NODA
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Copyright 1999 by NODA
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*CHANCE ENCOUNTER*
Lennier strolled through the gardens on Babylon 5, no particular destination in mind. Delenn had excused him for the evening. Although she hadn't told him she'd be with Sheridan, he suspected that's where she was.
Walking the paths, he allowed his mind to roam to the nature of John and Delenn's relationship. He knew they were friends--allies--but there was something more there as well. Neither one articulated it, but the energy Delenn and Sheridan radiated when they were in a room together was hard to ignore.
Lennier wasn't sure how he felt about Delenn's deepening feelings for the Captain. He never presumed he would be in her life in a romantic capacity, but he loved her just the same. There was nothing she could ask of him that he wouldn't find some way to achieve. Even if that meant standing by and watching her grow closer to a Human.
Rounding a corner, Lennier noticed a woman sitting on one of the benches, tears rolling down her face. She wasn't sobbing. She was sitting with her head back, looking at the stars through transparent panels above the gardens, as large tears slowly leaked from her eyes.
Lennier froze, unsure if he should return the way he came, allowing her privacy, or if he should advance, offering to be of some assistance. The decision was taken from him as she sighed a name then looked back down, noticing him hesitating on the gravel path.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, quickly wiping the moisture from her face. "I thought I was alone."
"I'm sorry to disturb you," Lennier said, bowing slightly, backing away to retrace his steps.
"You didn't," she said, stopping him. "I was getting ready to go. Please, don't leave on my account."
Lennier smiled slightly at the Human woman before him. Her shoulder length black hair was coming out of the restraint that attempted to hold it off her oval face. Her equally dark eyes were bright with tears she was trying to hold in check. He didn't know much about different Earth races, but there was something about her features that reminded him of Sinclair's fiancée, Catherine Sakai.
The woman rose, gathering a small case that Lennier recognized as being from Earth Force. He'd seen similar cases on the station. It usually meant someone hadn't returned from a battle. In a moment of uncharacteristic boldness, he spoke.
"Someone you knew?" he asked gently, looking at the case the woman held.
She nodded, rubbing her hand lovingly over the satin surface of the box. "My husband. The only thing Earth Force could return to me. A posthumous medal of honor."
"May I?" Lennier asked.
She nodded, opening the case, revealing a military pin, with a medallion which read "Valor."
"Jarod was one of the bravest men I've ever known. I know he would have laid down his life for his comrades. But knowing he was an honorable man, isn't a lot of comfort, sometimes, you know?"
Lennier merely nodded. He'd been in Temple most of the Earth-Minbari war. But being from the religious caste hadn't excluded him from losing loved ones during the war. He knew the pain she felt at the thought of never seeing her husband again. Although he'd never been joined to another, he thought how he'd feel if he lost Delenn. Nothing in the Universe would fill the gap in his soul.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't catch your name."
Lennier smiled. Humans were so forward, sometimes. They didn't know it was rude to ask a Minbari's name without it being offered.
"I am Lennier, of the Third Fane of Chudomo," he said, forming his hands into a triangular shape, bowing slightly. The woman smiled and nodded.
"I'm Linnaea Reese, formerly of . . .Osaka, Earth," she added, as if she thought his recitation of family ties was where he was from. She stuck out her hand, which Lennier accepted and shook. He'd known enough Humans to recognize their gesture of greeting, although, he still thought it an odd form of introduction.
There was an awkward silence, then Linnaea said, "I should be going. The woman who's watching my daughter was expecting me about fifteen minutes ago. I just needed a little time to myself," she explained. "It was nice to meet you Mr. Lennier." With a smile and an unconscious small bow, Linnaea turned, leaving the gardens.
Lennier watched her walk away, confused at their quick conversation. He wondered when her husband had died. Rather recently, he guessed by the raw pain he'd seen on her face. Not that a person ever fully recovers from the loss of a loved one. What confused him more, was her attitude towards him.
The people he normally associated with were almost always polite, conscious of his status as Delenn's aide. When he went out among the "common" people of the station, that wasn't usually the case. The first, and sometimes only thing they noticed was he was Minbari. Humans were often the worst, still carrying grudges from the war. Linnaea didn't make him feel uneasy. In fact, in the short time he'd spoken with her, he'd felt quite comfortable, which was unusual for any person, of any race.
Walking back to his quarters, he was surprised to find his mind still on Linnaea. He'd gone to the botanical area in an effort to clear his head, to prepare for mediation, but all he could think of was the grief in her eyes.
He wondered at the child she mentioned. How old was she? Old enough to miss her father's presence and ask her mother questions? Was that why Linnaea felt the need gather her thoughts before returning home? Perhaps her husband had just died and she'd been preparing a way to inform her daughter. He didn't mean to be callus, but people died everyday. Why should this stranger's pain affect him so?
Once in his quarters, Lennier tried to meditate, but the calming state wouldn't come. His mind was too attached to the present for him to reach a place of peace. He had a feeling it was going to be a long night.
**********
Lennier was still mulling over his meeting with the woman in the gardens at his conference with Delenn in her quarters the following morning. He'd been correct when he'd predicted a sleepless night.
"Lennier?" Delenn asked, lightly touching him on the arm.
"I'm sorry, Delenn. You were saying?"
"I was talking about our agenda, but obviously that's not what you were hearing," she smiled. "This is so unlike you."
"I know, and I apologize. It won't happen again. Please continue." Lennier re-organized the papers she'd handed him, waiting for her to repeat her instructions.
"Lennier, something is obviously on your mind. Perhaps I can help."
He looked into her eyes. One of the things that hadn't changed since her transformation were her eyes. They were still kind, patient, wise. When he'd first been assigned to her, he could barely look at her face, now here he was, staring deep into her concerned eyes. How far they'd come in such a short time.
"I met a woman last night," he started.
"I see," Delenn said, trying hard to suppress a grin.
Oblivious to Delenn's insinuation, Lennier continued. "I was walking in the garden and I came across a woman, a Human, staring up at the dome, crying. I wasn't sure if I should just turn around or offer to help. As I was hesitating, she looked down and saw me." Lennier paused, trying to remember the sequence of events. They'd become rather jumbled in his memory.
"Go on," Delenn urged.
"We talked for just a moment; she showed me a metal Earth Force had given her to remember her husband by."
"I see," she repeated. "Her husband is dead, then?"
"Yes, and she said she was trying to have a few moments of peace before she returned to her daughter."
"There is a child as well," Delenn sighed, staring off into space. "It's always harder when there are children involved," she said, refocusing her gaze on her assistant.
"Do you know what she does?" Delenn asked.
"No, as I said, we barely spoke, but there was something about her that has captured my imagination. I don't know what it is. I think that is the part that is the most disturbing."
"Did you find out her name?"
"Linnaea. Linnaea Reese."
"Then perhaps you should look for her. Find out why she intrigues you so," Delenn said.
"I would not wish to intrude on her," Lennier explained.
"You could say you just wanted to see how she was doing. I doubt that would be seen as intruding."
"And then what? What would I say to her then?"
Delenn took a deep breath. "Lennier, I know you've made a few acquaintances among the other ambassadors and aides, but it would be good for you to meet some other people on the station as well. I don't mean to be insensitive, but you have led a rather sheltered life."
He knew she meant well, but it still didn't help him with what to say to Linnaea once the formalities were concluded. "I'll think about it," he said, effectively ending their conversation.
*********
As it turned out, it was Linnaea who found him. It had been a particularly grueling morning. Londo and G'Kar couldn't even agree on what daily cycle it was much less anything else. Rather than come to any sort of resolution to Narn-Centauri hostilities, they spent the majority of the assembly hurling accusations at one another, forcing Delenn, Sheridan and even on occasion Lennier himself to act as referees. Finally they had conceded to taking a break to allow tempers to cool and other members of the council a respite.
Lennier and Delenn found themselves in the Zocalo, strolling among the merchants, discussing the meeting. They were so lost in their conversation, Lennier didn't hear his name being called until Delenn nudged him. Looking up, he spied Linnaea, standing near a booth, arranging paintings and sketches. Most were of the station; interior and exterior views, designed to attract the interest of tourists.
"Lennier!" Linnaea called again, waving her hand to get his attention. Surprised at being recognized in such a public place, it took him a moment to realize who was calling.
"Is that your friend?" Delenn asked, touching his arm, causing him to recover from the shock clearly displayed on his face.
"Ye. . .yes," he stammered. "I wasn't aware she worked in the Zocalo. And I doubt the few words we exchanged could be considered a friendship."
Linnaea smiled, motioning for him to come closer, across the walk-way.
"Well?" Delenn said, "Aren't you going to speak with her?
Lennier moved forward, a slight smile now gracing his features. Once he was over the initial surprise of seeing her, he realized he was curious about her presence in the commerce area.
"Greetings, Ms. Reese," he said, steepling his fingers into a triangular shape, bowing slightly.
"'Ms. Reese?' You don't have to be so formal! Please, call me Linnaea. I hope I wasn't interrupting something," she said, looking around him to see the woman he'd been talking too.
"Ohmigosh," she said, her hand coming up to her mouth, eyes widening. "That's Ambassador Delenn! That must mean you're. . . ."
"Her aide, yes. Is there something wrong?"
"Um, no, I just. . .well I just didn't realize that. . . ."
"That what?" he prompted.
"Well, that you were so important," she stammered. "That's not what I mean! I mean of course you're important--everyone is--I guess I meant that you have such an important job." Linnaea's face suddenly suffused with color as she tried gracefully to recover. She wasn't having much luck.
Lennier's smile actually broadened. He'd never been recognized as having a important job. That wasn't necessarily true he corrected himself. On Minbar he was considered to have quite an significant position, but it had never caused the kind of reaction he'd received from Linnaea. Delenn was often the object of such attention, but aides were seldom thought of as having coveted occupations.
"I'm honored you see my appointment as significant," he said, inclining his head in her direction. Just then Delenn came up along side of Lennier, looking at him, waiting for an introduction.
"Delenn, I'd like you to meet Linnaea Reese. Linnaea, this is Ambassador Delenn of Minbar."
Linnaea bowed to Delenn, surprised when the ambassador extended her hand towards her. Casting a quick glance at Lennier, Linnaea wiped her hand on her pants before accepting Delenn's hand.
"It's nice to meet you Ms. Reese," Delenn's softly accented voice spoke.
"It's an honor, Ambassador," Linnaea said, bowing again over their clasped hands. As if realizing she still held the woman's hand, she swiftly let go, blushing once more.
"Please, call me Delenn. I've heard enough titles this past hour to last a lifetime," she lamented with a grin. Linnaea didn't appear to understand the reference, but smiled anyway.
"Are these yours?" Delenn asked, indicating the paintings and sketches adorning the booth.
"Yes," Linnaea acknowledged, almost shy about admitting to being their creator. "They're nothing spectacular, but they pay the rent."
"I think they're very good," Lennier stated, drawn to a painting in the back, a landscape. Is this where you're from?" he asked.
"Well, in a way, I suppose it is, considering it's Earth. Or the way Earth used to look before all the wars." The three of them gazed at the picture, mourning the loss of such beauty.
"I prefer to do portraits, actually," Linnaea continued. She gestured to charcoal sketches that were obviously scenes of the activity in the Zocalo. People from every known culture mixing with each other in the busy commercial area. Some were of one or two people close up, done with startling accuracy. Others were composites that held so much action, it took minutes to register all the details.
Behind the others, practically buried, Lennier found a drawing of a Narn and Centauri, postured in preparation for a fight. There was no mistaking the hatred displayed on both faces.
"I really shouldn't have that one here," Linnaea said. "Especially in light of the their war and all. I guess I just wanted to see if I could capture their mood. You could feel the animosity rolling off them, even from a distance."
"Unfortunately, you captured them too well," Delenn said, looking at the picture Lennier held. "I fear we'll see a lot more scenes like this one."
Linnaea nodded her agreement. "Well, at any rate, I shouldn't keep it here. It's not exactly conducive to sales to tourists."
Delenn continued to stare at the picture.
"Would you like to have it?" Linnaea inquired.
"I believe so. How much is it?" she asked.
"Oh, you can have it. Like I said, I'd probably just take it home. I'd rather someone had it than storing it in a closet."
"I can't just accept such a gift," Delenn said, looking to Lennier, as if he could explain it to her.
"To accept a gift of such value, something must be given in exchange," Lennier told Linnaea.
"Let me sketch you--both of you. That will be my payment. I rarely get the opportunity to draw someone who's standing still!"
Lennier and Delenn exchanged glances again, silently agreeing to be subjects of Linnaea's art.
"Great!" she exclaimed, gathering her pencils and paper.
Concentrating on her models, at first Linnaea didn't notice the crowd that started to gather, until the expressions on their faces changed. She was used to attracting attention as she drew, but she could see Lennier and Delenn weren't.
"I'm sorry about all the notice; I forget how curious people are. I'll be done in a moment."
True to her word, in a minute she was turning the pad around for them to see.
Lennier thought it was amazing. She seemed to capture them perfectly. Delenn's quiet nobility; he standing by her side, steadfast. He couldn't believe she'd managed to capture them so well, especially in the few minutes she'd taken to complete the portrait. Looking over at Delenn, he could see she was impressed as well.
Linnaea tore the paper from her pad and handed the drawing to Lennier. "One for you too," she said with a smile. "And don't tell me you owe me something. It's good practice for me. You really did do me a favor."
Any objection Lennier had died on his lips, as he accepted her gift with a silent nod.
The hourly chime reminded Delenn of their need to return to the council. Touching Lennier's arm she told him they had to be getting back.
"Thank you again for the gifts," Delenn said, bowing. "It was nice to meet you, Linnaea."
"The honor was mine Am. . .Delenn," she smiled.
"Lennier?" Delenn said, drawing his attention to her and away from the portrait he continued to stare at.
"Oh, Yes." looking up at Linnaea, he thanked her as well.
"I'll see you around, right?" Linnaea called to Lennier as he and Delenn started to leave.
"Yes," was all he managed to say before he was hurrying after Delenn. Catching up to her, Lennier noticed a knowing smile on her face.
"Now that wasn't so hard, was it?"
*********
Lennier was exhausted. Meetings in the council chambers lasted for hours with no real resolution. He knew Delenn was tired too, as she simply bid him good night without issuing instructions for preparations for the next day.
Retiring to his quarters, he tried to relax, to meditate. But as was becoming his rule, rather than an exception, he found he couldn't concentrate enough to find the calm he sought. Frustrated, he gave up, opting for another walk in the gardens.
Wandering through the hedge maze, Lennier wondered at his mind's insistence of associating the arbor with Linnaea. He'd only had two brief encounters with her, yet everything he noticed in the garden seemed to touch off memories of her. He wasn't even in the section where he'd first met her, yet his mind saw her standing there.
He'd reached the center of the maze, chose a bench, trying once more to center his thoughts. He'd almost succeeded when he heard Linnaea's voice in his head again. Only this time it was a laugh, and he realized the sound was coming from outside his head. Opening his eyes, he saw Linnaea a few feet from him, one hand on her hip, the other holding the hand of a small child.
"I just can't seem to lose you, can I?" She smiled.
"I didn't know you wished me lost," he replied, totally serious, rising to leave.
"Lennier! Wait! It was a joke! Because we keep running into each other!"
He stopped, contemplated her words, then smiled briefly. "Ahhh."
"I didn't mean anything by it," she apologized. "Don't Minbari tease each other?"
"Yes, but not in the same manner Humans seem to," he observed.
"Well, Humans do it when they like someone. I didn't mean to be rude."
Her words warmed him. It was a sign of affection? He hadn't thought that perhaps she'd continued to think of him and their meeting as well. Lennier noticed the small girl hiding slightly behind Linnaea's leg.
"Your daughter?" he asked.
"Yes," she said, taking her eyes off his to pull the child forward. "This is Caleah." Bending down she whispered in her ear,
"This is the man I was telling you about. The one I drew today."
Caleah looked at Lennier, smiled, then buried herself in her mother's embrace. Standing, taking the girl with her, Linnaea offered an explanation.
"She's usually shy around new people. Give her a minute and she'll talk your ear off."
Unconsciously, Lennier touched one of his small ears. Noticing the gesture, Linnaea smiled again.
"I guess I'm going to have to watch my colloquialisms. I just meant that she isn't so shy once she gets to know someone."
Lennier simply nodded. Linnaea moved towards the bench, taking a seat next to him. He was surprised at how easily they seemed to fall into a conversation. He was curious about people, but wasn't usually so comfortable with new acquaintances. Linnaea had surprised him on many fronts, he realized. From her talent as an artist to her unspoken acceptance of him. Most Humans were uncomfortable around him. He had to admit to being uncomfortable around them as well. Even though the war had been over for years, it was as if a huge rock sat between the Minbari and Humans. Both sides tried to breech the rock, but they were rarely successful.
He was fairly relaxed with the command staff of the station, but that had come from his long association with them. The ease he felt with Linnaea was different, all the more astonishing because he'd barely met her.
"Lennier?" she asked, "is something wrong? You're so quiet all of a sudden."
"As you Humans say, 'lost in my thoughts.' It was a very long day," he said.
Linnaea nodded in agreement. "For me too. After you left, two fights broke out. Fortunately Security was near-by and subdued them. Narns and Centauri again," she said, shaking her head. I wonder when all the hostility is going to end. I wish people could accept they're different and learn from their diversity instead of fearing it."
Maybe that's why Linnaea didn't see him as only Minbari when she looked at him. She saw a person. Different from herself, but someone worth getting to know.
In the course of their conversation Caleah began to slowly move away from her mother, towards Lennier. She stood on the bench between them, staring at him. Lennier could see the child taking in his features, almost as if she were cataloging them. Linnaea watched her daughter, ready to remove her if she became a pest.
Silently, Caleah continued to regard Lennier, slowly reaching out a hand towards his head.
"Caleah!" Linnaea called out sharply, causing the girl to jerk.
"It's okay," Lennier said, smiling at Caleah. She reached out her hand again, lightly stroking his bone crest. Giggling, she ran back to her mother's arms.
"It feels like a sea shell, mommy!"
Linnaea blushed at her child's observation, but looking at him, she realized it probably did feel like a shell. There was a moment of awkwardness before Linnaea stood and announced,
"Well, we should be going. Caleah hasn't had her dinner yet."
Lennier rose too, bowing slightly. "I should probably eat something as well. Perhaps then I will be able to meditate."
"Would you like to join us? We were just going to get something from one of the stands. Caleah likes to watch all the people. I wonder where she gets that from?" she grinned.
Lennier thought for a moment. He'd never had dinner in one of the public establishments, preferring the solitude of his quarters. But the day had been one of many new experiences.
"Yes, I think that I would like that," he said.
"Wonderful! Shall we go?"
*********
Dinner was an experience Lennier would never forget. Besides the crowded space where a few tables lined the walkway near the entrance to the Zocalo, there was the food itself. It was Human food. He knew physically his body could process it, but he wasn't sure he wanted it too. Linnaea ordered for all of them, gathered up the containers, pointing out an empty table. Lennier simply followed her, unsure what he should do.
"Have a seat," Linnaea invited, helping Caleah to a chair of her own. The little girl appeared to be about two or three Earth years old, but her quiet nature almost made her seem younger.
Lennier sat, waiting for Linnaea to distribute the food, and hopefully instruct him on the rituals necessary before eating. She passed two paper trays his way as she gave one to Caleah. He watched Linnaea as she picked up the food with her hands, taking a bite, losing some of the contents in the process.
Wiping her hands on a napkin, she asked, "is something wrong? Don't you like tacos?"
"I do not know. I've never had a 'taco.'" Lennier said, staring at the mixture of ingredients in some type of edible container.
"I'm sorry! I should have asked you first! Do you even eat meat?"
"Occasionally, yes. But I have never eaten Human food before. I am unsure what rituals you perform before you take your meals."
"Rituals? You mean like praying or something? Some people express gratitude to whatever deity they believe in, but my family wasn't very religious."
"I see," Lennier said, continuing to stare at his food.
"So, dig in," she said. "Caleah and I don't have any rituals."
"'Dig in?'"
"You know, just go ahead and eat. Unless there are some rituals you wish to perform?" Linnaea asked hesitantly. Both were so conscious of offending the other that the atmosphere was becoming tense.
"EAT!" Caleah demanded of Lennier. The command was spoken in such seriousness, he couldn't help but smile. He and Linnaea looked at each other and began to laugh, the awkwardness evaporating.
Lennier picked up the shell in the same manner he'd seen Linnaea eat hers; trying to keep the contents in the wrapping, but failing miserably.
Handing him a napkin, Linnaea apologized. "Maybe I should have chosen something a little less messy for your introduction to Human cuisine,"
"It's actually quite good," Lennier lied. He didn't want her to think he was rejecting her choice. He took another tentative bite, then set what remained of the taco in the tray it was served in.
"I guess I'm not as hungry as I thought," he added, hoping she wouldn't be offended that he didn't try the second one.
"You've got some on your face," Linnaea told him, trying to indicate the spot where he had sauce on his cheek. He missed the spot, and she automatically leaned over to wipe the remnant from his face. Lennier backed up slightly, startled at the intimate gesture.
"Sorry, I guess I just get in the habit, taking care of Caleah." At the mention of her name, the girl looked up, obviously having enjoyed her taco very much as it covered her face.
"Oh, Sweetie, you're a mess!" Linnaea lovingly admonished her daughter.
"'Nier too!" she called out, laughing as Lennier took another precautionary swipe with a napkin across his face.
"Yes, Lennier made a mess too," she agreed, casting a shy look in his direction. "But that was Mama's fault."
Lennier watched the tender way in which Linnaea cleaned her daughter up. There was something different about Caleah, he decided. Perhaps it was her mixed ancestry. Lennier guessed her father had been of a different Earth race judging from the softer features she shared with her mother.
"I'm sorry this wasn't quite the introduction to Human food you were expecting," Linnaea said again. How about we get some ice cream? Do you like things that are cold and sweet?"
"I don't know," Lennier answered honestly. Why don't we find out?"
"Ice cream! Ice cream!" Caleah chanted as her mother helped her down.
"I guess you figured out it's a favorite with Caleah," Linnaea laughed.
"Then I'm sure I'll enjoy it," Lennier said.
Walking slowly through the Zocalo, Lennier asked Linnaea how she came to be on Babylon 5.
"Jarod and I weren't sure where we were going. All we knew was things were getting bad on Earth, and they weren't much better on Mars. Proxima III was an option, but we just hadn't decided. He was still in the Earth Force Reserves, so when his orders came through to join the troops that were supposed to be heading to Io, he was already here." Linnaea was silent for a moment, then continued.
"Jarod always said there was something not right about the Reserves being called in for training exercises, but orders were orders. It wasn't until after the fact that I--we all--found out that it was a cover story for the battle on Akdor. You know the really sad part? He only had six months to go before his commitment was up. Six more months and we wouldn't have to jump every time the comm sounded." Tears were beginning to gather in her eyes, which she hastily wiped away.
"Well, all we can do is go on, right? It's just the irony of it all that really hurts," she said.
Linnaea was very close. At a loss as to how to console her, Lennier slipped his arm around her small shoulders, giving her a reassuring hug.
He was surprised how natural the action felt. Normally he would never dream of being so bold, especially in public. But there was something almost familiar about Linnaea. Delenn would have told him their souls recognized each other. It wasn't that he didn't believe in the teachings of the Temple, so much as the fact that Linnaea was Human. He'd always assumed when he met someone he would think of as a soul mate, she would be Minbari. He didn't doubt the truth of Delenn's discovery; that Minbari souls were being reborn in Humans. It was more that he hadn't expected to find himself considering a Human as a possible soul mate.
Lennier shook his head to clear it. He'd just met this woman! How could he even be thinking they had a connection that bridged that kind of racial divide? Removing his arm, Linnaea stood away from him, smiling her thanks for his understanding. She too seemed to have been comfortable with his show of support, but now appeared almost shy.
Just then he heard a man call Linnaea's name.
"Linnaea? Yeah, it's her! Charlie I told you it was her!" The man walked over to them, sweeping Linnaea up into a bear hug. He wore the uniform of an Earth Force Gropo, obviously familiar with the woman in his arms. Letting go of Linnaea, he picked up Caleah.
"How you doin' honey? I was real sorry to hear about Jarod. He was a damn good man. He didn't deserve what he got."
"I'm fine, Roy. We're both fine," she said, taking Caleah from the big man's arms.
"Well, if you need anything, you be sure to let me know. I promised him, you know? Promised him I'd look out for you two if anything ever. . .you know. . .happened."
Linnaea forced a smile. "I know, and we appreciate it. But we're doing good," she repeated. Roy's gaze fell on Lennier, looking him up and down.
"This Bone Head been giving you any trouble?" he asked, towering over Lennier.
"Roy! Stop it! This is my friend Lennier, of the Minbari Federation. He's not a 'Bone Head!'"
"Oh, well then, excuuuse me," he said, sweeping low into a mocking bow. "You just never associated with anyone from the 'Minbari Federation' before. I thought maybe he was bothering you." Roy's voice held a threat of warning, but Lennier simply regarded the man as he did any posturing bully, Human or other race; with a look of calm, almost amusement. His small stature belied his abilities to take on opponents even twice his size; Lennier was confident in his prowess.
"He's not the one bothering me," Linnaea said, pointedly. "Look, Roy," she sighed. "I appreciate what you're trying to do. Really. If I need anything, I promise, I'll call you." looking across the walkway noticing his friends waiting for him.
"Your buddies are expecting you. Go and have a good time. Thanks for your concern."
Roy couldn't ignore the dismissal in her tone. He nodded to her, giving Lennier one more warning glance.
"Take care, Honey."
The both watched as Roy joined his friends, obviously they had become the topic of conversation from the way the men stared. Linnaea shivered.
"God, he gives me the creeps sometimes."
"I thought he was your friend?" Lennier asked.
"Not mine, Jarod's. You know, I sometimes wondered what he saw in that man. Must be something you don't 'get' unless your a soldier. Of all his friends to ask to look out for us. . . ." Linnaea gave him a weak smile. "Well, enough of that. I thought we were going to get some ice cream," she said with forced levity.
"Ice cream!" Caleah cried, causing Linnaea's face to light up with a genuine smile. Looking up at Lennier she said,
"Shall we?"
*********
Lennier lay on his slanted bed contemplating the evening. It was quite unlike what he had expected. From the sampling of Human food (he found he enjoyed 'ice cream' very much), to the unpleasant encounter with the soldiers in the Zocalo, to Linnaea herself. She was the greatest mystery, but then he'd always embraced the mysterious, he realized.
In Temple, many of the teachings were vague, shrouded in double meanings and myth. He'd always found the unraveling of these mysteries to be most satisfying. But that wasn't the case with Linnaea.
He wished to understand her behavior towards him, but had no point of reference. He barely knew her, yet he felt they'd been associated for years. He rarely felt so comfortable in the presence of strangers, but there was something about Linnaea that pulled at his soul.
Perhaps it was having met her in a moment of grief. Maybe all he felt for her was the desire to help. When he looked into her eyes, he didn't feel that way though. He felt warm. Content. In a way he never had before. At times he felt that way in Delenn's presence, but it was different too. He respected Delenn. If he were honest with himself, he was a bit awed as well. It wasn't due to her former position as Satai, but the person she was and was becoming.
His feelings for Linnaea weren't couched in tradition and ritual respect. All he knew was when the soldier embraced her, he felt more than just his protective nature kick in. He was jealous. How could he be jealous of a woman he'd just met?
Lennier got up to get a drink; it was apparent he wasn't going to get much sleep that night either. Crossing past the sofa, he saw the sketch Linnaea had given him. It was remarkable how much detail she'd drawn into the picture in so short a time. Without vanity, Lennier regarded the drawing. He thought she represented him well; Delenn too. A few days ago he would have reveled in the fact he had a remembrance of Delenn. Now, the only memories the picture invoked were that of the artist.
Shaking his head he continued to the kitchen to fetch his water. He needed to get some sleep if he were going to be of any use to Delenn at the council meetings later that morning. He'd always been able to focus, to set aside any problems that weighed on his conscience. Why couldn't he do the same with Linnaea?
*********
"Lennier?" Delenn shook him slightly, causing him to jump. "Are you feeling all right? I've never known you to doze off during a briefing!"
"I'm sorry, Delenn. You're right, this isn't like me. I apologize." Lennier was truly flustered, realizing the inappropriateness of his behavior.
Delenn just smiled indulgently, leaning back on her couch, observing him. "Lennier, in all the time that I have known you, I've never seen you so distracted. Would you like to talk about it?"
"I. . .no. Thank you for the offer, though. Shall we get back to the Drazi's petition?"
"In a moment," she said. "You didn't sleep well last night, did you?"
Lennier sighed, then confessed, "no, I did not."
"What's bothering you?" she asked gently.
Gathering his thoughts, he decided to confide in her. Not only would Delenn cease to rest until she had the information she wanted, she did have an insight into females. And since her change, Human females as well.
"I met Linnaea in the gardens again last night."
"I see," she said, trying hard not to smile.
"It wasn't planned. I was trying to meditate, and when I couldn't achieve a calming state, I decided to try the gardens."
He told her of his evening, even including his reactions to Human food.
"I admit," Delenn said, "that their food is one of their greatest challenges. But no greater than the challenge of trying to understand them. I will tell you a secret, Lennier. I don't think they understand themselves. They act as if they are on the right path, but they search for the meaning of life in much the same manner as Minbari. We are more alike than either would like to admit. Perhaps that is why there is still so much animosity between our peoples. We see in each other that which we do not like about ourselves, ascribing it to their being Human or Minbari, thus justifying the continued hatred."
Lennier merely nodded. He'd had evidence of that hatred with his encounter of the Gropos in the Zocalo.
"I think that you should stop fighting your desire to get to know this woman better. She obviously sees you as a friend. Who's to say it might not become more?"
Lennier looked up at her last words. "I didn't say I wanted it to become more."
Delenn lay a hand on his arm. "You didn't have to."
"Am I really that transparent?"
"Only to me," she smiled. "Now, about the Drazi Petition. . . ."
*********
In the weeks that followed, Lennier found himself spending more and more time with Linnaea. At first he told himself he was looking for something in the Zocalo when he'd find himself before her booth. Soon it was arranged meetings in the garden with her and Caleah. Before long he was spending time with her in her quarters.
He hadn't even noticed the progression until one day he was sharing some refreshment with Garibaldi. Normally, Lennier didn't care for the station's drinking establishments, but the security chief asked if he'd join him. The drawn look on the older man's face made Lennier think sharing a drink with him might actually be of some help.
Surprisingly, they were good drinking buddies; Lennier didn't fare any better with alcohol than Garibaldi did.
"So, who's this woman I've been hearing about?" Garibaldi asked, taking a sip from his glass of juice.
"What woman would that be?" Lennier asked, truly confused by his question.
"The one you've been seeing. From the Zocalo?" he said, as if he had to remind him.
"I wasn't aware that my associations were public knowledge."
"Hey, it's a small station," Garibaldi joked. "Besides, you've been floating on air for a couple of weeks now. Isn't that right, Vir?"
Lennier looked to his right where the Centauri aide sat.
"Most definitely!" he agreed. "In fact, I was just saying to Londo that I couldn't remember seeing you so 'cheerful.'"
"So what gives?" Garibaldi said, nudging Lennier's shoulder.
"There is nothing to tell. I met her in the gardens one night and we found we had quite a lot in common. We're friends."
At that moment, Lennier heard someone call his name. Turning around, he saw Linnaea making her way across the crowded bar. A grin spread across Lennier's face as he watched her approach.
"Just friends," Garibaldi said, leaning around Lennier to make eye contact with Vir.
"I wish I had such a 'friend,'" Vir added, giving Garibaldi a wink.
Lennier was oblivious to his comrade's teasing as his eyes remained focused on Linnaea. He knew he had a ridiculous grin pasted on his face, but he couldn't help it. Seeing her just made him smile.
"Hi," she said, locking eyes with his, her voice warm. "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" looking at the men flanking Lennier.
"Oh, no, no!" Garibaldi answered a bit too enthusiastically. "We were just going, weren't we Vir?''
Vir continued to stare at Linnaea, entranced.
"I said, 'weren't we Vir?"
"Oh! Yes of course! We were just leaving!"
"That isn't necessary," Linnaea said. "I just saw you, so I thought I'd say 'hello.' Who are your friends?" she asked.
Since he had turned around, Garibaldi was now on his right, so Lennier introduced him first.
"Michael Garibaldi, head of station security. Linnaea Reese."
"It's nice to meet you, Ms. Reese," he said with a charming smile, extending his hand.
"And Vir Cotto, Ambassadorial Aide to Londo Mollari from Centauri Prime," he said, turning to his left.
Vir took her hand and began to pump it excessively. "It really is an honor, Ms. Reese! Lennier was just telling us how you met! I think it's terribly romantic, meeting in the gardens and. . . "
"Vir!" Garibaldi scolded. "I really think we should be going now, don't you?"
Vir didn't miss the warning in Michael's voice. "Yes, yes. I suppose you're right. I do have that . . . thing I have to do for Londo."
"It was nice to have met you," Garibaldi said to Linnaea as he practically pulled Vir out of the bar.
"Yes! Nice to have met you!" Vir called over his shoulder.
Linnaea watched them exit the bar, shaking her head. "Well that was interesting. Don't you know anyone normal, besides me, that is?"
"I'm not sure I know what you mean."
"Come on, Lennier! You work for the Minbari ambassador, hang out with other aides; the Chief of Security! Next you'll tell me you have dinner with Captain Sheridan on a regular basis!"
"Not on a regular basis, but we have dined together," he said.
"See what I mean? What are you doing hanging out with me? Some nobody from the Zocalo?"
Lennier's face darkened. "First of all, you're not some 'nobody.' And second, you're the only person I've met who's friendship wasn't part of my job. I'm not saying that I don't enjoy their company--I do--but being with you is different. We may discuss our respective days, but that's not the only thing we have in common. In fact, it's the least thing we have in common. And it's wonderful."
"That was quite a speech," Linnaea said quietly, head bowed. She swallowed, then looked up.
"I feel the same way, you know. I don't know when you started to be the center of my day," she confessed. "All I know is that everything I see, or some little comment someone makes, I can't wait to share it with you. It's not that I don't miss Jarod; I suspect I always will. But getting to know you has made this time so much easier. I don't know if you realize how much that's meant to me." Suddenly shy, Linnaea's eyes dropped.
Lennier gently lifted her face, causing her eyes to meet his, brushing his hand against her cheek. She looked as if she were about to say something more when there was a commotion at the entrance.
"Well, if it isn't Linnaea and her Bone Head friend." Neither had to look to see who was speaking. Lennier hadn't met soldier since his first encounter in the Zocalo, but he'd recognize the sarcastic voice anywhere.
Pulling away from each other, Linnaea turned to face her husband's friend.
"I haven't heard from you, Honey. Everything okay?"
"Everything's been fine, Roy," she said, giving him a strained smile. "I've had a lot of support." She squeezed Lennier's hand, standing and pulling him with her. Head held high, Linnaea walked past the men, staring straight ahead. Once they were in the corridor, she relaxed against Lennier.
"I don't know why he insists on trying to pick a fight," she sighed. "We were only talking! I don't know why he's still on the station for that matter. I would have thought his unit would have been sent somewhere by now."
Linnaea still held tight to Lennier's hand as they walked, almost automatically, towards the gardens. He wondered how it was they inevitably ended up in the arbor. It was here they most seemed the most comfortable, in the quiet serenity of growing things.
"Who's with Caleah?" he asked.
"The woman who baby-sits for me during the day. I suppose I should be getting back soon," she said, but made no move to leave. "I didn't expect to see you when I walked past the bar, and I certainly didn't expect to run into Roy." Just the mention of the man's name caused her to tense.
"He really bothers you, doesn't he?" Lennier observed.
"It's not him so much as the attitude. Don't you see the way people stare at us when we're together?"
"Yes, but I suppose I try to ignore it. There is always going to be someone who doesn't approve of you, especially on a station of this nature. If you saw a Narn woman and a Centauri man together, wouldn't you suppose they'd get the same reaction? Or even felt yourself curious at what drew them together?"
Linnaea gave him a rather guilty smile. "I suppose you're right. I hadn't thought of it that way. It is what's on the inside that matters. I mean that's what I've told. . .that is to say what I would tell someone if they harassed me."
Lennier didn't miss her slip. "Linnaea, has someone been saying things to you about our being friends?"
"No more than the usual snide comments," she said, sitting down on a bench, absent-mindedly picking at the stonework.
Lennier joined her. "Perhaps it would be better if we didn't see so much of each other," he said sadly.
"No!" Linnaea cried, clutching his arm in a tight grip. "Lennier, you're the first real friend I've had here. I'm not about to give you up because a few people don't like to see us together."
She was very close, dark eyes flashing. Reaching up, he gently stroked her cheek. "I'm glad to hear that, because you're very important to me, too."
The atmosphere between them was charged. Linnaea moved closer, brushing her lips against his in a light kiss. It was Lennier who pulled her closer, deepening their kiss.
Dazed, Linnaea sat back, smiling at him. "I didn't think Minbari expressed affection the same way as Humans."
"We don't."
"Then where the hell did you learn to kiss like that?" she teased.
"I have been told I'm a good observer," he smiled.
"Well, how about a little more 'practical application?'" she asked, leaning forward to kiss him once more.
Lennier was lost in the heady sensations. He'd often thought about kissing her, especially after watching some the other Humans on the station, but he never expected the explosion of feelings from such simple contact. Running his fingers through her hair was nearly as pleasurable as the kiss they were sharing.
Breaking apart for a breath, Linnaea said, "you're certainly a quick learner."
Pulling her into his arms, Lennier tucked her head beneath his chin, relishing just holding her. They sat that way in, in silence for several minutes before Linnaea stirred, looking up into his face.
"If Minbari don't show affection like this," she said, reaching up, tracing his lips with her fingers, "then what do you do?"
Lennier was almost shy. "It's not something we discuss, really. We, well. . . we find that if someone rubs their fingers on our bone crests, it's. . .it's a pleasurable sensation." Lennier could feel himself blushing; this wasn't usually a topic of conversation. His people just knew what to do without having to be told.
"Like this?" Linnaea asked, gently tracing the ridge of his crest, moving down to where skin met bone.
"Oh, yes," Lennier sighed. "That would be it."
Linnaea smiled seductively at him, "Does that mean I'm a quick learner as well?"
Lennier couldn't stop the chuckle at her playfulness. "If we were being graded, I'd say you completed the exercise with the utmost skill."
He hugged her closer, not sure where this was leading. He wasn't blind to the fact Linnaea was still hurting over the loss of her husband. Probably in need of affection and reassurance. Was it more? Was it him she wanted or was he simply the best choice for the moment?
What about his own motivations? Could he honestly say he wasn't using her as a diversion to get over his feelings for Delenn? Was Linnaea merely a distraction so he didn't have to think about Delenn being with Sheridan?
Although he didn't like the answers, he knew that was part of his reason for seeking out Linnaea's friendship. He was ashamed to realize that a portion of him had hoped to make Delenn jealous. It wasn't fair to Linnaea.
"Come on," he said rising, taking her with him. "We should probably get you home. I would think your sitter is wondering if something happened to you."
Linnaea blinked in confusion at Lennier's sudden switch in attitude. "You're right," she said, straightening up, moving away from him. They started out together when she stopped him.
"You really don't have to walk me home," she said, her smile resembling more of a grimace. "It's out of you way. I'll talk to you later?" There was no doubting the hope in her voice.
"I'll call you," he said. Linnaea nodded, turning to leave. Lennier couldn't miss the sag in her posture, as if someone had let the air out of her.
Watching her leave, Lennier berated himself. Why did either action he took have to hurt her? If he had allowed things to continue between them, wasn't he letting her think he cared for her more than he did? His cold dismissal of her was equally callous. He was about to take the long route to his quarters, back through the garden, but it no longer seemed inviting. Everywhere he looked he was reminded of Linnaea and the hurt expression she'd had as she'd left. It was better if he simply returned to his quarters.
*********
Three days. Three days had passed since Lennier had spoken with Linnaea; each of them seemed longer than the last. He knew he could just key her code into the Babcom, or even stop by her booth in the Zocalo, but he was too embarrassed. Not knowing how to apologize for his behavior, he chose to avoid the situation.
At least now he knew his interest in Linnaea went beyond any childish attempts to gain Delenn's notice. He missed her. Plain and simple. When had Linnaea become the person he thought of when he rose in the morning? Or the last thought at night?
After the initial awkwardness at the beginning of their relationship, he'd achieved wonderful results with his meditations. Some of his most memorable moments with Linnaea had been when he introduced her to the wonders of personal reflection.
Now, he was as the Humans said, back to "square one." Unable to enter even the most basic of relaxed states. It wasn't as if he didn't know the reason: he didn't have the courage to face her. Seemingly from no where, he heard the voice of his Temple instructor in his head: "by embracing your fears, you conquer them." He'd taken a chance in getting to know Linnaea. It was time to take a chance again by facing her.
Without knowing what he was going to say, Lennier found himself outside Linnaea's door.
"Who is it?" called a woman's voice, in response to the chime. Even through the comm system her voice sounded wonderful.
"Lennier."
There was a pause. "Linnaea? Please, I need to talk to you. I know I handled things badly the other day. I just want to talk to you."
Another pause, then the door slid open. Lennier stepped inside, noticing packing crates scattered about the room.
"'Nier!" Caleah called, jumping into his arms. He gave the girl a hug, asking what was going on.
"Going on a trip!" she announced proudly. Still holding Caleah, Lennier turned to face Linnaea.
"I see that, where are you going?"
Linnaea held out her arms to take Caleah from him, but the girl only tightened her grip around Lennier's neck.
"'Nier come too?"
"No, honey, Lennier has work to do," Linnaea answered, eyes never leaving his. "Why don't you see if Mr. Bear is ready to go?"
"Okay," she said, squirming out of Lennier's embrace. Linnaea watched her cross their quarters, waiting until her door shut before she returned her attention to him.
"I'm surprised to see you."
"I'm sorry I didn't call first."
"I mean at all. Given the way we parted, I wasn't sure if I'd see you again," she said, picking up items strewn around the room, placing them in a container.
"I know I upset you the other night," he said. "I guess I was a little unprepared for what happened."
"Well, I have a tendency to come on a little strong. I'm the one who instigated things. It's not your fault." Linnaea continued to move about, avoiding looking directly at him.
Taking her by the shoulders, Lennier said, "stop a minute. Tell me what this is all about."
"What does it look like?" she asked angrily. "We're leaving."
"But why? Because we had a misunderstanding?"
"Was it a misunderstanding or did we finally accept the truth, that we really are mismatched? Two people with too many cultural differences to overcome?"
"Linnaea, I was caught off guard. Up until that moment our relationship had been purely platonic. I guess I was a little surprised you considered me more than a friend."
"I hadn't planned it either," Linnaea confessed. "But your reaction just proved how ridiculous the idea is."
"So that's it?" he asked. "Instead of trying to work this out your just going to leave?"
"I was going to write you a note." Linnaea continued moving about the room, packing some things in crates, the others in a traveling case. Once again he reached out to stop her movements.
"A note? You wouldn't even say good-bye to me in person?"
"Given how I hadn't heard from you, I assumed you didn't want to see me," she shot back.
"You're right. I have behaved badly. But that's no reason to run away!"
"I'm not running away," Linnaea sighed, toying with the shirt she held, unable to meet his gaze. "We're going to Proxima III, like Jarod and I talked about. His mother lives there. She has no one and she asked us to come live with her."
"This is the same woman you said was controlling, manipulative and unreasonable? The main reason you and Jarod decided to stay on Babylon 5? Why the change of heart? Surely staying here can't be any worse than living with her?"
Lennier felt a surge of boldness. Normally he would have accepted the situation with the credo he was raised with: obedience is required; understanding is not. But this was no ordinary circumstance. She was leaving. He wasn't about to stand idly by without at least trying to convince her to stay.
"Babylon 5 is a big place, Linnaea. If you don't want to see me, you don't have to. But don't leave until we've had a chance to talk. You can always go to Proxima."
Pulling out of his grip she turned away, hoping he didn't see her struggle not to cry. "This is for the best," she managed to say. "We'll shake hands, part friends. The last thing I want to do is hurt you."
Lennier crossed over to where she was now standing, forcing her to look at him.
"Then don't go," he said.
"I have to," she whispered. "It's better this way, really. I'm sure Roy's not the only one making snide comments. Your own people must have made comments about you and the Earther."
"That doesn't matter," Lennier said.
"But it does," Linnaea said with a sad smile. "You've got a prominent position here on Babylon 5. Appearances are important, whether we want them to be or not."
Lennier read the resolve in her eyes, but she was wrong. They could transcend their differences, but not if she were on some planet light years away.
"There's nothing I can say to change your mind?"
Linnaea looked at the floor again, shaking her head. "No."
Lennier's hands tightened into helpless fists. "Will you at least let me see your ship?"
"It's better if we say good-bye here," she said, sticking her hand out to take his. "I've certainly enjoyed getting to know you, Lennier."
Her words, spoken as if they'd just completed a business transaction, wounded him. Was this really how things were going to end? For once he wasn't going to let the situation dictate his actions. Moving forward, Lennier did something completely against his nature as a Minbari. Taking Linnaea into his arms, he kissed her deeply.
"You think about all you're giving up," he said, voice hoarse with emotion as he released her. "Good-bye, Linnaea." Turning to leave, he paused by the door.
"Tell Caleah good-bye for me as well." Lennier slammed his hand on the door mechanism, ducking into the hallway as soon as there was room enough for him to escape her quarters.
Breathing heavily, Lennier closed his eyes, leaning against the wall of the corridor. How was he just going to let her go? He knew he'd given her the wrong impression by not contacting her for three days. Surely she had been as confused about the emotions that had come into play that night as well. But was running away the answer?
Lennier started down the hallway, heading to his quarters. They both were running, he realized. He to a spiritual place, she to a physical place.
He tried to rationalize his fears through the words of his teachers. "No great love comes without great sacrifice," one instructor told. Was he looking for a "great love?" All he wanted was the chance to know her better, Lennier thought. Was he deluding himself?
He saw how Delenn and John looked at each other, wasn't he secretly looking for that as well? For someone to look at him that way? Wasn't that what everyone wanted?
Lennier shook himself from his reverie, realizing instead of his quarters, he'd somehow ended up in the Zocalo, drawn to where Linnaea's booth once stood. Now it was closed, a large sign proclaiming it for rent. For some reason, seeing the vacant stall drove the point home: she was leaving for good.
Galvanized by that thought, Lennier raced through the marketplace, searching for a Babcom terminal. It was busy. Lennier rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet with impatience. Finally, the tourists left. Quickly, he asked the computer:
"Display all departures for Proxima III." There was a long list, mostly freighters, but amongst them was a passenger vessel, the only one. Linnaea had to be booked on that ship as it was the only transport for a week.
Checking the time, he realized if he hurried he might still make it to the loading dock before the ship left. There might still be a chance he could convince her to stay.
Lennier ran for the nearest transport tube, once again rewarded with stares for his unlikely behavior. Arriving moments before the doors shut, he saw it as a good sign--he'd make it. He had to.
Lennier kept glancing between destination signs and the chronometer that ticked off the minutes, seconds he had left to find her. For once he wished he had the clearance to contact C&C and ask Ivonova to hold up the Mariposa's departure. Could Delenn do it? But how would he contact her? Likely she was in the meeting he begged off of to go see Linnaea. He never dreamed this was how his encounter with her would end. Once again Lennier's hands clenched into frustrated fists as the clock moved too fast and the transport moved too slow.
Finally, they reached the loading dock, the transport disgorging it's passengers into chaos. There were people everywhere. Every race he'd ever seen seemed to be congregating here at this moment. The reactions of those same people ran the gamut from joyful reunions to bored layovers, to angry declarations that they had to get off the station. Somewhere in this sea of bodies were Linnaea and Caleah.
Moving towards the airlock where the Mariposa was docked, he thought he saw Linnaea's dark head, but it disappeared as quickly as it had surfaced.
At last, after wading though the crowd, Lennier was at the bay. The doors to the craft were shut, preparing for the final departure sequence. One lone attendant stood near the doors.
"I have to talk to someone on that ship!" Lennier stated urgently.
Taken aback by the force of the Minbari's words, the woman apologized. "I'm sorry sir. The doors are sealed. There's nothing I can do."
"But I have to talk to her! It's very important!"
The woman smiled sympathetically, as if she'd seen this scene before. "There's nothing I can do, I'm sorry. Perhaps you could send her a message once the ship clears the station?"
"It'll be too late," Lennier said, deflated. "I am too late."
Slowly, he walked away from the dock. He'd arrived in time only to be too late. Just then he felt something grab him around his knees.
"'Nier!" she cried.
"Caleah? In Valen's name, what are. . .where's your mother? Is she on the ship without you?" A thousand horrifying thoughts raced through Lennier's mind as he picked up the little girl.
"Her mother's right here," came a voice off to his left.
"Linnaea? But how. . .? You said . . . ."
"Are you always this articulate?" she smiled. "No wonder Delenn doesn't mind when you don't show up for work."
Lennier swallowed, trying to recover from the shock. "You said there was nothing I could say that would change your mind."
"Well, there wasn't. I didn't expect you to fight dirty and kiss me." The teasing smile dropped from her face as she became serious.
"After you left I thought about what you said, but I was still determined to go to Proxima. We were ready to board the ship when I saw two Minbari, religious caste I guess, greeting one another. I thought about the day I met you. How you were so understanding. It made me feel really low to just leave like this. I guess I didn't want to admit you were right and I was running away."
Lennier started to interrupt, but she stopped him.
"No, let me finish, please? I don't know what this is between us any more than you do, but I figured at least I owed you the courtesy to find out, after all you've done for us," she said, hugging Caleah. "As you pointed out, Proxima III isn't going anywhere."
"What about your mother-in-law?"
"Well, she's a controlling, manipulative and unreasonable woman. Why would I want to live with her?"
Lennier pulled Linnaea and Caleah out of the crowd, heedless of the attention they were drawing as he embraced her.
"I'm glad you decided to stay."
"People are staring," she whispered into his ear.
"They'll just have to get used to seeing a Minbari and a Human together," Lennier said, a new confidence in his voice. "Welcome home."
The End
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