Title: Neroon's Penance

by Morgana

Fandom Babylon 5

Pairing: Marcus/Naroon

Rating: NC 17

Summary: This tale was written in response to another story in which Neroon turns out to be an insane maniac. The Author tries to restore his original image and his honor

"Are you sure, Commander? I have serious doubts about this decision you have made," Neroon said and eyed her warily.

Susan Ivanova stared at a surprisingly nervous Neroon. They'd been searching for Marcus for a week now and were closer than they'd ever been before to finding the blind ranger. "My call stands. You're the one who messed him up and broke his spirit in this abnormal urge to 'possess' him." She paused momentarily to see what kind of effect her words were having on the Minbari warrior. Neroon has changed during this last week, she mused. The violent edge had disappeared and although he was very restless, it seemed like Neroon was beginning to realize how badly he'd damaged Marcus in his mad pursuit of the human.

Neroon didn't like the direction this conversation was heading in. During these last days, a painful shame had been building inside him for the way he'd treated Marcus. The lust he'd felt those very first days had made him rape Marcus not once, but several times. Remembering the hurt look in Marcus' eyes had turned him on even more. He'd been so intent on 'possessing' the ranger that he'd forgotten that Marcus deserved to be treated with respect and love. But the fact that he loved a human had made him furious. Humans were inferior to Minbari, fragile, and he'd cursed Marcus for rejecting him. But that rage, that obsession he'd displayed for Marcus, still puzzled him. It wasn't like him to act like that.

Only now, he admitted to himself that his behaviour had been obsessive. He loved the fierce spirit Marcus possessed. That fire had made Marcus challenge him to Denn'Sha, knowing only too well that he'd die by Neroon's hands. He'd broken that spirit, crushed every belief the human had to make Marcus accept him as his master. Neroon wondered what had made him act the way he had. His actions had been deeply dishonourable.

Hindsight being 20/20, he knew he should have acted differently, but the lust, the anger had taken over. Never again, never! Shaking his head, he realized that he should have treated Marcus as his equal. Why hadn't he done that? To treat a Minbari warrior like he'd treated Marcus would result in a conviction by the High Court of the Warrior Caste, banishing him from Minbar to a penal colony. He'd never used any of the required rituals to ask Marcus' permission to court him, like he should have done. He'd seen something he'd wanted and had simply taken it; the intensity of his lust and feelings still baffled him. Now that the rage of emotions had left him, he felt deeply ashamed and amazed that he was capable of such hideous crimes.

"Neroon? I'm talking to you!" Susan Ivanova had mixed feelings about this situation. She knew Marcus loved her in his own way and she returned his feelings, but Marcus also had strong feelings for the warrior, though they were on a subconscious level. Susan suspected that Marcus fought his feelings for Neroon because he thought that there was dishonour in loving a man. Smiling sadly, she remembered her own love, Talia. She'd fought those feelings in the beginning as well, but her experience with Talia had been sweet and caring. Neroon had raped Marcus several times. That was a big difference. The decision she'd made just now had been one of the hardest she'd ever made.

"I hear you, Commander, but I still think that Marcus should return to Babylon 5 with you."

"You're not getting out of this one this easily, Neroon. you broke him; you have to heal the hurt. How do you think Marcus will feel when he has to return to Babylon 5, knowing that his friends are aware of what happened to him? I can't help him as long as he's afraid of you. He'll always be frightened to meet you, somehow, somewhere. That fear will destroy what's left of him. No, you have to rebuild the trust and that will be hard on you. You never expected to have to do this; to help him heal, did you? You're running away from the true feelings in your heart. You love Marcus, but you don't want to treat him like an equal. Just take what you want and don't think about his feelings, as he's just a human. Am I right?" Susan said, lecturing him.

Her voice was tense and Neroon felt the urge to throw something across the room, to pound on something. She was making him face his ugly side and he hated her for it, but she was right. He'd never considered Marcus' feelings, only his lust had been important. The break point had been losing Marcus after the blind ranger had chosen to be with him. Although Marcus had chosen to be with him for the wrong reasons, he still loved Marcus. His obsessive lust had started to disappear as concern for Marcus' well being had filled him. He should have known better than to let the blind human go to Down Below alone! If only he'd been thinking with his brain instead of his...

Blind. I am the reason he is blind. I hit him that hard to prevent him from leaving me. I never thought about the pain he was in, the fear that must have been coursing through him. He'd never wanted to love the ranger, only to possess him. Neroon had no idea what to say or how to act when the time came to face Marcus. But I do love him. I never loved someone with this intensity before and it frightens me... Yes, I can admit it at last.

"Neroon, we discussed this before. You'll take Marcus to your house on Minbar. He needs to get away from everything. His feelings are all messed up; his emotional pain almost killed him. He needs to know what his feelings are for you, for me. " She bit her lip for a moment. Did she really dare to say this? She had to. "I do think that Marcus has feelings for you, Neroon, but you handled this situation so badly."

"I know that, Commander. I know. The dishonour is mine, not his. I will do whatever necessary to restore to him what he lost. I want Marcus back as much as you do, but shouldn't we allow the ranger to make his own decision?" Neroon felt a sharp pain in his chest as he remembered that he'd never before been willing to give Marcus the freedom of making his own choices. Cursing himself for acting this irrationally, he desperately wanted to make amends to the ranger he'd wronged so badly!

"I don't think Marcus is capable of making his own decisions at the moment." She became all-professional upon seeing the complex where Neroon believed Marcus was being held prisoner. She still had no idea how the Minbari knew where to look for Marcus. He'd said that it had come to him in a flash. This worried her even more. If Marcus had such a bond with the Minbari, it told her something about his true feelings for Neroon, otherwise he would be reaching out for her. She sighed.

Landing the flyer wasn't difficult and together they made their way to the door. Susan wondered how they were going to get inside. Neroon provided her with the answer.

Like an expert in these matters, he cut the wiring and the door slid open. The artificial light was bright enough to see where they were walking. Sneaking through the corridor, she followed Neroon who seemed to know where Marcus was being held. A startling thought gave her goose pimples. Was it possible that either Neroon or Marcus had some telepathic abilities? The way Marcus had reached out to Neroon still puzzled her.

The PPG is his hand made Neroon feel uncomfortable. He'd never used human weaponry before, but he realized the advantages the weapon gave him, compared to the pike. A strange feeling led him through the corridors. It was like he was being pulled to a certain room. Was Marcus really here? He felt frightened and excited at the same time. "Are you ready, Commander?"

"Yes, but I wonder why we encountered no one. Seems deserted." Bracing herself, she took hold of the PPG. She was ready.

Neroon kicked in the door and they moved inside. Both froze in their tracks as they discovered Marcus who was tied to the bed. His body was shaking badly and the ranger was stark naked.

The green eyes that Neroon loved so much were closed and the warrior smelled the presence of someone else in the room. Signalling the Commander, he stalked over to where this person was hiding. His reflexes warned him when a young woman ran towards Susan, a needle in her hand, ready to strike. He realized that he couldn't intercept her, but Susan saw the threat.

The woman's face was contorted and she screamed, "You'll never have him!"

Susan had no other choice than to pull the trigger and the madwoman dropped to the floor. She'd been hit in her shoulder and had turned unconscious.

Neroon smelled something else, a familiar scent. Torturing his memory, he tried to figure out who else was in this complex. It had to be a Minbari...Warrior Caste, he was sure of that. The scent became faint and he realized that Marcus needed help.

Susan was already at the ranger's side, undoing the restraints. There were tears in her eyes, when Marcus didn't react to her voice as she called his name.

Neroon approached them hesitantly. Marcus was delirious, softly whispering in Minbari. He recognized the chant. It was used to block pain. A strange noise pierced the air as he stepped on something. Sitting on his heels, he lifted the needles from the cold floor. "He has been drugged," Neroon whispered.

Susan had managed to undo all the ties, but was too weak to pull him up from the bed. Marcus' head rested on his chest and he had no idea what was happening.

Neroon shook off his initial shock and slipped out of his black cloak. The fabric was thick and would warm the ranger until they could get him into a warm bed. "Allow me," he said and waited for permission to continue.

Reluctantly, Susan let go of Marcus and watched as Neroon wrapped the cloak around him. She'd never seen him act more gently than now and knew that she'd made the right decision. Neroon was the one who had to heal Marcus' hurt and she could only hope that the Minbari would find a way to help Marcus recover.

Lifting Marcus in his strong arms, Neroon tenderly cradled the ranger against his chest. It tore his heart apart to see Marcus like this and he wondered if Marcus had been damaged so severely that he would never recover. "I am going to get the one who did this to him," he promised.

"You got any idea who's behind this, Neroon?"

"Yes, a Minbari of a rivalling Warrior Clan, but I'm not sure." Neroon carried Marcus back into the small flyer and placed him in the back where a little bed was installed. Marcus was still wrapped up tightly in his cloak when he pulled the thermo blanket over the ranger's trembling body. Never before had he felt this protective about someone.

"We should have taken a doctor with us." Susan cursed in Russian. It would take them 3 hours at least to get to Minbar.

"I know a little bit of first aid," Neroon reluctantly revealed to her.

She was surprised to hear that statement and handed him the first aid kit. Neroon tried to remember everything he'd taught himself about human anatomy. He'd picked up a lot of things at the end of the Earth-Minbari war. Not that he'd offered to help the humans who'd been wounded, but by looking closely he'd learned about their injuries. Somehow, he was relieved that Marcus was unconscious. That way, the human wouldn't feel any pain his ministrations might cause. He wiped the blood from Marcus' face and chest, and heard the slight intake of breath as he touched the ribcage. Neroon made a mental note to tell the doctor that Marcus had bruised or broken ribs.

Susan had placed a call to the Ranger Training Facility and they assured her that they would send a doctor to Neroon's house to take care of Marcus.

As Marcus shifted slightly on the bed, Neroon saw the strange angle in which Marcus' right arm lay. He carefully felt along the bone and realized that it had been broken. Bandaging the arm gently, made him alert of the strange scent on Marcus. It was the scent of the human female. It didn't take Neroon long to figure out what must have happened in that little cell, but he also realized that Marcus hadn't been a willing participant. He knew the ranger too well to believe that he would have sex with someone he didn't care for. Whoever was behind Marcus' kidnapping, their goal had been to utterly break and humiliate the ranger.

Deep anger filled Neroon. The person responsible for this was going to pay. Is this person that much different from me? I broke him in the first place; they just trampled on the broken pieces. Neroon was hesitant to attend to the wounds Marcus had under his waistband. Feeling strangely shy all of a sudden, he turned away from the ranger. He wondered if Marcus had any idea that he had been rescued from that hellhole.

Marcus tried to move as little as possible, knowing the pain it would cause him. After Martha had.... had her way with him, he had just wanted to die. He couldn't live with himself after what had happened. He never wanted to have sex with her, but she'd been persistent and when she'd brought him to orgasm, he'd felt used. All of them used him for their own pleasure and then left him to deal with the pain on his own. He was so tired, the pain and shame overwhelmed him and he wished they would kill him. The only thing he'd been proud of in the past had been his honour and now that had been taken from him repeatedly.

Moving slightly, he noticed that he wasn't lying on the filthy mattress any longer. He thought about opening his eyes, but only darkness would stare back at him. Voices lingered around him, but he couldn't make out whom they belonged to. The sedative in his blood made him slow to react. He was at the mercy of whoever was with him. He was beyond being afraid; he had simply given up on himself. Sensing warm and gentle hands on his face made him wonder who was with him. This touch was gentle and images of that last dream he'd had drifted back to him. He had been with Neroon and there'd been no pain, no fear, only love and tenderness.

But he knew it had only been a dream. Neroon cared nothing for him. The warrior only used him to satisfy his own lust. Marcus had no more energy left to fight to stay conscious. The drugs he'd been given regularly made him drowsy and only intensified his feelings of helplessness. There's nothing left for me to live for, might as well be dead. That last thought made him surrender to the nothingness in his soul, the one place where he didn't feel the hurt and the shame.

Neroon watched Susan say goodbye to Marcus who was still unconscious. He turned away from them to give them some privacy. Marcus had told him repeatedly that he loved the Commander, but Neroon had insisted that the human was lying to himself. Marcus might love Susan Ivanova, but it was a different kind of love. Neroon had felt Marcus' body react to his caresses when he'd touched the ranger. This was such a mess and the prospect of having to sort everything out, frightened the warrior. He, who had never been afraid, didn't know how to get this resolved.

Susan brushed his bruised lips and held Marcus close for a moment. If Marcus truly loved her, he would come to her after the healing process had been completed. She had to be patient, and she realized that there was a chance that Marcus might choose to be with Neroon for a second time. But this time, he would have to base that decision on the right reasons. Touching him made her feel his mind once more. The only thing she sensed was an overwhelming sense of solitude, pain, dark feelings of shame... abandonment. Marcus was on the edge of giving up. "You have to fight, Marcus. You're strong," she told him.

Neroon heard her words and wanted to disappear from sight. He was angry with himself for losing control like he had. Raping Marcus had only strengthened his belief that he was entitled to claim the human as his own and after a while, he'd lost all sense of reality. The warrior wished he could turn back time and change everything that had happened to Marcus, things, which should never have happened. My pretty one. Did I ever call you by name? No, I even refused to see that you were a person. Marcus, how I have wronged you.

Susan's movements caught his eye as she walked to stand in front of him. They were only minutes away from Minbar and she would continue her trip to Babylon 5 after she'd dropped them off on Minbar. He could tell that this was hard on her and said, " I will keep you updated; contact you regularly to tell you how he is doing. Should Marcus want to see you, I will not hold him back."

"I know, Neroon. Take good care of him. If you hurt him again, I will kill you," she hissed.

"I will never again hurt him as long as I live. The pain I caused will last a lifetime and I have no desire to add more to that hurt."

Fighting back her tears, she resumed her seat and landed the flyer.

Neroon bowed and then picked up the fragile body of the human he loved so deeply and disappeared into his house.

Ivanova couldn't hold back her tears any longer and let them flow freely over her face. She prayed that Marcus would pull through.

Doctor Edwards stuck needles in Marcus' arm as he manoeuvred the IV's in place. Neroon watched the doctor's every move, concerned as he was that Marcus might be in pain. As soon as he'd entered his house Neroon had taken the unconscious human to a spare room. His servants had placed a human bed in it and the doctor had been waiting to get started on his patient.

Neroon had briefly averted his eyes as the physician checked Marcus' body for injuries; not wanting to infringe on Marcus' privacy. Oh, yes, he'd done so in the past, but he was determined to change that. The doctor scanned his patient and Neroon heard him sigh and sought out the doctor's eyes.

"What happened to him? I've seen people in a bad way before, but nothing like this!" the doctor said in a worried tone. "He's heavily sedated, his right arm is broken, and his ribs are severely bruised. There are signs that he was sexually abused and he's completely dehydrated. It's a miracle that this man is still alive. The blindness you mentioned earlier is caused by a blood clot is his brain. Remove that and he'll be able to see again."

"There is a chance that he can regain his eyesight?" Neroon was afraid to let hope into his heart. If only that could be true.

"Before I can operate on him, he needs to get his strength back. His body can't take an operation at the present. Perhaps a week from now," Edwards informed him.

Neroon's thoughts swirled with all kinds of possibilities. It was true. Marcus had kept his blindness a secret and the doctor on Babylon 5 had never had the chance to check on the injury. He was determined to get Stephen Franklin to do the operation.

"Would you mind my getting another physician to check on him? I realize that you are needed back at the Ranger Training Centre."

"No. Go ahead. I'll stay as long as necessary to get him out of this critical condition. I'll show you how to continue the treatment once I'm gone."

"Thank you, doctor Edwards." Neroon saw the strange look the human gave him. It was a well-known fact that he detested humans and never paid them any respect.

Edwards was pleasantly surprised with the way Neroon was treating him. " It'll take a few more hours before your friend wakes up."

"His name is Marcus." Neroon savoured speaking the name.Never again will I call you my pretty one. You are beautiful, but I will not humiliate you any more.

"Marcus Cole?"

The warrior smiled a sad smile. It had been only a matter of time before the doctor would discover who his patient was. "Yes. Marcus Cole, a ranger."

"I could take him back with me to the Centre, then he would be off your hands. He'll need a lot of help and won't be able to take care of himself with these injuries. He'll be a burden to you."

The remark made Neroon's blood boil. There was an odd expression on Neroon's face as he confronted the human doctor. "Marcus Cole will never be a burden to me. The Anla'Shok will stay here and you will tell me everything I need to know to tend to him. Is that understood?"

"Yes..."

With satisfaction, Neroon noted the stunned expression on the doctor's face.

Neroon sat beside the bed, watching Marcus breathe. The doctor had been called back to the Ranger Training Facility and Neroon had tried to contact Ivanova to tell her that Marcus would be all right; at least, he hoped so. She wasn't in and he'd left her a message. Then, he contacted Stephen Franklin.

The doctor had looked at him with a blaze of anger in his eyes as he recognized the Minbari. Neroon barely managed to make his request. There had been a Shadow attack on a civilian transport and Medlab was crowded with wounded people. Relief had washed through him as Stephen had agreed to come to Minbar as quickly as possible. But it would take him a couple of days. He had to take care of his new patients and Marcus had to get his strength back first before the operation could take place. Neroon felt ashamed as the doctor told him to keep his hands to himself. The warrior knew that he deserved the anger aimed at him.

Terminating the connection, he made one more call. He shivered as Delenn's face appeared on screen.

"Neroon. What do you want?"

Her eyes burned with a fury that he'd never seen before. "The Commander told you that we found Marcus?"

"Yes, and I disagree with her. Marcus should be brought back to Babylon 5. She is just as stubborn as you are."

"I will take good care of him, Delenn. He has been badly injured and won't be able to perform any of his duties as a ranger for quite some time." His voice shook as he locked eyes with her. "I promise to never again hurt him. I want him to heal, to become the person he used to be. If necessary I will stand in the High Court to be judged for my actions. But that is your decision to make, Delenn. If you want to make this a public case.... Marcus will be hurt even more. I do not care what happens to me, but if we go to court all of Minbar will know what happened between him and me. The dishonour is mine, not his."

Weighing Neroon's words, she found herself agreeing with him. She'd considered telling the High Court of Neroon's behaviour, but had realized that it would devastate Marcus even more. There was no shame in the fact that Neroon had chosen a human warrior as his mate, but the rape and intimidation would be a valid reason to convict the Minbari warrior. Delenn didn't want Marcus to go through the misery of a trial in order to prove Neroon's crimes. "I will not tell the High Court of your actions, Neroon. Susan asked me to give you a chance to right all wrongs with Marcus. But should you hurt him.... Then there will be no trial, Neroon. You will not be allowed to return to Minbar or any of its colonies. You will be as dead to us."

Neroon was amazed to hear these words. Delenn was telling him that he would be exiled from Minbar if he wronged Marcus one more time. " I understand, Entil'Zha."

Awed by the determination he'd seen in Delenn's eyes, he left his study and walked to the room where Marcus was resting. As he sat down, he studied the lines of suffering on the human's brow. I love you so much...

Marcus had a nightmare, a bad one. A faceless male shape was forcing him on his hands and knees.... and he screamed out.

The scream woke Neroon, who had fallen asleep in the chair next to Marcus' bed. His dark eyes flashed open and he immediately searched the room for a possible intruder. It took him some moments to realize that Marcus was having a nightmare. The ranger was desperately trying to get out of bed, but the IV's and his injuries made it difficult for him to move.

Marcus cringed when pain pierced his chest and arm; he realized that it had just been a bad dream. But it had felt so real! Opening his eyes didn't help. The darkness remained and he curled himself into a tight ball, fighting the lingering nightmare.

Neroon hesitated. He wanted to reach out and comfort Marcus, but.... was that a wise thing to do? He had no idea how the human would react to his presence. The sedative was losing its effect and Neroon realized that he had to do something.

Marcus was trembling, afraid that they'd return to drug him. The physical pain was almost welcome; it silenced the fear that permeated his mind. His right arm had been bandaged and he touched the bandages around his ribcage. They were tending to his wounds. Were they afraid that he was going to die before he'd given them what they wanted? The fact that he wasn't naked any longer surprised him. He felt a soft, smooth fabric on his skin ...clothes. And he was warm, so warm, covered in soft blankets. He wanted to be held by someone, to hear that everything was going to be all right. He wished there was someone who cared for him: even Neroon's presence would soothe him.

The Minbari rose to his feet and sat down on the edge of the bed, wondering what to do. Neroon watched how Marcus trembled violently over his battered body. He had to reach out for him, no matter what the consequences might be. "Do not fear me, Marcus. You are safe. No one is going to hurt you, I promise." The warrior reached out for Marcus and with utmost care, gathered the frightened human in his arms. Surprised that Marcus didn't resist, he pulled him close to his chest, careful not to pull out the IV's. The trembling worsened for a second, then the ranger relaxed. Neroon's hand tangled in the raven locks, but this time, his touch wasn't cruel. It was gentle, tender, caring. Stroking the silky hair, he rocked Marcus in his arms.

Strong, but gentle arms lifted him from the bed and Marcus felt the warmth of another body close to him. He briefly wondered who it was and his body shook with fear as he tried to get away from the warmth. But he lacked the power and had to give in. Whoever was with him wanted to comfort him. He rested his head wearily against a shoulder. A hand tangled through his hair and he began to relax, feeling safe and sheltered. That was all he needed to feel. There were so many feelings raging through him that he had to concentrate on that feeling of being safe. He didn't want to feel the other emotions. The shame, the pain, his overwhelming feeling of helplessness was killing him. The blindness immobilized him and made him depended on others. He was being rocked in those strong arms and it reminded him of when he'd been a child. His mother had used to rock him like that, after he'd had a nightmare.

The trembling stopped at last and Neroon peeked at Marcus' face; his eyes were closed, and the paleness was growing less. It looked like Marcus was asleep again. Neroon stroked some strands of hair behind Marcus' ears and studied the ranger's face. This was going to be tough on both of them. Neroon had felt the start of a sexual reaction as he'd pulled Marcus into his arms and had successfully repressed it. He wouldn't allow his lust to rule his mind any longer. Having blown all his chances with Marcus, a sexual relationship was out of the question. That was something he had to accept. Neroon had promised himself that he was never again going to force Marcus into something the ranger didn't want.

Neroon tried to lay Marcus back on the bed, but the ranger clung to him like a frightened child. Marcus' left hand had a firm grip on his tunic. Marcus wasn't going to let go of him. Neroon smiled affectionately. The ranger needed someone to fight his fears, to keep the nightmares away and Neroon saw a chance to ease Marcus' pain just a little. He wished he could do more and realized that Marcus didn't know who it was he was holding on to. Still stroking the dark hair, Neroon shifted his position until his back rested against the headboard. He wasn't going to lie down in this bed... that would be tempting death. Gathering Marcus close to him, he pulled up the blankets and made sure that the ranger was warm.

Unable to fall asleep he stayed awake, watching over Marcus, keeping the nightmares away; clinging to Marcus the same way the ranger was holding on to him. Valen, I know that I do not deserve another chance, but...I cannot bear losing him.

The warrior didn't want to let go of the hurt human in his arms and did something that surprised even himself. He gently took Marcus' left hand and placed it on the spot where his own heart was. Then he placed his own hand on the same spot on Marcus' chest. The soft fabric of the tunic Marcus was wearing seemed to melt under his touch and for a moment Neroon swore he felt the very essence of Marcus' soul. It made him feel humble. He never expected to feel this deeply for this human.

Neroon spoke in Minbari, and his words were sincere while cherishing the warmth of Marcus close to him. "I promise that I will stay with you as long as you need me, or want me to stay. I love you and by speaking these words I commit myself to you. I will never again hurt you and I will respect your decisions. I extend my protection to you and will keep you safe. From one warrior to another."

The words echoed in Marcus' mind. When he'd first heard that voice, fear had clasped his throat shut. Neroon could be very violent and Marcus felt the nightmare reach out for him again. Images of the rapes flashed into his mind and he wanted to free himself of Neroon's embrace until he heard the Minbari words whispered in soft tones. Marcus stopped struggling. Did Neroon really mean this, or was it just another trick? Marcus was too tired to think this over and he could only hope that Neroon was honest while speaking those words. He'd recognized the first ritual of the bonding of two lovers and had no idea why Neroon was saying these words.

As he drifted off to sleep, he didn't realize that his left hand still rested on Neroon' s chest without the warrior holding it there. The last thing Marcus discovered before releasing his troubled mind to sleep was that Neroon wasn't wearing his black cloak. The fabric beneath his fingers had been soft.

Sensing Marcus' regular breathing at last assured Neroon that the ranger was asleep. As much as he wanted to stay with Marcus, there were matters he had to attend to. He had to find out who was behind Marcus' abduction. It had to be another Minbari warrior, but why Marcus? The way the ranger had been treated suggested that they wanted information from him, and all means had been allowed to get it. Neroon was certain that the woman had been there to lure Marcus in to a false sense of security, abusing the ranger's vulnerability. Laying Marcus gently back into the bed, Neroon tucked him in. Then he walked into his study, to start his investigation.

His ancient wooden desk was filled with papers and files. Neroon sighed sitting down. He'd been away too long and the other Warrior Clans were plotting against him. The fact that he hadn't killed Delenn had weakened his strategical position. Though he still had influence in the Warrior Council, he knew they disapproved of his choices. The rumour that he'd fallen in love with a human had spread quickly and Shakiri, the prominent leader of the Warrior Caste, had told him to choose a Minbari who would be a more worthy warrior.

Remembering that scene, Neroon wondered if Shakiri could be responsible for Marcus' abduction. Quickly, he dismissed the idea that Shakiri would mingle in his personal affairs. Soon, he would have to face the Warrior Council to explain his actions and to defend the decision he'd made by choosing a human ranger as his Kimarna, his significant other. They would be furious once they learned that he'd taken Marcus in to his house.

Thinking of Marcus distracted him from reading the reports of his second in command, Danzi. This young Minbari warrior was completely loyal to him. Neroon was thankful that he'd chosen his men carefully to be sure that no traitors would emerge from them. After he'd checked the entries in the central computer, Neroon sent a message to Danzi that he wanted to talk to him.

It took Danzi 5 minutes to get to Neroon's study. Lowering his eyes, Danzi waited.

"You know about the ranger?" Neroon said, studying him.

"Yes, Alit."

Neroon was unable to detect any disapproval in Danzi's eyes. To be honest, he didn't expect Danzi to disapprove of his choice concerning the ranger, but he did wonder if Danzi knew what he'd done to the human. "Marcus is very precious to me. I want the house secured and the guards doubled," Neroon stated in a determined tone.

"Excuse me, Alit, but are you expecting an attack?"

"I do not know, Danzi. I wish I knew. Someone abducted the ranger and I do not want that to happen again."

"I understand, Alit."

Looking at Danzi's face, Neroon considered his second in command. Yes, perhaps Danzi did understand. Concentrating again, he remembered his doubts about Shakiri's involvement in Marcus' abduction. He needed to know if Shakiri was the enemy or not. "Also, I want you to set up a meeting with Shakiri, preferently in this house. I need to talk to him."

"I will see to it." Danzi waited for more instructions, but Neroon dismissed him.

Sitting behind his desk, Neroon mused about the changed situation. He was thankful to Susan Ivanova for this final chance. In her heart she must know the truth.... Neroon was surprised to see Danzi enter his study again. He seemed agitated. "What is wrong?"

"It is the Anla'Shok. He has started screaming."

Neroon didn't answer him. Immediately, the warrior got up from his chair and he rushed into Marcus' room within seconds. Marcus was lying on his side, trying to get the IV's out.

"Please let me die... I don't want to live!" The ranger screamed in obvious pain.

Neroon saw the empty stare in Marcus' eyes. The blind ranger was on a rampage and had to be stopped before he would hurt himself. Neroon gathered his courage; afraid his presence would intimidate the ranger. He hesitantly approached the bed, still keeping his distance.

Let me die! Marcus was in pain, not so much physical as emotional pain. He tried to get the IV's out of his arm, but his coordination was so bad that his fingers missed the tubes by inches. His ribs hurt and his fractured arm sent waves of pain through his body. Normally, the pain wouldn't faze him, but not after all he'd been through lately.

Flashes of Martha, Susan and Neroon mingled in his mind and he cried out in anguish, trying to crawl to the headboard. Marcus pulled his legs up and tried to make himself as small as possible. Please, I can't take more pain. If only he knew what his kidnapper wanted, but they never asked him any questions. They hurt him without giving him a reason.

Then, he'd heard Neroon's voice, vague and distant, promising to protect him and keep him safe. The dream returned and Marcus remembered how safe he'd felt once he'd accepted Neroon's embrace. But it had only been a dream and they'd return once they realized that the sedative had worn off. He wanted to get away from the hurt, but the small room in which they held him prisoner offered him no chance of escape. Clutching his fractured arm with his left hand, he rested the broken limb against his chest. "Kill me, get it over with," he pleaded in a strangled tone.

For the first time in his life the warrior felt truly helpless. It was obvious that Marcus still believed that he was being held prisoner in that small, filthy room. Neroon took one a deep breath and plunged ahead, talking softly to Marcus. "Marcus? You are safe. No one is going to hurt you. I know you have no reason to trust me, but I want to help you."

Recognizing Neroon's voice sent two different messages to the ranger's brain. Run, he's going to hurt you. Remember the rape? Remember how he used you? Marcus shook his head, trying to clear his mind of the two voices. Neroon is telling you that he will protect you. He came after you, to get you out.

"Get out of my head!" Marcus yelled. Despair began to get a hold of him as he failed to silence the two voices. He trembled and had no idea how to get back in control of his sanity. All of a sudden two arms pulled him back on the bed until he rested against a warm body. Focusing on the scent, he realized it was Neroon. It hadn't been his imagination playing tricks on him. The warrior was here...

"Marcus... No one will hurt you, I promise."

Hot tears made their way over Marcus' cheeks and he felt embarrassed for showing his fear this openly. He doubted his sanity, was his mind playing tricks on him? Marcus had wished for the Minbari to have a softer, more caring side and now it seemed like Neroon truly wanted to comfort him. There was no more strength left inside him so Marcus surrendered. Resting his tired body against Neroon made him aware of the physical closeness of the warrior. Panic flashed through him. What if this was only a charade and Neroon was going to hurt him again?

Neroon sensed Marcus' fear. The emotions were visible on the human's face and Neroon didn't know how to take that fear away. His former actions had caused this pain. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't make the hurt go away. It would take a lot of time and care. Neroon knew that the core of that pain would always stay with Marcus, the hurt too deep. "Marcus, you will recover, I will see to that."

Registering the words, Marcus wanted to look at Neroon's eyes, but he saw nothing except blackness. He'd forgotten about his blindness. His thoughts were a mess, but he heard Neroon call him by his name and Marcus didn't understand. For as long as he'd known Neroon, the warrior had never called him by his name. "You called me Marcus? You never did that before."

Hearing the pain in Marcus' voice shamed the warrior even more. "I know that I wronged you, Marcus. I was ruled by lust, not love. Now that I realize that, it's too late. I humiliated you far too many times. But I didn't know how to court you!" His voice rose, taking on a desperate tone. "Within the Warrior Caste, it's tradition to take what one wants. I thought I could get away with it, by claiming you as my own. By doing that I broke the spirit I admire in you. One day I will ask you for forgiveness, one day in the future when you have healed. Now, try to get some rest. The doctor told me that you are exhausted and if you want me to stay, I will do so. If you tell me to leave, I will leave. What do you want, Marcus?"

"You're not going to...hurt me?" Marcus whispered, still afraid.

"No. I won't hurt you. I promise by Valen that I will never again hurt you."

Marcus heard the words, but couldn't believe them. It didn't matter anyway. The only thing he felt was pain and the only thing he wanted was someone to hold him. "Then stay."

The words were a whisper and Neroon had to lean in closely to hear them. "If I do anything that makes you uncomfortable, tell me to stop. Do you hear me, Marcus?"

"Yes... but you promised me once before that you wouldn't hurt me and yet you did." Marcus remembered Neroon's promise after he'd chosen to be with the warrior after he'd turned blind. The Minbari had broken that promise.

"I know, Marcus. But I'm determined to treat you right this time. Now sleep and get better."

Marcus had no choice. His eyes closed and he felt soothed as Neroon stroked his hair. The pain started to retreat and he relaxed. If only Neroon were sincere. The first time Neroon had come to his quarters to tell him that he'd fallen in love with him, Marcus had thought that the feeling could be mutual. For a brief instant, he'd considered the possibility of him and Neroon being lovers. The brutal rapes had changed everything. Marcus started to tremble slightly.

The warrior sensed what Marcus was thinking about for his thoughts had also drifted back to the first time when he'd confronted Marcus with his feelings. He would never forget the strange mixture of wonder, anticipation and want in Marcus' eyes upon revealing his secret to the ranger; and then madness had taken over. His lust had driven him to possess the ranger in body and soul. "Sleep Marcus, I will guard your dreams."

The ranger dozed off without knowing it.

The moment Neroon was certain that Marcus was asleep he checked the IV's and felt relieved that they were still in place and functioning, glad that he didn't have to re-insert the needles beneath the skin. Realizing that he was going to spend the night here, he stretched his legs and checked the time. It was almost midnight and it had been 20 hours since they'd managed to free Marcus. This was going to be a very long night!

Marcus woke from another nightmare and panicked when he realized that he didn't know where the hell he was. If only he could see! He felt something that reminded him of warm beams of sunlight on his face, but that was impossible. There had been no source of warmth in his small cell. Slowly, he realized that he wasn't alone. His head was resting on someone's chest and then everything started to come back to him.

Neroon was with him and had promised to protect him. Marcus felt horrified when he remembered how relieved he'd been that the warrior hadn't hurt him. Only months ago he would have never believed that he could be this messed up and scared.

The ranger remembered how he'd cleaned house when Nightwatch had taken Delenn. He'd faced Neroon in Down Below, had challenged him to Denn'Sha. It seemed another lifetime, like a different Marcus had fought all those battles. He'd lost part of himself. Neroon had broken him and he'd given up. The warrior had achieved his goal; he was too messed up to resist Neroon's claim any longer. If Neroon decided to give it one more try, he would have to accept him as his master. His strength, his very will to prove Neroon wrong had disappeared.

I don't only feel helpless. Let's face it, I am helpless. A blind cripple and what does Neroon want with that? Perhaps he will lose his interest in me and let me go. Then he could find a place to hide and he would welcome death. Peace at last

The expression on Neroon's face was one of wonder and hope. He'd been awake for one hour now and had witnessed the beautiful sunrise through the window from the bed. Marcus had shifted a couple of times during his sleep and now lay beside him. Marcus' head rested on his chest and Neroon was still stroking the dark hair. He knew Marcus was awake, feeling the subtle difference in the ranger's breathing. Once again, Neroon felt an erection start, but he was determined to suppress it, not wanting to frighten Marcus. He moved a little and was relieved as his arousal diminished. There was an awkward moment as he realized that he needed to get out of bed. His muscles hurt from sleeping in this strange position. "Marcus? Are you awake?" he whispered softly.

"Yes..." Marcus' answer was even softer, barely audible.

"I need to get to my feet."

Marcus moved as carefully as he could, trying not to put any pressure on his injuries. He'd dreaded this moment. If Neroon were going to sexually assault him this would be the perfect moment for it. Hiding his face behind his long hair Marcus tried hard to control his fear, but to no avail. His heart was pounding as Neroon's hands tucked him in.

"I will check and see if that human cook has managed to produce something for breakfast." Seeing Marcus act like this made him angry with himself. He was responsible for the way the ranger was.

The core of his anger was aimed at himself. Not getting any answer from Marcus, he left the room. Exchanging a look with the security guard standing in the corridor, he knew that the ranger would be safe. Marcus was being watched. He hurried to the dojo and programmed the machine. It took him half an hour to get the rage out of his system. Just in time he remembered that he'd promised to get Marcus some breakfast and wondered what humans ate for breakfast.

A bit amazed he stared at the tray the cook had handed him. Neroon was actually capable of identifying most on it. Tea, milk, toast, some fruits, cereal. He'd eaten his own breakfast minutes earlier and had wanted to carry the tray himself; waving the Minbari away who had offered to carry it for him. Marcus had to be hungry by now. As the guard opened the door, Neroon saw that Marcus was sitting upright in the bed. The ranger supported his fractured arm and Neroon hated seeing the dark circles beneath Marcus' eyes.

Marcus heard the door open and wondered who had entered the room. The footfalls told him that it was Neroon. The warrior's behavior this far puzzled him. He couldn't remember that Neroon had ever treated him this kindly, almost respectfully.

"I brought you something to eat. You must be hungry." Neroon placed the tray on the side of the bed and watched Marcus.

The ranger raised his head in a desperate attempt to see the expression on the warrior's face.

Neroon swallowed. He hadn't told Marcus of the possibility that his eyesight could be restored, not wanting to raise Marcus' hopes. Neroon needed Stephen Franklin's opinion first.

"Why are you being so kind to me? I don't know you like this." Frustrated, Marcus tried to get in to a more comfortable position, but he'd forgotten about his bruised ribs.

Neroon watched him struggle and wanted to help him, but refrained from doing so. If he really wanted the ranger to regain his strength then he had to be careful not to treat Marcus as a cripple. "You might find this hard to believe Marcus, but I do love you, in my own way. I want to make it up to you for my past mistakes."

Shaking his head, Marcus mumbled something Neroon couldn't understand.

"What?"

Marcus remained silent. He wished he could trust the warrior, but he distrusted Neroon. The warrior had hurt him too many times.

Feeling Marcus' discomfort, Neroon didn't push the matter. "Do you want some tea?"

Marcus nodded slightly.

Neroon took his hand and placed Marcus' fingers around the teacup.

Marcus knew that lifting the cup would show how intimidated he felt. His hand was shaking and he hesitated.

Seeing the fear in Marcus' eyes, Neroon slipped his own fingers beneath the ranger's and lifted the cup to Marcus' lips.

The ranger was thirsty and relished the tea. He recognized the flavour, Darjeeling tea. After sipping from the tea, Neroon placed his fingers on the various items on the tray, enabling him to make a choice. Marcus really craved some toast, but handling the knife was too difficult. He cringed as Neroon took the knife from his fingers, afraid that the tray would be taken away, but seconds later, Neroon handed him the toast.

Marcus almost grabbed the toast from Neroon's hands and sank his teeth into it. He was hungry, but too embarrassed to ask Neroon to prepare more toast for him, not knowing that the Minbari was eyeing him carefully. The ranger was presented with another slice and he dug into it. The next thing Neroon offered him was some Minbari fruit, a mixture between an orange and an apple.

Marcus didn't realize that he was actually smiling as he tasted the sweet fruit, but Neroon did see that smile and it gave him hope that not everything was lost yet. "Do you want some milk?" Neroon wondered why humans drank this liquid. He had sipped from it during his walk to Marcus' room and found that he hated the foul taste.

"Yes." The mug, filled with milk, was pressed into his hand and Marcus wondered why Neroon was actually helping him eat breakfast. Why was Neroon going through all this trouble? Handing the empty mug back to Neroon, he began to feel tired and tried to hide the embarrassment he felt for being dependant on the Minbari warrior.

"You are still tired, aren't you?" Neroon asked concerned.

"Yes... I am."

"Try to get more rest. I have a lot of paperwork to do. And Marcus?"

"Yes... Neroon?" It was the first time that he'd spoken the warrior's name since Neroon's last assault. His voice trembled and he knew that Neroon heard the tension in his words.

"Should you need me, call me. The guard outside will get me."

"I don't think that will be necessary... I can't leave this room and I'm so bloody tired." Marcus was starting to feel even more uncomfortable. Neroon was acting like he truly cared!

Studying Marcus, he wondered what the human was thinking. He could literally feel Marcus' fear and he hated himself for what he had done to the ranger. "Just remember that I am close, should something happen." Neroon barely resisted the urge to kiss Marcus on his brow, but he knew that it would ruin everything he'd achieved this far. Although Marcus clearly didn't trust him, the ranger tolerated his presence. It was a start. Instead of kissing him, he gently took Marcus' hand and placed it on the ranger's chest as he had done before and twined his own fingers around Marcus' cold fingers. Neroon saw the stunned expression on Marcus' face as he spoke once more in Minbari. "From this day on I will care for you and watch over you. I pledge myself to you."

Marcus heard the words, but didn't understand why Neroon would want to speak them. Remembering the first time Neroon had pledged his love for him, he realized that Neroon now had spoken the second part of a bonding ritual, the Shi'reg.

"You never cared for any ceremony or rituals between us, why now? I'm in no condition to reject you or defeat you in a fight, should you want to.... force me as you have done before," Marcus said, horrified. Fear grasped his heart; he'd just told Neroon that he couldn't fight him, in case Neroon wanted to claim him as his own. It would futile to fight Neroon. He was utterly unable to defend himself. Feeling helpless like this scared Marcus tremendously.

"I want to do this right, Marcus. I do not know if you will give me another chance, but in order to save your honour, I need to bond with you. Then, should you leave me, there will be no dishonour in the eyes of the Minbari when they look upon you. I will declare you my Kirmana. The ones who want to hurt you will know that I will protect you and necessarily strike back at them. There is no other way for me to restore your honour to you. I know that I can't really restore that honour, I.... raped it and...." his voice dropped as he confessed his horrid crimes to his victim.

Pledging himself like that couldn't save his honour. Neroon wasn't interested in saving his own honour at this point. But the warrior felt the deep urge to protect the ranger from future harassment. Neroon knew that by taking this pledge he would be bound to Marcus as long as the ranger lived. This was a very serious oath and carried great weight. The pledge demanded of him that he would defend Marcus' life with his own as long as he lived. He wanted, no needed, to do penance for the way he'd hurt the human.

Neroon stopped talking as Marcus started to pound on the mattress. He knew that the ranger felt used and that Marcus was intensely angry with him. Immediately, he tried to stop the ranger, afraid that Marcus was going to inflict even more injuries on himself as he was pounding the pillow with his broken arm.

Marcus struggled to free himself as the Minbari tried to subdue him.

"Marcus? Stop this! You are hurting yourself!"

The words Neroon had spoken were whirling through his mind. The Minbari had admitted that he'd raped him, that he didn't have the right to take his honour away from him! A strange feeling of relief washed through Marcus. Perhaps the warrior did have a change of heart. But to actually hear Neroon say that he'd raped him made Marcus feel miserable. There was no more denying between them.

"Why couldn't you be gentle?" Marcus wanted to know. "The first time you came to me.... I felt the same way, a bit frightened of the unknown perhaps...But I would have given you what you wanted.... You had no right to forcefully take it from me and involve other people in it.... Like Susan...Susan! Is she all right? What did you do to her?"

Neroon had expected this question sooner and later. Marcus was becoming hysterical and he had to do something to calm Marcus down. Tenderly running his fingers over the inside of Marcus' wrist, he pressed several nerve endings. He knew a bit about the Minbari version of acupuncture and Neroon figured that human pressure points wouldn't differ too much from the Minbari ones. It worked: Marcus began to feel drowsy. Putting more pressure on one certain point, made the ranger lay down.

Still rubbing the pressure points, Neroon said, "Susan helped me to get you out of your prison. She loves you and it was hard for her to make the decision that I was the one who had to help you heal. I objected to her decision, but that woman is stubborn."

"Yes, she is, isn't she?" Marcus had no idea what Neroon was doing, but he felt comfortable and the sudden fright and terror were disappearing quickly as the pain in his body began to diminish.

"If you want to see her, you can contact her. I promised her that I would not prevent you from getting in touch with her."

"And will you keep that promise?" Marcus' unseeing eyes stared at the ceiling and he didn't resist as Neroon moved his fingers up his arm, to find even more pressure points.

Neroon had used this technique many times before when his men had been wounded in battle and there had been no medical help available. He knew how to stop the pain in Marcus' body. Applying the pressure one last time, just underneath Marcus' elbow, made Marcus close his eyes. Neroon observed Marcus for some moments until he was sure that the ranger was soundly asleep. Pulling up the comforter, he placed one kiss reverently on Marcus' brow. "Yes, Marcus, I will keep my promise."

"Alit? "

Neroon didn't turn around. He'd already recognized Danzi's voice. First, he wanted to say good-bye to Marcus for now. "Sleep tight, Marcus." Rising from the bed, Neroon rubbed his temples, then focused on Danzi.

"I got word from Shakiri. He's on his way over here and will arrive in one hour."

"Well done." Neroon followed Danzi out of the room. He didn't want to wake Marcus. "I do not trust Shakiri. Run all usual checks and prepare for a possible confrontation. You know Shakiri's temper. "

"Of course, Alit. You can rest assured that all precautions will be taken," Danzi assured him with a determined expression in his eyes.

"Good." Neroon returned to his study to prepare himself for the upcoming confrontation with the most influential leader of the Warrior Caste; Shai Alit Shakiri.

"Alit?"

Neroon was surprised to see Danzi return to his study so quickly. He had thought the young warrior would be busy checking the stronghold's defences.

"Doctor Edwards just arrived to check on the Anla'Shok. Do you want him to wait?"

"Has Shakiri's escort already called in?" Neroon inquired.

"No."

"Then show the doctor in and warn me the second Shakiri arrives."

"As you wish, Alit," Danzi said, bowed and left the room.

Pushing his chair back, Neroon rose to his feet. He hadn't expected the doctor's visit and wondered why he hadn't been informed of the human's intentions. Wondering about what this could mean, he walked into Marcus' room. His study was located in the same corridor; Neroon had arranged that on purpose. He wanted to be close in case something went wrong with Marcus.

Doctor Edwards entered the small room moments later.

Marcus was still asleep and frankly, Neroon didn't want to wake him. "Doctor, I had no idea you were on your way over."

"I just want to see how our patient is doing."

Observing Edward's every move, Neroon remained standing near the doorway. The physician unhooked the ranger from the IV's and stopped the bleeding the little wounds caused.

Marcus stirred in his sleep, but didn't wake up.

"Has he eaten yet?" the doctor wanted to know.

Neroon nodded, remembering the foul taste of that milk. "He had breakfast."

"That's good. He needs a lot of fluids. Just make sure he continues to eat. If he refuses, I have to start the IV's again."

"I will see to it."

Edwards checked the bandages and was pleased. This new type of porous bandages sealed the wound more effectively than simple gauze and thus assisted in the healing process. The broken arm and bruised ribs would be properly healed in less than three weeks.

Marcus woke when someone touched his face, but he kept his eyes firmly shut.

"The grazes on his face are also starting to heal," Edwards said approvingly.

Marcus realized that a stranger was in the room. Probably a doctor by the way he was probing his wounds. Was Neroon also present?

"Alit, you have to make sure that he stays in bed. Short walks to the bathroom are allowed, but nothing else. He needs to rest," Edwards instructed him.

"I understand, anything else?" Neroon watched Marcus closely and the tiny changes in Marcus' breathing gave the ranger away. Marcus was awake, but seemed to prefer to act like he was still asleep. Assuming Marcus would have his reasons for doing so, Neroon waited for the doctor's reply.

"Are you sure you don't want me to take him with me to the Ranger Training Centre?"

"Yes, I'm sure." Observing Marcus, Neroon noticed the tiny shivers running through the ranger's body. What thoughts were swirling around in Marcus' mind?

As the doctor probed his ribs, Marcus couldn't keep quiet. It hurt! A moan emanated from his lips and he tried to move away from Edwards' hands. Realizing that he couldn't continue to pretend to be asleep any longer, he had to open his eyes.

"Hello, Marcus. How do you feel? I'm Doctor Edwards and I have been treating your injuries. Are you in any kind of pain?"

Neroon was curious for Marcus' reply. It was obvious that the ranger was in pain. The expression on Marcus' face had given the human away. If Neroon was correct about the ranger, Marcus was going to deny any discomfort.

"No, I'm fine." Marcus' fingers moved to pull the blanket closer to his body. He felt vulnerable in the presence of the two men, still expecting to see when opening his eyes.

"Now why don't I believe you?" Edwards obviously doubted the ranger's answer and exchanged a look with the Minbari.

Neroon shrugged. He didn't expect the ranger to acknowledge his pain. Even during Denn-Sha, Marcus had ignored his injuries.

Marcus shifted uncomfortably. He knew that he couldn't fool the doctor, but he didn't want their pity.

"I'm going to leave behind some painkillers and sleeping pills. Give him one when the pain becomes unbearable."

Edwards looked at Neroon to see if the Minbari understood his instructions. The doctor placed two vials on the small table underneath the window.

Neroon studied the content. Once he was sure that he understood the labels he carefully put them back. "You can rest assured, doctor. If necessary he will take them."

"Good." Edwards pulled up the blankets and made sure Marcus wasn't cold. The doctor eyed him for a moment then beckoned Neroon to follow him out of the room. "I'm going to leave now, Marcus. Should you need me, tell Alit Neroon and he'll send for me."

"Thank you, doctor." Marcus just wanted the physician to leave him alone. He wanted everyone to leave him be!

Closing the door behind him, Neroon waited for Edwards to start talking. Something was troubling the human.

"I received a call from Doctor Franklin from Babylon 5. He wanted to know if ranger Cole was treated well. Now, why would he be that worried for Marcus Cole? Is there something I need to know? After all, I'm his doctor," Edwards said in somewhat worried tone.

Mentally cursing himself, Neroon wondered what to tell the human. He didn't want everyone to know what had happened between him and the ranger. Not because he was concerned for his own reputation, but because he wanted to spare Marcus the embarrassment. "I had some disagreements with the Anla'Shok. I almost killed him in a pike fight."

"I heard about him challenging you to Denn-sha. I'm surprised you let him live. I've seen you fight, Alit. Marcus Cole never had a chance."

Thankfully Edwards seemed appeased by his explanation. Neroon watched the human leave and couldn't resist returning to Marcus' room. Not wanting to step in there without permission, he knocked on the door.

"Yes? Enter?" Marcus was biting his lip. Edwards' examination had worsened the pain in his chest. The bruised ribs made it hard for him to breathe properly and the ranger was faced with another problem. He desperately needed to visit the lavatory, but where was the bloody bathroom? Gathering his strength, he recognized Neroon's footfalls. I don't have a choice, have I? I need Neroon's help.

There was an uncomfortable expression on Marcus' face and Neroon knew what bothered the ranger. A warrior himself, Neroon knew how hard it must be on Marcus to depend on others. It looked like Marcus wanted to crawl out of bed, but wavered. "Can I help you somehow, Marcus?"

"Yes, you could tell me... show me where I can find the bathroom," he whispered embarrassed.

Neroon looked at the sling the doctor had handed him before leaving. Marcus was still supporting his broken arm and the sling would be helpful. Suddenly Neroon realized that he'd been lost in thought and remembered Marcus' question. "I will show you, but you better use this sling to support your broken limb."

The ranger tried to hang onto his composure hearing Neroon walk over to the bed.

"I'm going to put the sling over your shoulder." Neroon thought it wise to tell the ranger what he was doing. The warrior couldn't imagine being blind, but he realized that it must be hard on the human.

As the sling slipped over his shoulder, Marcus cringed. Neroon had lifted his broken arm to place it in the sling, but he sighed once his arm was supported. This was much better.

"The bathroom," Neroon muttered silently to himself as he waited for Marcus to push back the blankets.

Stunned, the ranger realized that he'd been dressed in soft pants and an oversized tunic. Marcus couldn't help wondering if it had been Neroon who had dressed him.

"No, Doctor Edwards dressed you." Neroon had no idea why he made that remark.

"I didn't ask you anything. Why did you say that?" Marcus' soft voice trembled.

"I don't know. Must have been thinking along similar lines."

Marcus had been startled when he had heard Neroon's answer to his unspoken question. Not sure whether to push that matter, he decided to let it rest. His first priority was to get to a lavatory.

"Can you get to your feet by yourself?" Neroon asked.

"Now, that might be a challenge." Marcus was trying to reach for his old armour of wit. It had served him well in the past, but would it serve him now? He was determined not to show his uncertainty. Could he trust Neroon? The Minbari seemed sincere... but there was this voice warning him not to trust the Alit. Don't let Neroon fool you. He's dangerous. You know that.

Finally, he managed to place his feet on the floor. As he sat on the bed he realized that he was short of breath due to the bruised ribs. Catching his breath, he raised himself from the bed. Swaying on his feet, he tried to reach out to something to steady him.

It tore Neroon's heart apart to see Marcus like this. The ranger stood, but was unsteady on his feet. As Marcus tried to find something to keep him from falling Neroon instinctively took hold of the ranger's hand and waited for Marcus' reaction to that touch.

Grabbing hold of the offered arm, Marcus succeeded in staying on his feet.

"This way," Neroon said, guiding the ranger who had accepted his assistance, his touch!

Moving slowly, Marcus walked over to the bathroom and tried to memorize the number of steps and the direction in case he needed to visit the bathroom again. Walking in darkness still scared him and he knew that he would never get used to it. Hearing Neroon opening a door, he allowed the Minbari to gently pull him inside.

Then that strange ritual started again; Neroon led him around the bathroom and placed his hands on the various items inside. It reminded him of how Neroon had helped him to eat his breakfast earlier on. Marcus knew that he would never be able to memorize everything inside the bathroom.

"I will wait outside." Neroon told him in a friendly tone.

Sighing, Marcus heard the door close. For one brief instant he'd been afraid that Neroon was going to stay. The way Neroon's behaviour had changed was uncanny. The present Neroon seemed so different from the one who had stalked him on Babylon 5. This fact confused him. If Neroon would still be acting like a bastard, then everything wouldn't be that complicated. He would have asked Edwards to take him to the ranger base, but ...Neroon had changed, tremendously.

After he'd relieved himself, Marcus ran his fingers over the wall until he reached the washbowl. Washing his hands, his head dropped to his chest and he told himself to hang in there. He was no quitter. His father had once told him that something that didn't kill you, only made you stronger. He hoped that his father had been right. The ranger moved his hand along the wall until he found the door-handle.

Pacing the room made Neroon feel claustrophobic. He had to concentrate on the confrontation with Shakiri and all he could think about was Marcus. Neroon was still trying to figure out how he had lost all control weeks ago. How could he have raped Marcus? It wasn't like him. He prided himself on being a honourable warrior and never before had he resorted to that kind of action. The thing that worried him most was that there were blank spots in his memory.

I know what I did to Marcus, but how can I forget something like that?Frustrated, he started to pace faster. He needed the answers to those questions. There was a way to get them, but he didn't like the idea of being scanned by a Minbari telepath. He had to find another solution. His musings were interrupted when he the door-handle moved.

Composing himself, Marcus stepped into the room. He counted the steps he took. Marcus reached the bed before he realized it and almost stumbled. He's still here.. Marcus heard the warrior's breathing. As he sat down on the bed a sharp rush of pain coursed through him. It would take weeks for his ribs and arm to heal.

Neroon refrained from helping the ranger to the bed. He wanted to treat the blind human with as much dignity as possible. After all, the ranger was a warrior and had proven to be a worthy adversary. During Denn-Sha Marcus had managed to hit some very painful spots. Neroon would never make the mistake of underestimating the ranger again. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

Marcus slowly shook his head. The little walk to the bathroom had tired him and he just wanted to sleep.

"Then I will leave you now. I have a meeting to attend to and...." Neroon was cut off as someone knocked on the door. "Yes?"

Marcus listened carefully and someone else entered the room.

"Danzi?" Neroon said.

Although Marcus wasn't fluent in the language of the Warrior Caste he understood the basic content and smiled briefly. Danzi and Neroon were talking in their own language and probably didn't expect a human ranger to comprehend. As far as he was able to understand, Shakiri had arrived and wanted to talk to Neroon. The ranger had never met the leader of the Warrior Caste, but the stories that surrounded Shakiri were drenched in blood, human and Minbari blood.

"I have to leave you now. Danzi will be in the corridor, should you need him, and Marcus..."

Crooking his head, the ranger waited for Neroon to finish his sentence.

"Stay in bed. I don't want you sneaking out of here and wandering off by yourself. You heard the good doctor. You need to rest. Am I making myself clear?"

Does he really care for me? He almost sounds like Stephen when the big nag is on a roll."I understand, Alit." Marcus added the last word to get a response out of Neroon. The ranger heard him mutter something about humans being a strange people and he could have sworn that the other Minbari was chuckling. Feeling strangely at peace, Marcus drifted off to sleep.

Danzi watched Neroon intensely. The young Minbari wasn't stupid and his instincts had long told him what must have occurred between the ranger and his Alit. But the thing that puzzled him most was how Neroon could have acted in a way like that. Danzi had known his Alit for 30 Minbari cycles and had always respected the warrior. Never once had he doubted Neroon's honour and even now he refused to accept that Neroon had behaved dishonourably. There had to be an explanation for Neroon's obsessive behaviour.

Neroon was enthralled by the way Marcus looked while he was asleep and hoped that the ranger's sleep would be free of nightmares. "Keep a close eye on him, Danzi. If one of Shakiri's men tries to get in here or attempts to get any information concerning the Anla'Shok, warn me. We need to be very careful for I have a feeling that Shakiri could be our enemy."

"I will guard him with my life."

Neroon nodded. Danzi had never let him down. Taking a deep breath, he prepared himself for the meeting with Shakiri. One way or another, he was going to get some answers!

A deadly silence descended in Neroon's study as Shakiri, and his second in command Dannier, strode into the room. Neroon remained seated and studied Shakiri intensely. Having known the leader of the Warrior Caste most of his life he could tell that Shakiri was gloating. There was a sick grin on Shakiri's face. His teeth bared, Shakiri sat down opposite Neroon. Shifting in his seat, Neroon continued to search for clues why Shakiri had come in the first place. Shakiri obviously felt very sure of himself. Had his instincts been right? Was Shakiri behind all this? But why? Shakiri had told Neroon a couple of times that he wanted him as his successor. That would imply that Shakiri would trust him, so why move against him? Neroon decided that it was time to face the powerful Minbari. Neroon was surprised that he felt this confident.

"You want to talk to me?"

Neroon noticed the tiny tremors in Shakiri's voice. Wherever his sanity had been hiding these last couple of weeks, it had returned to him. "Yes. I need your support." Setting up his tactic carefully, Neroon observed Shakiri's reactions. He was going to play this game on his terms.

"Support? What kind of support?"

He acts like he's ignorant. That's a mistake. He should realize that no one will believe that the leader of the Warrior Caste does not know what is going on with one of his Clan leaders. "Are you honestly telling me that you have not heard about the Anla' Shok?" I must be careful not to mention Marcus' name or the details. Shakiri will make a mistake. I have to be patient. Well, I have to admit that patience was never my strongest character trait... Neroon listened carefully to Shakiri's tone as the older Minbari answered him.

"You know what I think about humans."

The last word was uttered with loathing. Neroon didn't expect something else. Yes, he knew of Shakiri's opinion of humans ...and of Delenn for that matter. He was about to add something to infuriate his leader as Shakiri rose from his chair. Towering over Neroon, Shakiri leaned over the desk with teeth bared. He's actually trying to intimidate me! I did not realize how much Shakiri hated humans. Is that his motivation? That hate? But where do Marcus and I fit in?

"You started this... madness, Neroon. I sent you to Babylon 5 to make sure Delenn would not gain more power and what do you do? You allow a human to stop you. The thought that the Anla'Shok are allowing humans to be trained on Minbar is appalling! These humans are gaining too much influence. I thought you understood, Neroon. I saw you as my successor... I trusted you and then you betray me!"

Neroon was trying hard to remain calm. He never expected Shakiri to lose his composure like this and it told him something about the older Minbari. Hate was coursing through Shakiri and that hate was driving Shakiri insane. Neroon needed all his discipline not to reply in the same manner. He had to think, not act. "I know their growing influence bothers you, but why blame me? Because times are changing and I am one of the first to notice it?" Let's see if I can press some of Shakiri's buttons. I used to be good at luring my enemies into traps. Let's see if I can still pull it off.

"Are you still defending those puny, inferior creatures?"

Shakiri started to pace the room like a caged predator and Neroon knew he was close to getting the answers he needed so badly. He made his next remark on purpose to anger Shakiri. "Yes. I think humans have a great potential. We should treat them as equals."

"Equals! Did you lose your mind when you fell in love with that pathetic excuse for an Anla'Shok?"

Holding his raging emotions in check, Neroon rose to his feet as well. All of a sudden he remembered an argument he'd had with Shakiri after he'd returned from Babylon 5. He'd told his Caste leader about the proud Anla' Shok who had faced him, invoking Denn-sha. Then it hit him. He had also told Shakiri about certain feelings he'd developed for the human ranger. During his visit to Medlab, Neroon had discovered that he felt attracted to Marcus Cole and had even remembered mentioning the ranger's name to his Caste leader.

Shakiri's facial expression returned to Neroon. Shakiri had told him in an icy tone to forget about the human ranger. All kind of forgotten memories were surfacing in his mind now that he was talking to Shakiri. Like that meeting he had with Shakiri and Dannier just before his obsessive behaviour concerning Marcus had started. He'd just returned from a visit he paid Durhann and Shakiri had been waiting for him in the great hall of the Warrior Council. Neroon vaguely remembered walking into Shakiri's private chambers and then? And then what? What had happened? Why couldn't he remember that meeting? It was just another blank spot in his mind. Neroon was now convinced that Shakiri was involved somehow. Perhaps if he pushed Shakiri a bit harder, the Minbari would give himself away. It was a dangerous game he was playing, but he'd always loved a challenge. "Marcus is an excellent warrior," Neroon started. "Durhann trained him very well and you better pray that you will not meet him in battle. He would certainly defeat you in a pike fight." Shakiri's face contorted in anger and for a moment, Shakiri's true character showed. Neroon almost pitied the older Minbari.

"He must be good in bed if you defend him like that. Tell me, should I try him?" Shakiri hissed.

How does he dare to insult Marcus like this? Neroon had been able to control his emotions this far, but that remark made his blood boil. He realized that Shakiri had said it on purpose and told himself to remain composed. Shakiri is losing his patience. I have to use that to my advantage. I can get payback later. This insult will be punished.

"You will stay away from him," Neroon said in a determined tone. "He's my Kirmana and should you even try to hurt him, I will challenge you to Denn-Sha. And you are no match for me, Shakiri." Neroon felt utterly satisfied as he saw the stunned look on Shakiri's face. The older Minbari had never expected that reaction. Come on, Shakiri, tell me something that will give you away.

"Kirmana? You would choose a human over the finest warriors Minbar has to offer? The drugs must have affected your mind!" Shakiri turned on his heels and marched out of the room. Dannier followed his master.

Neroon was still thinking about Shakiri's last remark. Drugs? What drugs is Shakiri referring too? Neroon was lost in thought and his eyes wandered off. Shakiri and Dannier had halted and Neroon's heart missed a beat when he realized that Marcus was standing in the corridor. Marcus? No!

The moment the argument started in Neroon's study, Marcus woke from his slumber. Briefly unsure of his whereabouts he remembered where he was. He didn't bother to open his eyes. Using his other senses he tried to learn what was going on. A moan escaped his lips as he tried to shift his body into a more comfortable position in the bed. Ever since he'd become blind, he'd discovered that his other senses had sharpened. Marcus concentrated on the heated voices echoing through the rooms.

The ranger identified Neroon's voice at once. The other voice was unknown to him, but he remembered that Neroon had left him to attend a meeting with Shakiri. Marcus listened carefully, but had trouble understanding the warriors as they were speaking in the tongue of the Warrior Caste. Marcus reminded himself to teach himself that bloody language. The only words he was able to make out were humans and Anla'Shok. Why would they be discussing the rangers? Or are they talking about me? The thought made him jumpy and his curiosity got the better of him.

Dismissing the promise he'd made to Neroon to stay in bed, he carefully swung his feet to the floor, pushing back the blankets and cringed when he accidentally leaned on his broken arm. I wonder if I'll still be able to wield a pike after my arm has healed. His head snapped back as he realized that he no longer owned a ranger pin or a pike. They had both been taken away from his during his capture. Those two items had been very precious to him and to be without them pained Marcus. He wondered where the door was that would lead him into the corridor.

Judging from the loudness of their voices the Minbari had to be very close. Marcus raised himself from the bed and found support as he rested his back against the wall. He had no other choice than to run his fingers over the wall and see if he could find a doorpost. Taking it step by step, he made it to the door at last. The discussion between Neroon and Shakiri sounded even more intense now and there was a threatening tone in Shakiri's voice.

Marcus' hand trembled slightly when he found the door handle. He paused for a moment, realizing that he really shouldn't be doing this. As he turned the door handle he wondered if Neroon was going to be angry with him for walking out of his room. You bet he'll be mad. It didn't stop him though and he pushed open the door. All of a sudden he heard someone coming his way and he considered retreating to the room, but the door handle had slipped from his hand and he was momentarily at a loss what to do. Marcus didn't know that Shakiri was standing in front of him.

The Minbari's face turned into a grimace as Shakiri noticed the human.

The ranger heard someone breathe and felt body heat. He realized that somebody was very close to him and he fought an upcoming panic. He wasn't going to lose it in front of a stranger.

But Neroon saw the expression in Shakiri's eyes and knew that he had to step between the ranger and the Caste leader. Neroon didn't trust Shakiri any longer and looked upon him as the enemy. At this moment his enemy was eyeing Marcus with a speculatory smile. Moving as fast as he could he tried to get into the corridor and in front of Marcus. Neroon could tell by Marcus' facial expression that the ranger had no idea who he was facing. What is he doing out of bed any way? I told him to stay put. Neroon shook his head. Marcus never does what one tells him. I should know that by now.

Taking a step back, Marcus felt the door against his back and knew he was cornered. If only he knew who was standing opposite him!

"Taleen ashaan!"

Marcus heard the Minbari words, but was unable to move, recognizing the insult. The Minbari had just called him a whore. The ranger wanted to lash out at the Minbari, but was paralysed. It shocked him that anybody would call him that. It hurt!

Neroon however, didn't feel too shocked to move and was beside Marcus in mere seconds.

Marcus could actually feel the shift in air around him as Neroon reached and steadied him. Though short of breath, the ranger was still trying to react to the insult. Then, he recognized Neroon's scent; the warrior's arm moved over his chest as if to keep him from attacking the Caste leader. Smiling a sad grin, Marcus realized that he could hardly move at this moment. He'd overestimated his strength and wished he were back in bed as his legs refused to carry his weight any longer.

"You better leave while you are still in one piece, Shakiri. You are no longer welcome in my house. Next time you insult the Anla' Shok I will invoke Denn-Sha; Marcus' honour is my honour. Now get out of my sight!" Neroon's tone was vehement.

Marcus had never expected Neroon to come to his defence, but felt strangely relieved that he didn't have to face Shakiri on his own. Even if I had a pike I couldn't hit him, not knowing where Shakiri is. But he had to put his two cents in there... "And should Neroon not beat the hell out of you, I will be happy to end what he started." Bloody hell, why did I say that? That blow on my head must also have damaged my thinking. I must be mad to threaten Shakiri the way I am now.

On Neroon's face appeared a stunned, yet approving expression. He hadn't expected Marcus to react at all. Neroon relished seeing the spark of fire in the ranger's eyes. This was the Anla' Shok he admired so much, the spirit that captivated him.

"Are you going to allow him to speak to me like that, Neroon?" Shakiri trembled from pure anger.

Neroon noticed that Dannier's hand rested on his pike. "Yes. I could not agree more with the ranger."

Marcus was tiring quickly and knew that he wasn't going to be able to stay on his feet much longer. The last thing he wanted was to pass out in front of Shakiri. Using his last bit of strength, he grabbed Neroon's arm and strengthened his hold on the warrior next to him.

Neroon felt the movement and realized that Marcus was leaning more and more on him. He had to end this discussion with Shakiri. The ranger needed to get back to bed and Neroon knew that he had to follow up on the lead that Shakiri had given him as quickly as possible. I have to find out what drugs he was talking about.

"There is nothing more that needs to be said between us, Shakiri," Neroon stated. "Or do you want my men to escort you to your flyer?" On Neroon's mark Danzi moved closer, accompanied by several of his men.

The Caste leader cursed and turned his back on Neroon. "We are not finished yet, Neroon."

"I know and I am looking forward to settling the issue."

Those words were the last thing Marcus heard before his legs give in.

Neroon caught him and seeing that the ranger had exhausted all his strength, scooped him up in his arms. Looking one more time at Shakiri convinced Neroon that the Caste leader had left the corridor. Shifting his glare to Marcus, Neroon saw that the ranger had fallen asleep due to fatigue. Neroon walked over to the bed and gently lay him down. After he had covered Marcus in soft and warm blankets, he stared at Danzi. "How did he get into the corridor? I told you to make sure he stayed in bed."

"I know that it is no excuse, but the Anla' Shok opened the door the same moment Shakiri entered the corridor. I had no time to act."

Neroon saw the guilty expression on Danzi's face and realized that his second in command wasn't to blame for this confrontation.

" It will never happen again. I swear, Alit."

"The ranger is stubborn, Danzi. I should have known that he wouldn't listen to reason and try to walk off. In future I want more guards in the corridor. Marcus is not allowed to leave this room until he has healed more. The doctor told me to see to his rest."

Danzi bowed and left the room taking up his post in the corridor.

Seating himself beside the bed, Neroon studied the lines of suffering on Marcus' brow. Once he was sure that the ranger was soundly asleep Neroon decided to pay a visit to an old friend.

The warrior located the old priest in the garden where Shahaam was gathering some healing plants. Neroon saw that old age was getting to his trusted friend. The average lifespan of a Minbari was between 133 and 150 Minbari cycles and Shahaam was closing in on 130. Neroon watched the healer and realized that he had to put his trust in Shahaam. He needed the priest's help if he wanted to uncover what was going on. Shahaam had earned quite a reputation as a healer and was much revered as a wise priest.

"Neroon, I heard your footsteps...What brings you to the garden at this hour?"

A smile appeared on Neroon's worried face. Shahaam still amazed him. The priest would have made a fine tactician should he have felt a calling to join the Warrior Caste in his younger years. "I need your help and advice, old friend."

"Let's sit down, Neroon. My old bones are weary."

Neroon sat down on the bench next to Shahaam. Studying the deeply lined face, Neroon discovered that Shahaam looked even more ancient than he had at first sight. It wouldn't be much longer until the old healer would leave his house to spend his last cycles in a somnolent state as most elder Minbari used to do. He already knew that he was going to miss Shahaam who had been his teacher, priest and physician. Stopping this line of thought, Neroon gathered his courage. It wasn't a pretty story, which he had to tell Shahaam.

"What's troubling you, Neroon? I've known you from the day I delivered you. I can see the anguish in your eyes."

Shahaam's grey eyes locked with Neroon's dark ones and made him flinch involuntarily. Telling Shahaam of his crimes would be hard on him. Neroon valued Shahaam's opinion of him very highly. "It started some weeks ago. I had an argument with Shakiri about the human Anla'Shok."

"The one you brought with you? I heard that he's injured and blind?"

Neroon couldn't help admiring Shahaam. The old Minbari had his own sources for information. "Yes. I was infatuated with him and for some reason I began to pursuit him. I dishonoured him, hurt him, and caused his blindness. But the thing is... that my memories of what happened during that time are fading fast. There are even some blank spots. That worries me." No longer avoiding Shahaam's inquiring gaze, he looked at his old mentor.

"Shahaam, there is no one out there who knows me better than you do. In your opinion: am I capable of raping the Anla' Shok? I know I did, but it is like my mind was separated from my body at that time." Neroon hoped that Shahaam could help him. He wasn't trying to deny his crimes, but it bothered him. Neroon felt like he couldn't trust himself any longer.

A sigh emanated from Shahaam's lips as he crooked his head to observe Neroon. The old priest was considering the question put to him. Neroon silently allowed him to have his own net of contacts and informants. During Neroon's absence Shahaam took over the Alit's responsibilities. The priest had heard of Neroon's dishonourable actions and had hoped that they had been nothing more than lies. Sending out messages to his informants had paid off. Shahaam knew that Neroon had just had a confrontation with Shakiri; a warrior the old priest distrusted. Neroon evidently did not trust Shakiri any more than Shahaam did and had come to him for advice. He chose his answer carefully. "I know what happened between you and the human."

Neroon lowered his eyes.

"Neroon, I have seen you in anger or ready to go into battle, but I do not think that you would ever lose control over your emotions like that. You are a true warrior. No, you wouldn't forcefully take the Anla'Shok. It would clash with everything you believe in and are willing to fight for. Do you suspect Shakiri of foul play?"

Neroon sighed relieved that maybe he could still trust himself. If Shahaam had doubted his sincerity or sanity, the priest would have told him. "Yes. Shakiri said the strangest thing as he left. He told me that the drugs must have affected my brain. What drugs?"

"You want me to run some tests on your blood, looking for abnormalities, is that it?" They were watching each other, thinking similar thoughts. "I hope that there will still be some traces of the substance in your blood, for you do not seem to be under any influence at this moment. Perhaps you should try to get an older blood sample."

Nodding his head, Neroon saw the wisdom in those words. He had to contact Babylon 5 any way to inform Commander Ivanova of Marcus' current state. He might as well check if the human doctor was still onboard. The warrior vaguely remembered several fights he and Marcus must have had and he did remember getting injured in the process. Perhaps there was a chance of getting that blood sample.

Susan Ivanova stared at the mug filled with caff. She was so swamped with work that she didn't have time to get some real coffee beans. The door chime tore her away from her musings. "Enter."

Doctor Stephen Franklin entered her quarters. He was in civvies and there was an uncomfortable expression on his face.

"Stephen, when will you leave?"

"Tomorrow evening. Delenn arranged for me to have one of the White Stars to take me to Minbar. I just wanted to make sure that you're okay. Are you sure you don't want to tag along?" Stephen didn't really know what to think of this situation. Susan had told him that she had insisted that Marcus would stay on Minbar, but he didn't agree with her decision. Marcus had been a mess the last time the doctor had seen him. Stephen wanted to get to Minbar as quickly as possible to see with his own eyes that Marcus was doing all right.

"No. I want to wait until Marcus contacts me himself. He's going through a very rough period and he needs time to recover."

"Did Neroon leave you any messages?" The doctor was worried for Susan as well as Marcus. Susan managed a tiny smile as she answered him.

"Yes. He contacted me some minutes ago. Marcus appears to be getting stronger. Seems like our ranger threatened to beat the crap out of a very powerful Minbari warrior." Remembering their conversation, she smiled. She appreciated that Neroon kept her informed. Whenever Neroon spoke of Marcus, there was a tender tone in his voice.

"That sounds like our Marcus alright! " A bit hesitant, Stephen sought out her eyes. "Susan, Neroon contacted me as well and asked me the strangest thing. He wanted to know it there was a way for me to get my hands on a blood sample from the time that he was harassing Marcus. Do you think I should give it to him?"

"You actually got one?" Neroon had asked her the same question. She had told him that she would try to get one. The warrior had been reluctant to tell her why he needed it, but Susan assumed that the Minbari had his reasons for asking her.

"Yes. One of Marcus' turtlenecks has Neroon's blood on it."

"Give it to Neroon. I don't see any danger in handing it to him."

"Alright. Want me to do something, say anything in particular when I'm there?"

Sipping from her caff, she eyed Stephen. She wasn't sure what to answer. "Just let me know how he's doing. I'm inclined to believe Neroon when he tells me that Marcus is beginning to recover, but.... I would feel a lot more comfortable if I knew it was the truth."

"You can count on me, Susan. I won't let you or Marcus down and if there's a way to restore his eyesight, I'll find a way."

"Thanks, you're a good friend, Stephen." Watching him leave reminded her that her shift was going to start in a couple of minutes and she slipped into her uniform jacket. It would be another busy day. She knew that for sure. Lt. Corwin had been injured in an incident involving angry Narns and Centauri and would be out for some weeks. Now she had to work in a replacement officer by the name of Sacha Harris.

"Alit, where do you want dinner served?" Danzi tried to hide a smile as he entered the little sick room. Neroon had moved a more comfortable chair into Marcus' room and had taken some paper work with him, but Danzi saw the far away look in Neroon's eyes. He was certain that Neroon hadn't even started to read the files.

Hearing the question, Neroon moved in his chair. He had been watching Marcus sleep for some hours now and the unread reports were staring back at him. The ranger's sleep had been undisturbed and Neroon had enjoyed simply looking at Marcus' relaxed face. "My study. I don't think Marcus will be able to walk very far."

Danzi left the room to see to it that Neroon's orders were carried out.

Neroon was now faced with the task of waking Marcus. He got up from his chair and walked over to the bed. The blankets were twisted around Marcus's body as he'd pulled them closer to his body during his sleep. At that moment Neroon realized how incredibly vulnerable Marcus was. The warrior knew Shakiri's unpredictable temper and hoped that the Shai Alit wasn't going to resort to violence. Although no Minbari was allowed to kill another Minbari that wouldn't prevent Shakiri from trying to hit Neroon using his weak spot: Marcus.

"Marcus? Wake up, dinner is almost ready." And I have no idea what this human cook produced this time. The ranger stirred, but didn't wake up. "Marcus? I know you are sleepy, but you have to eat." He spoke a bit louder now and Marcus reacted.

The ranger moved in his sleep as he heard a voice call his name. Waking up, he felt disorientated. Still tired, he sat up and ignored the pain in his body. His raven locks were a mess and he ran a hand through them. Something must have woken him and he wondered what it had been.

"Are you hungry? The cook prepared a human dish for dinner," Neroon said softly.

Not expecting to hear Neroon's voice, Marcus was momentarily taken aback, but then remembered that Neroon was taking care of him. He tried to calm down his breathing a sharp pain echoed in his chest. What had been Neroon's question? "Hungry? I don't know... How long have I been asleep?"

"Eight hours." Neroon waited for Marcus to set the pace of this conversation. It was obvious that Marcus needed some time to drive the sleep away from his mind.

"That long? I had some stupid dream about Shakiri. I wonder why I would dream about him." Marcus seemed lost as he struggled to make sense of what he thought of as a dream.

"That was no dream, Marcus. Shakiri was here and... .what did you think you were doing in the corridor in the first place? I told you to stay in bed! This way your injuries will never heal properly." Neroon's concern showed in his voice.

Absorbing this new information Marcus remembered climbing out of bed as he'd heard the heated conversation the two Minbari warriors. "I actually threatened Shakiri and I'm still alive? Probably didn't think I was worth the trouble killing...." The insult returned to Marcus: Shakiri had called him a whore; those words made him shudder. But he also remembered the dangerous edge to Neroon's voice as the warrior had stepped in there. Marcus recalled how Neroon had defended him, appearing to be on the verge of invoking Denn'Sha between him and his Caste leader. It was hard for Marcus to believe that Neroon would actually risk his life to protect a human. Yet, Neroon had sounded so sincere! A part of him wanted to believe that Neroon cared for him, another part dismissed the idea as madness. He wasn't sure which part had the upper hand. The struggle within was always the hardest.

"If he had laid his hands on you he would be dying at this moment. I would never have allowed him to hurt you. I pledged myself to protect you and that's what I will do."

Marcus raised his head. His eyes were still trying to focus on the Minbari in a futile attempt to see. Yes, he took that oath. I never heard of a Minbari warrior who pledged himself to a human. Why would he do that?

"Doctor Edwards told me to see to it that you eat. Or do you want to be hooked up again to the IV's?"

Shivering, Marcus shook his head; he was going to cooperate and eat. He hated those IV's like hell and noticed that his long nap had strengthened him a bit. He was no longer swaying on his feet. Now what? In what direction must I move? I hate being blind.

The emotions Marcus was going through were evident on his face and Neroon wanted to help him so badly. "What would you say if I told you to put your hand on my shoulder? I will walk you to the study."

Marcus knew darn well that he had no choice in this matter. The last thing he wanted was to run into walls or doors. Hesitantly, he raised his left arm and Neroon placed it on his shoulder. "You're not wearing your uniform?" Marcus murmured. His fingers told him that the Minbari was wearing a cotton-like shirt.

"No." Neroon slowly walked to the corridor, making sure Marcus was able to keep up with him. The ranger's feet shuffled over the floor and Neroon looked at the ranger when Marcus' fingers dug into his shoulder to hold on. Halfway to the study Neroon paused and watched Marcus catch his breath. Only when he was certain Marcus had regained his breath, they covered the last part to the set table in his study.

Marcus' fingers were shaking as he sat down in the chair. Like always, he'd overestimated his strength. Trying hard to subdue the trembling, he hid his hand under the table.

Neroon noticed Marcus' action to cover up his exhaustion, but refrained from making any comment. As was tradition, he sat down opposite of his guest. The human dish on the table was unknown to him. "I hope that you will be able to identify this for me. I have no idea what it is called."

Marcus smiled, listening to the sounds the utensils made. Sniffing the fragrances in the air told him that it might be something Italian. There was a definite touch of garlic and basil swirling around the table. Restricted to the use of one hand he decided to use the fork. A spoon and knife were also lying on the table, but the fork would be the easiest to use. Running his hand over the wooden table in front of him, he discovered his plate. The fork made a metallic sound as he tried to get some of the food attached to it. "So, let's see if I can 'identify' this for you. I'm not an expert myself, you must know," he said, trying to sound chipper.

Neroon was poking the food on his plate waiting for Marcus to try it. Perhaps then he would consider eating it. The warrior didn't really like the tasteless Flarn, but at this moment Flarn seemed an acceptable alternative to whatever this was.

It is Italian, some sort of pasta...Rather tasty actually, although a bit spicy. "It's pasta, Neroon. I have to compliment your cook, but I think I might need something to drink to go along with this."

"Will some water do?" Neroon couldn't refrain from devouring the ranger with his eyes.

"Yes."

The Minbari poured some water into Marcus' glass and studied the ranger as Marcus' fingers found the glass and raised it to his lips. It seemed that Marcus was able to cope with the limitations of his blindness and Neroon felt a bit relieved. Giving the cook the benefit of the doubt Neroon tried the pasta as well and found it unlike anything he had ever eaten before; deciding he liked it. Neroon hadn't yet decided when to tell Marcus that Stephen Franklin was flying in, but he knew that he couldn't postpone it much longer. This moment would be as good as the next one. "I do not really know how to tell you this, Marcus."

"Tell me what?" The ranger had been enjoying dinner until now. Neroon's remark made him apprehensive.

"I asked Stephen Franklin to have a look at your injuries and he gladly complied. He will arrive the day after tomorrow." Concerned, Neroon saw Marcus' face turn white. The fork fell from Marcus' hand. The ranger's unseeing eyes stared at him. There were so many emotions on Marcus' face that it actually baffled the warrior momentarily: shock, hope, fear, and joy.

"Why did you ask him? I don't want to see him. I don't want his pity."

"Perhaps he can help you, Marcus. I thought you considered him to be your friend?" Neroon asked, confused by the ranger's reaction.

"I do, but...."

The three words lingered in the room for some moments before Neroon spoke again. "Is it not normal that your friends care for you, want to help you? Why would you deny them that? Would you not want to help Stephen Franklin if he needed you?"

"Of course I would, but this is different." Marcus' voice had turned into a whisper at this point and his eyes were tightly shut.

"Why is this different? Because it is you who needs the support?" Not receiving any answer, Neroon pushed his plate aside and crossed his arms in front of his chest. He had no idea why Marcus wouldn't want his friends to care for him.

"Because they're better off without me..." Lowering his head, Marcus wished he could run away and never return. He didn't want to talk about this; had never wanted to admit that truth.

"Why would that be? You are a wonderful person, Marcus. You have a lot to give and if I read you correctly, you do not ask for much in return."

"Why would they be interested in me? I'm blind, worthless, and helpless... I'm only a burden."

The sadness in Marcus' voice got to Neroon. There was such an air of loss, despair in those few words that it frightened him. Biting his lip, he chose not to tell Marcus about the chance of getting his eyesight back. What if Edwards had been wrong and the blindness was incurable? He had to remain silent a little longer. "Marcus, you are talking yourself into things. You are a splendid warrior and certainly not worthless. Don't you dare call yourself that! You have to believe in yourself and if you let me I will help you to get back to your former shape..."

Neroon's tone softened as he continued, watching Marcus closely. The ranger was staring at him with a stunned expression on his face. "That will include pike training and I am a relentless teacher. In the end you will be capable of crushing any Minbari who would dare to oppose you. But first, you need to rest. In the meantime I will get you a good pike. Do we have a deal, Marcus?"

There was disbelief written all over the ranger's face, obviously doubting Neroon's words.

"Do you really mean that? Are you serious?"

"Yes. So, do we have a deal, Marcus Cole?"

A feeling of nausea was claiming the ranger quickly as the truth hit him without warning. He does care for me, perhaps he even loves me. Realizing that Neroon was waiting for an answer, he played with the cloth of his tunic in a nervous manner. Unable to speak, he nodded.

"Is that a yes?" Neroon asked once more.

"Yes..."

Marcus placed the fork back on the plate after finishing dinner. He'd managed to eat most of the pasta, knowing he had to take in as many calories as possible if he wanted to get his strength back. There had hardly been any conversation up to this point. Both men were busy sorting out their thoughts and emotions.

"Alit, Anla'Shok? The cook asked me to serve desert," Danzi said in a soft tone.

Desert? How am I going to eat that as well? I'm already stuffed. But Marcus knew that by refusing to eat it he would insult the cook and his host. He heard Danzi enter and place the deserts on the table.

"Danzi, what is this?" Puzzled, Neroon sniffed at the food and wondered what it would taste like.

"The cook calls it: Death By Chocolate."

"What?" Neroon had heard of this sweet substance most humans seemed to be very fond of, but had never tasted it himself and was curious to try it.

Marcus' fingers curled around the spoon Danzi handed him and after locating the plate, he tried the delicacy. It had been years since he had last eaten anything that resembled chocolate. "It's ice cream!" A tone of surprise filled Marcus' voice as he decided to dig in. This was absolutely delicious. The ranger was unaware of the fact that Neroon was watching him in an amused way. Marcus managed to eat the desert in a few minutes.

After having tasted it himself, Neroon decided it was far too sweet and lay down the spoon. He focused on Marcus who had emptied his plate. "You missed a bit," he said teasingly, relishing seeing the smile on the human's face.

"I did? Where is it?"

"Want me to show you?" Neroon couldn't hide his smirk any longer.

"Why not? It might be years before I get another chance at eating this. Your cook is spoiling us."

You... He is spoiling you, and Neroon reminded himself to extend his thanks to that cook. Picking up his plate, he walked over to Marcus and replaced the ranger's plate with his own. Smiling, Neroon saw the eager anticipation on Marcus' face. "Can I take your hand and show you?"

Marcus nodded, wondering how he could have missed some bits of that fabulous ice cream. Sensing Neroon's hand on his sent shivers down his spine and he was not sure why. Was it fear or something else? Marcus dismissed the thought, not ready to deal with his emotions just yet. As he moved his spoon to his mouth, Neroon withdrew and walked back to his chair. "I really don't understand how I could miss the rest of this ice cream."

The smile on Neroon's face grew even broader. The ranger was easily tricked.

But Marcus was thinking. He knew that his plate had been empty. Logical reasoning brought him to the conclusion that Neroon had given him his desert. He stopped eating and caught himself trying to focus his eyes on Neroon. The ranger knew he was blind, but his body hadn't accepted that fact yet. "Is this your desert, Neroon? You don't have to do this."

"I wanted to. I do not like it and you do."

"Thank you." Marcus didn't know what else to say. Now that dinner was finished, his eyes were definitely closing slowly from fatigue. He hadn't eaten this much in weeks. Realizing that he was going to fall asleep, he addressed Neroon. "I think that I better get back to my room. Your cook is a genius, Neroon."

"Can you get back by yourself or do you want me to help you?" The warrior wanted to enable Marcus to choose. He achieved his goal. The ranger was wondering what to do.

Marcus wanted to try to get back on his own. "I think I can manage." Pushing his chair away, Marcus staggered to his feet. Bugger, did I really say that I could do this on my own? I'm not that sure anymore. Shouldn’t have eaten that second desert. Reluctant to admit that he needed help, he started to walk into the direction he suspected the corridor was.

As Neroon got up himself he carefully eyed Marcus. The ranger was unsteady on his feet, but had a determined look on his face.

Marcus managed to get into the corridor, but felt lost. Which way to go...? "Neroon? Could you put me in the right direction?"

"You have to go left," Neroon said, never losing sight of him.

Is that man really chuckling? I can hear him laughing... what did he say? Bollocks... now I have forgotten what he said... I think he said right...

A bit relieved that Marcus couldn't see him chuckle, Neroon continued to watch the ranger's attempt to get back to his room. What started off as some innocent teasing became serious all of a sudden as the ranger sped up, almost running into the wall. A sharp hiss of pain filled the corridor and Neroon was beside Marcus in mere seconds. The ranger was clutching his chest, his breathing turned haggard and shallow. "Are you all right?" Neroon asked, steadying the human.

Unable to lie, Marcus shook his head. The pain in his ribs was almost unbearable.

"Let me help you get back to bed. You will take one of those painkillers Edwards left behind." Neroon just wrapped an arm around Marcus' waist and practically carried him to the bed. After he helped Marcus lying down, Neroon walked over to the table and took the vials into his hands. He filled a glass with water and sat down on the edge of the bed. Marcus was wheezing and his frame shook fighting the pain spasms. "Here, take these," Neroon instructed

"What is it?" The pills were placed into his hand and Marcus had no strength to argue with Neroon.

"A painkiller and something to help you sleep. I think you need them."

Accepting the water, Marcus swallowed the medication a bit reluctantly.

Neroon pulled up the blankets and took the glass from Marcus' hands. The ranger was going to be asleep for at least 10 hours.

"Neroon? Will you stay with me until I'm asleep?" Marcus asked hesitantly.

"If that is what you want." Neroon replied, surprised the ranger wanted him close.

"Yes...." The comfort of the bed relaxed the ranger and the pain began to disappear. It was hard for him to think coherently and he realized that the sleeping pill was taking effect. Marcus didn't feel how Neroon stroked his hair. Sleep had already claimed him.

In the temple's laboratory Shahaam was trying to analyse Neroon's blood. The priest wasn't making much progress. If only he could get hold of an older blood sample! Studying the composition of the blood, he couldn't repress a sigh. There was something bothering him as he isolated certain cells, which seemed to be surrounded by an alien substance. But he was unable to identify it. Shahaam was at a loss. He had no other choice as to wait for an older sample to arrive.

"Shahaam, did you manage to find something?" After he'd left Marcus, Neroon had gone in search of the old priest.

"Come and have a look yourself."

Neroon walked over to the display and studied the results. "What am I looking at?"

"I analysed your blood. Something about it is strange, but I can not pin it down."

Neroon felt Shahaam's eyes on him. "I contacted Babylon 5. If there is a way of getting that blood sample you need, the doctor will bring it."

Satisfied, Shahaam nodded. "When will this doctor arrive?"

"Stephen Franklin should arrive the day after tomorrow."

"Splendid. Neroon. I advice you to keep an eye on Shakiri. You infuriated him and he was already angry before he arrived here."

"I know. I have been thinking about what he said. That I started this by falling in love with a human. He disapproves of my choice, but would that be reason enough for him to want to destroy me?"

"Shakiri wants to stop the influence that humans are gaining. He sent you to Babylon 5 to stop Delenn. He told you that all means were allowed to stop her and you believed him. After you returned from Babylon 5, Shakiri must have felt betrayed. You had refused to carry out his order and then you told him that you had feelings for a human ranger... Shakiri will do anything to stop the Minbari blood from mingling with human blood. I always had my doubts about Shakiri's qualifications to lead the Warrior Caste and Council. Before you were born Shakiri's father killed one of his warriors in a fit of frenzy. You know that we Minbari pride ourselves on not having killed another Minbari in a thousand years; you also know that it's a half-truth. The murderers are judged temporarily insane and banished to the little penal colony orbiting Minbar. I think Shakiri is a lot like his father." Shahaam laid a hand on Neroon's shoulder. Minbari generally didn't touch each other except if they were some ties involved.

Neroon accepted the gesture and waited for his old mentor to continue. There was certain wisdom in Shahaam's words.

"You have to be careful. Shakiri will try to use the ranger to get to you. This Marcus Cole is a pawn in a heartless game Shakiri is playing. He will not refrain from hurting the ranger. He has proven that already. He doesn't care what happens to the human."

"My thoughts exactly. That is why I ordered the guards to be doubled. I just hope that we can get our hands on an older sample to prove our theory."

"So do I, Neroon. So do I."

Ten hours later Marcus woke from his drug-induced sleep, feeling cosy and warm. His fingers moved down the blankets to pull them from his body. His ribs and arm didn't hurt at the moment. Perhaps the painkiller was still effective. A smile appeared on his face as he remembered the conversation they had during dinner yesterday. It seemed that Neroon was truly interested in his recovery.

Marcus gulped as he remembered that Neroon was determined to give him pike fighting lessons. He'd fought the Minbari and knew that he could learn a lot if Neroon was willing to teach him, but also knew that it would be painful. Listening closely made him realize that this was the first time that he was alone since he had been rescued from that hellhole. He had no memories of how he had escaped his tormentor. The first thing he remembered was waking up in this bed. Neroon had been holding him...

Neroon. The Minbari confused him. During these last days Neroon had been tender and caring, so much unlike the Neroon who had stalked him for weeks. Feeling along the bandages made him realize that his injuries were serious. Neroon had been right to tell him to stay in bed and rest, but Marcus hated being confined to bed.

The warrior's name reappeared time and time again in Marcus' mind. He tried to push it away. The Minbari had hurt him so profoundly, how could he even feel something like sympathy for the warrior? And yet, he liked the Neroon who was taking care of him. Marcus had to stop this inner argument before it would drive him crazy.

In an attempt to get away from that subject, he decided that it was time for him to make another trip to the bathroom. He'd been sweating during his sleep and perhaps he could find a way to shower or take a bath. If he remembered correctly the bathroom was equipped with both. His memory served him well as he slowly walked over to the bathroom. Once inside, he sighed audibly. His fingers found the shower and it took him several minutes to locate the taps. He succeeded in establishing a comfortable water temperature and began to take off his clothing. He hoped that the bandages were waterproof. He stepped into the shower and relaxed as the droplets ran over his body. He simply stood there, enjoying the water shower. His hair was plastered to his face and he lifted his face to feel the water run over his skin.

Why do I still feel tired? I must have slept something like 18 hours yesterday.... As he stepped out of the shower he realized that he had no towels to dry his skin. He began a tentative search of the bathroom and was relieved as he found some towels in a small cupboard. His fingers told him that there were some more clothes lying on the shelf. Marcus wondered if they would fit him.

Carefully drying his skin, he avoided touching the bruised ribs. The clothes fit and he felt refreshed as he made his way back to the bedroom. The moment he entered the room he knew that Neroon was there. How do I know he's here? It's like a feeling, a tingling in my brain. Must have finally lost my mind.

"Neroon?"

"Ah, there you are. I was a bit worried when you did not respond to the knock on the door." Neroon was telling the truth. He had been concerned when he hadn't found the ranger inside the room. Then he'd heard the water running in the bathroom. He'd sat down and waited for Marcus to emerge from the adjoining room. The ranger's hair was still damp and Neroon wished he could run his fingers through the wet strands. "How did you sleep?"

"I only woke up minutes ago and decided I needed to get cleaned up. I suppose now comes the bit where you tell me to get back in bed and rest?"

The weak smile on Marcus' face made Neroon chuckle once more. He definitely liked Marcus' sense of humour. "As a matter of fact I am here to see to it that you have some lunch. It is early in the afternoon and you should eat and drink something."

"Are you trying to fatten me up? The only things I have been doing since I came here are eating and sleep. Not that I'm really complaining though," Marcus quipped with some of his old wit.

"You should gain some extra weight, Marcus." Rising to his feet, Neroon approached the ranger. An approving smile appeared on Neroon's face as the human extended his hand. Neroon placed that hand on his shoulder and led Marcus to the balcony of his study where they were going to have lunch.

Marcus was thankful that he could get off his feet and lowered himself into the chair. It was a strange sensation to feel the sun on his face without seeing the beams. "It must be a beautiful day. " He didn't wait for Neroon to help him to eat his breakfast. Marcus felt a little more confident since yesterday evening and he located the tea mug within seconds. As he explored the food items on the table he discovered that it was mostly fruit. Well, at least I don't have to use the utensils. Marcus ate several pieces of fruit and enjoyed the warm sun caressing his skin. He hadn't felt this comfortable for weeks.

"I need to attend to some matters this afternoon. Danzi will stay with you," Neroon told him.

Marcus was briefly astonished. Why was Neroon so intent on having him watched over? It wasn't like he was going to make a run for it in his present state. Or was something else bothering Neroon? Was the Minbari afraid that he was going to hurt himself? "Why? I can get around myself."

"And crash into walls..." Neroon argued.

"Well, that wall wasn't supposed to be there!" The ranger began to feel cornered.

"You know that I have a valid point not to leave you alone." The warrior exchanged a look with Danzi, standing in the study. "I have to go now. Doctor Franklin will arrive tomorrow and has asked me to set up some kind of laboratory. I will be busy all afternoon. Why don't you not try to get some more rest? Your eyes are closing as we speak."

"I know... but I would like to sit here a little longer? Can I?" Marcus asked pleadingly.

"Of course. Are you sure it is not too uncomfortable for you? It might be better to lay down."

"No, I will be alright." Marcus heard Neroon take a deep breath.

"Did anyone ever tell you that you are stubborn?"

"Oh yes..." The friendly bantering wasn't something Marcus expected. Neroon was turning out to be pleasant company, something that baffled Marcus, not sure what to make of the warrior.

"I will see you at dinner." Neroon didn't really want to leave, but he had no choice. Stephen Franklin needed a working area and Shahaam had volunteered to help him set up an improvised laboratory.

Danzi kept his eye on Marcus, who had fallen asleep in the chair. It wasn't really unusual for the second in command to do some paperwork in Neroon's study. During his Alit's absence he often worked here. Laying down the report he studied the sleeping human. Danzi had been fighting in the Earth-Minbari war when he had heard that Minbari souls were being reborn into human bodies. As he looked at the human ranger, he was sure that Marcus Cole possessed such a Minbari soul. Perhaps that was why Neroon had chosen the human as his mate.

Marcus was unaware of the Minbari's thoughts, deeply asleep.

Danzi looked up from writing his report when he heard some movement on the balcony. It didn't take him long to realize that Marcus Cole was awake. Remembering Neroon's instructions he rose to his feet and checked if the Anla'Shok was still resting.

Wonder how long I've slept this time. It's almost embarrassing. No matter where I am, I seem to doze off within minutes. But I do like it out here. It's been so long since I felt the warmth of the sun on my face.Marcus shifted slightly in his chair to get into a more comfortable position. Someone had placed a blanket over him and in spite of the warm sunlight he felt cold. He was relieved that the nightmares had left him alone this time.

"Is there anything I can do for you, Anla'Shok?"

The sudden presence of a Minbari startled him for a second until he recognized the voice. "You're Danzi, aren't you? Neroon's second in command, if I remember correctly."

"That's correct, Anla'Shok."

"Please call me Marcus." The truth was that Marcus didn't feel he deserved to be called that title any longer. He'd lost his ranger pin and pike and physically he wasn't up for any ranger duties. He wondered if Delenn knew where he was and if she approved of his whereabouts. As he thought of her, he couldn't help thinking of Susan as well. He hadn't even contacted her yet. Sorry, Susan. I can't face you right now. I need to sort out what happened to me first and then I need to know where to go from here. He blocked her from his memory.

If only he knew what his feelings were for Susan or for Neroon for that matter. There was still that strange attraction between him and the warrior, even after everything that had happened between them. Marcus knew that he would have to face his feelings in the near future. But first I need to get stronger. I have to find myself again in this mess of emotions inside me. Suddenly he remembered that he wasn't alone. "Sorry Danzi, I wasn't ignoring you."

"I know, but I wonder if there is anything I can do for you." Danzi smiled as he repeated the question. He hadn't met many humans yet and this was his chance to learn more about them.

Something bothered Marcus and maybe Danzi could provide him with some answers. "Would you sit with me for a moment? There are some things I would like to know."

Danzi complied and sat down. He wondered what kind of questions the human had.

"Neroon told me that he wants me to be his.... Kirmana? Is that what it's called?"

Danzi nodded. Neroon had also told him about his plans and the young Minbari chose his answer carefully as he spoke. "That is the correct term. What do you wish to know?"

"What does this exactly mean? I know some things about the Minbari being a ranger, but the customs within the Warrior Caste were never part of my training."

The young warrior berated himself. He had thought Marcus would know what the term implied. "Didn't Neroon tell you?"

"He did, but I wasn't really conscious at the time... a bit groggy." He'd been confused when Neroon had spoken the first words of that ritual. He hoped that Danzi would tell him.

"Well, it's an ancient tradition within the Warrior Caste for the Clan leader to choose a Kirmana... a significant other; a mate. This is usually a warrior from the same Clan and might be a male or a female though it is recommended to choose a male warrior. The Kirmana is... how can I put this... a sort of second in command. Should something happen to the Clan leader, the command is handed over to the Kirmana. It is a relationship that demands a lot of trust. The Clan leader is only allowed to choose a Kirmana once in his lifetime and is bound by honour to protect and defend his partner. The Kirmana's part in all this is one of a trusted counselor. Once the Clan leader has pledged himself to this warrior he is not allowed to have any intimate relationships except with his Kirmana."

"Let me get this straight," Marcus was completely awake all of a sudden, stunned by the things he had just heard. "So, Neroon can only chose this Kirmana once and then he's bound to him until he dies?"

"Yes, that's the custom."

"What if this Kirmana is no Minbari? Or doesn't want to be... his significant other?"

Danzi's smile remained on his face. This was turning out to be an interesting conversation. He definitely liked this human ranger. "That would be a first. But I do think you would make a very good second in command. About your second question.... Did Neroon ask you to pledge yourself to him?"

Bugger, he knows why I'm asking these questions. I wonder if Neroon told him or are there already rumours going around? "No, he didn't... How did you know I was talking about Neroon and I?"

"I served him all my life and he honours me with his trust. But if Neroon did not ask you to make the same commitment, you are not bound to him."

"So, if I want to leave right now, can I do that?"

"Of course, you are no prisoner."

Marcus leaned back into the chair and felt even more confused now. "What if I wanted to be with someone else?"

"As long as you did not commit yourself to Neroon... you wouldn't have any obligations towards him. Although it would be the first time a Kirmana would leave the Clan... I hope you don't mind me pointing this out to you, but the moment Neroon chose you as his Kirmana you became part of the Star Riders Clan. You're under the Clan's protection."

"Great, that's just bloody great!" Marcus was being beyond confused. He was flabbergasted. Why would Neroon do this? Perhaps because he really loves me?

Danzi watched Neroon return to his study. The Alit's eyes immediately searched the balcony. "He is resting in his room. He had some questions," Danzi informed him.

"Questions? What kind of questions?"

Starting to feel a bit uncomfortable, Danzi got up from behind the desk. "He wanted to know what 'Kirmana' meant. I explained the tradition to him.... May I speak openly with you, Alit?"

"Of course."

"Did you want him to stay ignorant of his new position? He looked confused when I told him." It was obvious Danzi feared that he'd crossed some line between him and his Alit by telling Marcus what the ranger wanted to know.

"I sort of told him, but he wasn't really lucid at that time. He was confused, you say? About what?" Neroon was also confused now.

Danzi lowered his eyes. It wasn't really his place to be discussing these kind of intimate matters with Neroon. Danzi didn't want to pry or mingle in his affairs. "About a couple of things actually. But he was mostly astonished to hear that he became a member of our Clan and your second in command when you pronounced him to be your Kirmana. He seemed... shocked."

"Perhaps I should talk to him. Did he already have dinner?" Neroon asked.

"Yes, he ate something called pancakes. I did not know when to expect you back and it was getting late. "

"Good. You can finish your work here... I will be in his room," Neroon said and left the study.

The knock on the door woke him. Marcus had been determined not to fall asleep again fearing the nightmares, but his body was reluctant to give into his will. Rubbing his eyes, he tried to forget the nightmare that had been tormenting his sleep. He'd dreamt that he was back in that cell and tied to the bed, unable to move.

"Yes, enter." The door opened and Marcus sat up in the bed.

"Marcus, how are you? I am sorry that I could not come back earlier, but there were some problems I had to resolve," Neroon said, studying the human he was in love with.

"I wished I could stay awake for a longer period of time, but I'm so tired."

"Are you in any pain?"

"Discomfort is more like it. Neroon?" Marcus crooked his head, trying to establish how close Neroon was to him. There were some questions swirling around in his mind, but he was too nervous to ask them. The possible answers scared him.

"Yes?"

Turning his head in the direction the sound had emanated from, Marcus realized that Neroon was still standing near the door. Bugger, if only he knew how to start this conversation. "How late is it, Neroon? I have no idea, don't really know how to tell time."

"The sun just set and counting in human hours it should be 22.00 hours," Neroon smiled weakly, wishing he could wrap his arms around the ranger.

"That means I've been asleep most of the day! I never knew I could sleep that much..." Marcus muttered.

"You are recovering, Marcus. It is only normal that you need rest." Neroon cursed himself for being the coward he was. He could see Marcus struggle to find the words to ask him what was bothering him. "We need to talk, Marcus."

Walking over to the window he pulled up the chair and sat down next to the bed. As he studied Marcus' body language he realized that the ranger was uncomfortable. Marcus' fingers were tugging at the sling and his breathing quickened. "Danzi told me that you had some questions."

"Yes.... Why did you make me your Kirmana? I'm not Minbari.... Wouldn’t it be the first time that a human was accepted into the Warrior Caste or any Caste for that matter?" Marcus failed in keeping the tremor out of his voice.

"There is a first for everything, Marcus. But I thought I explained this to you. "

"I don't remember too much of what happened back then. Tell me."

The warrior mentally kicked himself for bringing up that subject. He should have stayed away from it. Marcus was moving restlessly in the bed. Neroon tried to choose his words more carefully, but he knew that the truth needed to be spoken. He couldn't lie to Marcus, but perhaps he could help the human deal with it. Marcus was now tugging at the bandage around his arm and Neroon couldn't allow that. The ranger's hand felt cold as he carefully pulled Marcus' fingers away from the bandage. He intended to let go of the cold but soft fingers, but was surprised when Marcus curled his fingers around his hand. All the emotions raging inside Marcus were written plainly across his face. Neroon remembered the question the ranger had asked him.

"You were drugged and badly injured when you got here. Doctor Edwards worked on you for a long time before all your wounds were taken care of." It was evident that Marcus had a tough time dealing with all that had happened to him. The ranger's frame shook slightly and Neroon could swear that the ranger was fighting his tears. Marcus' eyes closed and Neroon wanted to reach out so badly. How did they manage to get off track that quickly? In an unconscious attempt to calm Marcus down, Neroon ran his fingers over Marcus' knuckles. The ranger didn't pull away from him.

Marcus knew they'd been drugging him. But through the vivid dreams, the nightmares, he knew what had happened during his imprisonment and his helplessness embarrassed him. He had to retreat to a safer ground and cleared his throat before he dared to speak again. "But.... Why name me your Kirmana? You still didn't answer my question."

"I will be honest, Marcus. There are a number of reasons. The most important one is that I love you and I need to know you're safe." He hoped Marcus wouldn't inquire what his other reasons were. Marcus wasn't ready to handle the truth yet; that Shakiri was using him.

I love you and I need to know you're safe.Neroon's answer echoed in his mind and he wished he could look at Neroon to see if the Minbari was sincere.

"It is too soon for you to worry about this. You need to rest. I will leave you now so you can go back to sleep." He was about to get to his feet when Marcus strengthened his hold on his hand. "Marcus?" The ranger looked like he was afraid to let go of him. Why?

"Can't you stay a little longer? Until I'm asleep perhaps?" Marcus asked in a wavering tone.

"What are you afraid of?" Neroon was stunned to see the sudden expression of fright in Marcus' eyes. What was he missing here?

"The... nightmares... are so vivid. I'm afraid to be alone. I try to stay awake, but I know I'm too exhausted. The nightmares haunt me and take me back to the past.... It hurts to relive everything "

The whispers floated through the room and Neroon sat down again. He hadn't known Marcus' nightmares were that bad. "Of course I will stay if you want me to. You are safe here. No one will hurt you. I will not let them," he said soothingly.

"I know..." the ranger whispered in a strangled tone. Why do I want to trust him so badly? I can never forget the pain he gave me, but...Oh, Valen, I do want to believe he's sincere. I have nothing left to lose... I lost everything already. I need someone to help me through this... And I'm still not sure about my feelings for Neroon. There was a spark once, but I feel scorched...

"Lay down and let go, Marcus. I will stay with you as long as you want me to," Neroon promised.

Very hesitantly, Marcus squeezed Neroon's hand to show that he believed the warrior.

Neroon noticed the tiny gesture and it warmed his heart. Perhaps there was a chance that Marcus could forgive him someday.

Feeling watched over and safe, Marcus allowed himself to doze off, still amazed that he could sleep this much. The warrior beside him acquired a more comfortable position in the chair and continued to caress Marcus' fingers. It took Neroon several hours before he managed to fall asleep as well.

Neroon's sleep was troubled and he struggled with a nightmare himself. He was back on Babylon 5 and walking Down Below. As he turned around a corner, he froze. A smashed ranger pin was lying on the ground. Several pieces of the jewel were scattered over the floor and an extended and bloodied pike was leaning against the wall. Neroon recognized the pike as he took it into his hands. It was the one he'd used during the Denn-Sha the ranger had invoked. Something told him that he had to find the human for he was in trouble. Running through the corridors, he cursed. This resembled a labyrinth. He stopped running and tried to get his breath back. How to find Marcus? Where was he? As he calmed down, he felt something pull him in a certain direction. He gave in immediately and started to run once more.

It was growing dark all around him. He blinked his eyes and knew what had happened; he was blind. Realizing that he needed his other senses to lead him through the darkness, he closed his eyes and still managed to follow that strange feeling tugging at his mind. A pain-filled scream echoed through the corridor. Neroon recognized Marcus' voice and woke from his nightmare. He looked at Marcus, who was trashing on the bed and Neroon knew that it had been Marcus' scream, which had woken him.

"Marcus? Wake up!" Neroon sat down on the bed and wrapped his arms around the ranger, who began to calm down while opening his eyes. For the first time in his life Neroon understood how a nightmare could torment someone. He had never experienced a nightmare like one this before. He and nightmares had been strangers his entire life.

This time, Marcus wasn't scared, feeling the strong arms wrapped around him; holding him close. It was Neroon and strangely enough that soothed him. Not able to think about the reasons why he would want to put his trust in the warrior, he closed his eyes again. Resting his head on Neroon's shoulder, he trembled as the warrior interlaced his fingers with his. It baffled him how comfortable he felt in Neroon's arms....

"Are you awake? Marcus, answer me."

"I'm sorry I woke you."

"Do not worry about that, Marcus." Easing the ranger back on the bed made Neroon aware how much he wanted to hold him for a little longer. But he wasn't going to impose himself on Marcus.

"You will stay here, Neroon?" Marcus had to be certain.

"Yes." Still seated on the bed he remembered those first nights in which he'd held Marcus during his sleep. Still running his fingers over Marcus' hand, he watched the ranger doze off again, deeply touched that Marcus had accepted his embrace, but not allowing himself to feel any hope.

Stephen Franklin checked his equipment for the last time. They were two more hours away from Minbar and the doctor wondered in what state of mind he was going to find Marcus. He still didn't understand why Susan would insist that the ranger had to stay with Neroon. The warrior had raped and beaten Marcus. Stephen didn't look forward to facing Neroon. He'd developed a distinct dislike for the Minbari after what he'd done to his friend. At least, he was now getting the opportunity to check on Marcus himself and he was going to make sure Marcus was going to get the best treatment and care out there.

As he woke up, Neroon discovered that he wasn't sitting in the chair any longer. Marcus' head rested on his chest. The Minbari gulped when he realized that he was actually lying down in bed at this death-tempting angle. Well, at least he was still alive. He turned his attention to the ranger next to him and noticed that Marcus' breathing was regular and steady. Neroon wondered how he'd gotten into the bed; it must have happened during the night.

As he looked at the sun, which had started to rise, he realized that it was already late in the morning and Stephen Franklin was supposed to arrive today. There was work to be done. The laboratory the doctor had asked for wasn't ready yet and Neroon knew that Shahaam was trying his best to complete the work on his own. Neroon had to help the old priest, but first he had to get out of bed.

Moving slightly, he felt that Marcus still had an amazingly strong grip on his hand. Well, it was time for Marcus to wake up as well; it wouldn't be long before breakfast would be served. Neroon smiled as he tried to loosen the hold Marcus had on his hand, but Marcus wouldn't let go of him. Leaning in over the human, Neroon couldn't help caressing that soft hair.

"Marcus? It's time to wake up," and to let go of my hand. The ranger seemed unwilling to wake up and Neroon had to repeat his remark for a second time. This time it had the desired effect.

Seemingly disorientated, Marcus struggled to sit up in bed. His dreams had been undisturbed and peaceful as opposed to the first bit, but still he didn't feel rested. Then he noticed that his fingers were curled around Neroon's hand. He immediately loosened the hold; utterly embarrassed. Hiding his hand in his sling, he tried to gauge Neroon's mood this morning.

"I need to help Shahaam setting up a laboratory for your friend," Neroon told him.

"Shahaam?" Marcus was desperate not to show his embarrassment as he remembered how he had clung to Neroon after his nightmares. Any sort of diversion would do...

"Yes, my mentor. Do you want me to take Franklin here after he arrived or do you need more time?" Neroon wanted to know.

Marcus felt strangely touched as he heard the concerned tone in Neroon's voice. The ranger still wondered how it had been possible that Neroon had acted in such a dishonourable manner back on the station. If only the warrior had been as gentle as he was now, things would have developed differently back then. "I think I can handle it, though I'm not sure. I'm not sure of anything these days."

Looking at Marcus gravely, Neroon hoped that Franklin could help the ranger. " Rest, Marcus. I will be back with your friend later," the warrior promised.

Stephen Franklin couldn't help but admire the crystalline structures in Neroon's compound. Delenn had told him a bit about Minbari architecture, but the doctor still felt slightly awed. Several Minbari were busy carrying the medical equipment into the building and Stephen felt lost. They all treated him with respect, but no one had addressed him yet. Probably because they don't speak Standard.

"Doctor Franklin, sorry I am late. I trust you had a good journey?"

Swirling around, Stephen recognized the Minbari in front of him even though he wasn't wearing his usual warrior uniform. Neroon was dressed in a black tunic, pike attached to his belt. Stephen's first impulse had been to break Neroon's nose for what he'd done to Marcus. He halted when he realized that the dangerous expression in Neroon's eyes was no longer there. The entire time that Neroon had been stalking Marcus there had been an uncanny look on the Minbari's face. Stephen forced himself to remain calm, eyeing Neroon. "I want to see Marcus."

"Of course. I will take you there."

A bit reluctant, Stephen fell into step beside Neroon. An older Minbari appeared at Neroon's side, dressed in white robes.

"This is Shahaam, my physician. I asked him to assist you in setting up the laboratory," Neroon explained.

The old priest smiled and extended his hand. Stephen knew that Minbari refrained from touching strangers as much as possible. Not wanting to insult the old Minbari, he accepted the hand.

"I will wait for you in my laboratory. Neroon will take you there after you've visited the Anla'Shok," Shahaam said softly.

"The what?" Stephen questioned.

Realizing that the human didn't understand a word of Minbari, Neroon translated it. "Anla'Shok means ranger."

"I see," Stephen whispered.

Shahaam turned and walked into the building.

This wasn't exactly the arrival Stephen had imagined. He'd expected Neroon to be arrogant. The warrior led him through the corridors and the silence started to make Stephen nervous. "How's Marcus?"

"Not well. Doctor Edwards tended to his broken arm and bruised ribs, but it is his emotional state that worries me. He has a lot of nightmares that scare him. "

"It isn't surprising that he has nightmares. He went through some very traumatic events lately..."

"I know, doctor. I'm very much aware of the fact how much I hurt Marcus." Remembering the nightmarish events on Babylon 5, reminded him of the blood sample he'd asked the doctor to bring along. His eyes were drawn to the med kit Stephen Franklin was carrying. "Did you manage to bring a blood sample, doctor?" Neroon tried to keep the anguish from showing in his voice.

"Yes, but before I hand them over I want to know why you need them."

I deserve his anger, no matter if I was drugged or not. I should have been able to control myself. Neroon lowered his eyes and felt miserable. "Shahaam needs the samples for a test."

Surprised, Stephen stopped walking and stared at the Minbari. Instead of the rage and arrogance Stephen had expected, Neroon remained calm and in control. The doctor wondered if this was the same Minbari who'd been threatening him on Babylon 5 when he'd tried to protect Marcus from him. Test? What kind of test? Why do I get the feeling that there's something going on that I'm not supposed to know? Well, I will find out what it is. "What about this blindness? I never knew he was blind in the first place." This fact truly baffled Stephen. How had Marcus been able to fool him like that?

"It happened the last time he was admitted to Medlab. When we left.... I discovered that he'd been hiding that fact."

"You should have taken him back to Medlab."

The reproach was evident on the doctor's face and Neroon felt even more ashamed. "I know. I blame myself for not doing so. I hope you can help him. Doctor Edwards mentioned something about removing a blood clot to enable Marcus to see again."

"I'll have to scan him first, then check the readings and if necessary I'll have to perform some surgery. But let's not jump to conclusions before I've had a chance to check on him."

Neroon led Franklin into the corridor where Marcus' room was and halted momentarily.

Stephen paused as well and wondered why the Minbari had stopped.

"I haven't told Marcus yet that there might be a way for him to regain his eyesight. I wanted to wait for you to examine him first," Neroon explained.

"I understand. I won't mention it to him until I'm sure I can help him," Stephen said.

Taking a few more steps, they arrived at Marcus' door. Neroon knocked. "Marcus? Stephen Franklin is here to see you." Nothing but silence answered them and Neroon didn't like it.

"Marcus? Are you in there?" Looking at the guard in the corridor, he saw the soldier nod. The ranger had to be in there. Neroon didn't see the expression in Stephen's eyes as the doctor noticed the guard.

Was Marcus being held here against his wish? Was the soldier there to prevent the ranger from leaving? Franklin was determined to get those answers, but later. First, he wanted to see Marcus Cole.

"Yes.... You can come inside." A tiny voice told them.

A sigh escaped Neroon's lips as he heard the trembling voice. He should have realized that Marcus would be apprehensive about meeting Stephen Franklin. Opening the door, he stepped aside to allow Stephen to enter the little room.

Marcus was scared as hell to face his friend. He had to make a pitiful impression on Stephen. His eyes were closed and his fractured arm still rested in the sling. The bruised ribs hurt and Marcus realized that his breathing was rapidly increasing hearing the door open. A sudden urge to hide overwhelmed him.

"Marcus?" The doctor's eyes searched the room and he couldn't help holding his breath as he saw Marcus. The ranger was lying in bed, covered with blankets. The bandages around his arm were visible. Stephen noticed the tremors running through Marcus' body. Oh, my God, he looks bad.At last, Stephen lifted his eyes to see the empty stare returned to him. He really is blind! How could I miss that?It frightened Stephen that Marcus had lost tremendous weight and a feverish expression haunted those green eyes.

"Stephen? You didn't have to come. I'm fine." Trying hard to hang on to his composure Marcus attempted to smile. Too late did he realize that he wouldn't be able to fool the doctor.

"You don't look fine to me, Marcus." A look of understanding passed between Neroon and Stephen as the doctor realized that they had to work together to help the ranger. "I want to scan you, Marcus and run some tests to see if I can help you. Is that alright with you?"

"Do I have any choice?"

"No." It was Neroon who answered that rhetorical question, showing that they wouldn't accept no as answer.

"Let's get it over with. Have to warn you though, Stephen. I can't promise I will stay awake during your tests," Marcus whispered ashamed.

"You don't have to be awake, Marcus. Just give in if you feel you're getting tired." The doctor approached the bed and opened his med kit and froze when he saw the shirts, covered with the blood Neroon had asked for. Peeking at Marcus reassured Stephen that the ranger was waiting for him to start the examination. The clothing was wrapped up in plastic and he handed the package to Neroon, who stared at the clothing.

The warrior nodded thankfully to the doctor, then left the room. Leaning against the wall, Neroon couldn't take his eyes off the package. Was all of it his blood? Marcus had been injured during their fights as well. He hurried through the corridors and slammed the door shut as he entered Shahaam's laboratory. The priest was standing in a corner of the room and looked up from his work the moment he heard the loud bang.

"Here, I got the blood sample." Handing the package to Shahaam, the warrior sat down. Neroon's eyes were drawn to the package, which Shahaam was now opening and examining.

"This will do. I will start immediately."

Neroon watched Shahaam take a sample and then seal the solid sample in a wax cassette. The sample was sliced and Neroon knew that Shahaam would have to examine it by microscope. Neroon had recognized the garment. It was one of Marcus' turtleneck shirts.

"How long will it take to analyse it?"

"A couple of hours if I want to do this right. "

"Contact me the moment you know something."

"Of course."

Neroon had to get away from the confined space. Where to go? The dojo came to mind and he started walking. Some basic training would help him relax and he might even try some meditation to calm his restless mind. His first impulse had been to return to Marcus' room, but he realized that the doctor would still be running some tests and he didn't want to disrupt the examination.

Feeling uncomfortable, Marcus allowed Stephen to remove his shirt. The doctor wanted to check on his bruised ribs. The ranger closed his eyes once more as probing hands removed the bandage. He tried to remain seated upright, but now that he missed the support the bandage had offered, it was hard for him to ignore the stabbing pain. Trying hard not to listen to the words Stephen was muttering to himself, he burrowed his left hand in the mattress, clawing a way through the soft fabric.

"Looks like Edwards was right. You have 3 bruised ribs. Thankfully they aren't broken. I have to renew the bandages. You should have them changed every time you shower. The water is affecting the material." He stopped as Marcus' body tensed. Looking at his face told him that the ranger was in definite pain. "Just hold on a little longer. I'm almost done." As quickly as he could Stephen finished bandaging Marcus' ribcage and helped his friend to lie down. He still had to check on the broken arm, but he didn't want Marcus to be in pain.

"Marcus? I still have to look at the arm, but I'm going to apply this hypo spray first. It'll take away the pain."

The ranger hardly heard the words. He was waiting for Stephen to end this torture.

As gently as he could, Stephen injected the painkiller into Marcus' blood stream. He kept an eye on the ranger all the time. The injection would be effective immediately. "Do you still feel the pain?"

"No, it's gone."

"That's good." Stephen removed the bandage and proceeded to scan the fractured bone. Compound fracture, but it has started to heal nicely. I won't have to operate on it. Stephen didn't know what to say to his friend as he worked on the arm. The last thing he needed to do was to put the sling back in place. There were so many things Franklin wanted to ask Marcus, but he was aware of his friend's unstable state of mind. "Is Neroon treating you right? I can take you back to Babylon 5 if you want me to."

"No! I don't want to go back to the station. I can't face them... please."

There was a desperate edge to Marcus' voice, which scared Stephen. Marcus obviously was in a lot of emotional pain.

"It's alright, Marcus. You can have all the time you need."

"Thanks, Stephen. It was hard enough facing you... When Neroon told me that he'd asked you to come to Minbar.... It made me feel scared. I don't like being frightened."

"Nobody does, Marcus. Now tell me, is there anything else I can do for you? Otherwise I'm going to study these readings."

"Study them? Why? What's there to study?"

Stephen wanted to tell Marcus about the blood clot, but knew he had to be sure first. "I want to understand why you're blind."

The words silenced Marcus who'd opened his mouth to say something. He knew why he was blind, because Neroon had beaten him on the head with his pike. But Stephen didn't know that and Marcus decided that the doctor didn't need to know. That was something between Neroon and him.

"I'll come back later, Marcus. Neroon was right; you should try to rest as much as possible."

"I'll try.... I promise." Closing his eyes, Marcus heard Stephen leave the room. The ranger was tired, but the only thing he could think about was the agony he'd been in after Neroon had used his pike to knock him out cold. Later, as he'd returned to his quarters, he'd had the worst headache. Then he'd passed out and when he woke in Medlab he'd been blind.

Marcus considered his future as a ranger and knew there was none. Neroon might have promised to help him get back into shape, but there was no place among the rangers for a blind cripple. His only alternative was that Neroon was going to allow him to stay here. The ranger's useless eyes were watered, feeling worthless and lost.

"What are you doing?" Stephen was looking over Shahaam's shoulder. Minbari technology intrigued him and he was determined to learn as much as possible. It was a pity he didn't know the language; it was proving to be quite a barrier. It appeared that Shahaam was trying to get a decent blood sample off of Marcus' shirt. This might be a good opportunity to find out why Shahaam needed a sample in the first place.

"I'm analysing Neroon's blood."

Taking a step closer, Franklin tried to make sense of the strange readings on the screen. He needed some translation program. "What are you searching for? And why would you need an old sample? Or doesn't Neroon want to give blood?" A bemused smile appeared on the old priest's face and Stephen could have sworn that the Minbari was chuckling.

"No, Neroon did that already, but my findings were inconsistent. I needed this to continue the analyses."

"So, what does it show?" I'm not giving up that easily. If Marcus can learn this abominable language and hack some computers I can do the same thing if I have to. He managed to get a better look at the screen and felt Shahaam eye him intensely.

"Well, maybe you could assist me."

Assist you? I thought you were meant to assist me? Damn Minbari, always manage to turn things around. I'll indulge the old fellow for a moment and then get back to Marcus' readings. Stephen watched the screen and was stunned when the writing changed into Standard after Shahaam had hit a button. From that moment on the readings started to make some sense. Stephen couldn't help studying them.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but are these results not very strange? I never saw these kind of abnormalities in Minbari blood before," Franklin concluded.

"They're strange; that's why we needed the sample. Someone tampered with Neroon's mind and I think this might give us the answer."

"What's strange about them?"

Both Shahaam and Stephen turned when they heard Neroon's voice from behind them. The warrior seemed tired as he took his place next to them, looking at the readings himself.

"There are two alien substances in your blood that should not be there, Neroon. But I do not know them. I have never seen anything like this before; they are unfamiliar to me. Looks like we are still unable to solve this," Shahaam explained.

"Can I take a look?" Stephen studied the cell structures; they seemed strangely familiar to him. He searched his memory and Shahaam helped him to run some more tests. Neroon was still standing next to them, waiting anxiously. Then it hit Stephen. He did know these substances. He just hadn't seen them in quite some time. The only place where he came across them was Down Below. "I think I can identify them for you, Shahaam. These substances are unknown to you because they're human made."

"Human made? Are you sure?" Neroon interrupted the doctor. Somehow, he was relieved that the mystery would be solved, but he did dread the answer.

"It's a recreational drug, called LSD. It's colourless, odourless and easily synthesised. Some of its effects include paranoia, hallucinations and loss of time." Stephen took in Neroon's stunned expression and he knew that the warrior hadn't taken this drug by his free will.

"You're lucky there was no permanent damage. Some humans have turned crazy after being exposed to this... But there is a second element in your blood...Looks like Rohypnol. Combined, these drugs certainly explain your aggressive and obsessive behavior, Neroon. They don't really leave any traces in the blood. That's why you were unable to detect it in the first blood sample, Shahaam." Stephen saw Neroon turn deathly pale. A horrified look had appeared in the warrior's eyes as he realized what had really happened.

Neroon began pacing the room in an uncontrolled way, almost knocking Stephen off his feet.

Shahaam's next question puzzled Franklin.

"Why would Shakiri go through all this trouble to make you behave like a madman? He must have known that by using human drugs he wouldn't be suspected of slipping them to you."

Stephen realized that Neroon must have been drugged for a longer period of time and wondered why. Shakiri, I heard that name before. I think Delenn mentioned it once, but I have no idea who this particular Minbari is. Better get my information straight this time. "Who's Shakiri?"

Danzi didn't like this one bit. He'd received a classified message for Alit Neroon. Wondering what to do, he decided to contact Neroon immediately. He was surprised to locate his Alit in the temple's laboratory. Never before had he seen Neroon more emotional than the moment when the Alit answered his call. Neroon's eyes were big and there was a startling rage in them.

"What is it, Danzi? I am rather occupied at the moment."

"Sorry to disturb you, Alit, but I just received a message from the Warrior Council. It is marked classified and Shakiri signed the message personally. I thought you wanted to know."

"I'm on my way."

Terminating the connection, Danzi leaned back against the wall. There was nothing else for him to do besides wait. Neroon appeared to be in a foul mood and though that didn't happen too often, Danzi knew that it would be better to get out of the study as quickly as possible. The young Minbari valued his life. The door was thrown open and Neroon marched inside. Danzi quickly got out of his way and moved to leave the room.

"No, stay. I might need you."

Danzi lowered his eyes and waited. He was curious about the content of the message.

Shakiri's face appeared on screen and Neroon hissed.

"Neroon. The Council heard about your intention to name a human your Kirmana and we can't allow that. You will be removed from this Council if you fail to defend your decision. You'll get your chance to be heard tomorrow evening at sunset. Should you not appear, your seat in this Council will be declared forfeit."

How does he dare take this matter before the Council without me being there! How could I have ever trust Shakiri? Have I been that blind in the past? Neroon was thinking strategy as he decided that he couldn't leave his house to stand before the Council. Knowing Shakiri, the Shai Alit was only waiting for a chance to get to Marcus.

"Do you want me to go and speak in your name?"

Neroon wasn't really surprised to hear Shahaam's voice coming from the doorway.

"I think that would be a wise decision. You are a lot more diplomatically schooled than I am and I do not want to leave Marcus."

Shahaam looked at Danzi and asked him to leave the study. He needed to talk to Neroon alone. The findings must have shocked the Alit and Shahaam could tell that Neroon was agitated and confused. The priest sat down and studied the haunted look in Neroon's eyes.

"You acted that way because of the drugs, Neroon. You really didn't have a chance in fighting them. The fact that you had fallen in love with Marcus made him your target. The drugs caused your abnormal behavior. I know that it is hard to accept that Shakiri would actually do this, but I think I know why."

"I don't care what he did to me, " Neroon snarled. "Now that I know that I was not in control my questions are answered. But he hurt Marcus so profoundly that I wonder if the ranger will ever recover completely. He is strong, yes, but... I can't imagine what kind of monster I must have seemed to him!" Neroon was lost in thought and had not been really been paying attention to Shahaam. The only thing that mattered to him was how to heal the hurt inside Marcus' soul. And how to get back at Shakiri for this!

"Why, Shahaam. Why did he do this?" Neroon asked in a desperate tone.

"Shakiri wants to eliminate all influence humans have on Minbar. He could not kill Delenn, so he turned his attention to you because you betrayed him, and thus to the Anla' Shok. The number of human rangers is growing quickly. If he could arrange for you to shame and dishonour a human ranger then the relationship between the humans and the Minbari would grow unstable and Shakiri would achieve an a rift between the factions. You were the logical choice. To him, you are the embodiment of that new age that he hates. He did not expect, however, that you would go off in a search of Marcus when Shakiri had him abducted. Shakiri must have been furious when he heard that you took Marcus into your house and then you pronounced the ranger your Kirmana. That was not something Shakiri expected you to do. So now he is trying to get to you this way, by sabotaging your position in the Warrior Council. You have to handle this very carefully, Neroon."

"Shahaam, do you really think Shakiri is capable of scheming like this?"

"You must never underestimate the enemy, Neroon. I thought I taught you that a long time ago. Shakiri didn't rise to his rank by being stupid." Shahaam rose to his feet and studied Neroon. "The human doctor is working on the Anla'Shok's readings and told me that it would take him some hours to sort them out. You should tell Marcus what we uncovered. He has no reason to fear you as you are now. I know that it will be hard for him to understand that it wasn't the real you who was stalking him, but you should try."

"How can I tell him without appearing to be putting the blame on someone else? The only thing he knows, remembers, is that I was the one who assaulted him. Even if I could explain to him about the human drugs in my blood, his fear wouldn't go away," Neroon objected.

"You need to try, Neroon." Shahaam gave him one more encouraging look and left the study.

Neroon remained seated in his chair; brooding, plotting, seeking a way to get revenge.

Lying in his bed Marcus felt deserted. Stephen had left him to set up the last bits of his improvised Medlab and although Danzi was always close, Marcus wished for Neroon's company. Sensing the growing chill in the room, he realized that the sun outside must have set and he wondered where Neroon was. He was reluctant to go back to sleep, feeling the nightmare lurk at the edge of his consciousness. Well, if Neroon wasn't going to come to him, he would have to go to Neroon. Marcus climbed out of bed and hesitantly walked over to the door. Being out of bed for a couple of times had made him familiar with the room and he opened the door.

"Marcus....You should be resting."

He identified Danzi's voice at once. "Don't you ever sleep, Danzi? Every time I venture outside, you seem to be lurking out here."

"The Alit ordered me to make sure you're safe. I take that responsibility very seriously. It is an honour to protect you."

"An honour? To protect a blind cripple?" The sharp edge of that comment was aimed at himself and he heard how Danzi stopped breathing for a moment.

"You might be blind, but you're Neroon's Kirmana and therefore very important."

Marcus waved the statement away, touched that Danzi would go through the trouble of reassuring him, but certainly not believing him. "I would like to speak to Neroon. Do you know where I can find him?"

"He's in his study. Do you want me to get him for you?"

Shaking his head, Marcus' fingers reached out for the opposite wall. He was relieved when he found the door handle.

He knocked, but received no answer. "What do you think? Can I go inside?" Doubt showed on Marcus' face as he tried to reach a decision.

"Yes. The Alit is always glad to see you."

As he pushed down the door handle, Marcus could only hope that he wasn't doing anything that might infringe on Neroon's privacy. Stepping into the room, he felt lost. "Neroon?"

"Marcus? What are you doing here?" The warrior had been sitting in the dark, contemplating his situation. The fact that Marcus had come to his study surprised him greatly, but then he remembered the dark and gloomy nightmares the ranger had. It had turned dark and Neroon had completely forgotten that Marcus needed him at night.

"I... was hoping you would want to sit with me during the night, but... you surely have more important things to do. Sorry I disturbed you.." Marcus turned to leave, regretting being so bloody stupid to come here and almost beg Neroon to help him through the night.

"Marcus, wait!" Neroon had been dozing himself and hadn't paid any attention to the time. A few seconds later he was beside Marcus, who seemed strangely vulnerable to the warrior. "I will come with you. I did not realize that it was that late."

A sigh of relief went through the ranger as he heard those words and he was embarrassed when he realized that it showed. Together they moved to his room.

"Why do you not already lay down? I will join you in a minute, there is something I need to talk to Danzi about."

Marcus nodded and returned to the still warm bed. As he got off his feet, he felt the fatigue claiming him once more. A few seconds later Neroon entered the room and closed the door.

"What do you want, Marcus? Me sitting in the chair or...?"

The question made Marcus uncomfortable. "It seems hardly fair to ask of you to sleep in the chair for another night, but I don't know if you would feel comfortable laying down in a bed at this angle."

"The only important question is; do you feel comfortable with me lying next to you?" Neroon remarked, closely observing him.

Marcus gulped hearing that question. "I'm not sure. I still get flashes from what happened, but I do know that I sleep a lot better when you're around."

Neroon lay down on top of the blankets, tucking Marcus in.

The ranger shivered slightly and told himself to stop being afraid. Neroon had had so many chances to force him; he hadn't taken advantage of them. Danzi was in the corridor and he could always scream for help. Yeah, like I would have a change fighting him!

"Don't worry now and get some sleep, Marcus." Somehow, Neroon felt Marcus' fear of him. He couldn't blame the ranger and knew that explaining Shakiri's scheming wouldn't help the situation. The warrior pushed some pillows underneath his back so he wasn't really lying down, but more like resting against the headboard and relaxed; hoping both of them wouldn't be tortured by nightmares.

Marcus could only hope that Neroon wouldn't revert to being the maniac he'd been on Babylon 5 and couldn't help trembling as Neroon stroked his hair like he'd done the night before.

"I am not going to hurt you Marcus, relax. I can feel you tremble."

The softness to Neroon's voice reverberated through him. Bugger, why couldn't he force himself to calm down?

"Give it time, Marcus. You went through a very rough time and you need to deal with that before you can move on."

Marcus shivered even more violently as he noticed that Neroon had been answering his unspoken thoughts. Or had it just been another coincidence? He was too tired to think about the issue at hand and surrendered to sleep.

Neroon continued to stroke the soft hair and wondered about the strong affection he felt for this human. At times, it was almost like he felt Marcus' fear and pain. Wrapping his other arm defensively around Marcus, he followed the ranger into sleep.

Stephen was actually whistling as he made his way over to Marcus' room. He'd been studying his friend's readings all night and had realized that Marcus' blindness could be cured. The blood clots could be removed with laser technology and the surgery could be performed in the improvised laboratory. If only Marcus had confided in him earlier!

There was a young Minbari warrior guarding the corridor and Stephen hoped the Minbari understood Standard. To his distress he'd found that most Minbari had never learned the language.

"Do you understand Standard? I would like to talk to Marcus." Waiting for an answer, Stephen noticed that a smile appeared on the warrior's face.

"Yes, I do speak Standard. My name is Danzi and I'm the Alit's second in command.... I would knock before you enter the room though."

The doctor realized that he was missing something here. Raising an eyebrow, he looked inquisitively at Danzi, hoping to get some more information.

"Neroon is in the room."

"Aha...." So what are you trying to tell me? Stephen tried to gauge the intention behind Danzi's words. The doctor had to admit that his opinion of Neroon was changing. The find of drugs in the Minbari's blood explained a lot; including why the present Neroon differed so greatly from the one Stephen had encountered on the station. Remembering the conversation he'd had with Shahaam after Neroon had left the lab, he realized that he had never really known Neroon. Shahaam had told him some things about Shakiri, the ways of the Minbari and about the Alit himself.

As he knocked on the door he didn't miss the grin on Danzi's face and wondered why it was there. There was no response to his knock so he silently opened the door and carefully peeked inside. He was baffled when he saw that Neroon was holding Marcus tightly in his sleep. Closing the door, he considered what he had seen. Was there something going on between the two men or not? Stephen had been certain that Marcus would never allow the Minbari that close to him ever again.

"I think I'll knock harder this time," Franklin told Danzi.

Danzi's grin was plastered to his face as the doctor pounded on the door.

Instantly awake, Neroon looked at the door and wondered what was wrong. A moment later Marcus woke as well and sat up as the warrior got out of bed.

Marcus brushed the hair back from his face and felt rested for the first time in days. There had been no nightmares this night although he'd woken a few times due to a strange noise; Neroon had been snoring.

"Good morning, Marcus. Did you sleep well?"

"Yes.... but that pounding is giving me a headache."

"Then let's put an end to it." Neroon looked at Marcus, who was rubbing his eyes.

The ranger got out of bed and managed to get to the bathroom without bumping into the furniture.

Neroon's attention shifted to the door and he wondered who was making that much noise this early. As he opened the door he was surprised to see Stephen Franklin smile at him in an embarrassed way. "Doctor.." Neroon stepped aside to allow Stephen to enter the room. Straightening out his tunic, he sat down in his chair, waiting for the doctor to explain his reason for coming here at this early hour.

"Where is Marcus?" Stephen knew that his friend had to be close.

"In the bathroom. Did you have the time to study his readings?"

Making sure that Marcus couldn't hear them just yet, Stephen went to stand next to Neroon. "Yes, I think there is a fairly good chance that he can regain his eyesight. It would require some surgery, but that can be done here."

"Then we should tell him and schedule the surgery."

Nodding his head, Stephen wondered about something else. "Neroon, did you tell Marcus about Shakiri's plotting and the drugs? You really should, you know."

"I know, but...I think it would be better you told him."

Stephen eyed the Minbari and reached a conclusion; Neroon had no idea how to break the news to the ranger. "You want me to tell him? You're sure about this?"

"Yes..."

Their conversation stopped abruptly as Marcus appeared from the bathroom. He had tried to brush his hair, but it was still a mess.

Stephen smiled affectionately at his friend. "Marcus? I need to tell you something, but first I want you to sit down on the bed."

"That bad?" A mock smile made its appearance on the ranger's face as he lowered himself onto the bed, resting his back against the headboard. He tried hard to act like nothing was wrong, but he knew that tone in Stephen's voice too well. The doctor was serious -- too serious--.

"No, not bad news... Do you remember that I told you that I wanted to check on your readings?"

Marcus nodded. Yes, he'd wondered about that.

"Well, I had a look at them last night."

What is he trying to say? Is there some bad news he needs to tell me? He's nervous. Marcus reverted back to playing with the cloth of his tunic. He missed his pike. Opening and closing it helped him relax.

"Marcus, there might be a chance that your blindness can be cured. It would involve some surgery, but I'm confident I can repair the damage."

Shocked, Marcus froze momentarily. Was this the truth? Would he be able to see again? He was afraid to hope, but to have his eyesight restored to him. Unable to finish the thought, he heard himself stutter as he addressed his friend. "Are you sure? I mean... am I really going to be able to see again?"

Stephen exchanged a glance with Neroon who was watching the ranger carefully. "Yes, Marcus. If you want me to I can operate on you this evening."

"Today? Stephen, you aren't pulling my leg, are you?"

"No, I'm serious, Marcus. Want me to do the surgery today? I need to get my equipment ready and you would have to come down to the laboratory."

"Neroon, will you help me getting there?"

"Of course." Neroon hoped Stephen wasn't mistaken and he could cure the ranger's blindness.

"Alright." Turning to the Minbari, Stephen mentally went over all the things he needed to do before he could perform the surgery. "I expect Marcus at 2000 hours. Can you make sure he gets there?"

"I will take him there myself." Neroon made a mental note of the hour and realized that he needed to check on Shahaam's progress. He excused himself and left the room.

Now that they were alone, Stephen sat beside Marcus on the bed. "Marcus? There's something else you need to know. Neroon kind of asked me to tell you."

"What is it, Stephen?"

Neroon contacted Shahaam and immediately noticed the somewhat worried look on the Minbari's face.

"It is not going well, Neroon. Shakiri is trying to divide the factions. He is portraying the ranger to be the source of all trouble. He is telling the Council that you felt attracted to Marcus, and that when he rejected you, you dishonoured him. Shakiri wants your blood, Neroon and I think that he is willing to go to great lengths to achieve that."

"Which clans are loyal to him?" He didn't like this news. It appeared that Shahaam's fears had come true. Shakiri was trying to fracture the Anla'Shok and remove him from the Council. That could not be allowed to happen. Neroon realized that the two races needed each other if they were going to defeat the Shadows. They needed the humans.

"The Star Riders are backing you up and the Moons Shields also realize that the fragile balance between the humans and Minbari needs to be maintained. Being the Clan leader of the Winds Swords gives Shakiri their support. The Night Walkers and Fire Wings have not yet spoken. You should come here and speak to them yourself."

"I know you're right, Shahaam. When is their next meeting?"

"Tomorrow evening."

"I will be there." Neroon was thinking fast. He could leave tomorrow afternoon and still be on time for the meeting. The truth was that he didn't want Marcus to be alone now he was being operated on. He terminated the connection and established contact with the Ranger Training Facility. There were some matters he had to attend to.

(2)

"LSD and Rohypnol? Are you certain?" Marcus trembled as he heard the news. He couldn't believe it; LSD had affected Neroon's personality. The hallucinogenic had caused the paranoia and the warrior's abnormal behaviour. The ranger also knew what effects Rohypnol had on users. Ever since it had appeared on the market centuries ago, it had been known as the date rape drug.

"I'm sure, Marcus. I did the analyses myself. There's no doubt that the drugs were administered to him without Neroon knowing about it. He had no chance fighting that combination."

I wish I could believe you, Stephen for that would mean that Neroon wasn't himself when he stalked me. It would also explain the changed behavior. Once the drugs were no longer slipped to the Minbari the behaviour returned to normal... Well, normal... Neroon had been lucky that the drugs hadn't done any permanent damage.

"Why are you telling me this, Stephen? Why not Neroon?" The ranger really wanted that answer. If he understood Stephen correctly then Neroon had known this since yesterday evening.

"I think he's afraid that it would seem like he's putting the blame on someone else."

Marcus felt truly lost now. He didn't understand why Shakiri would do this to Neroon even if the Shai Alit feared the influence humans were gaining. Suddenly, Marcus realized that he wasn't the only one who had been hurt in the process. Neroon was the other victim. What if Neroon had turned his anger and violence on himself? Perhaps that was Shakiri's intention?

"Stephen, I don't know what to think anymore. I've never been this confused before."

The doctor looked at the tormented face of his friend and somehow understood the emotional pain Marcus was in. He decided that the best course of action would be to offer silent support. Marcus would confide in him if he needed his help. It was obvious that Marcus was trying to decide whether or not to trust him and ask his advice.

The ranger appreciated the fact that Stephen didn't push him. Several minutes passed in silence before he felt confident enough to address Stephen. "I wish I knew what my feelings are for Susan and Neroon."

There was a silence as Stephen tried to find a way to make Marcus open up to him. "Why don't you we talk about Susan first. What are your feelings for her?"

Leaning back against the headboard, Marcus tried to sort out his feelings. Actually speaking the words scared him. He had to come clean now, no more lies or pretence. "I idolized her. I wanted her to fall in love with me, but I knew that the chance of that actually happening was very slim. I do care for her very much."

Stephen realized that Marcus was making a very hesitant start to look at his feelings. This wasn't easy on the ranger and the doctor knew that he had to take this slow. "And what about Neroon? What are your feelings for him?"

Still playing with the cloth of his tunic, Marcus lowered his head and tried to make sense of all contradicting emotions inside him. Better speak them out loud before I get cold feet.

"I don't know... Neroon confuses me even more. After our fight in Down Below I developed respect for him and… we're both of the same kind... Damn, why is this so difficult?"

"Because the drugs changed your perception of Neroon. Sounds to me you like Neroon, but after what happened to you... you're afraid to trust him. Hell, I can understand you. But.... what do you think of the Neroon who has been taking care of you? Do you like him? I probably shouldn't mention this to you, but before I knocked on the door I peeked inside...You looked rather comfortable in his arms." Stephen hated doing this to Marcus, but the ranger had to look inside himself to find the answers he needed. And there was a chance that Marcus didn't like what he was going to find.

Marcus' head snapped upwards as he tried to focus on the doctor. "What?"

The doctor could tell that Marcus felt embarrassed. His face became flushed and Stephen knew he had to dig a little deeper. Marcus' feelings of shame were evident on his face. "Marcus, what do you think of same-sex relationships?"

The ranger gulped and struggled to get his breath back for some moments, but remained silent.

"These kind of relationships are considered very normal. Did you know that Susan had a thing for another woman once? " That got the ranger's attention and Stephen smiled. Perhaps Susan had been right in her assumption that Marcus felt ashamed for feeling attracted to Neroon.

"She did? I never knew that. Does she... even like men.... in that way? Damn, you know what I'm trying to say!"

"I honestly don't know about Susan, Marcus. But I do know that there's no reason to be ashamed should you have feelings for Neroon. Love isn't about a body, it's about the mind that attracts you. You should let go off any shame you might feel, Marcus."

That's easy for you to say! It wasn't only the gender thing that bugged him. Neroon was a Minbari and except for Delenn and Sheridan, Marcus had never heard of a human and a Minbari being involved together. He had no idea what to expect and that kind of scared him a little. I'm answering my questions by wondering about a relationship with Neroon. If I only wasn't that scared. I can't get the images of Neroon forcing me out of my head.

"I'm not saying forming a relationship with Neroon will be easy, but for what's worth... I think he loves you. Shahaam told me some things. Perhaps you should give the two of you a chance. The fact that we are only talking about Neroon at this point should tell you something about your feelings for him, Marcus."

Marcus wished the floor would open and swallow him. The things Stephen were telling him made a lot of sense, but he was too emotional to look at his feelings in a rational way. It was hard on him to admit that he was attracted to Neroon and that scared him. "I never thought I would say this one day, but I'm scared, Stephen. You're telling me to let go of any shame, but how can I? I'm afraid to face my feelings; the fact that I might actually love Neroon... I've been fighting that feeling from the start."

Stephen leaned in closer. Marcus had given himself away. "So you admit to having feelings for him? Why don't you stop fighting them? Why not give him and yourself a chance?" The doctor knew he was repeating himself, but he had to get through to Marcus. The ranger deserved someone who loved him, and it shouldn't matter if that was a man or woman. Stephen didn't have any prejudices of that kind.

How can I ever accept that I have feelings for Neroon? It isn't right... but then Stephen says that it's all right to feel like that. His mind was in turmoil and Marcus was beginning to feel dizzy.

"Give it some thought, Marcus. I need to prepare for surgery." Stephen realized that there was nothing more he could do to help his friend. It was Marcus who had to come to terms with himself.

It was silent in the small room as Marcus waited for Neroon to take him to the laboratory. He'd spent the entire day thinking about his feelings for Neroon. Remembering the shivers that had run down his spine as Neroon had touched his fingers during that first dinner, he forced himself to face his feelings. Deep down he'd always known that the attraction was mutual. Stephen was right. He should give this relationship a chance, even if he still felt scared. The knock on the door tore him away from his inner struggle.

"Yes, enter." He knew it was Neroon who entered the room. The strange tingling in his head told him so. Marcus was getting used to that odd sensation and he wondered why it was there in the first place.

"Are you ready to go, Marcus? It's almost 2000 hours."

"Neroon? Before we go.... sit down and talk to me for a moment?"

Neroon noticed the strange expression on Marcus' face. He had seldom seen Marcus this serious before and sat down on the edge of the bed. He'd missed Marcus' company during the day, but he'd been busy preparing for his trip tomorrow. Barely refraining from stroking Marcus' hair, he waited for the ranger to speak his mind.

"Stephen told me about Shakiri and the drugs."

I should have known that human doctor would tell him before surgery.. Neroon was uncomfortable; should he say something or not? He decided to wait a little longer.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Why should I? Does it change anything between us? No. The damage is done and can never be repaired, Marcus. We both know that. Whatever I feel for you is irrelevant."

"What about what I feel for you?" Marcus whispered in a scared tone. This is it! There's no way back from this point. I have to know if I can trust him. Marcus heard the quickening of Neroon's breath and knew he'd captivated the warrior's attention.

"Marcus, you do not have to do this to yourself. As soon as you have recovered you can return to Babylon 5 and resume your duties as a ranger."

Is he trying to push me away? Can it be that Neroon is just as scared as I am? The thought comforted him and Marcus realized that he had to plunge into the deep. I only hope I'm making the right choice… I'll never forgive myself if I'm wrong.

"Neroon?" A silence crept into the room as Marcus reached out for him and curled his fingers around the Minbari's hand. His heart beat wildly. I must be crazy to actually think I can do this.

"Yes, Marcus?" The soft, warm fingers were twined around his and Neroon wondered what Marcus wanted from him. The eyelashes fascinated the warrior and Marcus was very close... Neroon composed himself and began to draw back from Marcus, but the ranger didn't let him.

"I never thought I'd ever ask you this Neroon, but… would you kiss me?"

Neroon wondered if he'd heard correctly. Had Marcus really asked him to kiss him? Impossible! Why would Marcus make such a request? "Kiss you? Marcus? What are you talking about?" Neroon was at a loss and needed Marcus to clarify his request. The ranger trembled slightly and he wondered why Marcus was doing this to himself. There was agony written all over Marcus' face and it pained Neroon to see that emotion. He wanted to take that hurt away.

"Neroon… please, I don't think I've the courage to ask you a second time."

The warrior didn't know what to say or to do. He'd envisioned kissing Marcus, but had always thought that there was no more chance of a relationship with the ranger. This move utterly surprised him. Marcus' expression was grave and although Neroon saw some traces of fear in those green eyes, he also recognized the anticipation in them. "Marcus, are you certain that you really want to do this?"

Marcus nodded, afraid that the trembling of his voice would give him away. He wished he could see Neroon's face. Wondering why it took Neroon that long to reach a decision, Marcus tightened his grip on Neroon's hand. He was afraid, but there was also a feeling of excitement raging through him.

Mixed feelings mingled within the warrior as he realized that he couldn't deny Marcus. If the ranger wanted this… He was willing to give him that one kiss, nothing more. The warrior trembled himself as he cupped Marcus' face in his hand. Freeing his other hand from Marcus' hold, he ran his fingers through the soft hair, leaning in to gently brush his lips against the ranger's. Neroon observed Marcus carefully the entire time. Then he drew back, creating some distance between the two of them. Marcus was panting slightly, his mouth agape.

As Neroon's fingers wandered up his neck, Marcus forced himself to relax. The kiss was tender and he felt the attraction increase. He'd been fooling himself the entire time. I have feelings for Neroon, period. The fingers tangling in his hair and the soft lips tenderly pressed to his, aroused him. Marcus couldn't deny that any longer. The moment Neroon released him, he felt strangely relieved, but at the same time even more deprived and abandoned.

"We should go now. Doctor Franklin is waiting for you." Neroon tried hard to sound casual, but inside him the powerful emotions were battling. Kissing Marcus had been bittersweet torment and the ache still lingered in his body. The ranger didn't react and Neroon was worried that something was wrong. I should never have given in to his demand. He waited a little longer and watched the play of emotions on Marcus' face; emotions Neroon couldn't put a name on."Marcus, are you all right ? I shouldn't have done that."

"No… I'm fine. Shaking a bit, but… I know now."

Neroon was surprised when Marcus claimed his hand again. The ranger's hand was clammy and Neroon began to feel concerned. "What do you know now?" Gently pulling the ranger to his feet, Neroon waited for an answer. He wasn't sure what was going on. Marcus seemed lost in thought.

" I… have feelings for you, Neroon. Feelings, I've been fighting because I thought they were wrong," Marcus finally admitted.

Slowly absorbing the ranger's answer Neroon felt torn between hope and despair. Hope, that Marcus would one day be able to love him, despair because Neroon knew that Marcus had been hurt so profoundly that the ranger was unsure about his own feelings. Only time would tell which way they would be headed.

"Marcus, I know you have a lot of soul searching to do, but this is not the time for it. You have to go the laboratory now, and after the surgery I will help you sort out whatever you're troubled about." Neroon slung an arm around Marcus' waist and steadied him as they walked out of the corridor. Marcus was unusually quiet and that worried Neroon even more. The ranger's admission still occupied his thoughts and Neroon tried to repress all hope he was feeling.

"Why did I lie to myself all this time?" Marcus wondered aloud.

Marcus' question took Neroon by surprise and Neroon honestly didn't really know what Marcus was referring to. "Marcus, you have to remain calm. Working yourself into a frenzy seems hardly desirable before an operation."

The ranger heard the words, but didn't respond to them. He was too wrapped up in his own world. Neroon had expressed his feelings openly and Marcus wanted to do the same, but he couldn't find the words. Marcus knew that Minbari didn't limit them to one gender. It mattered little whether or not their loved one was of the same gender or not.

Neroon felt relieved as they arrived at the laboratory. Marcus hadn't spoken since his admission and Neroon was determined not to push Marcus. The warrior knew that human society didn't really support same gender relationships, even if they were accepted. And the fact that he was a Minbari and Marcus a human complicated the situation even more. Well, Neroon had to admit that he had never thought that this situation could transpire either: it must be even stranger to Marcus. Neroon could still hear the ranger's astounding admission echo in his head.

"Ah, there you are! You're late." Stephen Franklin hurried to his friend's side and supported him.

"Sorry, Stephen." Marcus allowed them to ease him down on a bed and began to feel nervous. Too much was happening in this short span of time!

"I'm going to give you the pre-med injection now. Doctor Edwards will assist me during the operation. Any last words before I put you out, Marcus?" Stephen studied Marcus' expression and could tell that something bothered the ranger. Had Marcus looked at his feelings and reached a conclusion?

"Yes, Neroon?" Marcus murmured.

The warrior had moved to the back of the room to give the doctors the necessary space to hook Marcus up to several devices. As he heard Marcus call out for him, he moved towards the bed. Marcus' hand was searching for his and Neroon knew that Marcus needed support. "I'm here, Marcus."

"Neroon?" Marcus felt the needle slip into his flesh and knew he would lose consciousness in a few seconds. But before he could surrender to the nothingness he had to say one more thing. "I love you too."

The words hit Neroon unprepared. The warrior watched as Marcus' eyes closed and the ranger's breathing became slow and deep. Neroon felt Stephen's eyes on him and returned the inquiring glare.

"It took a lot of courage to admit that to you."

Neroon nodded hearing the doctor's words. He wanted to stay with Marcus, but knew that the doctors had to start surgery. "I know." Other words seemed inappropriate. Neroon locked eyes with Stephen once more. "Please contact me when he wakes up. I have to leave for a meeting with the Warrior Council later tonight."

"I will send you a message."

Neroon slowly walked out of the room. Once more glancing back, he saw how Marcus was put on a respirator.

It took Stephen 2 hours to remove the blood clots and one more hour to repair the damage done to the optical nerve, but at the end of the operation the doctor was sure that Marcus would be able to see again. It would take the optical nerves some time to recover and Marcus would have to be patient.

Doctor Edwards proved to be a valuable assistant and after the ranger had been wheeled to the improvised recovery room, Stephen decided to run the standard tests after surgery like this. He had to make sure he hadn't damaged any brain areas. One of those standards tests was a neural scan and Stephen was baffled upon seeing the results. He ran the scan again, but the outcome was the same. Sitting down next to Marcus, the doctor looked at his friend. It looked like Marcus had been hiding a lot more than just his blindness.

The ranger stirred and turned to lie on his left side. The anaesthetic was wearing off; Marcus would wake up in a matter of minutes. Stephen also knew that Neroon would want to be there the moment Marcus regained consciousness, so he sent the warrior a message. But before Neroon could get here, Stephen had to ask Marcus some questions. Impatiently, he waited for Marcus to wake up.

Feeling groggy, Marcus tried to open his eyes. It took him some seconds to realize that they were bandaged. Bugger, he wanted to know whether he could see or not!

"Marcus? The surgery was successful, but I have to ask you some questions. Do you understand me?"

"Yesss…" The only sound Marcus was capable of was moaning. He was feeling sick and tried to move as little as possible.

"Good, what's your last name?"

"Cole and what kind of daft question is that?"

Stephen repressed a chuckle. He had to make sure the anaesthetic hadn’t affected Marcus. The ranger seemed all right. Now came the hard part. Stephen wasn't looking forward to putting the next question to Marcus. "I ran some standard tests on you after you came out of surgery and I found something that puzzles me."

"What kind of tests?" Marcus forced himself to pay attention and not to doze off again.

"Marcus, I ran a neural scan on you."

The feeling of nausea was growing quickly and the ranger felt a tight knot in the pit of his stomach. Apprehensively, Marcus waited for Stephen to continue. The ranger knew what Stephen had discovered. He'd been hiding it, dreading the day someone would discover the truth about him.

"Why didn't you tell me that you're a latent telepath? I thought I was your friend."

Marcus cringed as he heard the hurt tone in his friend's voice. How could he explain this to Stephen without hurting his feelings?

"The gene was dormant. But yes, I knew I had it." Only silence answered him and the ranger knew that Stephen was waiting for the rest of his explanation. Marcus sighed and hoped that this hadn't shattered the friendship between them. "There were some telepaths in my family. I was told I had the gene when I joined the rangers, but because it was dormant, I never paid any attention to it."

Stephen checked the other readings while he listened to Marcus. He could see that this was difficult for the ranger. "Any idea what caused the gene to become active?"

Pulling the thermo blanket closer to him, Marcus nodded hesitantly. "When I woke up blind in Medlab, I felt that something was different. I think all this emotional crap happening to me caused it to become active. I have no other explanation."

"I should test you, you know."

"Please Stephen, not now. I can't take much more. I'm tired, weary..."

As Stephen turned he saw Neroon standing in the doorway. The expression on the Minbari's face told him that Neroon had overheard their conversation. Patting Marcus' hand, the doctor beckoned Neroon to come closer.

Marcus had been so caught up in the conversation that he'd ignored the tingling in his mind telling him Neroon was near. Suddenly, he realized that since the tingling was present, Neroon had heard every word of his admission. Seems like all my secrets are coming in the open. The ranger was afraid of Neroon's reaction to this news. He could feel the warrior's presence close to him. As far as he'd been able to establish the only one he had some sort of connection with was Neroon. The only thing that had baffled him was that the Minbari seemed to be able to receive his thoughts sometimes.

Neroon studied the expression on Marcus' face and knew that the human was scared. Marcus' confession had stunned him, but now certain things began to make sense. Like the pull he'd felt when they'd freed Marcus from his prison, or the times that he'd heard Marcus' unspoken thoughts. He moved towards the bed and nodded to Stephen as the doctor left the room.

"Marcus?"

"You heard everything?"

"Yes."

Momentarily lost for words, Marcus was relieved as Neroon gently claimed his hand to caress the soft skin.

The warrior had to make a confession of his own. "Marcus, amongst us Minbari telepathy is a highly treasured gift, which we respect very much. I am not sure why you are uncomfortable with the idea of being a telepath." He stopped briefly to stroke the black locks and shivered feeling the softness beneath his fingers. "I certainly do not condemn you for owning this gift or for not telling me about it, but I think there is something you need to know about me." Neroon's smile was filled with sorrow as he continued his monologue. "There is a number of Minbari who are capable of sensing thoughts. They are not telepaths, but somehow find it easy to read thoughts. They're called mind recipients and I am one of them. You could compare it with being an empath. I can feel strong emotions and sometimes I can pick up thoughts. I think that is how I found you when you were abducted and why I can answer your unspoken thoughts sometimes. I cannot send my thoughts to you or read your mind. I can only receive what you send to me."

"So, you're not mad at me?"

"Why should I be?"

Marcus sighed, relaxing slightly. He'd been terrified that when his secret came in the open, his friends would desert him. The ranger enjoyed the sensation of Neroon's hand tangling in his hair and surrendered to his fatigue, slipping into sleep.

Neroon remained seated at the ranger's bed and his gaze dropped to the floor. The package was still there.

Stephen had changed his clothing and watched Neroon sit down next to him. There was a thoughtful expression on Neroon's face.

"Will Marcus be able to see again?" Neroon wanted to know.

"Yes, surgery was successful."

Neroon looked at Marcus through the glass window and remembered the package in his hands. "Would you give this to Marcus?"

Accepting the package, Stephen identified the clothes. It was a ranger's uniform.

"Master Durhann was so kind as to provide some replacement clothing for Marcus," Neroon mumbled.

There was another item in the bundle of clothes. It was a ranger pin, an exact copy of the one Marcus had lost.

"I will give them to him. When will you leave? Marcus needs your support."

Neroon knew the doctor was right, but Shakiri had to be stopped. There had been several reports of Minbari fighting amongst themselves. This madness had started when Delenn had broken the Grey Council. The delicate balance between the Castes had been lost and Neroon knew that it was only a matter of time before the situation would grow worse. A civil war was at hand. He had to unite the Warrior Clans. Shakiri's scheming had to be stopped. Snapping out of his musings, he remembered he had been talking to Stephen Franklin.

"I will try to return as quickly as possible, but for Marcus to be safe I have to take care of Shakiri first."

"And how are you planning on doing that?"

As he walked over to the doorway, Neroon looked at the doctor. "If necessary I will invoke Denn'Sha."

"That's how Marcus ended up in Medlab in the first place when he tried to defend Delenn?"

"Yes. It's a fight to the death."

Stephen didn't really like this particular idea. It meant that Neroon could get killed as well during that fight.

"Alright Marcus, listen carefully. I want you to keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them. Understood?" Stephen instructed his patient.

"Yes." Marcus was nervous as hell. He'd woken up several hours ago and had been disappointed to hear that Neroon had left to speak before the Warrior Council. He had wanted the Minbari to be present when he opened his eyes for the first time after the surgery. Will I be able to see again? Please Lord, I know I haven't prayed in a very long time, but please give me a break after all what happened to me lately.

The bandages were cut away and Marcus felt them fall off his face. Shivers ran down his spine as he realized that the moment of truth had finally arrived. His first impulse was to open his eyes, but he remembered Stephen's instruction just in time and kept them tightly shut.

"Marcus, I want you to open your eyes very slowly… now."

Obeying the doctor, Marcus took his time opening his eyes. He sucked in his breath as colours swirled through the room. Colours, I can see colours…and some shapes. They're not really lucid, but it's no longer black…

"And? Tell me, Marcus."

"Stephen, I can see colours."

"Well, that's a start."

The light hurt his eyes slightly, but the ranger gladly endured the discomfort as the shapes began to grow better defined. The light was giving him a headache, but Marcus smiled as he recognized Stephen, who was anxiously hovering over him. His sight was still too blurry to read any expression on Stephen's face, but Marcus felt overwhelmed by the fact that he could see again. Only days ago, he'd resigned to living in complete darkness for the rest of his life.

"Marcus, try to focus a bit more. I know this must be tough on you, but…"

"Don't worry. I'll do whatever you want me to."

Stephen smiled at his friend. Marcus was obviously very relieved the surgery had paid off. He switched on a scanner and ran the medical device over Marcus' face. Everything looked all right.

Marcus panted as his eyesight improved little by little. No longer could he hold back his tears. It's true… Oh my God, I can actually see again… I can't believe this. Stephen's face became more detailed and Marcus could swear that his friend was forcing back a tear of his own. The ranger grabbed his friend's hand and cried silently.

Stephen was a silent support to his friend as he waited for the waves of emotion and relief inside Marcus to subside.

Neroon watched the young Minbari pilot the flyer. He'd thought it wise to bring some of his most loyal warriors along in case Shakiri was luring him into some sort of trap. He'd contacted Shahaam before he'd left and the priest had been worried. It would take him one more hour to get to Alzaraan, where the Warrior's Council was based. His thoughts spun around Marcus. He'd left Danzi in charge and was convinced that his second in command would do anything to protect the ranger. Intent on getting some sleep before they would arrive at Alzaraan, Neroon forced his eyes to close. Years of disciplined meditation allowed him to fall asleep almost instantly.

Several hours later, Marcus woke from an undisturbed sleep. He'd been out for far too long and suspected that Stephen had slipped something into his tea. A bit hesitant to open his eyes, he stalled. An irrational fear that he'd lost his eyesight once more flooded through him and he forced himself to open his eyes. A sigh escaped him as he discovered that he could see.

Stephen Franklin chose that moment to enter the improvised recovery room. The doctor pulled up a chair and wordlessly handed Marcus a small bundle.

A totally surprised Marcus found that the package consisted of a ranger uniform. A small box had been wrapped up in the clothing and curiosity urged the ranger to open it. His breath caught when he saw the ranger pin inside. Marcus fought back the tear he felt making its way through. "How? Why?" Marcus concentrated on Stephen's face. It was so unreal to actually see his friend.

"Neroon told me to give it to you. I think he planned to give it to you himself, but you were asleep and he had to leave."

Respectfully, Marcus' fingers caressed the jewel.

"So, I take it you managed to sort out your feelings?"

"Kind of, Stephen. I'm still awfully confused, but I do know I've feelings for Neroon."

"Then you made a decision?" Shifting in his chair, Stephen eyed his friend.

"I think I have. You were right, you know. I do feel ashamed for being in love with another man, but… I'll have to accept that it's part of who I am."

"Want me to send a message to Susan? I think she deserves to know about your decision."

Marcus cringed. He knew it was the right thing to do, but he knew he would choke up the moment he would see her. He wasn't ready for that confrontation yet.

Stephen saw Marcus' anxiety and realized that he had pushed Marcus too far. The ranger had only just begun to accept his feelings. Franklin knew that he had to back off. "Marcus... just try to get some sleep."

Marcus didn't answer him. He focused on the green and blue of the stone in his hand; relishing seeing those colours again. Stephen would surely think him a coward, but the idea of facing Susan terrified him. He avoided his friend's face as he noticed that Stephen was trying to lock eyes with him.

"Do you want me to fasten that pin to your shirt?"

Marcus' glance was filled with longing as he stared at the ranger uniform on the chair. It took him some time to answer Stephen's question. Shaking his head, he whispered his answer. "No… I'm not worthy to wear it anymore."

The words were barely audible and Stephen was taken aback as he heard them. "Why not? You're a ranger." Stephen didn't get an answer from Marcus. The ranger simply stared at the pin and closed his fingers over it.

His own clansmen welcomed Neroon and as they lowered their eyes to pay him respect, he knew that they were still loyal to him. The Star Riders Clan had never been overly aggressive. Shakiri's Clan however, was the most militant of all Clans. The Clan leader of the Moon Shields, Malaan, was approaching him.

"Malaan, I greet you."

"Neroon, I'm glad to welcome you at this meeting of our Council."

They bowed respectfully to each other and then moved to a secluded area in the back of the room. Before he entered the main hall Neroon had to know who would back him up.

"I have never seen Shakiri this driven and determined before. He demands that you should be removed from the Council, and he is after the Anla'Shok's blood," Malaan stated.

Neroon had never thought Shakiri would voice that threat this openly. "Where do the Clans stand in this?" Neroon studied Malaan and knew that the older Minbari would support him, but what of the other Clans?

"The Night Walkers dislike Shakiri's hunger for power, but they will give him their support. They agree with Shakiri that the humans have to be subdued. I've been talking to the Fire Wings and although they won't support you openly, they're inclined to move against Shakiri."

"What am I accused of?" Neroon fell into step beside Malaan as they entered the main hall. All places in the Council were occupied except for his own seat. Shakiri was pacing the hall like a madman. Neroon was determined to leave here victorious.

"You are charged of dishonoring the human Anla' Shok and… betraying our ways by consorting with a human."

The second part of the charge carried far more weight to the assembled Minbari, Neroon was aware of that. He knew that most Minbari wouldn't be bothered by him dishonoring a human. How arrogant and self-absorbed have we become to value a human life less than a Minbari one.

"Thank you, Malaan. You are a true friend."

"I fought alongside your father, Neroon. You are a worthy Clan leader, like he was."

Neroon took a deep breath and stepped in front of the assembled Council, which should consist of ten warriors, but his own seat was empty. He now faced the nine Minbari Warriors and their Chairman, Danan. He heard Shakiri formulate the charges and Neroon felt confident now that he knew that he had the support of half the Clans present.

"Neroon. You are charged with two very serious offences. You will now be given time to defend yourself," Danan said.

The chairman of the Council, Danan, was a respected and feared warrior of the Wind Swords; Shakiri's Clan. Neroon knew he had to be very convincing if he wanted to remain a member of this Council. He was ready to make his first move. "Who charges me with these so called crimes?"

"I do!"

Turning on his heels, Neroon faced Shakiri once more. Shakiri's eyes were dilated and Neroon could almost feel the poison feeding Shakiri's soul. "And how have you learned of these supposed crimes?" Satisfied, Neroon saw that Shakiri was momentarily speechless. "I ask again. How do you know of these so called crimes?"

"One of my most trusted warriors is stationed on Babylon 5 to monitor the half-breed's moves. He informed me."

Had it been Shakiri's warrior who had slipped him the drugs while he'd been stalking the ranger? Neroon addressed the Council once more. "It's true. I dishonored the human Anla' Shok."

A loud rumour swept though the hall as the assembled Clansmen uttered their astonishment that Neroon would admit such a crime.

"But I did it because someone was feeding me drugs without my knowledge. That someone used human drugs to make sure there were no traces that would lead back to him. I think that this Minbari never expected me to find the drugs in my blood stream, but I did." Neroon's eyes never left Shakiri's face and he enjoyed seeing the baffled look on the Shai Alit's face. Neroon refrained from naming that person at this point. He had to hold on to that trump a little longer.

"Are you telling us that you were drugged on purpose? To make you violent and abusive?" Danan had risen to his feet. This was a serious accusation Neroon was bringing forth.

"Yes, and the Anla'Shok paid the price." Waiting for any kind of response, Neroon watched how the Clansman of the Moon Shields and Fire Wings rose to their feet and moved to stand behind him. The Wind Swords remained at their place, watching Shakiri. The Shai Alit was becoming outnumbered very quickly and the expression on Shakiri's face was one of sheer contortion. Neroon hardly recognized Shakiri any longer.

Danan tried to stay calm, but the tension in the room was evident as he spoke to Neroon.

"Will you give me the name of this Minbari who acted so dishonorably and supply us with the evidence? This warrior shamed his Clan and should be judged accordingly to our laws."

Shakiri who was very agitated at this point interrupted Danan. He stepped in front of the Chairman and bared his teeth. "Why would you believe him? He has no proof!"

"But I have proof, Shakiri. The blood sample I brought with me contains alien substances. This madness began after I refused to kill Delenn as you ordered me to."

Another wave of concerned voices was to be heard as Danan addressed Shakiri.

"You did what?" Danan faced Shakiri and regretted he was one of Shakiri's Clansmen as he realized that Shakiri had ordered one of their own to be killed. He was horrified that Shakiri would try to kill another Minbari.

"You did not know that, did you? Shai Alit Shakiri wants to divide our Caste in this time of war when we should move against the enemy as one." Neroon's voice was the only thing to be heard in the hall as he spoke again. "The humans are not our enemies. They want to join forces with us in battling the Shadows. The real enemy is our arrogance, our feeling of superiority. I used to agree with Shakiri; I thought that humans were inferior and should not be treated as our equals."

Neroon turned to face the hundreds of Clansmen. "Then I was challenged to Denn-Sha by a human! A human Anla'Shok who faced me with a Minbari fighting pike he could hardly have used more than two cycles. I defeated him and was prepared to strike that last and fatal blow when this human invoked the name of Valen. This ranger was willing to die for Delenn when I was intent on killing her. I believe when the priests tell me that humans have Minbari souls. Never before have I witnessed such courage and dedication. That ranger's name is Marcus Cole and I'm proud to name him my Kirmana. I see no betrayal in that, no shame."

There was a dangerous edge to Neroon's voice as he moved to stand opposite of Shakiri, who was staring at him with a startling rage in his eyes. "Do you want to know why did I named him my Kirmana? Because you made me dishonor him. You gave me those human drugs. It was you, Shakiri who abducted Marcus Cole and tortured him in that abandoned cell. Are you proud of your actions, Shakiri? Kidnapping a blind Anla' Shok and then preying on his fear and helplessness?" It was deadly quiet as Neroon waited for Shakiri's reply. It was obvious that the Shai Alit never expected the confrontation to develop like this.

"Is this true, Shai Alit Shakiri?" Danan's voice shook as he stared into Shakiri's eyes.

"He is a liar! The humans tarnished his mind. You can't believe his lies!"

"Did you drug Alit Neroon? Was this Anla'Shok abducted on your command? Shakiri, answer!" Danan towered over Shakiri and already knew the answer before Shakiri reacted. The madness was written all over Shakiri's face.

"The humans are unworthy! They need to be stopped, eliminated!"

Danan slowly turned his back on his Caste leader and lowered his eyes after he had looked at Neroon. One by one, all Minbari turned their back on Shakiri, who'd fallen silent at this point.

Neroon was the last one to turn his back on Shakiri. It had been Neroon's intention to invoke Denn-Sha, but it appeared that wouldn't be necessary. Even Shakiri's own Clansmen had deserted him. As the Shai Alit stormed out of the hall, Neroon looked at the united Minbari and was proud they had chosen his side.

"Neroon." Danan raised his head and beckoned Neroon to take his place amongst the other members of the Warrior Council. He had won this battle, but Neroon knew that this war wasn't over yet. Shakiri was still powerful and even more dangerous now he had been exposed. He was determined to get back to his stronghold as quickly as possible. He feared for Marcus' safety.

"Stephen, when can I get out of here? I would be fine in my room."

Franklin sighed. Marcus had been whining for one hour now and although Stephen was on the verge of giving in, he didn't want to release the ranger just yet. Marcus had spent the night at this laboratory only because he had insisted. Marcus needed a lot more rest to make a complete recovery. "Stop whining, Marcus. I won't release you before I'm sure that there will be no complications."

Marcus knew that Stephen was about to give in; it amused him that he could still play Stephen if necessary, but he stopped bugging Franklin. The truth was that Marcus didn't really want to be alone. He needed someone's company to keep him from brooding.

"Stephen? Have you heard anything from Neroon yet?" Trying to hide his concern, Marcus averted his eyes. He still hadn't fully accepted his feelings for Neroon yet.

"No, not yet. But we could ask Danzi if he received any messages at all from Neroon. Would you like me to do that?'

Marcus nodded. One day had passed and they hadn't heard anything from the warrior. Stephen left the room and Marcus realized how much he had missed being able to see. The ranger uniform was still waiting for him on the chair. Stephen had urged him to put it on. Marcus had refused. He wouldn't wear that uniform or attach the pin to his shirt. Those were things of his past, a past he felt ashamed of. Although he knew that neither he nor Neroon were to blame for what had happened between them, Marcus no longer felt worthy of serving Delenn and the rangers. Franklin had tried to make him see that his reasoning was wrong, but Marcus hadn't listened.

Danzi entered the room and Marcus was forced to stop his pondering. It was the first time he actually saw the Minbari and was surprised how young Danzi was. There was friendliness in the young warrior's eyes Marcus had never expected to see. Danzi smiled and Marcus hesitantly returned the gesture.

"I received a recorded message from Alit Neroon some minutes ago. All is well and he will arrive in a few hours." The young warrior was careful not to mention how concerned Neroon had been. The Satai had informed him of Shakiri's downfall and Danzi knew he had to be even more careful now. The Anla'Shok had become one of Shakiri's targets.

"Thank you, Danzi." Marcus wavered, but continued through to the end. "It's nice to know the face of the person I'm talking to."

"I'm glad the surgery was successful."

As Danzi lowered his eyes, Marcus felt momentarily awkward, until he remembered that Minbari lowered their eyes to show respect.

Danzi turned on his heel and left the room.

As Neroon finally arrived, Danzi greeted him. The journey had tired him, but Neroon knew his presence had been necessary to unmask Shakiri.

"Welcome home, Alit. "

"Thank you, Danzi. How is the ranger doing?" Neroon didn't know yet if Marcus could see or not. The last time Neroon had seen Marcus, the ranger's eyes had been bandaged.

"He has regained his eyesight, but Marcus looks depressed to me."

Neroon nodded in understanding. He'd realized before that Marcus would need a lot of time to make a proper recovery. "And our defences? I do not want any strangers inside the stronghold as long as I have not taken care of Shakiri."

"Your orders are being carried out as we speak. I understand the earnestness of this situation."

"I will visit Marcus now. Be alert, Danzi. Shakiri is even more dangerous now that he has nothing more to lose."

Stephen had allowed Marcus to return to his own room, but had made him promise to rest. The ranger had given him that promise. Marcus hit the send button and realized that there was no way back for him now. He'd recorded a message for Susan Ivanova, explaining to her that he'd made his choice. His voice had trembled as he told her that he wanted to give Neroon a chance. The ranger knew that she would be disappointed that he told her the news this way, but it had taken him an enormous amount of courage to even record this short message. After he'd sent the message he'd felt like a coward for not talking to her in person. He would do that later, when he had some of his self-confidence back. At this moment he felt lost.

Curling himself up in the chair Neroon had placed in his room, he realized how awfully tired he was. His ribs still hurt and his arm ached. He was a bit startled as he realized that Neroon's scent still lingered in the fabric of the chair. The sun was setting and another day had passed.

Mesmerised, Marcus looked at the beautiful colours the sunset supplied him with and he felt a tear make its way down his face. He never thought that he would be able to see the Minbari sunset again. The tingling in his mind returned and he knew that Neroon had to be close. Marcus was cold, but didn't bother to get up and cover himself with a blanket. He felt strangely numb, like all strength had deserted him. Marcus didn't wait for the knock on the door, which would announce the presence of the warrior. "You can come inside, Neroon."

Neroon wasn't surprised to hear the invitation. He'd been receiving some bits and pieces of Marcus' thoughts. What startled him most was the darkness in which Marcus' thoughts were shrouded. Danzi was right; the ranger was depressed. The cold metal tube attached to his belt might cheer the ranger up. As he opened the door, he was surprised to find the ranger sitting in the half-dark. The sun still supplied enough light for him to see Marcus sitting underneath the window. Neroon felt a bit apprehensive about facing the ranger now that Marcus was able to see him. "Marcus?"

The ranger stalled as long as possible, but knew he had to confront Neroon. He raised his head and his heart missed a beat as he saw Neroon standing in front of him. The warrior looked different, not like he remembered him. The violent expression in Neroon's dark eyes was gone and had been replaced by a gentle shade. Neroon was wearing his warrior uniform and the ominous black clothes reminded Marcus of the time that Neroon had stalked him. He fought the fear that crept into his mind as he saw the uniform.

Marcus sensed that Neroon was somewhat uncomfortable; he could literally feel it. The ranger knew that he was mentally connected to the warrior. Neroon didn't block him as he tried to see what feelings were lurking inside Neroon. Marcus trembled as he read the desire in Neroon's mind, but there was also shame, love, and tenderness. The ranger had never before tried to read someone's mind and Neroon's sincere emotions threw him aback momentarily.

Feeling Marcus tentatively reach out for his mind surprised Neroon for one moment. Then he opened his mind to allow Marcus to peek at his emotions. Marcus reached out hesitantly and Neroon waited until the ranger had found what he'd been looking for. It was obvious that Marcus was unsure of how to proceed. All secrets were gone and both men felt rather exposed in front of the other. The warrior took a few steps towards Marcus and remained standing in front of him.

Marcus slowly rose to his feet. He had never expected Neroon to open his mind for him and the ranger felt like he had invaded Neroon's privacy. They looked at each other.

It was Neroon who broke the deafening silence. "I am glad that you are able to see again. I would never have forgiven myself if you had been blind for the rest of your life."

Although the sling provided ample support for his broken arm, Marcus slipped his left arm under the fractured limb. "You're not to blame for what happened. The drugs made you act that way."

The silence returned and Neroon began to feel uncomfortable. He looked at the ranger uniform and pin on the chair, then returned his inquiring gaze to Marcus. "You are not wearing the uniform master Durhann sent you?"

"No… I don't think I'm worthy to wear it any longer."

Neroon crooked his head and studied Marcus' expression. It wasn't only the shame that was suffocating the ranger. There was something else. Marcus had accepted that he'd feelings for him, something the ranger had always denied. Now that he had faced a part of himself he had denied for so long, Marcus had begun to doubt the other truths in his life as well. The human was lost in the sea of emotions inside him.

"That is nonsense and I will not allow you to talk yourself into things. You are going to put on that uniform right now and I will not take no for an answer. I will wait for you in the corridor to join me or do you require help to get dressed?"

"No… I can do that myself." Reading the expression on Neroon's face told him that the Minbari was serious. As Neroon left the little room, Marcus walked over to where his uniform lay. His fingers ran over the clothes and he began to change his clothing. He took off the sling so he could put on the pants and turtleneck. He slipped into the tunic and fastened the belt around his waist. That little action made him aware how much he missed attaching his pike to it. After he pulled on the long cloak he slipped his arm back into the sling. Stephen had already attached the ranger pin to the garment. As he straightened out the cloak, he sighed. This felt like coming home after a long and dangerous mission. Remembering that Neroon was waiting for him in the corridor, he started moving.

"That is better. Now we will go for a walk. You have been hiding in that little room for much too long."

"Neroon..."

"Come," the warrior whispered softly.

Marcus didn't want to leave this place where he felt safe. The only people he had been in contact with were Stephen, Danzi and Neroon. Having to face strangers made him feel uncomfortable, but he followed Neroon out of the corridor. He felt rested after having slept this much. Neroon slowed down and fell into step beside the ranger. The tension between them was getting to Marcus. Now that he'd made his choice he knew he had to get over his fear and shame, but it was hard.

Marcus hardly noticed the few Minbari they encountered, as he was trying to sort out his thoughts. Walking out of the building, Neroon led him into the gardens. Marcus wondered where they were headed when they left the gardens behind them. A soft breeze was tangling his hair and Marcus felt the wind grow wilder.

Neroon heard the unspoken thoughts, but chose not to comment on them. He led the ranger to some cliffs hanging over the shore. Waves were crashing onto the rocks far below them.

As Marcus looked down into the crevice, he began to feel dizzy. "Where are we?"

"I used to come here to meditate. Let's sit down." Neroon gestured at a couple of rocks that had been shaped by the weather into chair like forms. The strong gale was sweeping the waves into a mad rhythm and Marcus stared down the cliffs. The sea was raging underneath him.

There was a wild beauty to this place and he had to tear his eyes away as the waves seemed to cry out to him to throw himself from the cliff to join them in their passionate play.

"Taking your own life is no solution, Marcus."

The voice had been hardly audible above the wild music of the wind and waves. Marcus wavered and knew Neroon was right. He was a fighter, but he couldn't tear away from the beckoning gloomy waves and he stood there, paralysed.

The warrior knew what battle was raging inside Marcus. The ranger wasn't shielding his thoughts and Neroon moved until he stood next to Marcus. Knowing that Marcus wouldn't leap, didn't take away his concern. A sudden gust of wind could sweep the ranger from his feet and pull him over the cliff.

Feeling Neroon's strong arm curl around his waist brought Marcus back to reality. He allowed Neroon to pull him back from the abyss and together they sat down on the rocks.

A bit more sheltered from the squall, Neroon acted on impulse and wrapped his arms around Marcus who was still trembling.

The ranger hadn't realized how strong the urge within in him was to end his life. The intensity of that need had taken him by surprise. If it hadn't been for Neroon to pull him back from that abyss... He felt safe in Neroon's embrace and wondered why the warrior would feel attracted to him; he was only a shadow of his former self. Marcus rested his head on Neroon's shoulder. "I'm afraid. I really wanted to jump, you know."

"No, you did not. You feel lost, but that feeling will disappear in time." Neroon released Marcus from his embrace and waited for the ranger to raise his eyes. "I want to give you something."

Surprised, Marcus watched how Neroon uncovered an ancient looking Minbari fighting pike.

"Here, I want you to have this."

Hesitantly, Marcus accepted the pike as Neroon placed it in his left hand. There was something strangely familiar about this pike. This is the pike Neroon used when I invoked Denn-Sha.He opened and closed the pike. "I can't accept this, Neroon. This is your pike and by the looks of it, very old and valuable. It must be precious to you." Extending his hand to return the gift, he was amazed to see the determination in Neroon's eyes.

"No. It has tasted your blood and you have earned the right to carry this pike. It was my father's and I would be honored if you accepted it."

"But what about you? You can't be without a pike."

Neroon uncovered a second pike from his belt. "I will be fine. You need a pike to start our lessons."

Touched by Neroon's gesture, Marcus attached the pike to his belt and suddenly realized that all his ranger regalia had been restored to him.

"We should return to the house now. There's a storm brewing and I have no desire to be caught in the midst of it."

"Neroon? Thank you," he mumbled, awed and confused.

"You are welcome, Marcus."

They were standing very close and Marcus was startled to feel a sexual response in his body as Neroon rested his forehead against his.

Neroon saw the frightened expression in Marcus' eyes. Receiving Marcus' confused thoughts made him understand what was scaring the ranger. Marcus wasn't ready yet to deal with his sexual feelings and Neroon respected that. They walked in silence, but Neroon was able to receive most of Marcus' troubled thoughts.

Marcus' eyes searched Neroon's private chambers. He had never been here before and was amazed to find them very Spartan. A desk, some chairs, several cupboards and a sleeping platform made out the room. Marcus was staring at that platform. He shivered as he realized that it was big enough for the two of them. Neroon had disappeared into the adjoining bathroom and Marcus began to panic. What the hell was he doing in Neroon's private quarters?

"Are you going to sleep in all those clothes?"

Neroon's voice startled him.

The warrior emerged from the bathroom, wearing some dark robes. "Well?"

Neroon was obviously waiting for some kind of reply, but he was speechless.

"Here, put these on. "

Marcus caught the identical robes Neroon was wearing and finally understood. He slipped into the bathroom and told himself to calm down. Although his arousal had disappeared, he wondered why he had felt like that in the first place. Because I desire him? My mind hasn't accepted yet that I'm attracted to Neroon, but my body knows instinctively what I am trying to hide. As he changed his clothing he watched himself in the mirror. He had lost weight these last weeks, but his muscle tone was still well defined. Tearing his eyes away from his reflection, he pulled the robe over his head. It was made of a very soft material and it seemed to caress his skin.

Opening the door, he realized that Neroon was lying on the sleeping platform. Marcus wavered, wondering what the hell he was doing here, but his feet carried him to the tilted bed. Neroon was lying on his back, eyes closed, his breathing regular. Was the Minbari already asleep? Marcus sat down on the bed and fought the sudden urge to run out of the room. This fear was a result of the abuse he had been subjected to. Lying down, he felt how exhausted he was. Feeling shy all of a sudden, he tried to get as much distance between him and Neroon.

The warrior stirred, sensing Marcus moving away from him and gently pulled Marcus to his chest.

Marcus surrendered and rested his head on Neroon's arm. Sleep claimed him quickly and he didn't realize that he snuggled up to the warrior in his sleep.

Neroon opened his eyes once he was sure that Marcus was soundly asleep. The ranger was lying on his left side and had moved into his arms. It was a blissful feeling to have Marcus this close to him. It was all he desired and while he stroked Marcus' hair, Neroon fell asleep as well.

Babylon 5

Commander Susan Ivanova replayed the message she received moments ago from Marcus. Stephen had told her already that Marcus had regained his eyesight and she'd been happy to hear that news. Relieved, she listened to Marcus trying to explain to her that he'd chosen to be with Neroon. Marcus had looked nervous and perhaps a bit afraid of her reaction. Susan stopped the recording and leaned back on the couch.

Staring at the ceiling she had to admit that Marcus' decision didn't surprise her one bit; she had actually expected it. She'd known that Marcus had feelings for Neroon, but shame had made him fight them. She hoped the ranger could accept this facet of his personality. So how did his decision affect her; made her feel?

She was happy that Marcus had reached a decision and although that decision was in Neroon's favor she wanted the ranger to be happy. At least now she knew that she could move on. Deep down she felt sad that Marcus hadn't chosen to be with her, but she could deal with his decision. Ever since this madness had started she'd been forced to look at her own feelings and she'd started to open up a little more to the people around her.

That had also included getting to know Lt. Harris better; Sacha. Susan had been amazed to find that the redhead had been born in Kiev; she was Russian by birth and that created a bond right from the start. Sacha's mother had married an American, but the family had stayed in Kiev. Sacha had only left Russia to join Earth force. The officers working in C&C had been petrified as they noticed that Sacha Harris tended to curse in Russian when she was angry. Susan had laughed as she heard the curses in Russian for the first time and they started to spend some time together, but Susan had kept her distance; waiting for a word from Marcus. Well, I know now where to go from here.

"How did you get these real coffee beans? The aroma is superb!"

Looking at the tall and slender woman in her kitchen, Susan stretched. "There is a lot you don't know yet about me, darling." Sacha Harris was momentarily taken aback as she heard that last word. A bright smile appeared on her face and she carried the two mugs to the couch. Susan placed the mugs on the table and studied the expression on Sacha's face. The two of them would work out...Ivanova was surprised to feel Sacha lean in closer. Their lips brushed and Susan wrapped her arms around her.

Stretching comfortably, Marcus realized that Neroon was holding him firmly in his sleep. Neroon's head lay on his shoulder and the warrior had draped a leg over his waist during their sleep. All kinds of emotions were running through the ranger and he tried to block the unpleasant ones from his mind. Neroon had been right. He'd been hiding for so long; he had to stop running and accept who he was. There was a part of him that desired, loved, Neroon and he knew he had to stop fighting the prejudice in his head. But how to accomplish that?

Very tentatively, he raised his left arm and it remained poised in the air above Neroon's chest for some moments. At last he forced himself to lower in onto Neroon's chest. The warrior didn't stir in his sleep, so Marcus grew a little bolder and moved his hand to Neroon's face, tracing his jaw line. The skin felt warm underneath his fingers and feeling curious, Marcus ran his fingers over the bonecrest. Too late did he realize how sensitive that area must be as Neroon opened his eyes and stared at him. Marcus swallowed nervously; sensing the love and desire emanating from Neroon, but there was another feeling as well; patience. Marcus didn't feel threatened and he forced himself to stay relaxed. The ranger knew that Neroon would never hurt him and that knowledge enabled him to look at Neroon with a certain amount of vulnerability in his eyes.

Marcus' touch awoke Neroon. He was delighted to find Marcus looking at him. The warrior knew what was going on inside his mind; Marcus was sending him his feelings. Marcus started to pull back his hand, but Neroon shook his head. "I enjoy your touch."

"You do?"

"Marcus, you must know I do. You are touching my mind at the moment."

"I am? Sorry, that wasn't..."

"Marcus, you can stay inside my mind as long as you want to. But you should consider getting some training to handle your new- found ability. I can receive your every thought."

Marcus hadn't realized that he'd been reaching out for Neroon's mind. The warrior was right; he had no idea how to use this ability. "You know what I'm thinking?" That thought somehow soothed Marcus. This mental link made him feel safe.

"Yes. I know about the shame and desire hiding inside you. There is no need to feel ashamed, Marcus. It is very normal to be attracted to someone else and it should not matter what gender or species that person is."

"I know… and I want to accept this... us."

"Us?" Neroon captured Marcus' hand in his own and held it tight. "I think you have just taken your first step in ridding yourself of this shame by saying that."

"I did, didn't I?" Marcus laughed, not sure if he was just nervous or trembling with anticipation. "Neroon, I want to take another step."

Neroon nodded, knowing how hard this was for Marcus. "I will walk that road with you if you let me."

"I think I would like that."

Neroon smiled and allowed his hands to tangle in the soft hair. He was thinking of a way of taking that first step and realized that he had to take this slow. It would be a lot easier on the ranger if Marcus were the one in control. Once again he felt Marcus' mind search for his and Neroon knew that Marcus was beginning to trust him. Maintaining eye contact, he raised his arm and pulled the ranger closer to him.

Reading Neroon's intention in his mind comforted Marcus. Neroon's lips brushed his and he hesitantly returned the kiss. It felt so right. Marcus began to pant softly as Neroon's tongue traced his lips. The ranger hesitantly parted his teeth, allowing Neroon access to the inside of his mouth.

Sensing Marcus' insecurity, Neroon refrained from using this opportunity. "Would you be comfortable with the idea of me giving you a massage?"

"On this tilted bed?" Marcus chuckled and Neroon grinned.

The ranger did have a point here. A horizontal surface would be desirable. Something Rathenn told him once came to mind. Rathenn, a former member of the Grey Council, had been assigned to ambassador Jeffrey Sinclair. The Minbari had despaired over the fact that the Earth force Captain daily rigged his platform to make it stay horizontal. If only he could remember the trick.

Something was occupying Neroon' thoughts and Marcus only got some very incoherent bits and pieces what the Minbari was thinking. He watched how Neroon rose from the platform and made his way over to the bathroom. "Neroon?"

"Just give me a moment." Carrying a damp towel, Neroon strode back to the platform.

Marcus had seen this trick used before by some rangers and was about to get off the bed as Neroon told him to stay put. Neroon wedged the towel into the mechanism and rigged the bed.

"That should do it."

"How do you know about this trick, Neroon?"

"A little secret of mine." Neroon grinned and Marcus read the answer in the warrior's mind. He had completely forgotten that Neroon and Sinclair knew each other. Marcus waited for Neroon to sit down and looked at the second item the warrior had brought with him. It was a crystal vial and he smelled the spicy fragrance as Neroon opened it.

"Do you trust me, Marcus?" That's what it comes down to in the end, doesn't it? Do I trust him? Then the ranger realized that Neroon knew what he was thinking. There was a trusting expression on Neroon's face. Yes, I trust you, Neroon. Valen help me, I think I love you. Marcus felt how relieved and full of anticipation Neroon was as the Minbari received that message.

"Then sit up and rest your back against me."

Marcus sat up and felt how his robe was loosened a bit. The garment dropped to his elbows. Shivers ran down his spine as Neroon's hand touched the back of his neck. The warrior had moistened his hands with the ointment.

"You are comfortable with this?" Although Neroon could sense some of Marcus' thoughts, the ranger's mind was strangely quiet at this point; too caught up in the moment to form coherent thoughts.

"Yes… It feels nice."

"Good."

Marcus enjoyed Neroon's touch, but moaned as the Minbari started to work on some cramped muscles. The ranger hadn't realized that he felt this tense and surrendered to Neroon's ministrations and began to feel comfortable with Neroon touching him. One of Neroon's hands caressed the back of his neck and Marcus relaxed even more, leaning his body against that of the Minbari. He didn't see Neroon smiling, but he could sense the feeling of contentment in the warrior.

"Will your ribs allow you to lay down on your stomach?"

Marcus had been half asleep and it took him some time to answer the question. "As long as you don't put too much pressure on the area I should be fine."

"Then lay down. Can I disrobe you a little more, Marcus?" Neroon was intent on giving Marcus some control of this situation. If he went too quickly and too far, he would scare the man he loved.

Marcus wavered as he answered. "How much more?"

"To your waist."

Marcus shivered slightly, but gave in. He needed to have faith in Neroon and in himself.

"You are not sure? Tell me and I stop."

Turning around to face Neroon, Marcus saw the sincere expression on the warrior's face. The ranger knew that Neroon intended him no harm, but the memories were fighting their way back into his mind. "No, I don't want you to stop." Taking the initiative, Marcus pulled his robe down until his upper body was exposed. "You'll have to help me remove the sling. I can't lie down on my arm." Marcus focused on Neroon's eyes and together they removed the sling. Lying down, Marcus rested his head on his left arm and waited for Neroon to continue the massage. The ranger did feel somewhat vulnerable, unable to see what Neroon was doing.

Neroon was touched by the trust Marcus had in him. Looking at the bandages around Marcus' ribcage, he knew he had to stay clear of that area. Opening the vial, he drizzled some of the oil onto the ranger's skin and knelt down on the platform.

Marcus was a little startled to feel the coldness of the oil on his skin.

Neroon began to spread out the oil, rubbing it gently onto Marcus' skin. The warrior felt how tense Marcus was and kneaded the moist skin beneath his hands. Hearing Marcus whimper, he stopped. "Are you all right?"

"Yes, I never thought I would enjoy this so much."

Neroon's hands moved below the bandages to work on the small of the ranger's back and Marcus froze involuntarily. He hoped Neroon wasn't going to move his hands further down.

"I won't. Remember, I can sense your thoughts. I won't betray your trust in me." Neroon continued to work on several nerve endings. "Marcus, will you allow me to guide you in taking another step with me?"

"Yes." Marcus was curious; what was Neroon up to? He tried to stay out of Neroon's mind, but sometimes he slipped into the warrior's mind without realizing it. No longer were Neroon's fingers massaging his skin; the touch changed into a caress. Marcus shivered. Desire was quickly building in his body. Neroon's hands were caressing his back and neck and then the warrior's lips pressed on his skin, leaving a trail of tender kisses on his back The ranger was taken aback as Neroon's tongue lingered at the small of his back, tracing small circles. His body began to come alive under Neroon's touch. He was becoming aroused very quickly and his erection began to throb.

Feeling Marcus begin to react to his caresses, Neroon slowed down. Although the ranger was willing to let him explore his body, the warrior felt the wave of confused thoughts emanating from Marcus as the ranger discovered that he was becoming aroused.

"Marcus?" Neroon gently pulled the ranger back into a sitting position and was amazed to see that Marcus' eyes were big and full of anticipation. "Do you want me to stop or take another step with me?"

"I don't know. I don't want you to stop, but... this is going a bit fast."

"I understand." Continuing to caress the soft human skin underneath his hands, Neroon concentrated on what he knew wouldn't scare or confuse the ranger. Leaning in, Neroon brushed Marcus' lips. He didn't expect Marcus to start kissing him back; the ranger's response was tentative but determined. This time, Neroon's tongue gently explored the inside of Marcus' soft mouth. Their tongues duelled for a moment and when they tore apart, both of them were panting slightly. Neroon's lips moved down Marcus' throat, tasting the salty sweat.

His body was screaming out for more and Marcus drew his head back to give Neroon better access to that sensitive area. Feeling Neroon licking the back of his neck, drove him wild with desire. He was inside Neroon's mind once more and Marcus didn't know what felt more intimate; Neroon's skin against his or being inside his mind. The ranger forgot to breathe as Neroon's tongue flicked over his nipple. Now that he had let go of his feelings of shame, he discovered that his body ached for Neroon's caress.

"You can touch me as well, Marcus." Neroon looked him in the eyes and placed Marcus' hand on his chest.

The ranger felt the rippling muscle even through the fabric. Slowly, he eased down Neroon's robes a bit and ran his fingers over the Minbari's shoulders. Realizing that his injuries limited his movements, he looked at Neroon.

Smiling at his lover, Neroon gently pulled the ranger on top of his body. The warrior leaned back and had no other choice as to lie down horizontally. Well, I am not going to get much sleep anyway. Neroon observed Marcus carefully. He felt the ranger's erection and smiled.

Now that he was lying on top of Neroon, Marcus felt the warrior's erection press against his own lower body and briefly went numb. The old fear resurfaced.

Neroon stopped touching Marcus, resting his arms on the bed. Marcus had to decide where to go from here. Neroon knew this was hard on him. Fear and desire were battling inside the ranger and Neroon tried to send him some reassurance that he was safe.

Receiving Neroon's assurance snapped Marcus out of his stupor.

"Come here." Neroon pulled Marcus closer to him until the ranger's head rested on his chest. Then he wrapped his arms around Marcus. They remained that way for some time.

It was Marcus who broke the silence. "I want to stop now."

"I know. I never intended us to go all the way. We will do this in small steps."

Their eyes locked and Marcus sighed. He had a long way ahead of him, but they were going to walk that path together.

"Will you join me for a bath before breakfast?"

Neroon's question confused Marcus. The ranger pulled his robe back in place and sat on the platform, thinking about what had happened between him and the warrior. He'd learned some things about himself during their intimate moments; he wanted Neroon. "Bath? Like in the bathroom?"

"No, we could go to the public baths. As Alit, I hold the privilege of having it to myself during this hour. No one else will be there. Afterwards we will visit Doctor Franklin to have your bandages changed." Neroon walked over to the platform and offered Marcus' his hand. The warrior had never before seen Marcus blush and the sight was exquisite.

Marcus sensed Neroon's admiration and it made him feel awkward. The ranger had never before considered himself to be handsome, but Neroon's thoughts told him different. He accepted the offered help and Neroon pulled him slowly to his feet. The warmth inside Neroon's mind made Marcus feel wanted and before the ranger realized it, he was kissing Neroon in a passionate way.

Neroon didn't expect this outburst of passion, but savoured it while it lasted. The softness of the ranger's mouth was enthralling, exciting, and Neroon wrapped an arm around him.

The blush on Marcus' face deepened and Neroon couldn't help smiling as he stroked back some black hair. "Come with me..."

"But shouldn't we get dressed before we leave here?"

"That won't be necessary, Marcus. The baths are only a few minutes away and after your bandages are changed, we will return here and get dressed. It's still very early, Marcus. We won't encounter many people, Danzi perhaps... no one else."

They walked into the corridor, both still dressed in soft robes. Marcus didn't mind the fact that the Minbari's arm rested on his hip and he realized that he was slowly breaking down the walls of prejudice in his mind. It felt good.

The baths were unlike anything Marcus had ever seen. As he stepped through the door, he realized that the baths were partly outdoors. There were several swimming pools and something that resembled a Jacuzzi. The pools were built to blend into the landscape and large trees supplied a shadowy shelter from the already burning sun. He felt the grass underneath his bare feet as he took another step towards the pools. Looking at Neroon in bewilderment, he marveled at the beauty of this place.

"My father had it built. Shahaam created these baths. I suggest you try that pool over there. It contains some thermal water. I will go and have a swim."

Marcus trembled as Neroon's lips claimed his once more. He was reluctant to release the Minbari and returned the kiss in an attempt to lengthen this moment.

Neroon felt the rush of arousal move through his own body and stepped away from Marcus. The ranger was getting to him and he had to put some distance between them. Shielding his thoughts as well as he could, Neroon walked away from the ranger.

Green eyes followed Neroon's every move as the warrior stepped out of the robe. Marcus' breath caught as he saw the Minbari's naked body. It was rippling muscle. Eyes dropping below the waistline, Marcus couldn't help averting his glance. The warrior dove into the water and disappeared out of sight. Feeling strangely alone, Marcus disrobed and stepped into the pool with thermal water. It was pleasantly warm; not too hot. Seats had been carved into the stony surface and he sat down.

Finally, he completely relaxed and closed his eyes as the water caressed his body. Now that Neroon was no longer in line of sight, Marcus felt bereft of the warrior's mental presence. He was startled as he realized how close the two of them had become in such short span of time.

Climbing out of the water, Neroon grabbed a towel to dry his skin. He felt refreshed. His arousal had vanished and he slipped back into his robe. As he walked over to Marcus, he picked up the ranger's robe. Neroon sat down on his heels. It was time to get dressed and to have some breakfast. Realizing Marcus was dozing, Neroon ran his fingers through Marcus' hair. "Wake up, Marcus. Time to get those bandages changed."

Opening his eyes, the ranger realized that he was naked and he felt Neroon's admiring eyes on him.

"You have nothing to be ashamed of, Marcus." Holding the robe in his hand, Neroon waited for Marcus to make his way out of the water. Before handing Marcus his garment, Neroon took his time to study the ranger's naked body. He knew it was making Marcus somewhat uncomfortable, but this was another little step Marcus had to take.

Lowering his green eyes, Marcus wondered why Neroon was looking at him in this way. The next moment, he was wrapped in soft towels and he allowed Neroon to help him dry his skin. After he'd slipped into the robe again, the sling was put back in place.

"Let's go and have those bandages changed."

This time it was Marcus who wrapped his arm around the warrior's waist.

Stephen Franklin was in a foul mood. After trying to get some sleep on the tilted platform for most of the night, he'd given up and had gone to the laboratory.

Shahaam was already at work. The old priest eyed the human doctor and knew immediately that Franklin was suffering from sleep deprivation. "What's that expression humans use? You look like hell?" Shahaam was one of the first Minbari to have accepted the fact that Minbari and humans were going to work together. He was very interested in everything concerning humans.

"I don't understand how anyone can sleep at that angle. Ruins the back and puts way too much pressure on the legs." His voice sounded somewhat high-pitched and the priest allowed a chuckle to break through.

"I do know there are some tricks to rig the platform. I have seen some rangers use them."

"Couldn't you have shared that information with me before I spent a night in Hell?" Both men were smiling now and Stephen walked over his equipment. His job here was done and he was preparing to return to Babylon 5. But there was one more thing he wanted to do before he left; running another, more specific neural scan on Marcus to establish his rating.

"Stephen? I think my bandages need changing."

Franklin clutched his head. He'd been under the impression that this morning couldn't get any worse, but had been mistaken.

Marcus and Neroon entered the laboratory. The warrior walked over to Shahaam and began to talk to his mentor in soft tones.

Stephen tried to eavesdrop, but he despaired as he realized that the two Minbari were talking in their own language. "Sit down, Marcus and don't babble."

The ranger grinned at his friend. There were dark circles underneath the doctor's eyes. "I can show you how to rig that bed."

Stephen was tempted to throw something at his friend or to smash an object. Why hadn't they been this helpful before he turned in last night? Grabbing some surgical scissors and new bandages, he strode over to the ranger who was sitting in a chair. Not feeling very talkative, Stephen began to cut away the bandages.

"I just offered you my help, you know." Marcus sounded a bit insulted.

"Marcus, shut up. Don't make me want to hurt you."

"Hum, I always thought you enjoyed making me suffer."

A sigh escaped Franklin's lips as he began to change the bandages. Although he was short- tempered today, he stayed professional and kept an eye on Marcus to make sure the ranger wasn't in any pain. Studying his friend carefully, he discovered that the green eyes were sparkling and they seemed to follow Neroon wherever the Minbari went.

"I was thinking about returning to Babylon 5 tomorrow, but before I leave I want to determine how strong your telepathic powers are."

Marcus knew Stephen would nag until he gave in. Hell, Franklin was right. The idea that he invaded Neroon's mind all the time wasn't something he was comfortable with. Neroon had been right to demand that he got some training. "Alright, you big worry wart. I'll come in this afternoon and then you can rack my brain with your medieval torture instruments."

"Actually, I 'm looking forward to having a look inside that thick skull of yours, Marcus."

The grin the doctor gave him made Marcus gulp. Franklin was going to harass him every way the doctor could. Well, in time he would find a way to get back at Stephen. The ranger noticed that the pain had lessened considerably since the last time Stephen changed his bandages. It was more like a dull ache at the moment. His eyes moved back to Neroon and wondered what he was discussing with the elder Minbari. "Stephen, who's that?"

The doctor followed Marcus' glance. "That's Shahaam. Strange fellow, but very kind."

So that's Shahaam. Marcus studied the old priest and shivered slightly as Shahaam's eyes focused on him. That strange tingling returned and Marcus knew that that the priest was a telepath. Ill at ease, he watched the Minbari approaching him.

"I am Shahaam. I will try to teach you what you need to know to control your gift. We will start your lessons this afternoon after the doctor finished his tests."

Exchanging a look with Neroon told him that the warrior had arranged this. Marcus had to admit it was the best solution and bowed reverently to the priest. "I'm honored that you'll teach me." Shahaam's answer baffled Marcus.

"I said I would try. I do not think you will learn these lessons easily."

The comment was accompanied with a dazzling grin and Marcus couldn't help but like the old Minbari.

"But first, let's have some breakfast." Neroon was getting hungry and they still had to change into their uniforms. As if in answer to Neroon's remark, Marcus' stomach began to growl.

Breakfast was in a hurry and Marcus found himself being dragged back to the laboratory by Stephen who was anxious to test the ranger's Psi-ability. Marcus tried to resist, but the doctor had been quite firm.

"Sit down, Marcus. I need to hook you up to the machine."

"What happened to the torture-rack? Or the Iron Maiden?" The ranger wasn't happy. He wished he could get out of the room, but he realized that this needed to be done. Marcus swore in Minbari as Stephen placed several electrodes on his temples. "Is this really necessary?"

"Stop whining, Marcus. The fact that I had some coffee --real coffee I might add-- does not mean that I can put up with you annoying me for a longer period of time."

Chuckling, Marcus peeked at his friend's eyes and enjoyed their friendly bantering. "Get it over with, Stephen. I have more important things to do."

Now it was Stephen's turn to grin as he switched on the neural scanner. "Like what, Cole? Getting beat up in a bar in Down Below?"

"That's not fair!"

"Well, you're the one who's always talking about the unfairness of the universe."

That successfully shut up Marcus for a while. The ranger tried to have a look at his readings, but Stephen pushed him back into his chair. "How long will this take, Stephen?"

"A few minutes. Didn't you tell me once that you were still working on patience? This is a good opportunity to work on that character trait."

Marcus did remember mention that to Franklin once and wished he hadn't told Franklin such things. The next minutes passed in silence and to Marcus those minutes seemed to last hours.

At last, Stephen switched off the machine and began to free the ranger of the electrodes.

Marcus was impatient to know the results and moved to stand next to the doctor as the results came through. "How bad is it, Stephen?"

"Looks like you are a P2, maybe 3."

Marcus couldn't repress a sight of relief. "Are you satisfied now? Can I go, Stephen?"

"Yes, Shahaam's already waiting for you to start your lessons."

Following the doctor's glare, Marcus discovered that the priest was standing in the corridor.

Come, child. It's time to start your training.

The ranger was startled to hear the words that clearly in his mind.

Marcus rubbed his temples. Shahaam was a ruthless teacher and the exercises the Minbari had made him do, had given him a severe headache. But he had to admit the priest was a good teacher. He'd learned how to shield his thoughts. During his ranger training he'd been taught how to block a telepath, but his newfound ability enabled him to do more.

The day had passed quickly and Marcus felt exhausted. Looking through the windows he saw that the sun was already setting. Without giving it a second thought, he walked into Neroon's private chambers, hoping to find the warrior there; his lover. It was strange how quickly his feelings for Neroon were becoming deeper and more affectionate. The intimate moments they had shared earlier had made him hungry for more.

Neroon was reading a report as Marcus entered the room. "How did the training go? Let me guess, you are exhausted." Neroon grinned and watched how Marcus sat down on the still rigged platform.

"He's given me a bloody headache." Still rubbing his temples, the ranger tried to make the ache go away. Neroon got up from his chair and Marcus felt the warrior's body heat as Neroon sat down behind him.

Stroking back some dark locks, Neroon began to massage Marcus' neck and tense shoulders.

The headache diminished after some minutes and Marcus rested his back against the warrior.

"You shield your thoughts a lot better, Marcus."

"But I don't want to shield them when I'm with you."

"Then don't." Neroon felt how Marcus stopped controlling his thoughts and welcomed the ranger inside his mind. The warrior didn't expect the message Marcus sent him.

I want you, Neroon.

" You do?"

"Yes." Marcus turned in the embrace and faced Neroon. Both were wearing uniforms and Marcus pushed the dark cloak from Neroon's shoulders. The warrior responded by getting rid of the sling and the ranger's cloak dropped to the floor as well. Marcus tried to unbutton Neroon's shirt, but found that hard to accomplish single-handedly. Feeling Neroon's warm fingers close over his, he allowed the warrior to remove the shirt himself. His fingertips burned as he ran them over the chest of the Minbari. Neroon had closed his eyes and savoured the caress. "What have you done to me, Neroon? I can't stop thinking about you… about this morning. I'm sure Shahaam picked up some things during training."

"So what? Are you afraid someone might disapprove? That's their problem, not yours." Neroon unclasped the ranger's belt and pulled off the tunic. Then he pushed his hands underneath the turtleneck and ran them over Marcus' back. The Minbari sensed how Marcus released the passion within himself the ranger had fought for so long. The intensity of that desire baffled Neroon and as he looked into those green orbs he knew the ranger wanted him completely. "Let me give you pleasure, Marcus. There will be other times, when you are not wounded when you can return that pleasure."

Marcus nodded, then caught Neroon's lips and claimed them. The Minbari's hands moved quickly and they had to stop the kiss so Neroon could pull the shirt over Marcus' head and dispose of it. " Just one thing, Neroon… Can I remain inside your mind? I need to; it makes me feel safe."

"Of course. I like to know as well what you're feeling." Neroon focused on his lover and wanted to make Marcus tremble from desire and delight. The warrior caressed the somewhat coarse facial hair, then moved his hands to the exposed chest.

Marcus leaned back and ended up flat on his back. Thankfully the platform's still rigged, he thought.

"Yes, let's hope it stays that way." Neroon covered his lover's body with his own and began to kiss the back of Marcus' neck, his hands teasing the already erect nipples. The ranger moaned and Neroon liked hearing that sound. He was going to make the ranger whimper from desire.

One of his hands now tangled in Marcus' hair, his other hand rolled one of the already erect nipples between his fingers. The ranger had closed his eyes and Neroon felt Marcus' arousal press against his middle. There was a heat building in Neroon's mind and it took him some time to realize that it was Marcus, telling him how much he wanted him. It made Neroon even more determined to do this right.

Marcus felt like a burning fire was raging through his veins. Why had he denied himself these feelings? Neroon's lips were burning his flesh and the Minbari's fingertips were coaxing his nipples to harden even further. He couldn't help moving through Neroon's mind and stopped as he encountered several images of them being together in a sexual way. Suddenly, he realized that Neroon was asking him what he would like to do. He made a decision and sent it to the warrior who grinned as he received his answer.

The zip of Marcus' pants was quickly undone and Neroon pulled at the pants, removing the underwear at the same time.

The ranger shivered briefly as he realized that he was stark naked. "You should remove your pants as well. "

"Are you getting impatient, Marcus? We can take our time. I want to explore the rest of your body first. I love the feel of your soft skin and hair on your body."

The words were whispered into Marcus' ear and the ranger felt his arousal mounting. He was becoming erect very quickly and as Neroon's fingers moved to stroke that sensitive area, Marcus began to pant. Fingers were curled around his shaft and another hand gently squeezed his scrotum. Neroon's tongue flickered over his belly and he instinctively placed his hands on Neroon's shoulders. Marcus knew what Neroon's intention was and trembled as he felt the man's tongue slide over the tip of his moist shaft. "Neroon, you don't have to do this."

"I want to. I want to taste you, feel you tremble when you come."

Another surge of lust coursed through the ranger as Neroon closed his mouth over his throbbing erection. Small sharp knives seemed to have found their way into his belly as Neroon's sharp teeth scratched the hardened flesh. Marcus stiffened and Neroon applied some pressure by very softly biting him. It was a bittersweet pain and Marcus knew that he couldn't take much more of this torture.

Looking at his lover, Neroon smiled. The ranger trusted him completely. Green orbs were shining brightly as their eyes met. His hands were stroking the ranger's body, constantly differing the place of the caress. As the tip in his mouth began to moisten by the ranger's own juices, Neroon realized that it was a sweet taste.

Running his tongue over the full length of Marcus' shaft, he twisted the nipples teasingly with his fingers. At last, he had the pleasure of hearing Marcus whimper from need. He wanted the ranger to come. Taking Marcus' erection firmly into his hand he began to stroke in a slow rhythm, taking the hardened flesh into his mouth deeper with every stroke. Marcus bucked beneath him and tension became unbearable inside the ranger. Flickering his tongue over the tip once more, he ran his now moist fingers over Marcus' scrotum, squeezing in the same rhythm he was stroking his shaft.

I'm going mad! Marcus was struggling for breath as Neroon squeezed his balls. No longer able to remain passive he began to thrust upwards himself, burrowing himself deep inside the Minbari's mouth. The warmth enclosing his shaft was driving him over the edge. He opened his eyes and gazed at his lover who anticipated his thrusts. Marcus came the moment Neroon sucked hard on the tip of his penis. The warm liquid was released and Marcus stared at the warrior. Some semen dripped from Neroon's lips, but the Minbari concentrated on licking the remnants of his cock. Marcus thought he had gone insane as he heard Neroon's comment.

"You taste sweet. I will enjoy doing this for you."

Shuddering, Marcus felt orgasm rage through him, making him feel whole for the first time in his life.

Neroon suddenly looked up at Marcus as he received that thought. A realization hit him hard and he gathered Marcus into his arms as he lay beside him, draping a leg possessively over the ranger. "This was the first time you experienced this? Marcus, did you have any lovers before this started?" The blush Neroon loved so much spread once more over Marcus' face.

"You're my first lover, Neroon."

As Neroon processed that information he felt his own arousal diminish. He regretted that Shakiri had used Marcus in this way. The ranger had been a virgin when this nightmare had started. "I feel even more honored now that you choose me to be your lover..." The Minbari felt the question in Marcus' mind. "No, Marcus, we will go to sleep now. I think we should not rush things."

"I can give you pleasure as well, Neroon."

"I know you can, Marcus." Neroon smiled. The ranger had already pleased him by coming the way he had; by expressing that explicit trust. Neroon felt Marcus' skin grow cold and ordered the room temperature raised. Then he released Marcus from his arms to get the robes and some blankets. He helped Marcus slip into his robe and then replaced the sling.

The ranger watched Neroon undress himself. He had only briefly seen how splendidly the Minbari was built. His gaze was drawn to Neroon's private parts and he swallowed as he realized how well endowed the warrior was. Marcus grinned as he noticed the lack of any pubic hair and decided that he liked what he saw.

Feeling the burning eyes upon him, Neroon turned to look at Marcus. The ranger was changing; no more did Marcus try to hide the desire in his eyes.

"Let's try to get some sleep. Perhaps we can continue this exploration in the morning hours."

Sensing that Neroon wanted to pull the now dry towel out of the mechanism, Marcus laid a hand on Neroon's arm. "Can't we leave it this way? It would enable me to breathe more freely..."

Neroon considered the request and knew that he was more than willing to tempt death just to grant Marcus this request. As the Minbari lay down, Marcus moved into his arms, draping his arm over Neroon's waist. As their foreheads touched, Marcus knew he was going to sleep peacefully tonight; no more disturbing nightmares.

Neroon's lips brushed his brow and he couldn't resist sleep any longer. The sexual act had exhausted him.

Neroon watched him fall asleep.

Marcus was the first to awake the next morning. Warm beams of sunlight were making their way into the room and the ranger looked at the Minbari lying next to him. Still asleep, Neroon's eyes were closed and his breathing was regular. Memories of last night returned to Marcus and shivers ran down his spine as he remembered the pleasure Neroon had given him.

Deep inside him Marcus felt the urge to return that ecstasy. Stealing his hands into Neroon's robes, he was surprised to find the Minbari's shaft hard as a rock.Probably having some erotic dreams; I hope I'm in them . The Minbari's slightly higher body temperature seemed to burn his fingers as he touched the warm skin. Exploratory running his fingertips over Neroon's cock, Marcus felt how smooth the hardened flesh was. It felt somehow different, but he couldn't pin that difference down. Grabbing the erection firmly in his hand, he began to pull the foreskin over the tip of Neroon's shaft, only to release it again. He repeated the motion several times.

Stirring from his sleep, Neroon felt strongly aroused. He opened his eyes and stared into mischievous green eyes, which were twinkling at him. As he felt Marcus' fingers curled around his shaft, the Minbari wondered what the ranger was up to. He welcomed Marcus' touch. His body had ached for it for so long and now that the ranger had taken the initiative he felt strangely hesitant. After all they had been through together, he was still afraid to hurt Marcus in any way.

"You won't hurt me, Neroon. I know you, remember?"

Neroon knew that Marcus had been listening to his thoughts and wondered about this strong connection. "You trusted me, Marcus. I will return that trust to you. "

Irritated by the fact that his injuries limited his movements, Marcus realized that he couldn't do that much. Looking into Neroon's eyes, he knew that Neroon would be pleased with what ever he could offer the warrior. Draping his leg over Neroon's body, he continued to stroke the warm and now moist shaft in his hand, ever so slightly differing the rhythm and intensity of his caress. Fascinated, Marcus watched Neroon close his eyes. The warrior's hand tangled in his hair and Marcus wished he could use his other hand as well, but the broken limb still ached.

Feeling the moisture drip from the tip of Neroon's cock, Marcus was curious to know how the Minbari tasted. He briefly released the flesh in his hand and smelled at the transparent liquid. Tasting it, he realized that it aroused him. Marcus was instantly erect. It was hard --literally very hard-- to ignore his own lust and to concentrate on Neroon who was watching him somewhat expectantly. Marcus ran his fingers over the length of Neroon's erection and spread the wetness over the rest of the shaft.

He's driving me over the edge; Marcus has no idea what he's doing to me! The cool fingers were sending slight tremors of delight through his body. Neroon had had lovers before, but never had he felt so deeply as for this ranger. Surrendering to Marcus, he felt the warmth of Marcus' thoughts in his mind, mingling with the heat raging in his groin. Sensing how Marcus sped up, he couldn't help bucking against the ranger's hand, urging him to go even faster. The ranger complied and leaning in, he claimed Neroon's lips in a possessive way. Neroon savoured the fire inside the ranger and answered the kiss in a similar way. The pressure was quickly becoming unbearable and Neroon moaned as Marcus slowed down, teasing unimaginable little sounds of excitement out of him. Marcus crawled towards him and Neroon shivered as the ranger straddled his hips.

Marcus couldn't help shuddering violently as unbidden flashes of the past tormented him. "I can't do this, not yet."

The voice trembled and Neroon read in Marcus' mind what was bothering the ranger. The memory of the pain of Neroon slamming himself inside during the rape still had a grip on the ranger. Moving a hand to caress Marcus' face, the warrior understood. "Marcus, I'm not asking you to do anything you don't want to do. I do not need to penetrate you in order to be able to make love to you. I just want you to feel pleasure, not pain."

Hearing those words reassured the ranger and he rested his body on that of the Minbari. Neroon wrapped his arms around his lover and gently rolled Marcus onto his back. Now, it was Neroon who was straddling Marcus' hips.

Lowering his upper body, Neroon whispered sensually into Marcus' ear. "I want you inside of me."

Marcus swallowed hard as the words reached his clouded brain. Realizing that Neroon was asking permission to go further, Marcus nodded. His mouth had turned strangely dry all of a sudden and all coherent thought was quickly leaving his mind. Neroon was lubricating the ranger's erect cock with his own wetness, and all Marcus could do was stare in anticipation. Heat was rising throughout his whole body and he shuddered as Neroon raised himself. "Neroon, now..."

"You are impatient, Marcus... You should work on that flaw." Smiling at Marcus, Neroon lowered himself onto Marcus' shaft taking him in inch by inch in an agonizingly slow pace. Marcus panted his name as the tightness clenched him.

The Minbari was delighted to hear the ranger almost chant his name as he took in those last inches. He didn't move for some moments, giving Marcus a chance to adjust to the new sensation. Incoherent thoughts emanating from the ranger were whirling around in his mind and some of the ecstasy Marcus felt, became part of his arousal as well. Stroking back some damp hair, Neroon fingered the dark strands.

"Open your eyes, Marcus. Look at me." Neroon wanted to see the expression in those fascinating orbs and relished the moment Marcus stared at him with such want in his green eyes that it urged Neroon to move. He raised himself until only the tip of Marcus' shaft was still inside him, then lowered himself in a tormenting slow pace. His buttocks now pressed against the ranger's soft, sweaty skin. His hands had a firm grip on Marcus' buckling hips.

The sensation was almost too much for Marcus and he had to force himself not to cry out of pleasure. His eyes couldn't tear away from Neroon who raised himself once more, increasing the speed with which he was riding him. Bucking underneath the Minbari, Marcus felt how Neroon squeezed his balls. The ranger arched against Neroon, begging him for release and in a fit of passion he took hold of Neroon's erection, stroking it wildly. Inside their minds their lust and pleasure mingled. Thrusting hard into Neroon, Marcus felt hot white flames moving through his body as he climaxed while inside Neroon.

Feeling the warm liquid filling him, the warrior couldn't hold back any longer. Marcus was still stroking his shaft and Neroon watched how his semen shot onto Marcus' belly. The ranger was jerking underneath him and Neroon burned the image of his lover into his mind. This passionate human was truly his match.

Spasms of ecstasy were raging through Marcus' body as he felt Neroon's semen on his hot skin, knowing the Minbari had come as well. Never before had he felt pleasure like this and intense aftershocks of his orgasm were still coursing through his warm body. Feeling his own erection disappear, he felt abandoned as Neroon moved off him. He pulled the Minbari close to him and while watching each other's eyes, they rested in silence.

"You truly are exquisite, Marcus. I love you..."

The ranger trembled, still recovering from their lovemaking. Brushing Neroon's lips with his own, he wrapped his legs around Neroon's waist. Laying his head on Neroon's chest, he sighed, feeling how exhausted he was. But there was one more thing to say; one more thing to do. Locking eyes with Neroon, he spoke words he knew were true.

"I want to be with you, Neroon. You pledged yourself to me. Danzi told me that I wasn't bound to you as long as I didn't make the same commitment. I want to say the words that pledge me to you..."

Neroon never expected this and looked inquisitively at Marcus. "Are you sure? Do you know the importance of that oath? "

" I do… help me speak those words?"

Neroon sighed, feeling the determination in Marcus' mind. No matter what he was going to say, Marcus wasn't going to change his mind. He recited the pledge for Marcus.

The ranger listened and memorized the lines. His voice was steady as he finally spoke them, looking Neroon in the eye. "I promise that I will stay with you as long as you need me, or want me to stay. I love you and by speaking these words I commit myself to you. I will never hurt you and I will respect your decisions. I extend my protection to you and will keep you safe. From one warrior to another." Running his slightly trembling fingers over Neroon's bruised lips, he knew he'd made the right decision.

Danzi was struggling to reach a decision. He had just gotten word from Shahaam that Shakiri had left Minbar. His probable destination: Babylon 5. Now the young warrior had to tell Neroon that Shakiri himself was going after Delenn. Normally, Danzi wouldn't mind disturbing his Alit, but he knew that Neroon was with the ranger and the last thing Danzi wanted was to crash into some intimate scene. Knocking on the wooden door, he waited for an answer. Neroon sounded somewhat irritated as he answered.

"What is it?"

"Alit, it's me. I have news concerning Shakiri. It's rather important."

Inside his private chambers Neroon couldn't suppress a curse. Marcus had slipped into sleep after their sexual exchange and the warrior knew the ranger needed to recuperate. Unwrapping Marcus' arms from his waist, Neroon threw his cloak over the robe. As he opened the door, Danzi took some steps back and Neroon closed the door behind him. "Tell me, Danzi."
The young warrior eyed his Alit. Neroon seemed somewhat tired, but there was also a smirk on his face. "We've gotten word that Shakiri has left Minbar. His set destination is thought to be Babylon 5. Shahaam wanted you to know that he believes that Shakiri is going after Delenn himself."

The warrior inside Neroon took charge. "Does he have a head start?"

"Our latest information confirms that Shakiri has a lead of 1 hour."

"Prepare the Ingata. I want to depart in one hour at latest. Ask Doctor Franklin if he wants to return with us and send a message to Delenn's aide Lennier that Shakiri is after her."

Danzi nodded and left to carry out Neroon's instructions. Now that the Alit was leaving again, he was going to be in charge of the household with Shahaam as his advisor. He needed to know all defences were in place, should this turn out to be a trap.

Neroon returned to his room finding Marcus awake, sitting up on the platform. There was a confused expression on his face. Neroon gasped as he saw the remnants of ecstasy in the ranger's eyes. He had to force himself to address the urgent issue. "Marcus, I got news from Shakiri. He is on his way to Babylon 5. I think he wants to kill Delenn now that I.betrayed him by letting her live."

"Neroon." Marcus placed his hand on the Minbari's chest and felt the turmoil in Neroon's mind. "We've to stop him. I hope you weren’t planning on asking me to stay behind. I want to go with you. I need to; I'm a ranger and although I'm hardly able to defend myself in my current state I need to know that I did everything within my power to protect Delenn."

That was what Neroon had been afraid off. Marcus was going to insist on tagging along. "Then promise me to be careful. Shakiri will not hesitate to get to you as well, should he be given that chance."

"I'll stay close to you, if that sets your mind at rest."

Marcus was grinning and Neroon had the distinct impression that the ranger was up to something. But there was no time to find out. "Get ready to leave. The Ingata will take us to Babylon 5 and I want to leave as quickly as possible."

"I understand." Marcus searched the room for his ranger uniform and as he walked to the bathroom he picked up the several pieces of clothing.

Neroon put on his uniform and left his chambers to go to his study.

Inside the bathroom, Marcus was struggling with his clothes after having taken a quick shower. If only that arm wasn't broken! The ribs didn't ache that much anymore and he knew that they were healing nicely. He was tempted to rip the sling apart. He couldn't get the damn thing properly in place. A knock on the door distracted him.

"Neroon!" Stephen Franklin rushed down the corridor as he saw Neroon turn around the corner. He almost bumped into the warrior as Neroon halted to wait for the doctor to catch up with him. "Is what Danzi told me true? Is Shakiri going after Delenn?"

"It would appear so. I'm determined to get to Shakiri before he does any damage. Do you want to accompany us to Babylon 5?"

Us? The doctor watched Neroon carefully and realized that the Minbari was calm in spite of the threat. There was a sparkle in Neroon's eyes that had not been there before. Stephen knew instinctively what must have happened and couldn't help flashing a grin. "Yes, count me in. By the way, I've been searching for Marcus, do you know where he is?"

Neroon returned the grin and pointed to the door of his private chambers. He hoped Marcus had managed to put on some clothes, otherwise the doctor would be in for a surprise.

The doctor nodded and walked over to the door and knocked. He watched Neroon leave and was curious what had happened. Perhaps he could get squeeze some information out of the ranger.

The door opened and Marcus stepped out into the corridor. Stephen studied his friend's expression and couldn't help smirking. The ranger's face was flustered and Stephen swore there was a hickey on Marcus' throat. Well, Stephen didn't have to worry any longer about Marcus not accepting his feelings for Neroon. "You messed up the sling, Cole." Franklin straightened out the sling and felt how damp the bandages were. "I'll change them later. First we need to get to that Minbari War cruiser. I have the impression that Neroon is in a hurry."

"Don't worry, Stephen. Neroon isn't going to leave without me." Marcus felt his blush deepen and as he looked at Stephen they exchanged a glance of understanding.

Stephen patted Marcus on the shoulder. "Come, we better get going."

For both Marcus and Stephen was it the first time that they were standing on the bridge of a Minbari War cruiser. The Ingata had a complete crew aboard and Neroon was overlooking the proceedings with extreme care. Marcus was having second doubts about insisting on accompanying Neroon to Babylon 5. He wasn't completely sure he was prepared to face all his friends yet. Although he had received a message from Susan before they left Minbar, he felt uncomfortable. Susan had been smiling as she told him that she hoped that he was going to be happy with Neroon and that she had met someone else as well. There was no need for him to feel guilty. That had been the underlying message. Marcus had always been apt at reading between the lines. He wasn't afraid of facing Susan, he was more uncomfortable with the idea of facing Delenn for obvious reasons. He would have to do a lot of explaining and then there was that other issue he would have to address. Pushing that thought back he concentrated on the Warrior Caste language, trying to make some sense of it.

"Marcus, doctor, why don't you get some rest? It will take us at least 12 more hours to get to Babylon 5 and I'm sure Marcus can show you how to rig one of the platforms."

"Was that an attempt at being funny, Neroon? You know darn well that I haven't slept properly these last two nights."

"Come along, Stephen. I will help you get the thing horizontal." Marcus pulled Franklin along. Stephen was muttering the entire way to the sleeping quarters.

"Damn Minbari sense of humour… platforms… tempting death… "

The smirk was genuine on Marcus' face as he led the doctor into the sleeping quarters. He felt Stephen's eyes on him as he wedged the towel into the mechanism to rig the platform.

Hesitantly, not believing he could be this lucky, Stephen lay down and sighed as he stretched his body.

Marcus watched amused how his friend fell asleep within seconds. The ranger decided to rig his own platform as well. The ribs hurt a lot less, resting this way. Still a bit tired from his 'morning workout', Marcus rested his body on the platform and closed his eyes.

Lennier sighed as he realized that the meditation wasn't working. Ever since Neroon had sent him a message that Shakiri was on his way to Babylon 5, he felt restless. Delenn had remained calm as he told her. John Sheridan who had also been present had risen to his feet, assuring Delenn that security would be tightened and that he would protect her. Lennier knew that the Captain had no idea how elusive and resourceful Shakiri could be if his mind was set on achieving his goal.

"Delenn, I promise you that we'll take all necessary precautions to make sure he won't get close to you."

" John, thank you. I'm sure I'm safe." Delenn looked uncomfortably at John. There was something else she had to tell him and she had no idea how he was going to react to that news. "Neroon sent me the warning. He also told me that he was going to ensure my safety himself by taking out Shakiri. Marcus and Doctor Franklin are accompanying him. They will arrive in a couple of hours."

"That bastard's coming here? I still don't understand how you and Susan could go along with the idea of him taking care of Marcus. The ranger should press charges to put Neroon into prison."

"John, you don't know the entire story. There are things even I don't understand, but we should listen to him. Doctor Franklin assured me that Marcus is staying with Neroon out of his free will. We have no right to judge anyone before we heard their side of the story."

Sheridan knew Delenn was right, but he considered Marcus Cole not only a crewmember he was responsible for, but also a friend. He was determined to keep a close eye on Neroon the moment the Minbari arrived.

"Marcus, time to wake up. It is your turn to take over the bridge."

The ranger woke at once. It took him some time to process Neroon's words. The warrior was standing in the doorway, an amused smile on his face. "Me? Take over the bridge?" Marcus wondered if he had heard correctly.

"As my Kirmana you are my second in command. You had better get some command experience. Should something happen to me, you will have to take over."

That part had slipped Marcus' mind and he got up from his platform. He was really uncomfortable with the idea of taking over command of the Ingata. Would the Minbari warriors follow his orders? Did they understand the Minbari he spoke? Marcus still hadn't had the time to learn the Warrior Caste language.

Self-doubt was plainly written on his face and it made Neroon smile. He knew Marcus would be good leader. "They're waiting..." Neroon stretched on a tilted platform and closed his eyes, not willing to discuss his order any longer with Marcus.

The ranger had no other choice as to get moving. He wasn't sure he was suited for commanding a Minbari War Cruiser.

As he set foot on the bridge he watched the crew to see their reaction to the fact that a human was in command now. The only reaction he got was the crew lowering their eyes briefly as a gesture of respect. Relaxing a little, Marcus took the seat in the middle of the room and realized that he had no idea what to do. The ranger was relieved as he heard a warrior address him in a form of Minbari he knew and he had no problem answering him. He hoped this would be a smooth trip.

(3)

Delenn, Lennier and John Sheridan were waiting for the shuttle to dock. Neroon had informed them that the Ingata would hold its position close to Babylon 5. Delenn wasn't sure about her feelings now she was going to face Neroon. Stephen Franklin had informed her earlier on that Marcus had regained his eyesight and was making a rapid recovery. She had been pleased to hear this, but the news concerning the drugs found in Neroon's blood made her nervous. Shakiri was prepared to risk it all and would stop at nothing.

"Now John, you promised to stay calm when Neroon comes aboard. A pity that Susan couldn't be here."

"The accident in cargo bay was major, but she's handling it perfectly."

Delenn looked towards the opening doors and felt relieved as she spotted Marcus. He seemed to be discussing something with Franklin who looked a bit tired. A sling supported the ranger’s right arm and although he looked pale and too thin, there was a sparkle in his eyes. Delenn sighed. Marcus seemed to be all right. Her eyes caught sight of Neroon who was walking behind the two humans, seemingly lost in thought. Delenn was baffled as she saw the different expression on Neroon's face. The madness was gone and the Neroon she had always known was suddenly looking back at her.

Stephen Franklin greeted his friends and excused himself. He was desperate for a shower and a decent bed. Sheridan smiled, remembering his own experience with those tilted beds. He hated the stupid platforms. As Stephen walked away from the group, Delenn and Lennier bowed slightly returning Neroon's gesture.

Marcus tried to bow as well, but his bruised ribs protested quite firmly. An awkward silence hung between them.

It was Delenn who spoke first. "Marcus, it is good to see you doing this well. We were worried."

"Yes, we were." Sheridan extended his hand and Marcus accepted it, grinning weakly.

The ranger still felt apprehensive about returning to Babylon 5. He knew that quite a number of people were aware of the fact that Neroon had stalked him. He sensed Neroon's uncertainty and took a step back to stand next to the warrior.

Delenn noticed the movement and saw how close the two men were standing. It told her Marcus trusted the warrior. She decided she had faith in the ranger's judgement and bowed slightly to Neroon.

The warrior answered the gesture in a similar fashion.

"Neroon."

"Entil'Zha, Lennier, Captain." Neroon observed the expression on each face and reached the conclusion that John Sheridan was the angriest of the three, something that surprised him. Marcus was a ranger, not an Earth force officer.

"Neroon, I think we need to talk." Delenn's voice was neutral as she addressed the warrior. Lennier wanted to follow Delenn and Neroon, but she stopped him. "I want to talk to Neroon in private."

Sheridan didn't like the idea of Delenn being alone with the warrior, but the look in her eyes stopped him from making a comment. He knew how stubborn Delenn could be and decided to alert security to have Neroon watched.

As the two Minbari walked away, Marcus began to feel uncomfortable under Lennier's stare. The ranger remembered how Lennier had knocked him out cold when he was trying to take his own life to escape Neroon's destructive infatuation. He had never thanked Lennier for being a friend when he needed one. "Lennier, I never got a chance to thank you when… I mean, I… "

Lennier interrupted the ranger, knowing what Marcus was about to say. The Captain didn't know of the suicide attempt and Lennier decided that the issue was so personal that Sheridan didn't need to know. "There is no need to thank me, Marcus. I am very glad to see you in good health and it pleases me that you can see again."

Marcus was surprised to feel Lennier's hand on his shoulder. It was the first time that ever Lennier had touched him.

"Yes, why didn't you tell us you were blind? You have a lot of friends on this station, you must know that."

"I wasn't thinking rationally at that time, Captain. But it's good to know I have friends here." Marcus was touched by the welcome. He did however notice the inquisitive expression on Sheridan's face. "Captain? Is there something you want to ask me?"

John Sheridan wasn't sure if he should ask Marcus what had happened. Delenn had been reluctant to share any information; telling him it was something personal between Neroon and Marcus. But Sheridan had to know. "Is Neroon forcing you to stay with him?"

Shaking his head, Marcus looked at the Captain. "No, I'm staying with him out of my own free will... You'll find out sooner or later anyway. It might be better if I'm the one to tell you what really happened these last weeks." He didn't look forward to going through the entire thing again, but both Lennier and the Captain deserved to know the truth. "Shakiri slipped Neroon LSD and Rophynol without him knowing about it…"

Delenn had been listening to Neroon and finally understood what really had transpired. She didn't think that Shakiri would prove to be that dangerous, but she realized why Neroon was concerned for her life. How ironic, Neroon was stopped by Marcus when he wanted to kill me and now Shakiri will find Neroon blocking his way. "Did I understand you correctly? You named Marcus your Kirmana and he accepted that position?"

"Yes."

Thinking about all kind of possible implications concerning that decision, Delenn had to admit that she had misjudged Neroon. To extend such an honor to a human would set certain things in motion. It could bring the two races closer to each other. "Do you love Marcus?"

Neroon looked her in the eye as he answered that question. "With all my heart."

"I must admit I never expected you to confess a love for a human this openly. I think you made a wise choice; Marcus is special in his own way. He's very dear to me and I want to see him happy."

"So do I. That's why I have to get to Shakiri as quickly as possible."

"You have my permission to do anything you consider necessary to return Shakiri to the Warrior Council to stand trial for his crimes."

"Thank you, Delenn." Neroon was about to leave as he looked at Delenn once more."These humans are a strange people. I never thought I could feel this deeply for one of them. I judged you in the past for being attracted to John Sheridan. I know I was wrong now."

Delenn accepted the apology and nodded her approval. "Neroon, you have come a long way since we met in the Grey Council. I admire your courage."

Nervously, Marcus pressed the doorchime. After he'd informed Lennier and the Captain of what had really occurred he'd excused himself. He had to face Susan Ivanova before he lost his nerve. The door opened and hesitantly he stepped inside. He didn't expect to be greeted by an unknown woman, sitting comfortably on Susan's couch. "Sorry, I thought these were Commander Ivanova's quarters."

"They are. I'm Sacha… you must be Marcus. Susan told me about you."

The surprise was evident on his face as he heard her words.

"The ranger uniform and your green eyes gave you away. Susan described you to me." Sacha beckoned him to come closer and offered him some coffee.

"No thank you. Never liked the brew." His thoughts were swirling. This woman was wearing an Earth force uniform and appeared to feel very much at home in Susan's quarters. He remembered Stephen telling him that Susan had been in love with a woman before he made it to the station. A certain suspicion crept into his mind.

"I'm sorry, but I have never seen you before." Marcus sat down opposite of her and studied her. She was quite attractive and had long unruly hair tumbling down her back. The brown eyes seemed kind, but curious.

"I'm Sacha Harris. When Lt. Corwin was injured I was called in to help out in C&C. That's probably why you don't know me. You want to talk to Susan I guess?"

"Yes. She isn't in, I assume?"

"There was an emergency. I do expect her home any moment. Is there anything else I can offer you as a refreshment?"

"Some tea would be nice."

Sacha got to her feet and made her way to the kitchen. Marcus was busy sorting out what was going on here. His instincts were telling him that Susan had found a new love. He was relieved. If that was the truth it would make his task a lot easier. Sacha placed the cup of tea on the table and both looked up as the door opened.

Susan Ivanova didn't expect to find Marcus Cole sitting on her couch talking to Sacha. Susan knew that Marcus was on his way to Babylon 5, but hadn't been informed of his arrival. She was momentarily taken aback until she got a grip on reality once more. "Marcus, I'm so glad you're back." In a very uncharacteristic way for Susan Ivanova she hugged him as he got to his feet. She noticed the soft hiss of pain as she embraced him too tightly. Letting go of him she stepped back and regarded the sling critically. "Are you wounded?"

"Some bruised ribs and a broken arm, nothing that won't heal in time."

They stared at each other and hardly noticed how Sacha disappeared into the bedroom.

"I was so worried Marcus. You looked awful when we found you in that cell."

Embarrassed, Marcus sat down again. Susan sat down next to him. " I… a lot of things happened lately, Susan and I want to thank you for being there when I needed you."

Their eyes finally met and Susan saw the restlessness in those green orbs, mixed with something she couldn't identify. "But you're getting better, that's the only thing that matters." Susan wasn't sure about the next question, but she had to ask. "So I take it you and Neroon worked things out?"

"Yes. It took us some time. Susan, he wasn't himself when he was stalking me. A Minbari warrior drugged him and now that Minbari, Shai Alit Shakiri, is after Delenn. That's why Neroon and I came here; to stop Shakiri."

"Marcus. Don't worry. I'm not judging you, nor am I angry with you." She took his hand and felt how cold and clammy it was. Marcus was nervous.

"I've chosen to be with Neroon. I think you were right. I knew I was attracted to him, but didn't want to accept that. I'm sorry if I hurt you in the process."

"You didn't Marcus. You helped me getting in touch with my own heart."

"I did?" Marcus couldn't believe she was this understanding. He wondered about Sacha and had to put the question to Susan. "You and Sacha...?"

"Yes."

Marcus sighed and her fingers curled around his. He'd been so afraid of this confrontation. "Can we still be friends? I would like that."

"Of course, Marcus. We'll always be friends."

Walking the corridors of Babylon 5 once more made Marcus aware of the fact how much he'd changed during these last weeks. Although he was once again wearing his ranger uniform he didn't feel entirely comfortable in it. He couldn't identify the strange feeling in the pit of his stomach, but knew that he missed Neroon's company. There was one more person he had to talk to: Delenn, and he wasn't sure what he wanted to get out of that conversation.

Delenn wasn't surprised to see the ranger enter her quarters after the door chime had chirped. She asked Lennier to make them some tea and noticed the distant look in Marcus' eyes as they sat down. She wanted to make it a little easier on Marcus. "Neroon told me about Shakiri's scheming. I'm sorry you were a pawn in his game. I apologize for my people."

Marcus remained quiet, gazing at Delenn. He had a request to make and was a bit apprehensive. "No need to apologize, Delenn. There are black sheep in all races." He smiled weakly.

"What is troubling you, Marcus?" Delenn leaned forward and took his hand. She felt the need to comfort Marcus. The ranger had been willing to die for her when he faced Neroon during Denn-Sha. She wanted to help him any way she could.

"Some weeks ago you offered me a position at the training centre on Minbar. I would like to fill that vacancy… that's if you haven't found anyone else yet."

This wasn't something she had expected. "Why, Marcus? When I asked you some weeks ago you weren't interested in the least."

"So many things have changed.... For the first time since William died I feel like I belong with someone and I don't want to give that up."

"Neroon. He means quite a lot to you, doesn't he?" Delenn was surprised to learn how deep the connection between them had become. Marcus nodded and Delenn spoke her thoughts out loud. "I have often worried about you, Marcus. I felt you cared too little for your life. The way you were prepared to lay your life down when you invoked Denn'Sha told me a lot about you. I want you to live; to have a purpose in life. If Neroon can provide you with that purpose I will not stand in its way. If you really want to change your life and be with him, you have my blessing. Once you're fully healed you can take up your work at the Training Facility, though you will be missed here on Babylon 5. "

"Thank you, Delenn." Marcus felt the sympathy inside Delenn and forced himself to get out of her mind. It hadn't been his intention to look at her thoughts. Shahaam would have to give some more lessons. Now that the matter was settled, he sipped from his tea and Delenn began to tell him what he had happened during his absence. A burst of pain caused him to suddenly double over, dropping the cup on the carpet.

"Marcus? What's wrong?"

The ranger felt the pain subdue and struggled for breath. He knew the pain wasn't his. "Something happened to Neroon.... I've got to help him." He staggered to his feet and then ran out of the room. Lennier, who came to check if anything was wrong, was almost knocked off his feet as Marcus passed him.

"Go after him, Lennier. I will call John. Do not leave him alone."

Lennier didn't waste any more time and followed Marcus who was running down the corridor.

Neroon had no trouble locating the maintenance tunnel in which Marcus had challenged him to Denn-Sha. As he stepped into the tunnel, he was reminded immediately of the damp atmosphere down here. Walking slowly he managed to recapture their fight in his memory. The ranger had put up quite some resistance and Neroon remembered vividly how Marcus had approached him; telling him he was a ranger and that they lived and died for the One. Even then, Neroon had sensed the sincerity in the ranger's words. Neroon remembered effortlessly breaking one of the ranger's ribs, then a second and in the end he had broken three of them. The ranger had staggered on his feet at that point and had dropped to the floor; pike falling from his hands. An urgent need to know the ranger's motivation to invoke Denn-Sha had consumed him as he'd questioned the ranger.

Marcus' answer still lingered in his mind. For her; we live for the One, we die for the One: Entil'Zha veni, in Valen's name. That sentence had been his death. A part of him had died hearing those words. A human had proved to be more of a Minbari as he was and the rightness of his cause had disappeared. He hadn't been able to strike that fatal blow and had left the room without giving a second look to the severely wounded ranger.

"Marcus." He sat down on his heel and mumbled the ranger's name. In his mind he still saw dried blood on the floor. I left you here to die. Neroon remembered the confrontation he'd had with Delenn, where he'd thrown the blood-covered pike at her feet. Neroon was lost in thought and didn't hear the footsteps closing in on him. His inner alarms suddenly went off as he realized that he wasn't alone in the tunnel. Trying to get back to his feet as quickly as possible, he turned around to see who was here with him.

"You sentimental fool!"

Neroon saw Shakiri's contorted grin and felt the impact of a blow to his head. A stabbing pain ran through him as he fell to his knees. Marcus... Shakiri is here!

Neroon knew there was only a small chance that the ranger would hear him, but he had to try. A moment later he felt a second blow to his head and he was no longer able to remain conscious. As he slipped into darkness, he hoped Marcus had received his warning.

Marcus was running in blind panic. Then the second blow rocked him off his feet and he had to steady himself, reaching out for the wall. Neroon, hold on. Marcus wasn't thinking rationally or he would have known that he needed reinforcements if he was going to be any kind of help to Neroon. He didn't even realize that Lennier was following him and it was only when arms kept him from dropping to the floor that he noticed Lennier's presence. Lennier tried to appear as calm as always, but there was a nervous expression in his eyes.

"Lennier... It's Shakiri. He has taken Neroon. We've got to move quickly."

"Marcus, how do you know this?"

"Because I'm a bloody telepath, Lennier. I don't have the time to explain all this to you. We need to get moving." Not getting any more messages from Neroon, the ranger knew that the warrior must have passed out. He freed himself from Lennier's hands and began to run again, ignoring the sharp pain in his chest caused by the bruised ribs. Marcus knew where to find Neroon and heard Lennier come after him.

The ranger slowed down as they approached the maintenance tunnel. Although he was afraid for Neroon's life, Marcus realized he had to think before he acted. He had no idea if Shakiri was alone and he hated running into an ambush. Leaning against the wall he fought hard to regain his breath. Damn, he was in no condition to be running down corridors and now he was thinking of taking on a Minbari warrior!

"Marcus, we cannot do this on our own. Please wait and let me get some reinforcements in here."

"I can't wait, Lennier. I can't risk Neroon getting killed by this madman."

Lennier knew from previous experiences that if the ranger was in this kind of mood he couldn't be argued with. Marcus was going to do this his way. Lennier decided that the most sensible thing to do was to stay with the ranger and see if he could be of any help.

Marcus unfastened the pike from his belt and cursed. There was only one thing he had never mastered during his ranger training and that was single-handed pike fighting. He peered around the corner and saw Neroon lying unconscious on the floor. Hearing a voice, he risked another look and saw a Minbari standing in the tunnel. Shakiri was muttering to the unconscious warrior. Marcus couldn't help trembling as he recognised Shakiri's voice. He called me a whore once. the bastard.

Rage filled the ranger. Remembering all the lessons his teachers had taught him about combat situations, he made a decision. Finally able to calm down he saw the wisdom in Lennier's offer to get help. "All right, Lennier. You win. I want you to get some help. Just don't take too long."

"No, I am not going to leave you. You will get yourself into trouble; you are wounded."

Marcus sighed as he realized that Lennier was going to argue over this. "Lennier, I have no time to discuss this with you. Get going!"

The Minbari hesitated, unwilling to leave the ranger behind.

"Lennier. For once do as I tell you, please."

Making his decision the Minbari hurried down the corridor.

Marcus watched him until he was out of sight, then stepped into the tunnel. His heart pounded madly and the adrenaline was rushing through his veins. "Shakiri." The warrior turned to face him as the ranger called out the name. It was a strange feeling to be able to see the Minbari responsible for all the misery he had been through. Anger was building inside him; a blinding rage that could be his undoing if he wasn't careful.

"Ah, the whore."

The words infuriated Marcus even more and he had to use all his discipline not to do something stupid. Shakiri was only waiting for him to make a mistake. "Let Neroon go."

"The traitor? No, he will be punished for betraying me the way he did." Shakiri felt comfortable now he saw that the ranger was alone. An easy target to demolish, but first he would play a little with the human.

Marcus felt coldness creep into his mind as he realized that he had picked up Shakiri's thoughts. The ranger raised his mental shields as fast as he could. Reading Shakiri's made him feel tainted. "You're the traitor here," Marcus stated. Come on, Lennier. What the hell's taking you this long? Marcus tried to stall, but knew that Shakiri would call his bluff in the end.

"I once asked him why he was this interested in you. Do you know what his answer was? Because you were a thrill in bed. He even offered to let me try you myself."

No, that's a lie! He's trying to get to me; to manipulate. "You insulted me by calling me a whore. It's my right to invoke Denn-Sha."

"Denn-Sha? You would challenge me?" Shakiri uncovered his fighting pike and opened it. "There's something I've wanted to do for a very long time; I want to see you die. For you, there will be no quick and merciful death. No, I will make you suffer first. Soon, you will be begging me to kill you and put you out of your misery," Shakiri hissed.

The ranger knew that Shakiri was trying to frighten him off and Marcus was embarrassed to admit that it was working. The venom in Shakiri's voice made him tremble. Fear; his teachers had told him that fear could be a friend. It kept you alert and perhaps even alive. Marcus opened his own pike. The two men started to circle each other. Marcus glanced one last time at Neroon before fully concentrating on his opponent. Neroon was still unconscious.

"I will kill you," Shakiri said with certainty.

The words were filled with hate and arrogance. Marcus refrained from answering. He had to concentrate. Taking a step back from Shakiri, he eyed the Minbari. Marcus pulled his arm out of the sling and tried to use the limb while fighting. Shakiri dealt the first blow, aiming at his head. The ranger cringed as his arm throbbed with pain. Blocking the pain, Marcus raised his pike in a sharp attack, but found that the Minbari anticipated his blow and deflected it easily. The moment the fight began the ranger knew that he had no chance defeating Shakiri, but he would die trying. Lowering his pike he tried to sweep Shakiri's feet away from underneath him and tried not to feel too victorious as the Minbari went down to his knees. Shakiri retaliated and let his pike come down on the ranger's injured arm. Marcus couldn't repress a muffled cry as he felt the impact, crushing the brittle bone. He heard it snap. Stepping back, Marcus created some distance and then tried to get behind Shakiri.

But the warrior had been fighting for too many cycles to be fooled by such a move. Shakiri aimed at the ranger's legs.

Marcus --off balance-- fell hard to the floor. He managed to avoid landing on his broken arm, but his ribs hurt even more as he hit the floor.

Shakiri was immediately back on his feet. With one more blow Shakiri managed to disarm the ranger. The pike made a metallic sound as it fell to the floor. Shakiri had won.

A sharp pain that stabbed his right arm, made Neroon return to consciousness. He forced himself to open his eyes and needed some seconds to take in the situation at hand. Marcus was trying to defend himself against Shakiri's vigorous attack. The ranger fell hard to the floor and Shakiri, not wasting any time, moved in for the kill. Marcus' pike fell to the floor and rolled until it stopped in front of Neroon. Not wasting precious seconds, Neroon struggled to his feet. An awful headache seemed to split his head in two, but he managed to shake off the pain.

"It is time to die, human," Shakiri said smugly.

Marcus closed his eyes, sending a prayer to whatever god was listening not to judge his soul too harshly.

Hearing the Shai Alit's words, Neroon realized that Shakiri was going to kill his lover. Focusing on Marcus, Neroon saw the closed eyes and knew Marcus was prepared to die. He wouldn't allow that; he had sworn to protect the ranger and that was what he intended to do. Raising his pike, he moved quickly and blocked the blow that would have crushed Marcus' skull. "I do not think so, Shakiri. Never underestimate me. You made that mistake before."

Marcus expected to die, feeling the shift in the air as Shakiri was about to strike that fatal blow. He didn't expect to hear the sound of metal crashing on metal and opened his eyes. His eyes were big as the ranger realized that Neroon was towering over him, pike raised deflecting Shakiri's blow.

"You will die first, Neroon. Or perhaps I will have you watch your whore die first, before I end your life."

"You will find that I am harder to beat than a wounded human."

Shakiri and Neroon eyed each other. Marcus felt how Neroon pulled him out of the danger zone. The ranger rested his back against the wall, watching the two Minbari study each other. A wave of pain moved through his arm. Supporting it with his other arm, Marcus looked at it. His eyes widened as he saw the blood on the bandage and the white piece of bone sticking out of his arm. This is definitely not good. Trying to move as little as possible, he watched Neroon and Shakiri fight. There was nothing he could do to help and Marcus wondered where the hell Lennier was.

Lennier was getting desperate. He'd been running for some time now without encountering anyone. The Minbari had never been more relieved to hear voices in the distance.

"Captain, I tell you, there was this weird cult and their leader looked like Freddy Kruger; not that you would know that movie for you never watch cult vids like that."

"Michael, I see nothing that proves your story. There was so much going on that day."

Lennier was relieved as he recognized those voices. At the top of his lungs he called the two men, standing near the elevator. "Captain, Mr Garibaldi… "

"Lennier? What are you doing here?" Michael Garibaldi and John Sheridan exchanged a glance. They had come down here to look into the Chief's statement that a strange cult was hiding in Grey 17, but there had been no traces so far. The last person they expected to encounter down here was a very upset looking Lennier.

"It is Shakiri; he has got Neroon and Marcus wants to take him on by his own."

"That sounds like our ranger alright." Garibaldi uncovered his PPG and made sure it was ready to fire.

The Minbari was staring at them.

"Well, what are you waiting for, Lennier? Get moving!"

Lennier shook off his stupor and led the two men through the tunnels.

The Chief called for back up and Zack Allen answered the call. Sheridan's fingers were itching to have a shot at the Minbari who had the nerve to threaten Delenn.

Caught up in the fight, Neroon didn't notice how Shakiri's second in command, Dannier, arrived at the scene. The younger warrior who had accompanied his Shai Alit immediately opened his pike and closed in on Neroon. Marcus, however, did see Dannier and realized that the Minbari was a potential danger to Neroon.

The ranger was thinking of a way to stop Dannier. The Minbari was quite close and the only thing Marcus could think of was to roll over the floor, sweeping Dannier off his feet. The ranger crashed into the wall, but the pain was worth it when he saw Dannier lose his balance and follow him down. Trying to catch his breath, Marcus cursed as he saw how Dannier managed to get to his feet again.

From the corner of his eye Neroon watched Marcus sweep Dannier off his feet and knew he had to end this fight quickly. He had established Shakiri's weak spot and aimed for Shakiri's right side. The pike hit its target and Shakiri dropped to the floor. After making sure the Shai Alit was indeed unconscious, Neroon moved to Dannier who was threatening the ranger, but Neroon realized the distance was too far to cover in time to prevent Dannier from dealing a blow to Marcus' head.

Marcus' eyes locked with Neroon's. The ranger felt Neroon's concern and was desperately trying to get away from Dannier, but the ribs and broken arm made him slow to move. Damn, now it's not Shakiri who is going to kill me, but another crazed Minbari.

A flash of a PPG shot through the dark tunnel and Marcus was stunned to see Dannier drop to his feet. The ranger felt the heat of the PPG beam as it cut down the Minbari. Marcus tracked down the origin of the PPG beam and couldn't believe his eyes as he saw Mr Garibaldi and the Captain make their way into the tunnel. It was the Chief who had shot Dannier and had saved his life. Supporting his fractured arm, he sighed as Neroon knelt beside him.

John Sheridan moved over to check on Marcus while Garibaldi and the now arriving security guards took care of Shakiri and Dannier. It didn't take John long to realize that they needed to get Marcus to Medlab. The fractured arm was bleeding profusely and the exposed bone made John shiver momentarily. Using his hand communicator he called a med team. Franklin answered him and assured him that he was on his way.

"That doesn't look good, Marcus." The Captain wasn't sure if he should attempt to stop the bleeding or not and watched how Neroon tore a piece of his cloak to wrap it around Marcus' arm. The ranger cringed while Neroon applied the improvised bandage. Observing the warrior, Sheridan saw some blood running down Neroon's head. He didn't expect to see Marcus grip Neroon's hand tightly and hold on to it.

"We showed him, didn't we?"

"Yes, we did, Marcus. But it was unwise of you to challenge Shakiri to Denn-Sha. You knew you couldn't beat him."

"That didn't stop me the first time either."

"You are the only human I know who survived Denn-Sha not once, but twice, Marcus."

Biting on his lip Marcus tried to block the pain, but to no avail. It was hard to ignore the fact that there was a piece of bone sticking out of his arm. Shifting his glance from Neroon to the Captain, he saw the somewhat stunned look on Sheridan's face. The Captain was looking at Neroon's fingers, caressing those of the ranger. Marcus wished the med team had already arrived; the pain was bad.

"Marcus? What kind of trouble did you get yourself into this time? Neroon, you're bleeding as well," Stephen said concerned.

"It is nothing. You should have a look at Marcus' arm."

Neroon moved out of Franklin's way who immediately began to unwrap the cloth from Marcus' arm. The ranger sucked in his breath as Stephen probed the extent of the injury. The expression on the doctor's face was grave as he saw the exposed bone. "You did it this time, Marcus. I'll have to operate on that arm. The scan shows that the arm isn't just broken, the bone has been crushed." Applying a hypo spray first to lessen the pain, Franklin took some surgical clean bandages and bandaged the arm. He beckoned one of his assistants to bring a gurney.

"I can walk, Stephen. "

"No way, Marcus. You lost quite some blood. Just hold on and support that arm as well as you can."

"Listen to the doctor, Marcus."

The ranger looked like he was going to argue with the doctor, but Neroon's words shut him up.

Not hiding his smile Neroon remained at Marcus' side until they reached Medlab.

They were separated when Marcus was wheeled into the operating theatre. Marcus was relieved to see Stephen's face amidst the people who were wearing surgical masks.

The doctor was fastening his own as he approached the ranger. "I'm going to put you to sleep now, Marcus."

"Well, at least this exam bed's horizontal so I will be able to get some sleep."

The grin on Marcus' face faded as Stephen gave him the pre-med injection.

"It is nothing! I do not need medical attention!" Neroon brushed Doctor Hobbes' hands away as she tried to examine the bleeding head wound. He was about to find out that she didn't give up that easily.

Doctor Hobbes had treated a lot of difficult patients --like a certain Marcus Cole -- and wasn't easily impressed. "Keep still and let me do my job."

Delenn and Lennier chose that moment to enter Medlab. The Ambassador had just learned what had transpired. She was very concerned to hear that both men had been injured while capturing Shakiri. "Neroon, you're bleeding. The doctor has to take a look at it. Let her do her work."

The warrior grimaced at Delenn's words. Trying to get to his feet, Neroon staggered as a wave of dizziness almost swept him off his feet, forcing him to sit down again on the exam bed. He didn't like Delenn's amused smile as his weakness showed.

"How is Marcus? I heard that he was injured as well?" Delenn inquired concerned.

Neroon tried hard not to worry too much about the ranger. He knew that Marcus was in very capable hands. The one thing the warrior did miss was having Marcus inside his mind. He missed the ranger.

"Yes. Marcus invoked Denn-Sha once more. I never heard of a human or ranger to survive two such fights. Silly human, he knew he didn't stand a chance against Shakiri and yet..."

"Neroon, he challenged you knowing he wasn't likely to survive that fight as well. That's Marcus… "

The warrior grew quiet as he remembered that he had just been in time to block Shakiri's blow and thus keep the ranger from being killed. He remembered Delenn's question and forced himself to answer her. "He is in surgery at the moment. Shakiri did not hold back. His arm was fractured again. Franklin decided to operate."

Doctor Hobbes finished her ministrations and sighed. Minbari and rangers were the worst patients, except for doctors. "You're lucky your bonecrest protects most part of your skull or you would have been injured more severely. I recommend some rest, but I am not going to keep you here. You can leave if you want to."

Growling, Neroon moved to stand and this time the vertigo stayed away. He was feeling better already.

"What's going to happen to Shakiri now that you have taken him prisoner?" Lennier was curious. He was fighting his instincts, which were telling him to distrust the warrior because of what he had done to Marcus. Even though he knew about the drugs Neroon had been exposed to at the time, it was hard for Lennier to forget the agony the ranger had been in.

"I will take Shakiri back to Minbar, where he will stand trial for his crimes. The Warrior Council will pass judgement on him. I think that Danan will banish him for life to the penal colony orbiting Minbar's moon. Shakiri will never bother anyone again, I promise." Neroon slipped into his cloak and looked at Delenn. There was something else he had to address before he returned to Minbar. "Delenn, will you keep an eye on Marcus after I have left for Minbar? I know he will be eager to take up his duties again, but he needs rest."

Delenn gave him a baffled look, which he didn't understand. "But... I thought.... He didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?" Neroon wondered what Delenn was hinting at. He had always assumed that the ranger was going to stay on Babylon 5 and was worried that Marcus might overdo it while still healing.

"Marcus asked to be re-assigned to Tuzanor, to work at the ranger Training Facility. He wants to stay with you."

Delenn did something Neroon had never expected. She took his hand in hers.

"Marcus chose to return to Minbar with you, Neroon. I am glad to see that the two of you worked things out. Marcus needs someone who loves him. There is a lot of guilt and pain inside his soul and I know that you can help him heal. I think he loves you Neroon."

"I love him too...."

Delenn smiled melancholy and her voice sounded sad as she addressed the warrior. "I should have known something was wrong when you acted so out of character, Neroon. Some of the blame is mine to take. I should have protected Marcus after I was told what occurred...."

"Talking in retrospect we could have avoided a lot of mistakes and pain, but we can't change the past, Delenn. We have to learn to live with it. You did what you thought was right." Still recovering from the fact that Marcus had decided to stay with him, Neroon looked at the pike in his hands. This time it had helped him save the ranger's life.

Garibaldi shook his head as he tried to comprehend what Sheridan had told him. He had never known that Neroon had been stalking and abusing Marcus. It was even harder to understand why a Minbari would slip drugs to another Minbari warrior to cause that behaviour. He mentally kicked himself for not knowing. It was his job to know these things, prevent them if he could or deal with them. He had done none of those things and had failed to protect the ranger. The Chief considered Marcus a pain in the ass, but did like the guy. He should have been there to help the ranger.... and Neroon for that matter.

Studying Neroon, he questioned the Minbari. The warrior was restless. There had been no word yet from Franklin about Marcus' injuries and Neroon was growing impatient. "You want to take Shakiri back to Minbar? We can press charges as well and make him stand trial here."

"No, this is a matter for the Warrior Council."

Still trying to understand everything that was going on, Garibaldi decided on the direct--well, kind of direct-- approach to get his answers. "So you and Marcus.... are together now?" Garibaldi couldn't help grinning as he caught Neroon's curious look.

"Yes."

Garibaldi could see Neroon wondering why he would ask something like that and explained while returning the warrior's gaze. "I never thought our annoying ranger would end up with a Minbari warrior. Well, stranger things have happened. You guys might be starting a new trend here, Neroon."

"Well, I think Delenn started it all with expressing her feelings for your Captain."

The warrior was surprised to find he liked the Chief's humour.

"Neroon, Michael?" Stephen Franklin entered his office where the Chief had taken Neroon to have their conversation.

"Doctor? How is Marcus doing?" Neroon turned to face the doctor. Franklin was smiling and the warrior knew that everything was all right.

"I repaired the damage, which was quite extensive I might add. I had to put the arm in a cast and he should take it easy for at least 4 weeks, but that's just wishful thinking. You'll never manage to keep him out of trouble for that long. But seriously.... Neroon, you have to make sure he rests. His ribs are still tender."

"I will look after him."

Stephen sighed and could only hope Marcus would do the sensible thing and rest. Whom am I kidding here? Marcus will be up and causing trouble in no time.

"Do you want to see him?

"Yes, doctor."

"Alright, just make sure he stays in bed."

Garibaldi knew he had to get the last bits of information before he could sit down and do the boring paperwork to file this incident. "I'll tag along. I need some answers." The Chief ignored Stephen's chuckle, not sure why Franklin was laughing.

"He's in Medlab 2. Michael, show him the way?"

Nodding, Garibaldi led the way.

"And Michael? Just to warn you before you go in. The ranger is on a roll, babbling..."

Marcus was busy harassing Lennier who was desperately trying to convince the ranger to stay in bed. Delenn had asked him to keep an eye on Marcus until Neroon arrived.

Lennier had never experienced Marcus this hyper. The ranger was determined to get out of his med gown and into his uniform.

"Marcus… Doctor Franklin told you to stay in bed and rest for some hours and only then will he release you from Medlab. I will not allow you to leave your bed!"

Hearing Lennier's serious tone, Marcus knew his friend wasn't going to be easily convinced to see things his way, but, like Neroon, the ranger loved a challenge. "Come on, Lennier. Franklin bandaged me up; put my arm in a cast.... I can get out of here. I'm spending too much time in bed as it is."

"Marcus, stop harassing Lennier."

Hearing Neroon's voice, the ranger smiled. Garibaldi watched the smirk on Marcus' face. The Chief was surprised to see Marcus react this way to the Minbari.

The ranger felt himself reaching out for the warrior's mind and was briefly taken aback as he felt Neroon's concern. "Neroon... tell Lennier that I can leave Medlab. Franklin patched me up and I'm doing fine. I don't want to stay here!"

"I wonder how you put up with him. He never stops talking until he gets his way." Garibaldi grinned as he looked at the warrior, feeling something like pity for the Minbari. The Chief always considered Cole a nag, but a pleasant one.

"There are ways to silence him."

Neroon's silky voice made Marcus alert. He received Neroon's thoughts and couldn't believe Neroon was going to do this... not here, not with bystanders. Shivers of anticipation ran down his spine as the warrior approached the bed. "Don't even think about doing that, Neroon!"

Neroon knew the ranger would play along. Had Marcus mentally told him that he didn't want this to happen, the warrior would have backed down. But by seeing the twinkle in Marcus' eyes the warrior knew Marcus was comfortable with the idea. Neroon moved closer and rested his hand at the back of Marcus' neck; bringing the ranger's lips closer to his. The warrior kissed him slowly and passionately. His intention had been to tease Marcus a bit, but Neroon felt how he was quickly being overwhelmed by his own desire for the ranger.

Feeling Neroon's lips on his, Marcus felt briefly embarrassed. Lennier and Garibaldi were still in the room, but his worries faded quickly as he began to drown in his own emotions. Taking control of the kiss, Marcus parted Neroon's teeth to gain access to the softness inside.

Garibaldi saw them kiss and realized that the two men had forgotten about him and Lennier. Lennier cleared his throat, obviously feeling a bit uncomfortable with being a witness to this intimate scene. Minbari usually didn't express these kind of intimate feelings in public and Lennier wondered what to do.

"I think we better leave now."

Lennier nodded to Garibaldi and the Chief was quick to follow him. They were stopped by Stephen who was standing in the doorway; a smirk on his face.

Garibaldi now understood why the doctor had been chuckling earlier. "Well, at least now we know that there are ways to shut Marcus up, but I don't think I'll put them in practice."

Franklin grinned hearing Garibaldi's comment and the three of them left the room. The door closed and Marcus whimpered as Neroon's hands moved down his med gown. The warrior felt Marcus harden and wished they weren't in Medlab. He didn't want people walking in on them and after he caressed Marcus' soft skin one more time, drew back. It was obvious that Marcus was disappointed. There was a blush on the ranger's face and the green eyes were burning. "We will have to wait until we are in a more private setting...Imagine Delenn or your Captain walking in on us..."

Fighting his arousal, Marcus knew the warrior was right, but his body ached with desire and he wanted the Minbari to run his hands over his entire body. Knowing Neroon was right didn't make it easier on the ranger.

"You need to rest, Marcus. Then, when Doctor Franklin releases you from Medlab we will leave for Minbar to take Shakiri to Alzaraan."

The ranger heard the word 'we' and knew the Minbari had been talking to Delenn.

"Yes, I know you asked to be re-assigned and I am glad you want to return with me."

Marcus enjoyed the sensation of Neroon's fingers tangling in his hair and wished he could have his way with the warrior right here and now.

Saying goodbye to his friends had been hard. Marcus was going to miss them. Especially Stephen and Lennier. Susan had brought Sacha along as she came to say goodbye and Marcus was happy she had found someone to share her life with. Mesmerized, he remembered Stephen's promise to check on him after 6 weeks. The cast would have to come off and Marcus liked the idea of staying in touch with his friends. But he knew he made the right choice in staying with Neroon.

The ranger had never known how powerful hormones could be until they started to kick in. Ever since that kiss in Medlab, Marcus couldn't think of anything else but Neroon. They were one hour away from Minbar and Neroon had insisted that he should rest. Marcus had reluctantly complied, but was getting weary of the way he was being treated. Rest, don't get out of bed... Well, the least thing Neroon can do, is to keep me company. But he knew that the Minbari was needed on the bridge and he tried to get some rest to please Neroon. Now that his arm had been placed in a cast, the pain had dulled. Falling asleep he wondered what was going to happen to Shakiri. Neroon had told him that their first stop would be Alzaraan to deliver the Shai Alit into the hands of the Warrior Council.

Neroon entered silently, seeing that Marcus had fallen asleep. They had arrived at Alzaraan and he hadn't yet told Marcus that the ranger's presence would be required at the Warrior Council. Watching the sleeping human, Neroon considered everything that had happened these last few weeks. He had never thought that Marcus would give him another chance, but he was grateful the ranger had. Sneaking up to Marcus, he kissed him. Marcus' lips were already bruised and Neroon looked into the ranger's eyes as Marcus woke and parted his teeth. They both felt passion raging through their bodies and Neroon pulled the ranger closer to him. Neroon knew Marcus wanted more. So did he, but they had to take care of Shakiri first. Still impatient, Marcus? The Minbari knew Marcus had heard that comment as the ranger smiled apologetically.

"I must confess I'm still working on that part."

Grinning, Neroon helped Marcus to his feet. He wrapped an arm around the ranger as they left the sleeping quarters.

Marcus had to admit that he was a bit shy about expressing their feelings this openly when other people where around. But he trusted Neroon to do nothing that would harm their relationship. Stepping into the shuttle he wondered where Shakiri was.

"In another shuttle. I don't want him that close to us."

Marcus felt the rage inside Neroon directed at Shakiri and understood that anger. The warrior rested his head on Marcus' shoulder, playing with the black locks. "Why do I have to be there as well? I'm not Minbari."

"You may not be Minbari, but you are my Kirmana and as such you have certain rights and duties as you're about to find out."

"What are you talking about?"

Neroon raised his head and smiled. "As my Kirmana you have earned the right of having a seat and a voice within the Warrior Council. "

"No, you can't be serious." Shuddering, Marcus pictured himself amidst the Minbari; the only human present. Neroon should have told him earlier. "What other duties do I have?"

"Having my children." The warrior couldn't resist cracking a joke. He wanted to see Marcus' baffled face. Neroon couldn't keep back his laughter as Marcus stared at him in bewilderment. "It's a joke, Marcus. We Minbari do have a sense of humour, you know."

"Uh… " The ranger never expected Neroon to crack a joke and had been taken by surprise. A weak smile was forming on his face and he couldn't help joining Neroon in a booming laughter.

Neroon led Marcus through the myriad of corridors inside the Warrior Council's stronghold. The warrior felt the ranger's insecurity and stayed close. Shakiri had been handed over to the Council's private guards and would be taken to the hall the moment his trial was going to start. As he saw Shakiri, being led down the same corridor, Marcus had stared at the Minbari and the ranger knew that some of his hatred had showed in his eyes. He couldn't forgive Shakiri the pain he had put him and Neroon through.

"Where are we going, Neroon?"

"Danan, the Chairman of the Council, asked to speak with us in private before the trial starts."

Uncomfortable with the prospect of talking to the leader of the Warrior Council, Marcus fumbled with his pike. Neroon had cleaned the fighting pike before he had returned it to the ranger.

The door opened and Neroon beckoned the ranger to follow him inside. Waiting for them was Danan.

Marcus looked at the old Minbari. His dark eyes were kind and Marcus allowed himself to relax just a little bit. Danan approached them and bowed slightly.

Neroon returned the gesture and Marcus tried to follow suit, but a spasm rocked his body as his stiff ribs refused to co-operate.

"Anla'Shok, Neroon. You managed to capture Shakiri. He will be judged and punished for his crimes."

Relieved Danan was speaking Standard, Marcus accepted Danan's invitation to sit down. Danan sat down behind his desk and Neroon remained standing behind his chair.

"He tried to kill me and Marcus. Had he been given the opportunity, I think he would have tried to murder Delenn as well. He's insane, Danan."

"I know. I saw it coming, but did not want to accept that truth. Shakiri will be send to the penal colony. He is too dangerous to stay amongst us."

Marcus felt Danan's eyes on him and shivered involuntarily. He felt like a stranger who wasn't supposed to be here.

"I apologize for Shakiri's actions, Marcus. He was my Caste leader and I feel ashamed that he stooped this low. There are a number of Minbari who do not like the idea of us joining forces with humans, but I am not one of them. I am almost 125 cycles old now. I have seen too much ignorance in my lifetime. We need to change and I think that your taking a seat in the Council is a good start. I welcome you to Alzaraan, Marcus. "

Marcus' mind was in turmoil. He liked Danan, but couldn't help feeling embarrassed. He wondered why he felt like being caught in the middle of everything. The ranger didn't want to be part of the Council, but knew he couldn't refuse the honor. "I thank you for your kind words, Danan. I'll carry out my duties to the best of my abilities, though you'll have to explain a lot to me; rangers aren't taught about Warrior Caste traditions."

Danan nodded approvingly. "In time Neroon will tell you what you need to know, but it appears that your injuries have not yet healed. You should wait until you have recovered before you take up your responsibilities here."

Marcus ran a hand through his hair impatiently. "Why is everyone so concerned about me? I can't figure it out. I have been injured before and when Neroon beat me up during Denn'Sha that hurt a lot more." Too late did he realize that he had spoken out loud instead of just thinking it. He felt Neroon's hand on his shoulder and watched Danan's worried expression.

"Because a Minbari caused your injuries by acting in a very dishonourable way. Shakiri's shame is reflected on all of us."

"We have to go now, Danan." Neroon was eager to get the trial over and done with. He wanted to return to his house and start his life with the ranger without Shakiri being there to ruin everything. "You can stay here until the trial is over… What do you want, Marcus?"

"I'll come with you."

Neroon nodded. Marcus rose to his feet and composed himself. "Good, then stay at my side. When we enter the hall, you'll see 12 chairs set aside for the Council members. Sit down next to me..."

Marcus nodded his understanding, but couldn't repress his nervousness.

Walking into the hall, the ranger felt overwhelmed. At least 300 Minbari warriors were present and he felt like an intruder. Stupid Minbari rules; why did he have to be a member of their Council? It made no sense at all. A wave of whispers went through the hall as he sat down next to Neroon, close to the other members of the Council. He was a bit scared to lift his eyes to look at the crowd. When he did, he saw some warriors look at him with a lot of different expressions on their faces. He saw curiosity and anger on most, with the odd friendly face. It was hard for the Minbari to accept changes.

Danan stepped in front of the Council and beckoned the guards to bring in Shakiri.

Marcus took a deep breath and unconsciously dove into Neroon's mind for comfort.

The warrior was briefly startled as he felt Marcus touch his mind and was determined to get Shahaam to give the ranger some more lessons. He sent Marcus some reassurance, realizing how strange this had to be to the human.

The Shai Alit's eyes were alight with indignation as he was led before the Council. His pupils dilated in anger as he saw that Marcus had taken his place amongst them.

Marcus felt that anger hit him like a PPG-blast and fought to raise his mental shields, desperately trying to remember everything Shahaam had told him. Hiding behind the shields, he calmed down, wishing this were all over with.

Shakiri was silent as Danan formulated the charges. Neroon watched concerned as Shakiri fixated his eyes on the ranger. He didn't like the expression in the Shai Alit's eyes. If looks could kill, Marcus would be dead right now. Danan finished reading the charges and waited for Shakiri to defend himself. There was a shattering silence in the hall.

"I did what I had to do to prevent humans gaining too much influence on our culture. All of you are blind... Only when it is too late and when you have been corrupted by their unworthy ways you'll remember my deeds and wished they had proved to be effective. I do not deny anything. I only regret not being successful; to see a human seated amongst the members of the Warrior Council makes my blood boil. If my hands were not bound I would strangle him myself."

The ranger felt Neroon's hand on his; a gentle reminder to stay calm. Marcus heeded Neroon's warning and kept quiet. It was Danan who took action. He moved closer to Shakiri and shook his head in sorrow.

"You're the one who is blinded by hate, Shakiri. We are warriors; we pride ourselves on fighting for the right causes. You are wrong this time, Shakiri. It has been proven that humans carry Minbari souls. You're betraying our ancestor's souls by trying to kill these humans. I cannot allow you to continue to act dishonourably like this. You will be banished for the rest of your natural life to the penal colony where you can live without causing more pain. Your place on the Council will be taken by a warrior your Clan will choose." Danan gestured the guards to take Shakiri away. The old warrior looked at the Council and saw how Neroon's hand rested on the ranger's. They didn't only need a new Council member; they also had to choose a new Caste Leader.

Danzi and Shahaam welcomed them as they arrived. Marcus felt tired, but tried to be as polite as possible. It was obvious that the two Minbari were pleased to see that he had returned with Neroon.

"Are you now going to stay with us, Marcus?"

The ranger nodded, a bit embarrassed. This felt like coming home after years of being lost. "Yes," Marcus said in a steadfast tone.

Neroon placed his hand at the small of Marcus' back and pulled him close. He sensed Marcus' exhaustion and knew the ranger disliked being told to get some rest, but the warrior loved taking care of the human. "Shahaam. I want you to continue his lessons tomorrow. He has absolutely no control over his telepathic abilities."

Marcus was about to protest until he remembered how he had startled Neroon by plunging into his mind. He watched Shahaam nod, agreeing with Neroon.

"Now let's go inside. I think both of us can use some rest." Neroon knew that by using the word 'both', Marcus would be less inclined to argue.

Danzi and Shahaam watched them enter the building and Danzi remembered the conversation he had with Marcus. It seemed the ranger had accepted his new position as Neroon's Kirmana and Danzi looked forward to serving Marcus.

Opening the door to Neroon's private quarters, Marcus trembled as Neroon kissed the back of his neck. The warrior's warm tongue slithered down his throat to tease the ranger. "Neroon?"

"Yes?"

"Would this account as being a more private setting?"

Neroon remembered the comment he'd made to Marcus in Medlab. Here, no one would disturb them.

Closing his eyes, Marcus enjoyed the sensation of Neroon nibbling at his earlobe. The warrior's tongue slid down the back of his neck, exploring the soft flesh. Marcus shuddered. The next moment he was swept off his feet and Neroon pressed him to his chest. Before carrying the ranger to the bed, Neroon slammed the door shut behind him.

"I can walk you know."

" I know…"

The ranger watched Neroon's amused expression and knew the warrior was up to something. Neroon's dark eyes dashed through the room and Marcus followed the warrior's glare. His breathing became more rapid as he realized that the bed from his room had replaced the Minbari sleeping platform. "Why? I know Minbari consider sleeping horizontal to be tempting death…"

"It will be more comfortable for you while your ribs are still healing. And I am more than willing to tempt death for you, Marcus." Pushing the ranger to the middle of the bed, Neroon began to undress him.

Marcus shivered as Neroon's warm fingers slid over his skin.

Taking his time to rid the ranger of his clothing, Neroon's hand pinched an already erect nipple and he had the pleasure of hearing Marcus moaning beautifully underneath him. Neroon felt himself surge into hardness and as his hands pulled the underwear from Marcus' hips, the warrior was delighted to see that the ranger was erect himself. Cupping Marcus' sex in his hand, he rubbed the tip of the ranger's penis with his thumb. Marcus bucked and Neroon knew he was hungry for more.

Marcus caressed the Minbari's face. He wanted Neroon so badly! His body felt like it was going to explode. Bloody hormones... He only hoped the nightmarish memories weren't going to surface. Neroon had managed to get him out of his ranger uniform and Marcus trembled as the still fully clothed warrior covered his naked body. The fabric of the uniform rubbed against his skin and sent tremors through his body. Marcus wanted Neroon out of those clothes.

The Minbari smiled and ran his hands over Marcus' trembling body. Rolling one nipple between his fingers, the warrior moved to stroke the insides of Marcus' thighs. Neroon felt lust build inside the ranger's mind as Marcus sent him his emotions. The warrior released the shaking ranger from his hands and relished hearing a moaned protest as his caresses stopped. He took a step away from the ranger and felt Marcus watch him as he undressed himself in a slow and sensual way, teasing Marcus by staying just out of reach of the ranger. He saw the lust in the clouded green eyes and Neroon finished undressing more quickly as he had intended. "What do you want, Marcus?" Lying down beside the ranger, Neroon waited for Marcus to reply.

Limited in his movement due to his injuries, Marcus slid his fingers over Neroon's hot skin. What do I want? I know what I want, but can I actually do it? I am afraid of the pain... and the memories... But if I don't try I'll never know. Marcus felt insecure and knew that Neroon sensed his emotions. "I want you to take me Neroon, but I am scared. I might stumble and fall... "

"I will catch you if you fall, Marcus. "

Neroon's answer made his skin turn into gooseflesh. Marcus felt his body react to the words and he arched against Neroon wanting to feel the warrior caress his skin.

Neroon trembled as he felt the despair inside Marcus. The ranger was forcing himself to do something he was afraid of and the warrior understood why it scared Marcus. Neroon had taken him before, but that had been by force and without Marcus' consent. The Minbari knew that he had to drive Marcus mad with desire first before he would even consider taking him. There was some hesitance in Neroon's actions as the warrior's own memories of the rapes returned to him; how he had forced Marcus on his hands and knees, slamming himself inside without any warning. Neroon cursed the drugs and Shakiri. Looking into Marcus' eyes, he knew the ranger had read his thoughts.

Trembling slightly, Marcus caressed Neroon's face and kissed the soft lips. "We can make this work, Neroon. We can't allow Shakiri to ruin our lives."

"I know." Passionately, Neroon kissed Marcus back and began to lick the salt of the ranger's throat.

Neroon's fingers played with his already sensitive nipples and Marcus moaned as he sensed how the warrior replaced his fingers with his tongue; coaxing him to respond to the Minbari's caress. Feeling the wet tongue circling the hardness of his nipples aroused him and he wrapped an arm around his lover.

Neroon reacted as he felt how eager the ranger was to continue this exploration and his lips moved to the washboard abdomen of the ranger, coaxing unbelievable sounds out of Marcus.

The ranger raised his hand and pulled Neroon close to him, eagerly kissing the back of the Minbari's neck. Marcus felt Neroon respond to his caresses.

Aroused, Neroon's erection throbbed and he moaned as he sensed Marcus' hands on his hardened flesh. Flames seemed to burn Marcus' mind as Neroon's desire mingled with his own. Feeling the soft skin beneath his fingers made Neroon aware of the fact that Marcus was trembling. He looked at the ranger and realized that it was passion, which had a firm hold on the human. Neroon continued to stroke Marcus' body at several sensitive areas. At last he focused on the centre of the ranger's arousal. As he took Marcus' erection in his hand, he divided the wetness over the rest of the erect shaft. Curling a finger in the pubic hair, Neroon considered their bodily differences and delighted in them. The ranger was squirming against him, begging him not to stop. Claiming the ranger's lips, he explored the inside of Marcus' mouth thoroughly.

Marcus shivered with anticipation as Neroon slowly stroked his shaft. The Minbari's touch was firm but gentle and it aroused him even more. Closing his eyes he surrendered to Neroon, trusting him completely. The warrior was driving him insane and a familiar yet agonizing need began to build in the pit of his stomach. Because Neroon refused to let go of his lips, Marcus could only moan into the Minbari's mouth as he felt how the now moist fingers teased his shaft, stroking it in a very slow, tormenting rhythm. The hard flesh twitched in his hands and Neroon cupped Marcus' scrotum, teasing it as he stroked the sensitive skin.

Neroon hoped that Marcus was riding waves of pleasure at this point and felt confident enough to slip a wet finger inside the ranger. The opening stretched and one finger disappeared immediately inside. Watching Marcus' response, Neroon caressed Marcus' face.

Feeling Neroon inserting his finger into him startled the ranger briefly because he expected pain instead of pleasure. Marcus was stunned to feel little jolts of delight course through his already burning body. His eyes flew open and as he stared into the warrior's eyes he relaxed. Marcus wasn't scared as the warrior slipped a second finger inside, stretching him even more.

Kissing Marcus' collarbone, Neroon began to move his wet fingers inside the ranger, using the same rhythm in which he was stroking Marcus' erection. The ranger was reacting more passionately than he had dared to hope. Marcus arched against him as Neroon increased the speed in which he was stroking him. The ranger's gaze was distant and glazed due to Neroon's continued stimulation. Lust was consuming them both and Neroon inhaled Marcus' scent.

Electricity seemed to spread through him as Marcus felt his body arch up and respond. Ecstasy was building inside him and it demanded satisfaction. The ranger knew that he was close to release and didn't want to leave Neroon behind. This is it… I can do this...

"I will catch you, Marcus."

He wanted to give Neroon the same pleasure the Minbari had given him. The ranger's fingers found Neroon's erection and he was baffled to find that the warrior's shaft was dripping with wetness. "Do I excite you that much?"

"You have no idea, Marcus."

Marcus stared at Neroon's dilated pupils and found himself touching Neroon's mind once more. The desire was evident in the warrior's thoughts. Marcus lost all sense of reality as Neroon stopped moving his fingers inside him. Bereft of the stimulation, Marcus cursed. It took him a moment to regain his senses as he almost drowned in Neroon's feelings. Gathering his courage he used all his strength to roll the Minbari underneath him. He saw the surprise on Neroon's face as he straddled his hips. Neroon's words were echoing in his mind. I will catch you... Yes, Neroon would be there to comfort him should the bad memories return and make him freak out.

Looking the Minbari in the eyes, Marcus took Neroon's wet shaft in his hand and steadying himself he felt the tip pressed against his lower body. The Minbari's thick cock was slick with its own moisture and Marcus hardly realized that Neroon's smooth cock slid inside him within seconds. He took in Neroon's shaft completely. His buttocks rested against Neroon's smooth skin. He blinked; Neroon was inside him and the look on the Minbari's face was one of sheer ecstasy. He realized the power he had over Neroon at that moment and it made him eager to use that power to bring the warrior to orgasm.

The tightness clenching him, made it hard for Neroon to breath. The idea that he was inside the ranger was enough to drive him mad. Neroon raised his hand and cupped Marcus' face. The expression in Marcus' eyes was one of surprise. Neroon knew that the ranger expected to feel pain, but the fact that Marcus was this excited made it easy for Neroon to penetrate him. Neroon suspected that Marcus had never been aroused like this before; lust was burning in his green eyes and Neroon relished seeing it there. "Marcus?"

Hearing Neroon's voice made the ranger aware of the fact that the warrior was waiting for him to do something. Experimentally, Marcus raised himself slightly and felt the pleasant friction inside him. As he lowered himself again, he heard Neroon whimper and the warrior's cock filled him completely. Neroon was deep inside him and Marcus' own erection began to throb. He sped up a little bit and before he knew it, he was riding the warrior in a frantic pace.

Neroon placed his hands on his lover's hips and Marcus noticed how the warrior lifted him ever so slightly in a much slower rhythm. He realized that Neroon wanted him to slow down. It was hard for him to comply. The ranger slowed down and shook as Neroon took his erection into his hands; stroking firmly in the same speed.

Neroon began to thrust carefully, lifting the ranger off his body until only his tip was inside his lover. Only then did he allow Marcus to lower himself.

Hot sweat formed on the ranger's skin as the pressure inside him became unbearable.

It was hard for Neroon to take charge, but he slowed down and focused on the human riding him. The dark hair was dancing on Marcus' shoulders. Mouth slightly open and eyes half closed, the ranger didn't hold back any longer. Neroon decided that it was time to take the initiative, being the more experienced one of them. The warrior wanted to try a different position. He sat up, making sure he didn't slide out off the ranger. He stopped thrusting momentarily and savoured the feeling of being so deep inside his lover. With one arm he pulled Marcus to his chest. Wrapping his other arm around the ranger's waist, he effortlessly lifted the ranger from the bed and carried him to the desk. Still inside Marcus, Neroon felt how the human wrapped an arm around him for support. He felt Marcus' confusion as the ranger looked at him questioningly. "There are countless ways to lengthen and intensify our pleasure."

Not sure what Neroon's plans were, Marcus clung to the Minbari and he wrapped his legs around Neroon's waist. Resting his head on his lover's shoulder, Marcus heard how Neroon swept some objects from the desk with one hand. As Neroon placed him on the wooden desk, Marcus couldn't help moaning.

Neroon ran his fingers over the ranger's wet cock. Hovering over Marcus, he watched his lover adjust to the new position. Neroon withdrew out of him and felt Marcus eyes on him as he placed some sort of ring around the base of his cock. Seeing Marcus' baffled expression he explained; "It will make me last longer. I will be able to give you unspeakable pleasure and delight." The Minbari now stood with legs wide apart, and buried himself inside the ranger with one deep, smooth thrust.

Reality ceased to exist for Marcus as Neroon lifted his hips from the desk, Neroon's hands tightly cupped his buttocks. The Minbari increased the pace of his thrusts. Marcus used the strength in his legs to push the warrior even deeper inside him. The ranger was jerking at this point; Neroon's slick fingers teased his scrotum. It was all he could take and hot liquid shot from his shaft, dripping onto Neroon's belly. The force of his orgasm made him close his eyes. He spasmed in Neroon's arms and savoring the intense waves of pleasure inside him, he sent them to Neroon. But Neroon was still hard and thrusting inside him, stretching him until Marcus knew nothing else but being filled completely by the Minbari's thick, demanding cock.

The warrior responded by lifting him from the table completely, crushing him to his chest. His hands burned Marcus' buttocks as the warrior's hands were the only things to support him. Neroon felt the hot liquid on his skin as the ranger found release and knew that he didn't have to hold back any longer. Pulling Marcus close to his chest, he supported the human as he slid Marcus' back up against the wall, using his power to keep Marcus suspended in air. The ranger was panting heavily and Neroon's strong arms held Marcus close to him. Thrusting upward he felt his own impending release; the ring couldn't keep back the flow of semen any longer. An implosion made Neroon shake and as he released his hot come into the ranger he stared into Marcus' green eyes, draped with a combination of lust and love.

Holding onto Neroon, Marcus felt the cold wall against his back and the moist hotness of the Minbari's skin pressed against his chest. Entranced, he anticipated the warrior's thrusts and without knowing it, tightened his muscles around Neroon. He sensed the wetness inside him and Marcus was immersed in Neroon's forceful feelings caused by his orgasm. Going through the experience for a second time, Marcus jerked forcefully in the warrior's arms. The ranger never believed he could feel like this. He didn't know where his pleasure ended and Neroon's began. They had become one not only physically, but mentally as well.

As orgasm course through Neroon's body, he continued to stare into the dilated green orbs of the human in his arms. Marcus was spasming and Neroon realized that he had to get him back to the bed. Slipping out of the ranger, Neroon quickly covered the distance to the bed. After laying Marcus down, Neroon fell to the bed and surrendered to the tremors of ecstasy in his body and quickly removed the ring. The ranger had made him go berserk with lust and Neroon had never felt ecstasy like this. Feeling Marcus' orgasmic explosion in his mind, had made this experience even more special. The fact that he had been the one to give Marcus that kind of pleasure, delighted him. Calming down slowly, Neroon pulled the ranger close to him. Lying spooned, Neroon kissed Marcus' back of his neck, pressing his body against that of his passionate lover.

Still panting, Marcus tried to compose himself. He felt Neroon's body pressed against his and turned in the warrior's embrace. He cringed as he realized that their passionate encounter had worsened the pain in his chest. His ribs didn't like this kind of exercise. They would have to be more careful next time.

"Neroon?" Marcus managed to catch his breath and stared into Neroon's sparkling eyes. There was a bewildered expression in those dark eyes. "Neroon, what happened?"

"We made love, Marcus... very passionately. I think I lost some of my control when I carried you to the table, but by Valen... Never before have I come like this!" Cuddling up to Marcus, Neroon stayed clear of the ranger's injuries.

Marcus could only wrap one arm around his lover and wondered if it had been their joined minds that had caused this intensity. Now that his body began to recover from the sexual act, he realized that it had not only been Neroon who had gone mad with passion. Marcus never knew he was capable of feeling lust like this.

"We made quite a mess..." Marcus smiled. Files, papers, crystals and all kind of different objects had been swept to the floor as Neroon had cleared the desk to lay him down.

"I know, Marcus." Neroon traced the ranger's lips with his fingers, then cupped Marcus' face in his hands. "You did not fall."

"Only because I knew you would catch me." Fatigue was replacing the glow in his body and snuggling up to Neroon, Marcus closed his eyes and dozed off.

Neroon watched his lover fall asleep in his arms and held in check the tear of happiness that threatened to spill down his cheek.

"Aran tuzar marakan."

Danzi threw his head back and burst into laughter.

"What?" Marcus stared at the young Minbari. Neroon had asked Danzi to teach Marcus the Warrior Caste language some weeks ago. The ranger had grown restless these last weeks in which Neroon had made sure that he was resting. It had been hard on Marcus to remain idle for such a long time, but secretly he enjoyed the carefree weeks. It had been ages since he had taken some time off to simply enjoy himself. Having promised Neroon that he would stay out of trouble, Marcus had spent most days in the library or gardens. At night, Neroon had kept him busy. The Minbari warrior didn't seem to grow tired of him quickly. Every time they made love it was sheer ecstasy. Every passionate encounter had left him breathless, much like Neroon himself. Their bond had deepened these last 6 weeks and although Marcus had the occasional nightmare with Neroon's help he had managed to get a grip on his life once more. Marcus returned to reality as Danzi's laughter continued. The young warrior was very pleasant company and a patient teacher.

"I asked you to translate; I am glad to see you… You told me to put flowers in the basket."

Bugger, this language is much more difficult than the Minbari I was taught during training. "I'll never learn the words."

"Don't be too hard on yourself, Marcus. You have only been studying our language for 3 weeks. You already made some improvement." Danzi fought hard to keep the amusement out of his voice, but couldn't quite pull it off. The ranger sitting opposite of him was recovering nicely. There was just one thing that bothered the young Minbari. At times, Marcus seemed to freeze in his moves. Looking into the ranger's eyes he had seen pain... not just physical pain, but an emotional pain.

Danzi suspected that Marcus was fighting some very bad memories. At times like that Danzi tried not to react too openly, but whenever he saw Marcus falter in his steps, the Minbari kept a close eye on the human. Neroon had told him that Marcus had accepted his appointed seat in the Warrior Council and Danzi's respect for the ranger had grown after hearing that news. It must have been hard on Marcus to accept the fact that he had become very important in an alien society, being the only human in that kind of position.

Sighing audibly, Marcus despaired about the language. The inflictions were extremely difficult and one wrong intonation of a word changed the meaning of the entire sentence. Touching his ribcage tentatively, he was relieved to find the pain gone. His bruised ribs had healed nicely. Edwards had checked on him in the morning and had told him that he could do without the bandages from now on, as long as he took things slow. The cast had remained in place.

"You're a good teacher Danzi...I just make a lousy student." He saw Danzi's facial expression. The Minbari was wondering if he was joking or being negative about himself. Marcus still had mood swings when the nightmares had been particularly bad. If it hadn't been for Neroon's ever-present support, the ranger knew he would never had pulled through. Marcus grinned in an attempt to take Danzi's concern away and wondered how much the young Minbari knew of what had happened to him.

Probably knows everything. Strangely enough it didn't bother him.

"Danzi... would you leave us for a moment? I need to talk to Marcus."

"Of course, Alit."

Marcus hadn't heard Neroon step onto the balcony being as lost in thought as he was. Looking up at his lover, Marcus saw a concerned expression in Neroon's eyes. Danzi departed and Neroon sat down, pulling his chair closer towards Marcus and leaning in for a kiss. Their lips brushed and Marcus barely resisted the urge to immerse himself in the warrior's mind, but refrained from doing so. Shahaam had been teaching him how to handle his newfound ability and the old priest had complimented him on his progress. Answering the kiss in the same passionate way, Marcus wondered what was troubling Neroon. The warrior withdrew and when he spoke his tone was serious.

"There have been riots on Minbar, Marcus. I need to leave for some days to subdue the rebels. I want you to stay here. Doctor Franklin just sent me a message that he is on his way to check on you. While I am away, you are in command, Marcus."

Not liking the prospect of being left in charge one bit, the ranger released Neroon's hands from his and stared at the Minbari. "Neroon. I can't even speak your language properly. I'm not fit for command. I wouldn't know what to do."

Neroon had been trying to rebuild Marcus' self-confidence to its old level, but had only partly succeeded. The ranger didn't show his self-doubt too often, but the warrior knew it was there; lurking, biding its time to surface. "Shahaam and Danzi will act as your advisors. You will perform your duties just fine, Marcus."

After all this time it still baffled Marcus how much confidence Neroon had in him.

Bloody reports... there's even more paperwork to do than I thought. Neroon hasn't done anything since we returned from Babylon 5. Marcus cursed as he tried to sort out all the files on Neroon's desk. The warrior had left some hours ago and Marcus had retreated to Neroon's study. He dropped the papers onto the desk as he stared at a particular file, hidden under the pile of papers. It was some sort of certificate with his and Neroon's name on it. From what he could gather from the context it appeared to be a pledge, much like the one they had exchanged.

Marcus placed it back underneath the files. He knew that a lot of liaisons and relationships were recorded in a central library on Minbar. He was actually looking forward to talking to Stephen after all these weeks. The ranger really missed having his friends around. He loved fooling around with them and teasing them. Neroon had his ways to ensure that he wouldn't irritate the warrior too much… meaning that he ended up in bed with Neroon as a result of the teasing. The warrior had a seemingly endless amount of sexual energy and Marcus had been content to let Neroon be the active one in their encounters thus far. He had enjoyed every moment of the time they had shared. Neroon had made him senseless with passion, time and time again. The ranger suspected that Neroon had gotten his hands on the Kama Sutra or a Minbari counterpart. Shaking his head, he forced himself to concentrate on the papers in front of him.

Stephen greeted Shahaam warmly. The doctor had arrived earlier than planned and had asked Danzi and Shahaam not to tell Marcus about his arrival. He wanted to surprise his friend. Some hours ago Franklin had received a message from Edwards, informing him about Marcus' present condition. Stephen had been relieved to hear that the ranger was recovering nicely. The only thing left to do was to remove the cast and run a general scan on his friend. In spite of the good news, Stephen still felt a bit worried for the ranger.

Although Marcus had looked fine the last time he had been on Babylon 5, Stephen knew that he couldn't have dealt with all traumatic events yet. Marcus would probably never admit it, but the doctor knew that it took a lot of time to recover properly after being raped. The ranger might know that Shakiri had been pulling Neroon's strings, but the pain and betrayal, would still be lurking in the ranger's subconscious. Franklin had treated a number of rape victims as a doctor and had a good idea what Marcus was going through. "Shahaam, it's good to see you again."

"Doctor Franklin. Will you be staying overnight? Should that be the case I will see to it that your platform will be rigged before you retire for the night."

Grinning, Stephen couldn't help remembering the last nights he had spent here, tossing and turning all night, unable to get some sleep. "I'll return to Babylon 5 tomorrow." He intended to add a joke, but saw the worried expression on Shahaam's face. What was wrong?

"I won't be able to spend that much time in your company, doctor. There are several riots going on in the larger cities on Minbar. We need to fortify our own defences and I will be quite busy. You will also find Neroon gone. The Warrior Council asked him to subdue the rioters and establish order."

Franklin had heard rumours about Minbari fighting amongst themselves. Lennier had hinted at the riots and Delenn had looked worried the last time he had seen her. "And Marcus?"

A genuine smile appeared on Shahaam's face. It was evident that the old priest had grown rather fond of the ranger. "He is recovering. I taught him how to handle his telepathic gift. He is a good student. Neroon made sure he rested as you demanded. Marcus has become a part of this Clan."

Good, and now I want to see Marcus for myself.

The knock on the door provided him with a much-needed distraction. Marcus had always disliked doing paperwork, even when he had been in charge of Arisia Mining Colony. "Yes, enter." He raised his eyes and watched to door open. He didn't expect to see Stephen Franklin walk into the study with a broad smile on his face. "Stephen? Why wasn't I told you already arrived? It is good to see you." Marcus got to his feet. Approaching the doctor he extended his left hand to welcome his friend.

Franklin had other ideas besides shaking Marcus' hand. He was going to test the ranger. Accepting the handshake, Franklin wrapped an arm around Marcus' shoulders to hug him. He watched the ranger very carefully. Marcus' reaction to his proximity and unexpected touch would tell him a lot about the current state of his friend's mind.

Surprised at feeling Stephen's arm slip around his shoulders, Marcus answered the gesture hesitantly. Never before had Franklin hugged him and it made him feel a bit uncomfortable. The ranger fought the unease Stephen's closeness caused. He's my friend and doesn't mean me any harm. I can trust him. The ranger relaxed and accepted the embrace.

The doctor kept a close eye on Marcus and saw the surprise in his friend's eyes. "You look well, Marcus. I think I can dismiss any worries I had for your well-being." Taking a step back, Franklin released Marcus from his embrace and smiled. The ranger had passed his test. Marcus grinned in return and sat down again. Taking a seat opposite of the ranger, Stephen studied the younger man. He noticed the soft glow in the blue-green eyes. Marcus didn't look that pale any longer. As a matter of fact the ranger looked tanned from sitting in the sun. "I promised to check on you after 6 weeks, Marcus. Here I am. I want to scan you and have one more look at that arm to determine if I can remove that cast."

Marcus nodded, still recovering from the surprise of seeing Stephen this unexpectedly. "Then we better make our way to the laboratory." Anxious to get rid off his cast, the ranger led the way.

Staring at the pale limb, Marcus hesitantly flexed his muscles. Stephen had scanned the once fractured arm and had told the ranger that it had healed nicely. The cast had been removed.

"Don't put too much pressure on that arm for a couple of days, Marcus."

The ranger nodded. Looking up at his friend and doctor, Marcus sighed. "Thanks Stephen. If it hadn't been for you and Neroon... I wouldn't be alive today."

Franklin scanned his friend and was glad to find that all injuries had healed properly, but Stephen wondered about the emotional pain inside the ranger. "What about those nightmares, Marcus. Do you still have them?" The ranger cringed. Stephen knew he had hit a nerve as Marcus avoided eye contact. The doctor had his answer. "Anything I can do to help? You can always talk to me... It might help, Marcus."

"No… I have to deal with the memories myself, thanks Stephen."

The doctor sat down next to his friend and waited patiently. He wasn't going to give in that easily. He wouldn't try to force Marcus to talk about painful memories and would wait until Marcus was ready to talk. But maybe if he prompted the ranger, Marcus would respond. "You won't succeed in silencing those voices until you faced your past, Marcus. However hard this might seem you have to accept... Burying the images deep inside your mind, locking them away is no solution. They will surface time and time again until you exorcise them."

Marcus knew Stephen was right, but had no idea what to say to his friend.

"Why don't you start by telling me about the nightmares."

"The nightmares?" The ranger's voice trembled as he spoke. He didn't want to talk about them, but realized that Franklin would make him open up one way or another. Taking a deep breath Marcus stared at his hands, resting in his lap. "It's always the same dream. I relive the rapes... but it's no longer Neroon who raped me... Shakiri's face stares back at me. "

The doctor was surprised to hear that. It wasn't something he expected. "How do you feel when you wake up, Marcus?"

His mouth had turn dry all of a sudden. He had tried avoiding talking about his feelings and nightmares.... "Helpless... angry at Shakiri. I don't know."

Stephen smiled reassuringly. Marcus had taken the fist step in talking about his vulnerability. "Does Neroon know that you suffer from nightmares?"

Hearing that question made Marcus smile weakly. He focused on Stephen's eyes before speaking. "Neroon's some kind of empath. I don't really understand myself... He can feel what I feel and to some extent he can receive my thoughts... He knows everything, Stephen. "

"I didn't know he was an empath." Stephen took Marcus' hand in his and squeezed it gently. Marcus had a lot of friends and support, something he badly needed. Neroon being an empath would make it easier on the ranger; Marcus wouldn't have to speak his feelings out loud for Neroon to know about them.

Marcus was sitting in the gardens, playing with his pike in a nervous manner. Danzi had told him that Neroon was on his way back from Alzaraan. The Minbari had been gone for three days and Marcus had begun working out on his own. Danzi had offered to spar with him, but Marcus was so badly out of shape that he didn't want to embarrass himself while fighting the well-trained warrior. Danzi had protested and Marcus had promised that they would spar together in a couple of days after he had had a chance to rebuild some of his old stamina.

"Marcus?" The ranger whirled around. Had he been so lost in thought that he hadn't heard Neroon approach him? The warrior was smiling at him and Marcus covered the distance between them in seconds. Respectfully, Marcus touched Neroon's mind after having asked permission to do so. "Neroon. I have missed your company."

"And I missed yours. I was told Doctor Franklin has been here?"

The two men sat down, close enough to touch each other. Marcus relished feeling Neroon's arm wrapped around him. He lowered his shields, not wanting to hide anything from his lover. "Yes, he removed the cast and declared me officially cured. I started working out, but I am in a terrible shape."

Neroon was delighted to hear about the progress Marcus was making. It would make things easier. The warrior had a request to make. "Marcus. I need your help."

"My help?"

There was some discomfort in Neroon's eyes as he addressed the ranger. "The Warrior Council named me new Caste leader. But I do think Malaan would be much better suited."

"You're the new Caste leader?" Marcus had forgotten about the pike in his hand and it slipped from his fingers. Neroon bent down and picked it up, handing it back to the ranger.

"Yes. I will have to unite the Clans once more. There have been reports of warriors killing members of the Religious Caste. I am confident that I can subdue the rebelling warrior factions, but I need time. That's why I asked the Council permission to send you to Babylon 5 as my liaison. You have to convince Delenn to give me more time to deal with the upstarts."

"Me? You want me to act as your liaison?"

"Yes. Delenn trusts you.... I trust you. I need you in this matter, Marcus."

The ranger didn't know how to feel about this request. Deep down he knew that he couldn't refuse Neroon anything. "I will go and try to buy you the time you need. How will I get there?"

"The Ingata is waiting for you to assume command. I will send Danzi with you as your aide. The two of you seem to get along nicely. Just don't start getting along too nicely Marcus!"

Marcus nodded. However, he hadn't expected Neroon to add to that last sentence.

"Danzi will also act as your personal guard. Be careful, Marcus. One of Shakiri's spies may still be hiding on Babylon 5. We never found the warrior responsible for slipping me those drugs."

The warning in Neroon's voice was obvious. "When do you want me to leave?"

"After you change your clothing."

Staring at the all black uniform, Marcus shook his head. "You can't be serious, Neroon. Why do I have to wear a Warrior Caste uniform? I happen to like my ranger outfit." Marcus knew protesting wasn't going to work, but he had to try. Apparently Neroon had ordered the uniform to be made before he left for Alzaraan. The Minbari's voice was patient as he explained the reasons to Marcus.

"When you travel to Babylon 5 you'll be acting on the Council's behalf; representing them. In your function as a member of the Warrior Council you'll have to be dressed appropriately."

Wanting to protest once more, Marcus felt Neroon's lips brush his; kissing the protest away. Neroon's voice was velvet when he whispered into his lover's ear.

"I will help you get dressed. I suspect you will look ravishing in black."

Marcus swallowed, he wanted to touch Neroon after being apart these three days.

He reminded himself that there was no time to make love to Neroon. The Ingata was waiting for him. Undressing himself he wondered what he had gotten himself into this time. How were his friends on Babylon 5 going to react seeing him dressed in a warrior uniform? He chuckled briefly. Changing into the uniform proved more difficult than he expected. Marcus never thought he would have to wear the studded breastplate and epaulettes as well. Only the most respected warriors were allowed to wear them. Neroon must have received his baffled thoughts for the warrior addressed him.

"You are a member of the Warrior Council, Marcus. That's quite an honor. You are entitled ... no, required to wear this uniform."

Marcus grinned at Neroon and tried to figure out how the epaulettes were attached to the black cloak by studying Neroon's outfit. Looking into the mirror he found that his appearance had changed. The uniform was designed to accentuate the shoulders and chest. His fingers moved over the studded breastplate. The uniform was heavier than it seemed.

"Well, at least there is a hood attached to the cloak so I can hide." Smiling uncomfortably, Marcus accepted the gauntlets and as his hands disappeared inside them, he studied himself once more in the mirror. Neroon was standing behind him. Self-doubt was written all over the ranger's face. Marcus considered asking Neroon to send someone else instead of him. Having to command the crew of the Naffia made him feel insecure. He trembled as he felt Neroon's fingers caress the back of his neck.

"I will be with you in spirit, Marcus. Should you fall...I will catch you."

"Commander? We're being hailed by the War Cruiser the Ingata."

Susan Ivanova knew that name. It was Neroon's Cruiser. Why would the warrior return this quickly after just 6 weeks? "What do they want?" Ivanova walked over to the screen. Curiosity got the better of her and she studied the young Minbari, which appeared on screen a moment later.

"I am Danzi. The Alit wants to talk to Ambassador Delenn in person. We ask permission for a shuttle to be docked aboard Babylon 5. The Cruiser will hold its current position."

Slowly nodding her head, Susan gave her permission. Turning to another officer she spoke in a soft tone. "Tell Ambassador Delenn she has a visitor and patch me through to Mr. Garibaldi."

Some seconds later the Chief of security appeared on screen, looking surprised. "Yes?"

"Michael. Neroon's War Cruiser just called in. They are going to dock a shuttle. I want a security team present. More importantly, I want to know who's on that shuttle. Every time we have Minbari warriors on board we end up with problems. They are trouble."

"I I'll go myself. Garibaldi out." The Chief sounded determined as he terminated the connection.

"Alit? Yet another promotion?" Marcus grinned uncomfortably as he addressed Danzi. Seated in the central seat of the War Cruiser, the ranger studied Danzi's amused face.

The young warrior returned the grin, bowed slightly and answered the question."Well, yes. Being Neroon's second in command makes you an Alit. After all, you are commanding a War Cruiser."

Mumbling something Danzi couldn't understand, Marcus shifted in his seat. Closing his eyes momentarily, the ranger shook his head in disbelief. Commanding the crew had been proven less difficult than he'd expected although he occasionally needed Danzi's help to translate an order.

"Why didn't you want me to tell Babylon 5 that you are on board?" It had surprised the Minbari that Marcus insisted on staying unnamed.

"They don't need to know I am here. Only Delenn needs to know."

"But why? I thought these people are your friends?"

Considering Danzi, Marcus concluded that the young warrior was uncharacteristically inquisitive and even a bit insolent for a Minbari warrior. These warriors were trained to receive and carry out orders, not to question them. Marcus grinned, Danzi reminded him of himself; another pain in the arse. The ranger wondered why Neroon would choose Danzi as his confidant. Perhaps Neroon likes having obnoxious and irritating people around. Shahaam didn't strike me as an obedient and silent one either. Marcus wished there was a way of avoiding answering Danzi's question. "This uniform makes me uncomfortable, Danzi. I didn't do anything to deserve this honor… and don't call me Alit...I am no Alit."

"As you wish, Alit."

Clutching his head in mock despair Marcus marvelled at Danzi's sense of humour. There was mischief in the Minbari's eyes. Alit... Things have become really crazy lately. I just hope I can sneak on and off the station and leave with encountering anyone I know... The explaining I would have to do...

"Lennier? Do you know who is on that shuttle?"

Mr. Garibaldi approached the young Minbari. There was nervousness written all over Lennier's brow. The Minbari bowed to greet the Chief.

"No, I was only informed that a member of the Warrior Council is on his way to consult with Delenn. "

"I'll walk with you to the docking area to make sure there won't be any trouble."

The two men walked in silence. The Chief could tell that something was troubling Lennier. The Minbari's voice intruded into Garibaldi's thoughts.

"Neroon has been chosen as the new leader of the Warrior Caste. Shakiri has been removed from the Council and exiled to a penal colony."

Garibaldi wasn't sure why Lennier was telling him this. The Chief knew little of Minbari matters except for his recent encounter with Shakiri. "So Marcus is no longer in danger? Is that what you are trying to tell me?"

A sigh escaped Lennier's lips as he nodded. He had been relieved when Delenn told him that particular news. He had been worried for Marcus. The idea that the ranger was safe from future harassment comforted him. Lennier missed Marcus' company. The ranger had proven to be a good friend and confidant. Marcus was the only one who knew that he loved Delenn and the fact that the ranger had faced Neroon on his request had created a bond of trust between them.

Lennier was stopped in his musings when the shuttle doors opened. Two Minbari warriors emerged; one of them was hooded. Lennier recognized Danzi from an earlier sub-space transmission. "The one walking in the back is Danzi, one of Neroon's most trusted warriors."

Garibaldi listened carefully to every bit of information he could get hold of and tried to memorize the name and the Minbari's face. Then the Chief concentrated on the hooded warrior.

Lennier also felt curious. By the way this warrior was built, Lennier could tell that it definitely wasn't Neroon. Taking a step towards the warriors, Lennier wondered who it could be. The young priest didn't know all members of the Warrior Council by face or name. The two warriors came to a stop in front of Lennier and Garibaldi.

Marcus tried to postpone the inevitable. He dreaded facing his friends. Well, better get this over with. Slowly removing the hood, he avoided his friend's eyes as his face became visible.

"Marcus?" Garibaldi was stunned.

"Marcus? I do not understand." Lennier studied his friend's face and noticed the discomfort on Marcus' features.

"It's a long story, Lennier... Mr. Garibaldi... I'm a member of the Warrior Council."

"And an Alit." Danzi added that bit with an impish smile on his face.

Marcus despaired, hearing Danzi's comment. The young warrior was proving to be a real pain in the arse.

"You look different out of your ranger uniform." Garibaldi chuckled. This encounter was quite a surprise. The Chief noticed how much better the ranger looked. The paleness had gone and it looked like Marcus had gained some much-needed weight. Raising his gloved hands, Marcus returned Lennier's welcoming bow. It definitely took the ranger some time to get used to the different regalia of this uniform. He had never worn gauntlets before and his hands had turned clammy.

"I will take you to Delenn. She will also be surprised to find that you are the Council's liaison."

Garibaldi watched them leave and didn't see a reason to put a security team on Marcus. He trusted the ranger. Tapping his hand communicator, he established a link with Ivanova. Her voice was impatient as she answered him. "Susan, you have no idea who just came aboard."

" Lennier? I was wondering.... I always considered you a good friend.... Is this going to change our friendship?" Marcus lowered his eyes, a bit afraid to hear the Minbari's answer. The ranger had never realized how much he appreciated their camaraderie. Feeling definitely uncomfortable, Marcus pulled the hood back over his head.

"Marcus. I think of you as a dear friend and this will not change that fact."

Lennier stopped walking and briefly locked eyes with Marcus to stress the earnest of his statement. The ranger smiled as he heard Lennier's words. Marcus didn't see the smirk on Danzi's face who was walking some steps behind his Alit.

Delenn had not yet recovered from her surprise at encountering Marcus in a warrior Caste uniform. She chided herself ; she should have known that being Neroon's Kirmana would entitle Marcus to take a seat in the Council. But she had never imagined seeing Marcus in this outfit. Glancing at Danzi and seeing the respect in the warrior's eyes made her realize that Marcus had been completely accepted into the Clan; something she never thought possible.

Marcus was staring at his gloved hands and when Lennier offered Danzi some tea the two Minbari disappeared into the kitchen. Waiting for Delenn to start this conversation, Marcus wished Neroon were here as well.

"Marcus. It is good to see you. You are here on behalf of the Warrior Council?"

"Yes, Entil'Zha. Neroon asked me to act as his liaison." Marcus composed himself. It was the strangest feeling to sit here and having to negotiate with his Entil'Zha.

"Neroon is trying hard to restore order in the larger cities on Minbar. He knows that Warriors are responsible for the deaths of several members of the Religious Caste and is determined to stop the civil war, but he needs more time to achieve that goal. Uniting the Clans is a first step to restore the balance between the Castes."

Feeling her eyes on him made him waver. He used to get his orders from her... Now he was following orders Neroon had given him. "Neroon would like your co-operation in one other matter. In order for the Castes to restore the once stable balance the Grey Council needs to be re-installed. Neroon asked me to inform you that he has no intention of claiming a place in the Grey Council. He wants you to select the future members and will not dispute your choices."

Marcus tried to hide in the shadows of his hood, feeling a bit embarrassed out of his ranger uniform. He saw the expression of determination on Delenn's face and knew that she had reached a decision.

"Remove that hood, Marcus. You do not have to hide from your friends."

A bit embarrassed, he complied. He still avoided her eyes.

"What do you think, Marcus? As a ranger you were trained to evaluate situations like these and advice me if necessary."

Their eyes met for the first time and Marcus felt relieved as Delenn smiled at him.

Seeing the expression in his eyes made Delenn aware of the fact that Marcus had finally accepted who he was. "I believe Neroon can subdue the rebelling Clans with your help."

Listening to her inner voice, Delenn decided to trust Neroon. It was one of the hardest decisions she had ever made, but she knew that Neroon would act for the good of their people.

"Try to get some sleep, Danzi. I'm not going anywhere and I will be quite safe in here." Marcus walked into their assigned quarters. He was relieved to see that there were two separate rooms. He wanted to be alone.

Danzi checked the rooms. Satisfied, he walked to his own room and bowed. "I will remain at your service, Alit."

"Don't call me that!"

Grinning, Danzi closed the door and Marcus sat down on his bed.

Finally alone. Removing the gloves and the cloak, he lay down. He was tired, too tired to undress. It was after midnight on the station and Marcus missed Neroon's company. He had gotten used to sleep beside Neroon. This bed was cold and too big. He curled himself into a tight ball and pulled up the comforter.

"Lights dimmed." Marcus didn't want the room to be completely draped in darkness. He sensed the nightmares closing in on him and he tried to stay awake. He didn't realize that the day’s events had drained him and he fell asleep within minutes.

Danzi had left the door ajar. He took his duty to guard Marcus very seriously and didn't want to discover that the ranger had sneaked off for one reason or another. He lay down on the tilted platform and slipped his pike into his right hand. Soon, sleep claimed him as well. Training had made a light sleeper of him and he woke as he heard muffled sounds coming from the adjoining room. Marcus.

The Minbari got to his feet and walked over to the doorway and peered inside Marcus' room. The lights were dimmed but offered enough light to see the outline of the ranger's body sitting up in the bed. Marcus was whispering and occasionally a muffled cry left the ranger's lips. Marcus' body shook and Danzi realized that the ranger was still suffering from nightmares. The Minbari remembered the first nights when he had been guarding Marcus as well. The nightmares had been bad back then. He felt a bit lost. What to do? Stepping into the other room, he silently approached the ranger's bed.

"Marcus? Wake up. You are having a nightmare." The ranger didn't react. He was still mumbling words and Danzi saw the contorted expression on Marcus' face. Danzi hoped he was doing the right thing and wasn't crossing some line here as he shook Marcus' shoulders gently. "Marcus? It's a bad dream; you can defeat it."

It took some time for Danzi's words to penetrate Marcus' mind. Opening his eyes, Marcus recognised his surroundings. Slowly the ranger managed to get a grip on himself once more. He was panting heavily and stopped clutching the comforter with his fingers. The fact that Danzi had had to save him from the nightmare made him feel embarrassed. He tried to compose himself.

"I'm all right, Danzi. Leave me alone now."

"Are you sure, Marcus? I might be imprudent to inquire about this, but you don't look that well to me." Cold sweat covered every inch of the ranger's body and Danzi had noticed it.

The nightmares had been worse than usual and Marcus knew Stephen had been right. He had to confront and accept his memories. Stephen... the doctor had offered to listen to him, should he want to talk about his nightmares. "I'm going to Medlab to talk to Doctor Franklin." Marcus struggled to get up from the bed. Danzi remained at a respectful distance.

"I will escort you."

"That's not necessary, Danzi. I can take care of myself."

" Please Marcus. Let me perform my duties. There might be still a Wind Sword aboard who wants to harm you. Neroon would never forgive me if you got killed and I consider myself a bit too young to commit Haz'matiel."

Marcus heard Danzi's words and swallowed hard. He froze momentarily when the young warrior mentioned Haz'matiel. The ranger himself had considered committing ritual suicide during Neroon's pursuit of him. "Good, you can accompany me, but once we arrive at Medlab you wait outside."

Stephen Franklin had been working late and was about to leave Medlab to get some sleep when he saw a dark silhouette in the corridor. It made him feel uncomfortable. There weren't that many people around at this late hour. Cautionally, he checked for the PPG in the drawer of his desk.

"Stephen? Are you in there?"

Franklin relaxed as he recognised Marcus Cole's voice, but wondered what the ranger was doing on Babylon 5. "Marcus? I didn't know you were here." Stephen walked over to the door and opened it. He didn't expect to see his friend dressed the way he was.

Marcus raised a hand and tried to smother the comment he knew the doctor was about to make.

Stephen realized that he was staring at Marcus.

"Can I come inside or am I interrupting something?"

Now that Franklin was studying his friend's expression, he noticed the haunted look in the ranger's eyes. "Of course, come inside." Seating themselves, Stephen waited for Marcus to speak. The ranger was fumbling the cloth of his cloak. It told the doctor that Marcus was nervous.

"I had those nightmares again. Danzi had to wake me. You told me that I could talk to you if I needed to."

Franklin nodded. There were a lot of questions swirling through his head; like what was Marcus doing here on Babylon 5 dressed the way he was? But the doctor ignored that question and concentrated on his patient. He was about to ask Marcus about the nightmares when the lights suddenly dropped. A moment later, the lights were gone and only complete darkness remained.

"Light normal setting." Franklin growled. Why did this have to happen right now? Just when Marcus was going to open up to him!

"What's wrong?"

No longer able to see a thing, Stephen cursed. "Computer, restore lights."

"Ah, Stephen, I think something went very wrong. All power seems to have gone." The ranger was right.

Stephen heard the nervous timbre in Marcus' voice and knew that his friend was on the edge of a nervous breakdown. This could go either way; the ranger could crumble or defeat his fear.

Marcus was trying hard to hold onto his composure. He hated the darkness. It reminded him of the time that he had been blind. He was trembling… Then he heard a sound. Reacting immediately, he lunged over to the place where he knew Stephen was seated and pulled him down to the floor.

"Marcus? What the hell?"

"Stephen, we're not alone. Did you hear that sound?"

"What sound?"

Closing his eyes, Marcus tried to scan his surroundings the way Shahaam had taught him. There was no time to be afraid or to think about the nightmares.

"A pike has been opened."

"A Minbari is here as well?" Franklin wondered what the hell was going on. Why would a Minbari sneak in here and kill the power supply? He was momentarily thrown aback as he felt something inside his mind.

" Sorry, Stephen... my mistake. It won't happen a second time." Berating himself for touching Stephen's mind, he continued the scan and managed to pick up on something. It was definitely a Minbari. He read Shakiri's name in the intruder's mind. When would he be free of the former Shai Alit?

The doctor felt Marcus retrieve from his mind and sighed. He had completely forgotten that Marcus was a telepath. He felt his friend move closer and the ranger spoke as softly as possible.

"Remember that someone slipped Neroon those drugs? I think that Minbari has found us... and he's not having nice thoughts, Stephen."

"Now what?"

Marcus had asked himself that same question moments earlier.

"He wants to kill me. I'll try to play decoy and perhaps I can beat him. You might want to find a way to contact security. Mr Garibaldi saved my life the last time I was in deep trouble. He might be persuaded to help me out a second time."

"Are you sure about that, Marcus? I can help."

"No Stephen you can't. Just get yourself into safety."

Cursing, Stephen knew Marcus was right. A sudden thought struck him. "Where's Danzi?"

"I left him outside Medlab... I hope nothing bad happened to him. Bugger. Get going, Stephen. I think I know where the intruder is. I will distract him."

Stephen noticed that Marcus' voice didn't tremble anymore. It carried determination. Somehow the doctor knew that Marcus had managed to beat his fear. Crawling over the floor, Franklin looked up and saw some flashes in the darkness. Pikes clashed and Franklin lurched for the door to get help.

Pikes clashed hard and Marcus was grateful he wasn't injured any longer. Well, he might be at the end of this fight. The Minbari had the definite advantage here; his eyesight being a lot better in the dark. Closing his eyes, Marcus remembered all Master Durhann had taught him about fighting in the dark. The ranger was determined to even up the score a bit and reached out with his mind. Knowing that the intruder wanted to kill him, made Marcus alert. Swirling around, Marcus managed to deal a painful blow to the side of his attacker's head. Marcus knew he was faster and he had to use that advantage. The Minbari might be the stronger one, but Marcus was determined to win this fight. He had no intention of dying yet. Feeling the rage inside the Minbari build, Marcus managed to block the attack.

They fought in silence, no words were spoken. Lowering his pike, the ranger tried to lure the Minbari into attacking him. The Minbari realized his opportunity and tried to sweep the human of his feet. That was what Marcus had been hoping for. Leaping in the air, he delivered a spinning dropkick to the chest of the intruder. The kick made the Minbari fall to his knees and Marcus realized he had the upper hand at the moment. He knew he couldn't afford to hold back and channelled all his anger, pain and hurt into one devastating blow. Marcus finally released all his rage, momentarily defeating the darkness inside him. He tried not to listen to the snapping bones as his pike connected with the Minbari's head.

Stephen managed to push open the door and crawled outside on all fours. The light blinded him as he tried to orientate himself. A moan close to him attracted his attention and as his eyes focused, he realized that Danzi was lying in the corridor, hardly conscious and clutching his head. There was blood on Danzi's hands and Stephen moved closer to see if he could help the Minbari. Then he was going to access a Bab com unit.

He cursed, why the hell had he removed his hand communicator in the first place? I needed to get that paperwork done and didn't want to be interrupted so I left it in the locker...I was off duty anyway.

"Danzi?" Relieved that the warrior opened his eyes, Franklin checked on him quickly and reached the conclusion that the Minbari was going to live. "Stay off your feet. I'm going to contact security." Franklin was struggling to get to his feet as he felt Danzi's hands pulling him back.

"Where... is Marcus?"

"In there... with some Minbari warrior. I have to get going now." Stephen didn't wait any longer and ran down the corridor.

Danzi fought his vertigo and wiped the blood from his face. He rose slowly to his feet and tried to remember what had happened. The only thing that came to mind was a smashing blow to the back of his head. He had been out smarted and attacked from behind. Growling, he realized that he had failed to safeguard his Alit and he was angry with himself for being sloppy. Pushing open the door, he was stopped in his tracks by the descending darkness. His eyes had to adjust before he could move forward. Scanning the rooms, he saw two figures in the darkness. One of them was lowering his pike to smash the other's skull.

"Marcus?" Danzi had never moved faster and he completely forgot about his injury. The pike hit its target and Danzi was stunned to see that it was Marcus who had delivered that blow. Allowing a sigh to break through, Danzi moved to the ranger's side. At that moment the power came back online and the lights flashed bright.

Slightly breathless, Marcus fought to calm his breathing down. He had never thought that he would be capable of taking a Minbari down. Hardly realizing that Danzi was standing next to him, Marcus kept an eye on the fallen Minbari who was still alive.

"I need to get out of here." Marcus staggered on his feet, but didn't fall. Danzi nodded and followed the ranger into the corridor where security guards led by Zack Allen were preparing to enter the room.

"The intruder is unconscious. You can go and get him," Stephen said.

Marcus leaned against the wall and collapsed his pike. I didn't fall, Neroon... By Valen, I took him down myself. He was still trying to catch his breath when Stephen reappeared.

"Are you all right, Marcus? Danzi, you're injured."

"Just a minor injury, doctor."

The ranger heard the words Franklin and Danzi were speaking, but didn't react to them. He was still too wrapped up in the fact that he had managed to defeat his fear.

Three days later --Minbar-

Marcus was pacing Neroon's study impatiently. He had arrived at Neroon's stronghold some hours ago and Shahaam had been there to welcome him. Marcus had ordered Danzi to get some rest and the young Minbari had reluctantly complied. Stephen had examined the Minbari back on Babylon 5 and had concluded that the blow had resulted in a severe concussion. During these three last days a lot had changed for Marcus. Fighting Shakiri's accomplice had made him shake off some of his fear. The nightmares he had were less frightful. And ever so often an erotic dream slipped into his mind. Those erotic dreams were so intense that he often awoke covered in sweat and tangled in damp sheets. His body was throbbing with desire and driving him insane with lust. Bloody hormones! The deep urge to feel Neroon underneath him, calling out his name, was enough to make the ranger instantly erect. Cursing, Marcus tried to control his arousal and couldn't help wondering if Neroon was also aching with desire for him.

Minbari War Cruiser ' Zaran '

Two more hours and I will be home. Neroon tried to study the nine names Delenn had given him. She had insisted that the Worker Caste should be given the majority of the seats in the Grey council; this Caste had suffered most from the wars. Neroon didn't really like that idea, but realized the wisdom in her choice. He placed the piece of paper on his desk and signed his name next to Delenn's, making the document official. After he had been successful in subduing the rebels, he had managed to restore order and some degree of peace in the cities. The new Grey Council had to make sure that the fragile balance would stay intact. Now that his work here was done, he was looking forward to returning home where Marcus would be waiting for him. Danzi had informed him of the incident in Medlab and Neroon had been immensely relieved to hear that Marcus had been victorious. The name of his lover brought back memories of the last time they had been together. It had been a blissful combination of love and lust that had overwhelmed them both. Neroon found himself hungry for Marcus' touch.

It took the War Cruiser 2 hours to reach Minbar. Upon arriving at his stronghold, Neroon forced himself to visit Danzi first. The young Warrior was his responsibility and he had to make sure that Danzi's injuries were taken care of. As he walked into Danzi's rooms, Neroon saw the guilty look in the Minbari's eyes.

"Alit, I failed you and him. I allowed an attacker to get close to him."

Neroon silenced him, raising his gloved hand. "You did the best you could, Danzi. Rest now, we will discuss this later."

Danzi managed to bow slightly; his head still reeling from the blow and the vertigo made him feel nausea.

Neroon locked eyes with him. "I will not accept you blaming yourself in this matter and that's an order."

Danzi smiled hesitantly.

Trying desperately to control his impatience to see Neroon again, Marcus decided to try some meditation. He succeeded in calming his mind. He had slipped into another level of consciousness as he suddenly realized that someone was running fingers over the back of his neck. He felt how his hair was stroked back and moist lips brushed his skin.

"Neroon... " The ranger sensed how Neroon's hands stole into his uniform to caress the softness of the skin there.

"Marcus, did you miss me?" The only answer Neroon got was a whimpering moan as he sat down behind the ranger. Neroon pulled him closer.

"Your absence almost drove me insane, Neroon. I need you."

The warrior embraced Marcus even tighter. Marcus sighed as he felt the strong arms wrapped around him and surrendered to Neroon's caresses. He shivered as Neroon kissed the back of his neck. Neroon smiled affectionately as he felt how the ranger pressed his body closer to his.

"The dreams have changed..." Marcus gasped, trying to concentrate in order to form a coherent sentence, feeling Neroon this close to him after being separated..

"In what way?"

"The nightmares... aren't that strong any more and I even had erotic dreams... about you and me." The ranger turned in the embrace and Neroon proceeded to kiss his lover breathlessly. Marcus rested in Neroon's arms. He softly caressed the Minbari's face.

"There will be countless nights of pleasure...I promise."

Hearing that promise, Marcus relaxed in Neroon's embrace and knew that his choice to stay with Neroon had been the right one.

The end