...4 July 2260:
Who
was it said "The best laid plans...?" Last night was a disaster.
And it started out so well, too. Delenn seemed to like the
flarn. But I really had to see what was going on below us.
Despite what she said later, I think Delenn realized I had
to go.
What
a situation! Poor Vir. He's been recalled, demoted in effect.
And I believe his marriage is on hold, if not called off.
Who would have thought that Vir, of all people, would risk
so much to help the Narn. As soon as I can speak to him away
from Londo, I'm going to tell Vir that I admire and applaud
his actions. I just wish Susan had picked another time to
discover what he was doing.
We
were so close. I could smell her hair, feel her breath on
my face. She wanted me to kiss her as much as I wanted to
kiss her. When she was buttoning my tunic, I was sure she
could feel how fast my heart was beating. Damn! Every time
I get close to Delenn, someone interrupts. You'd think we
'd get a break occasionally. I'll have to ask Delenn to dinner
in my quarters again. But not right away. I think she was
embarrassed when Susan interrupted. Maybe I should just take
Delenn to Fresh Aire or one of the cafes. I don't want her
to think I'm pressuring her or anything...
...5 July 2260:
At
least Susan's problem is solved. She's good at finding out
and getting around things.
All
she needed was official recognition and approval. She'll get
as many Narn to safety as possible, and after =91Consul Lincolni'
is dismissed, I 'm sure Susan will find another way.
I'm
sure Susan was not the only one to feel dislocated by all
that's happened. I'm going to order all supervisory personnel
to report any problems, however slight, that they've noticed
since we broke from Earth. I think I'll also order more drills
and exercises. It will help improve our battle readiness,
as well as keep everyone too busy to brood, I hope.
...9 July 2260:
...G'Kar
has been asking questions. Even Delenn is having problems
dissuading him from investigating. It is time, I think, to
include him in the War Council. He and his people have more
than earned the right. It seems as if we are always asking
the Narn to sacrifice themselves in this war. First against
the Centauri, and then against Clark's forces here on the
station. And every day, countless Narn on the homeworld fight
against their enemies in the only way they can - by starving
rather than accepting Centauri handouts. G'Kar has been very
patient with us. I do not know if I would, or could, be as
patient if our situations were reversed. I'll talk to Delenn
as soon as possible. I'm sure she agrees with me. She will
welcome G'Kar into the War Council, if only to stop his incessant
questioning of her.
...Strange,
I had that dream again last night, the one with Delenn on
the Minbari cruiser.
I
thought it would stop when I identified Delenn. What else
is the dream trying to tell me? It can't be her involvement
in the war. I figured that out even before the dream. It only
helped me identify who it was that released me. So why am
I still dreaming about that incident?
...12 July 2260:
The
Babylon Treaty is finally ready. Now all we have to do is
persuade the League to sign on. Susan has talked the Drazi
into signing. I think their ambassador still thinks she may
have the right to command his obedience. Susan, being Susan,
has done nothing to relieve him of this notion. Whatever their
reasons, with the Drazi on board, many of the others will
follow. The Gaim and the Brakiri will be the hardest to persuade.
Delenn has been using all her skills and charm, lobbying for
the treaty.
I
think we can do it. While we don't need every member of the
League, I would prefer a unanimous vote for the treaty. It
would provide the station with more than enough protection
and send a message to Clark.
Stephen
tells me we have a most distinguished visitor on board, Arthur,
King of the Britons. The poor soul really believes he's Arthur.
I guess it 's easier for him than facing who he really is,
David McIntyre, first gunner on the Prometheus. If I had been
the one to fire the shot that started the Minbari war, I'd
want to forget who I was too. I wonder what brought him to
Babylon Five?
He
and G'Kar are quite taken with each other. Arthur has knighted
him. Malory would have made quite a tale out of the adventures
of Sir G'Kar. Marcus has been very helpful, especially at
the entry bay. From the report, Marcus prevented McIntyre
and the security team from going at each other. It is an amusing
situation to the onlooker, but McIntyre's pain is raw and
real. I hope Stephen can help him.
...13 July 2260:
McIntyre
is going to help the Narn resistance. His friendship with
G' Kar is real, and he wants to help. I think McIntyre wants
to give his life some purpose, now that he's recovered. The
Narn will welcome him. So few outsiders are willing to help
them. McIntyre left today with a small Ranger escort until
he is clear of Centauri patrols.
Stephen
told me the most extraordinary story about McIntyre's recovery.
Apparently he came to the station to find the Lady of the
Lake, to return Excalibur to her. Though where he thought
he would find a lake on a space station... McIntyre was lying
on a bed in Medlab, almost catatonic. Somehow, Delenn came
into Medlab. Maybe she was curious to see the man who killed
her leader. I don't know. She walked over to stand by his
bed. Without a word, she took the offered sword. Stephen said
it was as though she was forgiving him. McIntyre seemed to
think so. As soon as Delenn left, he started to recover.
It
was a gracious and loving act on her part...
...20 July 2260:
Bester
is back. That about says it all. This time, he claims he wants
to help us. The hell of it is, if his story's true, we'll
need his help, and probably more. I can't take the chance.
I have to act, even if he is lying. To intercept the Shadow
transport, I'll need the White Star. And Bester will have
to be aboard. So much for secrecy. I did hope we could keep
the truth of the White Star's ownership from Earth at least
a little while longer. I don't like any part of this, but
I have no choice. If Bester is lying, I will tear his heart
out. Or better yet, I'll let Susan do it.
...22 July 2260:
We
have a weapon! Finally, we have a weapon. We will need to
test it, of course, try to find out the limitations and problems.
At least now we have a chance against the Shadows. If it works,
we'll need to recruit telepaths. Lyta may be able to help
with that.
For
once Bester told us the truth, or most of it. I'm sure he's
holding something back. He always does. This time, I'll let
it pass. I sort of feel sorry for him. Now that's something
I never thought I'd hear myself say. Yet, I still don't trust
him. But he did enable us to disable a hundred Shadow vessels.
The Shadows will have to find other central processing units.
Bester, I'm sure, will do what he can to keep telepaths out
of Shadow hands. I don't harbor any illusions. As long as
our goals are similar, he will be our ally. If our goals should
diverge, or he can see an advantage, Bester will not hesitate
to sell us out. Still, he is on our side, at least for now.
G'Kar
is now a member of the War Council. He has more than paid
his dues. Delenn didn't tell me the details of her meeting
with him. She probably never will. I do know it could not
have been easy for her. When she brought G'Kar into the War
Room, I thought for a moment she was going to cry. I wish
she would let me help her occasionally. She didn't have to
talk to him alone. I guess I'll have to learn not to try to
protect her. It's hard, though. My every instinct is to take
her in my arms, to shield her from the harsh realities of
the universe. That's nonsense, of course. She has been dealing
with those realities for a long time without my help. I have
to remember that. Remember the steel and fire beneath that
sweet face, under that lovely, soft body...
...3 August 2260:
These
last two weeks have not been very good for our side. Clark
has started his campaign to liberate Mars from the forces
of freedom. Unless they get outside help, I'm afraid the Mars
resistance is doomed. EarthForce has the resources to conduct
a long campaign.
The
Shadows are now attacking openly, as though our encounter
last month made their secrecy unnecessary. A number of the
League worlds have been hit. Those that have not are reluctant
to help their allies. I see their point, in a way. They have
no reason to believe we can win, so why should they get involved
if they don't have to. The League is barely holding together.
If it breaks apart, I'm afraid we will be unable to hold them
to the Babylon Treaty, and we will be open to attack.
Delenn
says if we need a victory, I should give them one. Just like
that. She seems so sure I can do it. There is a way, but only
if the Vorlons take an active role in the fighting.
They
are the only race with the technology and strength to take
on the Shadows as equals. I am going to try to make Kosh understand
that, make him get involved. Without the Vorlons, there is
no hope at all.
...6 August 2260:
Kosh
is gone. I never intended that. It is a high price to pay
to keep the League together. If I had only known... No, I
would still have made the same decision, confronted Kosh in
the same way. It had to be done. Even Kosh recognized in the
end that it is time to fight this war my way. No more hiding,
no more evasions.
Why
didn't he tell me of his danger? We might have been able to
protect him. He didn't even let us try.
...Despite
my growing distrust and uneasiness with the Vorlons, I always
liked Kosh. Perhaps like is the wrong word. I have always
respected his lessons, even the ones I never understood. Learning
from him has made me stronger. I don't know if I'm ready to
fight legends, but at least I have a better chance now, thanks
to Kosh. I shall miss him.
Delenn
has taken his death very hard. They were friends for a long
time, and I think she was closer to him than anyone else.
At least she seemed comforted, somehow, by the final ritual
of Kosh's death. It was a fitting end.
...6 September 2260:
The
new Vorlon ambassador arrived today. We have respected the
wishes of his government and concealed the news of Kosh's
death. This new ambassador, this new Kosh, is not at all like
the original. I don't know why I was expecting him to be;
maybe because in those encounter suits, you can't tell one
Vorlon from another. The new Kosh seems colder, harder than
the old one. He makes me uneasy.
That
Vorlon ship was really something to see - especially up close
and personal. I think the ship was trying to say something
to me. Hello, I think. I said hello to it. Silly , I know,
but it seemed appropriate somehow. Scared the hell out of
Susan. I told her I was only doing what she suggested I do
when I felt cooped up - taking a walk. I had the very rare
pleasure of catching Commander Susan Ivanova completely at
a loss for words!
It
is time to test our weapon against the Shadows. There has
not been much Shadow activity since the Vorlons drove them
out of Brakiri space, but there are signs that lull is ending.
If Lyta is willing, I propose to take the White Star to intercept
a Shadow destroyer. If Lyta, who is only a P-5, can incapacitate
it long enough for us to destroy it, we will try to have at
least one telepath on all our heavy ships.
I'll
need someone to interpret for me on the White Star. Lennier,
if he 's willing and if Delenn gives him permission. Not knowing
any Adronato is becoming a real disability. I'm going to have
to learn at least the basic commands. Maybe Delenn will teach
me. At least it will give us a reason to spend more time together.
If we can find the time...
...8 September 2260:
It
worked. We destroyed one Shadow ship, and the others ran.
But it was a very near thing. If G'Kar hadn't arrived with
reinforcements, we'd all be dead. I was surprised the Narn
showed up. They were most insistent about not helping. I don't
know what G'Kar said that changed the Narn captain's mind
about risking his cruiser. I didn't want to risk any other
ships, but the War Council overruled me, I'm glad to say.
Delenn insisted that at least a Minbari cruiser stand by to
help. When I thanked her, she seemed surprised that I don't
take her aid for granted, as a matter of course. I'll thank
her properly at dinner tomorrow night.
I'm
worried about Stephen. He's on some sort of search for himself,
as I understand it.
I
don't know much about the Foundationist religion he believes
in.
I
hope this walkabout, as he calls it, helps him find what he
needs to straighten out his life.
...10 September 2260:
I
had that dream again. I don't know why I still keep having
it. I figured out that Delenn was there, and I know when the
events took place, so why am I still dreaming about it. Is
it trying to tell me something else? What? And why?
...12 October 2260:
Since
they drove the Shadows from Brakiri space, the Vorlons have
refused to take an active role again. So far that hasn't mattered.
The Shadows have not attacked populated sectors lately, for
the most part; they have mostly hit and run along contested
border areas of League space. The Shadow forces involved have
been relatively small. It is as though they are probing us,
looking for vulnerable points. By the time we hear of an attack,
it is too late to strike back. They are not really doing all
that much damage, and we can't hurt them. This stalemate cannot
continue. Sooner or later, the Shadows will attack en masse,
to try to inflict a lethal blow. If we cannot stop them, or
at least meet them head on, our defeat will be inevitable.
Clark
is concentrating on Mars, but he will turn towards us, eventually.
The longer Mars can hold out, the more time we will have to
prepare and to recruit allies. Assuming we survive the Shadows.
As much as I want to defeat Clark, the Shadow war must be
my first concern. I wish I could be sure of the League states.
The Minbari are my only dependable allies, thanks to Delenn...
...20 October 2260:
Sometimes
I think the universe has it in for me. Delenn and I have had
no free time together in - I don't know how long. Either she's
busy, or I'm busy, or we're both busy. And the few occasions
when we've had time to have dinner together, we talked shop
the whole time. Anyone listening in would never believe we
have any feelings for each other. Our dinner conversations
go something like this: "You look very lovely tonight, Delenn.
Have the Gaim agreed to the new fleet rotation?" "Thank you,
John. They finally agreed when the Drazi ambassador explained
the consequences of refusing." Just once, you would think
we would get a break, have some time for ourselves. It's been
so long, I'm starting to wonder if I imagined her reaction
when we almost kissed in my quarters. No, I'm sure of that.
She wanted me to kiss her. Sheesh, I sound like some tongue-tied
adolescent. Why the hell haven't I made an effort to kiss
her, make love to her. I think she would welcome that. But
either the time is wrong, or I'm too afraid to do or say anything
wrong. This can't go on. One of us is going to have to make
the first move. But who? And when? And where?
...25 October 2260:
I
have been thinking about that recurring dream with Delenn
on the Minbari cruiser during the war, and what it's trying
to tell me. I started having the dream when Delenn and I became
friends. Her voice triggered the memories, so the dream took
the form it did. I was not surprised to find out that the
figure in grey was Delenn, and I was not surprised to hear
her say that I had nothing to fear, that everything was all
right. I've been looking at it the wrong way round. The dream
wasn't trying to tell me the name of my enemy; it was trying
to name my closest ally and best friend.
My
subconscious or something was trying to let me know that I
could trust Delenn, that I no longer had to regard all Minbari
as hostile to me. That at least one Minbari would do all she
could to help and advise me. And now, I think the dream is
reminding me that Delenn is more than the woman I love, that
she is a valuable and potent ally. I think that makes sense.
...11 November 2260:
I
look at the date as I make this entry and I can hardly believe
it.
In
the past few hours, I have whipsawed back and forth in time.
I would like to talk to Delenn about our experiences on Babylon
Four, but now is not the time. She is upset about Sinclair's
departure, and needs some time alone. Besides, what can I
say to her? How do you tell a woman you haven't even kissed
that in the future she's going to be the mother of your son?
How do I even know that future will come true? In fact, how
do I know I didn't hallucinate the whole thing? It felt so
real, so wonderful, having Delenn in my arms, kissing her
like that, holding her so close. I was tempted to let her
continue, not to tell her I was not who she thought I was.
I'll never tell her that. Now or in the future. And it is
very satisfying to know that Delenn will still love me years
from now. I suspect that from now on, when we have no time
for each other, when we are apart, that knowledge will warm
me, will comfort me. But that doesn't help me decide how much
to tell her now or even if I should tell her.
I
will have to tell her about Londo and Centauri Prime. We will
have to try to do something to prevent that. What, I don't
know, yet we can't just do nothing. Delenn will agree with
me about this. She'll also want to know how I know what will
happen and what we were doing in Londo's palace in the first
place. Which brings me right back to the original problem.
I don't know. Maybe I'll just tell her we were prisoners and
let it go at that. I' ll tell her about our son, about David,
when we're closer to conceiving him. I want to think about
this for a while. If I tell her part of what I saw and experienced,
she's bound to suspect that there's more I'm not telling her,
and she's bound to think I'm trying to protect her, which
she hates. Maybe I better not tell her anything...
A
son, a son named David. I can't believe how happy that makes
me.
To
know that Delenn and I will have a son, that a piece of her
will continue after we're both gone. I hope I was, will be,
a good father. I don't have any worries about Delenn. Just
from the pride and hope in her voice, the joyful way she said
his name, David, I know Delenn will be a great mother, was
a great mother. Time travel has a way of messing up your tenses!
I
wonder who we named - will name - him after. My father? Jeffrey
David Sinclair? Probably both, knowing Delenn. My God, a son,
a son with Delenn!
...12 November 2260:
I
have spent most of the day trying to come to terms with yesterday's
experiences. I still haven't decided what or if to tell Delenn.
Most of my thoughts today have been about Commander Sinclair.
To find out that the most revered leader of the Minbari, their
greatest religious leader and prophet, is a man I served with,
who served under me, how do I deal with that? And how is Delenn
dealing with it? She has spent her whole life following the
teachings of Valen and preparing herself to fulfill his prophecies.
Has her faith survived? I suspect it has. She seemed to know
what was going to happen, so perhaps she has already adjusted
to this revelation. But still, it must have been a shock.
Sinclair was her friend, and she does not hold friends lightly.
If I try to talk to her about this, will she be offended or
relieved? There is so much I don't know or understand.
All
of us have agreed to keep the secret of Valen's identity.
The Minbari are not ready to learn Valen was originally human.
There are still too many unhealed wounds from the war. And
humans must not know either. There is too much potential for
harm. I wonder if the time will ever come when the secret
is revealed. Probably not in my lifetime.
And
what of the Rangers? What will happen to them now? Who will
lead them? For a time, we can go on as before, at least for
the Rangers stationed in this sector. But we will need many
more in the coming battle with the Shadows. Will the new Ranger
One be fully committed to the struggle? As long as he is not
of the Warrior Caste, I think we will be all right.
I
suspect Delenn also had a time flash experience. At the Council
meeting today, I noticed her watching me when she thought
I wasn't looking. She seemed to be considering something as
she looked at me. As if she were measuring me, judging me,
for something. I think I passed. Several times I saw her give
a secret, satisfied, little smile. I wonder what she experienced
on Babylon Four. And I wonder if she will tell me.
Most
of all, I keep thinking back to our son. And Delenn's love.
...20 November 2260:
It's
a good thing Delenn is still busy with Ranger ceremonials.
I don't know whether I want to hug her or strangle her. Probably
a little of both. I can understand her point of view, but
she seems to have forgotten mine. What was she thinking of
when she decided not to inform me of the threat against her
life? Of course, it was her problem, but it was happening
on my station. And I am responsible, as commander of this
station, for the safety and security of all diplomatic personnel.
Has she forgotten that? Never mind our personal feelings.
Never mind that I would give my life for her. As long as she
is the Minbari ambassador, I am responsible for her life on
Babylon Five. By not informing me of the threat, she undermines
my authority. And, given that our friendship, at least, is
common knowledge, if I fail to protect her, how can the other
ambassadors feel secure? If not for Lennier, and Marcus, she
could have been killed.
We
both owe Marcus a great deal. Stephen says he will make a
full recovery. There were no complications. His injuries are
very straightforward. As Stephen put it, "There's nothing
except what you would expect to find on someone who's been
hit numerous times with a very big stick." I wonder if Delenn
has fully accepted that the Rangers are willing to die for
her. I think she'll have a problem with that. But it's something
she will have to come to terms with herself. Lennier can't
help her with this, and neither can I.
Delenn
as head of the Rangers, Entil'Zha, following in the footsteps
of Valen. I am so proud of her I could burst. And also a little
in awe of her. She is a remarkable person. As remarkable in
her own way as Sinclair, or should I say Valen. I feel very
privileged to know her, to call her friend, to love her. And
to know that she loves me.
I
wonder what her people think of her appointment. I know so
little about her life before we met and even less about her
position in her government. From little things she's let slip,
and from my own observations, I think at least part of her
people do not approve of her transformation and her interactions
with humans. She has never told me so, and I don't expect
her to. I do know that she has been hurt by the reactions
of some. That's another thing she'll never tell me.
I
was surprised when she started speaking of her father. She's
never spoken of her family before. She seemed so wistful then,
so vulnerable.
I
just wanted to take her in my arms, but I had to settle for
her head against mine while I hugged her shoulder. I can't
imagine her childhood, a life spent mostly in schools and
temples away from family. I don't understand her mother's
decision or Delenn's acceptance of it. Now matter what she
says, I think she was very hurt.
...22 November 2260:
Now
that most of the Rangers are gone, and we're as back to normal
as this place ever gets, I have to deal with Garibaldi's little
adventure. Obviously, we can't let Grey Seventeen remain as
it is now. When the sect is relocated, maintenance will have
a big job on its hands. After Medlab checks everyone, we can
let them settle in that unused part of brown sector. It's
not very attractive, or very comfortable, but it's far better
than what they have now. They are, however, going to have
to find another perfect way to unite with the universe. If
they think I'm going to allow another Zarg on this station...
...1 December 2260:
The
Shadow war is heating up. I am spending most of my time in
the War Room now, trying to anticipate attacks and to coordinate
our response. I'm not having much success with either. There
doesn't seem to be any pattern to the attacks, or at least
I can't find one, which makes responding almost impossible.
By the time I can get a fleet to an area, the attackers are
long gone. We do not have enough forces to position ships
in hyper space near all the League worlds, the only way to
counterattack effectively. Unless we can predict where they
will strike or the Shadows deploy such a large fleet that
we have several days warning, we are at their mercy. And if
a massive Shadow fleet gathers to attack, I don't believe
we have the capacity to resist them.
The
League worlds are still reluctant to commit the major part
of their fleets. There is no more talk of non-involvement.
They know now that no world is safe from the Shadows, which
makes them very reluctant to leave their home worlds relatively
unprotected. Understandable, but frustrating. I would probably
get better cooperation if the Vorlons took a greater part.
But since Kosh's death, the Vorlons have refused even to talk
to me about combined operations. Every time I try to see the
new ambassador - I refuse to think of him as Kosh - I'm told
he's unavailable. I've tried ta lking to Lyta. Although she
is genuinely upset about the ambassador's attitude, Lyta can
do nothing, which also upsets her. Not even Delenn has been
able to meet with the new Vorlons.
Delenn
hasn't even been able to spend any time with me either lately.
Every time we try to make time for more than a brief meal,
something goes wrong. Three times now, I've invited Delenn
to dinner in my quarters. Twice, she had to cancel at the
last minute.
The
third time, I couldn't make it. This is becoming an old-fashioned
farce. Only Rebo and Zooty are missing!
...7 December 2260:
I
had dinner tonight with some distinguished visitors from Earth.
Delenn blackmailed me into it. I'm glad she did. She was so
cute about it, I couldn't resist. When she flounced out like
that, I almost gave into the temptation to pat her butt. I'm
sorry now I didn't. It was good to get away from the War Room
for a little while. It was also good to know that we have
some support back home, that not everyone thinks of us as
rebels and traitors. And these contacts will be very useful
when we finally can move against Clark. I enjoyed talking
to the clergymen, once we concluded the business part of the
meal. It reminded me a bit of dinners at my father's various
diplomatic posts. Good food, stimulating conversation, good
arguments. And Delenn at my side. A perfect evening. Well,
almost perfect. After walking Delenn home, I had to go back
to work.
...8 December 2260:
...Reverend
Dexter was right; it is good to just have the company. And
it's a chance to spend more time with Delenn. After she dragged
me out of the War Room - boy did that bring back memories!
Anna used to do the same thing when she thought I was working
too hard - Delenn insisted on taking a walk. She wouldn't
let me talk about anything having to do with the war or the
running of the station. We ended up having a picnic supper
in the gardens before the service. Delenn enjoyed the singing
and enthusiasm, even though it seemed much less serious and
formal than Minbari temple rituals. Lennier looked so bewildered
by it all, we both had to laugh. I think I'll get a good night's
sleep tonight. I'm much more relaxed. And finally, we can
develop a plan to intercept the Shadows.
...11 December 2260:
Delenn
kissed me! I can't believe I can actually say that. My heart
is so full tonight, I don't know what to say or how to say
it. Or where to start. It's easier to start with Delenn's
surprise, her first surprise! I can deal with that calmly,
I think. When she insisted I come with her, I had no idea
what to expect. A whole fleet of White Stars! And more to
come! We now have a fighting chance. How was she able to keep
their construction a secret? I'm so pleased, I can't even
be annoyed at her for not telling me earlier, as she should
have. I have a feeling, though, that this is going to be standard
operating procedure for the rest of our lives. I'll just have
to get used to it, I guess. I can think of worse things than
being with a woman who's constantly surprising you. Like kissing
you on the bridge of a warship!
This
fleet changes my plans. I had thought to ambush parts of the
Shadow fleet with hit-and-run tactics. Now, I have the resources
to fight a major battle, to meet them head on when they try
to attack the refugee bases, and still leave Babylon Five
protected. I've been afraid I would have to risk stripping
station defenses to stop the Shadows. I still can't fully
believe it. White Stars as far as I could see. And even further.
I'
m still speechless just thinking about it...
Delenn
kissed me. She drew my head down to hers and pressed her body
against mine, and then she kissed me. I don't have the words
to describe how it felt, how I felt, how I feel. I've waited
so long for that to happen. I've imagined kissing her; I've
dreamed about it. But nothing prepared me for the reality
of her lips against mine, her thrusting tongue, the tender
nips of her teeth, the taste of her saliva. And the feel of
her in my arms, her scent, her softness pressed against me.
I never knew a kiss could be so consuming, so erotic. It was
almost like the first time I ever made love to a woman. And
as satisfying in its own way. That sounds crazy, I know. Yet,
that's the closest I can come to describing it. I felt like
we were melting into each other. I can still feel her. I forgot
everything, even where we were. I think Delenn did too. Or
else Minbari don't have the same attitudes about public displays
of lovemaking. We had our clothes on, and all we did was kiss,
but it felt like much more was going on. I didn't want to
stop, and neither did she.
When
we finally came up for air, I was a little embarrassed about
where we were, but not Delenn. She turned in my arms and leaned
against me as we watched the fleet fly past. Then, without
pulling away, she gave the order to return to the station.
And smiled at me and snuggled closer. We stayed like that
until we docked. I love her so much. I feel even the universe
is too small to contain my love.
The
crew took no notice, or pretended not to. I couldn't tell
which. Even the human Rangers. If I had kissed someone on
the bridge of the Agamemnon, the hooting and whistling would
have been heard halfway to Earth. Maybe someday I'll ask Delenn
to explain it to me. When we disembarked, the crew stood at
attention as usual, as if nothing remarkable had happened.
I
walked her home afterward, the long way, through the gardens.
It took even longer than usual. We kept stopping to kiss every
few feet. Finally Delenn laughed and said we would be more
comfortable in her quarters. I just looked at her, totally
speechless again. She laughed again and said only for a little
while. Besides, she wanted to know just what humans meant
by making out and now was as good a time as any to learn.
I started laughing so hard, I choked. At that, she gave me
that wide-eyed innocent look of hers and said if I was unwilling
to teach her, she could ask someone else. I told her that
wouldn't be necessary. I would instruct her. She kissed me
briefly, and we ran the rest of the way. If anyone had told
me acting like a teenager at my age would be so much fun and
so erotic...I don't think there's ever been a student more
willing to learn, or a teacher more ready to teach. I left
before things got out of hand. I don't know what Minbari consider
proper, and I didn't want to press Delenn for anything she
wasn't ready to give.
Captain's
Personal Log: 15 December 2260:
From
the Tactical Bridge of the Minbari Cruiser Delgado...In a
little while, a few hours at most, I will lead my fleet into
battle against the Shadows. I should be thinking about tactics
and contingency plans, about how to coordinate the actions
of such a diverse fleet of ships from so many worlds, or about
the improbability of even assembling such a fleet.
If
we lose, all is lost. If we win, it is only the beginning
of a long and terrible struggle. But I can think of none of
this.
I
can only think of Delenn. Of my love for her and my desire
to build a life with her. I know now this is what I want.
When we return to the station - if we return; no, we will
return, I have to believe that. When we return, I'm going
to ask Delenn to marry me. I even bought an engagement ring.
It's not much, not what I want for her, but the best I can
get in the Zocalo. I don't know about Minbari engagement rituals
- I'm sure they have some; they have rituals for everything
- and I don't think Delenn knows about human customs. Still,
if we're going to have a life together, we're going to have
to learn each other's ways. And this is as good a start as
any.
Delenn
wants to watch me sleep when we get back. Something about
the female discovering the true face of the male and deciding
if she likes it. Although she was in a teasing mood, I think
she thinks it will be a formality in our case. I'm pretty
sure I'll pass inspection. Afterward, I' ll give her the ring.
I don't know when we'll be able to marry or what she' ll want
to do. My guess is that she'll want to follow Minbari traditions.
That's fine with me. Whatever it takes to make her happy.
I love her so much.
I'm
still not sure how it happened. I can't point to one incident,
one day, and say, "Then, right there, that's when I fell in
love with her."
All
I know is that it happened. And I'm glad. I really can't imagine
my life without her. Ironic, isn't it? Starkiller in love
with a member of the Minbari ruling class! Almost as ironic
as me commanding from a Minbari cruiser. Delenn always says
the universe knows what it's doing. She never mentioned that
the universe has such a sense of humor. She must find it just
as ironic. Maybe I'll ask her one day. And maybe she'll tell
me.
I
wish she had remained behind. But I know she couldn't. Even
while I was trying to convince her to stay on Babylon Five,
I knew her place is here with the fleet. Both as Entil'Zha
of the Rangers and as the representative of the Minbari government.
I can't protect her, no matter how much I want to. And I need
her here, at my side.
I'll
always need her. She has become as necessary to my existence
as food or air. She nourishes me. I never thought I would
love again. And I never dreamed I could love like this. The
Minbari believe that there are souls who are fated to be together
throughout eternity, that these souls seek each other out
every time they are reborn. I don't know. All I know is that
something in me cries out to be with her, to hold her, to
love her. I think, I hope, she feels the same.