, delirious for 2 whole days, shouting 'I love Marcus'? That explains why you haven't been 'round. Not that I expected any more roses, mind you, but a card would have been nice."

"There you go again with those roses. I was returning them to you. You left them outside my quarters."

"Not guilty. You must have another admirer. I hope he's not too taken with you though . I'm not quite up for another fight to the death at the moment." Deciding to change the subject to a less volatile one (or so he thought), Marcus began to open the package and said "Let's see what we have here."

"Not interested" said Susan, doing her best to pace in the rather limited space, which led to her slipping on the edge of Marcus' cape and...

"What the..."

"Oof" was Marcus' reply/reaction as she landed square in his lap. As he struggled to get his breath back she didn't help much as she tried to get off his lap and pushed on his chest to get up. "Susan" he managed to gasp, "I'm having enough trouble getting my wind back without you compressing my lungs. Do you mind?"

"I am trying to, you caped ...Ranger, you. Why do you always wear the same outfit? Don't you own any other clothes?"

"No" he stated simply, shrugging out of his cape and folding it to make a cushion. "Perhaps for our second date you could take me shopping?"

"No"

"No for another date or no for shopping?"

"Yes"

"You're confusing me."

"Good. Now how are we going to get out of here?"

"Why not wait for them? I for one could use some real food, after 4 days in Medlab. Aren't you hungry?"

"No" Susan started to say, then her stomach growled loudly.

"I take that as a yes. Why don't you sit down," patted the floor next to him "and use my ever-present cape as a back cushion and I'll see what they packed for us."

She reluctantly sat down as he unpacked the picnic lunch. "Let's see: a cloth , sandwiches, pickles, various other goodies, cold drinks, and for dessert, chocolate cake with hot bottles of caff to go with it. Looks delicious, much better than your average mess hall lunch."

Susan, her voice rising with each word, said "Right, but if I was eating in the mess hall I would get to choose who to eat with and not have to listen to this music." As if on cue, the music changed from soft jazz to romantic classical. "Instead, I'm stuck in a turbolift with you and the soundtrack from a sappy romance vid."

Marcus, in a quiet tone that echoed the wounded look in his eyes, said "Is it really so bad? I thought you had feelings for me?"

Susan, feeling like she had gut-shot Bambi, said penitently "'Marcus, I do. I just need time to sort them out. Being trapped into spending time with you instead of choosing the time and place...I'm angry at them for tricking us. I'm not angry at you, really.' 'Now what did you say we had to eat?'"

"Simple fare, really, but with you beside me, it will taste like a 5 course banquet" he said as he set the food out on the cloth. They ate in companionable silence and he was emboldened enough to spend most of his time looking at her. Over dessert, when their eyes met, it felt as if the hot caff had spread to her furthermost nerve endings.

"Do you think they forgot to leave life support on? It's getting warmer in here." she said nervously.

His eyes never leaving hers, Marcus shook his head, "No, but I'm rather warm as well, must be the hot caff" (She is so beautiful, I'm glad they tricked us).

"Yes, the caff." said Susan (If he doesn't stop looking at me like that, I'm gonna combust).

Silence stretched between them, a silence that spoke volumes. Both of them thinking (I wonder if I should kiss her/him?) broken by the sound of footsteps.

"People! Maybe they can get us out of here!" Susan said eagerly.

"Hang on a bit. There isn't supposed to be anyone down here. Let's listen a minute before we go attracting their attention." Quiet again, they pressed their ears to the lift doors.

"....that's right. Sheridan and his Minbari freak will be coming out of their council meeting at 1300, then they plan to go to the gardens. We'll take care of them then ..." and the voice faded out.

"The Captain"

"Entil-Zha."

"We've got to get out of here" in chorus. Looking around, there was not much to work with. The lift controls were frozen, with only the speaker system, light, and environmental controls functioning. They both looked up at the same time to the emergency escape hatch located in the ceiling. The very-far-up, built for tall aliens ceiling.

"Looks like we get to work together again" Marcus said. "Want a lift?"

"Love one." He braced himself against the wall and clasped his hands for a step. Susan used this, then climbed onto his shoulders. He stood up slowly and she began to use one of the table knives to open the hatch.

"Too bad we didn't think of this before lunch" he murmured.

"What's that?" she asked looking down at him and accidentally dropping one of the loosened screws, which promptly bounced off his head.

"'Susan, while I usually appreciate the fact that we're almost the same size, it is harder to appreciate that fact when you have been standing on my shoulders for this long' (even if it shows me a view of you I've never seen before). 'After all, I have been lying in Medlab for four days, near death for half that time.'"

He felt close to death again when he saw the steely look in her eyes as she said "Are you implying that I'm fat?"

"No, no I think you're practically perfect in every way. It's just, in this situation, I wouldn't mind if you were a little more petite."

"'But if I were "petite" I wouldn't be able to help pull you up' Susan said as she loosened the last screw 'Watch out below'" and opened the hatch. She pulled herself through the opening and lay down, extending her arms down to Marcus. He pulled the data crystal from the companel and stuck it in a pocket, then jumped and grabbed her arms, pulling himself up to the hatch edge, then up to the shaft.

"Why did you get the data crystal?" she whispered.

"Just sentimental, I guess, wanted a memento from our first date" he said smiling as they caught their breath. "What next?"

"We climb the access ladder to level 16, force the doors, and warn the Captain."

"Right then. After you" he made a sweeping gesture towards the ladder. They climbed as quickly as possible, not talking, saving their breath for climbing. After forcing the doors open, they looked at the nearest Babcom display. It read 1285. No time for Security, the would-be assassins could have someone on the inside. Just time to run, commandeer the nearest lift, run some more. Marcus thought of Stephen's instructions that morning: oh well, if this didn't kill him, Stephen probably would. Susan was thinking strategy, even as she appropriated a startled Security officer's PPG.

They burst into the gardens just as Sheridan and Delenn walked in another door. Not breaking stride, Marcus and Susan grabbed the other two pushing them back through the doorway and down. PPG fire burnt the bulkhead where they would have been standing.

"What the..." Sheridan started.

"Nice to see you, too, Captain. Couldn't let the bad guys kill you, want to have that privilege myself" said Susan, gun drawn and looking for a target.

"Entil-Zha" Marcus said, performing a sketchier bow than normal, "How many do you think Susan?"

"I don't know, maybe 2 or 3 at the most. Wouldn't want to draw too much attention beforehand."

" And weapons?"

"Probably knives for the most part, the PPG was probably a last minute idea since we spoiled their surprise."

In the meantime, Sheridan had called Security on his link. They were on their way, now was the most dangerous time: the assassins could either flee or make one final effort. They chose the latter. Marcus barely got his pike extended when they were rushed. Susan winged the one with the PPG, but then hers was knocked out of her hand. Marcus knocked out her assailant, then whirled and knocked down one that was about to stab Delenn. Sheridan had not been idle, either, punching the former PPG wielder's lights out. That took care of the would-be killers. That was the signal for Security to arrive, much to Marcus' relief.

"Good. They can pick up the bodies, then. I think I've had enough exercise for today" he said wearily and sat down on the floor.

"Really?" Sheridan asked, a mischievous look in his eyes.

"Yes. I've supported Ivanova's weight while she did lift maintenance, climbed up ladders, ran halfway across the station, and fought assassins. I think I should have stayed in Medlab."

"But you had fun earlier, didn't you?" Sheridan prompted.

Marcus replied "'A gentleman never tells' and pulled himself up with his pike. 'Now if you'd be so kind as to have Lt. Corwin move my personal lift up to this level, I have some ... clothing to retrieve'". Susan having supervised the handling of the thugs, came back in time to overhear this remark.

"Here, Marcus, let me help you" and offered her arm.

"Thank you Susan. Good-bye Entil-Zha, Captain" as they strolled slowly through the garden.

- - - - - - - - - - -

The next morning....

Lt. David Corwin hadn't been this nervous since the first day he had set foot in C&C. He reported early for duty, but Ivanova had been earlier. She didn't look at him any differently, maybe she wasn't angry. A light was blinking on his console, alerting him of a text-only message waiting for him. He downloaded it and broke out in a cold sweat as he read:

Famous last words: I was just following orders.

Instead of a period at the end, there was a grinning skull. He wished he had followed his first impulse, that of calling in sick and hiding in his quarters. Ivanova's face gave nothing away, it was as if the message had come from someone else. But he knew it was from her, wasn't it? Susan turned away from Corwin to look out the viewport and allowed herself a quick grin: One down, two to go.

- - - - - - - - - - -

Later that same day...

Stephen Franklin was not a happy man. Autopsies were never fun, but a message, left by one of his staff, asked that he look at this body. It was an alien of unknown origin who had died of unknown causes. He told the computer to begin recording, then began describing the body: "A spheroid, roughly 1 meter in length, with rubberlike skin and no noticeable features. 4 limbs, approximately 1/4 meter in length each, am preparing to make preliminary cut in the chest area" as he used his scalpel to cut through the tough skin.

Pop!!!

He jumped about a foot in the air and wished he had jumped further. It was a stink bomb as well as a balloon. "Susan!" he yelled. Out of sight, in the corridor next to Medlab, she smiled and thought: 2 down.

- - - - - - - - - - -

The next morning...

Susan was up early, even for her. Sheridan was a creature of habit and it was payback time. A little fiddling with some temperature controls and ...

"Aaugh"

Sheridan's yell of surprise and shock as the 1 degree above freezing water hit him reached the corridor outside his quarters where Susan waited. "'Yes!' she said with a broad smile. 'I guess our little joke doesn't seem so funny now, does it Captain?'"

- - - - - - - - - - -

Later that week....

He stood outside her quarters, nervously shifting from one foot to another. He felt naked without his pike. Oh well, she had agreed to this date, it shouldn't be as bad as the first. He rang her door.

"Come" he heard.

Hope she likes... he thought as the door opened and he walked in, then lost all thoughts at the sight of Susan in a low-cut, floor length sapphire dress that matched her eyes. Her hair was loose around her shoulders and she wore a sapphire pendant. If someone had asked him his name at that moment, he wouldn't have been able to tell them.

Susan was surprised as well. (He had some new clothes) was her first thought. Her second was (I like them). Marcus wore an open-necked Prussian blue form-fitting shirt with short sleeves that emphasized his muscles with charcoal slacks to match. His hands were behind his back, hiding something. She recovered first:

"You went shopping without me."

"Well, since you said no to one of my questions and said yes to a second date, I thought I better not push it and went ahead without you. Do you like them?"

"Yes, yes, they're quite... nice. What do you have behind your back?"

"The direct approach. Well, I think we've established that I had nothing to do with your mystery admirer's artificial roses. I wanted you to know who this one came from" and handed her a real, blue rose, just barely beginning to open.

"A real rose! How did you get a real rose out here?" Susan took the rose and smelled it, the fragrance nearly overwhelming her. "It's beautiful, thank you Marcus."

"Not half as beautiful as its recipient. Now, shall we go to dinner? I know this nice little place that serves other hard-to-get items, with candlelight and music to accompany them."

"In other words, don't ask the waiter where the food came from?"

"Exactly."

"I can do that." He offered her his arm and they went to dinner arm-in-arm, a pair of hearts who needed no words to express their feelings.

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