name = Abra Mitchell
email = abra_mitchell@hotmail.com
title = A Patriot's Redemption
warnings = 
story =         A Patriot's Redemption
By Abra Mitchell (abra_mitchell@hotmail.com)
PG-13. Babylon 5. Londo Mollari et al

DISCLAIMER: Babylon 5 and Londo Mollari are copyright by JMS, 
Warner Brothers, and TNT. This story is for fan enjoyment only 
and is not intended to infringe on that copyright.
SUMMARY: For Londo, death is just another stage in his road 
to redemption.
TIME LINE: This story takes place about 20 years after Babylon 
5 ends. The story contains SPOILERS through "The Very Long Night 
of Londo Mollari". It also includes some minor SPOILERS for 
the novel "The Shadow Within".

G'Kar's fingers dug into his neck as his own fingers dug 
into G'Kar's neck. A homicidal rage burned in both men's blood, 
but Londo's rage was tempered by calm peace. He had dreamed 
of his death for decades. He still wanted to live, to find a 
way to redeem himself and save his people, but he knew that he 
was meant to die on this day. He had done the three things that 
ensured his redemption, but he had no idea how he could be 
redeemed when he was dying. A part of him was relieved to leave 
this cruel universe behind and his mistakes, the mistakes that 
had caused millions of deaths and helped to destroy his own 
people.
"Give me this and the safety of my people and let 
the rest of the galaxy burn. I don't care anymore," Londo 
had said upon the death of Adira. Yet even then a part of him, 
the angelic part that had nearly killed him trying to escape, 
had cared and silently cried for someone, something, to save 
him from himself. 
The angelic soul's attempt to escape had nearly killed 
him years before when he was still an Ambassador to Babylon 5. 
He had despised those days, but in the end they were the best 
days of his life. Dying, he had asked if anyone back home would 
really miss him if he died and he had been assured that they 
would not. Foolishly and blindly, he had taken the answer as a 
confirmation that his life was meaningless forgetting about the 
people on the station. Vir would have missed him. Even now, Vir 
would miss him when he died. Vir was a good man and a doomed man 
who for some unfathomable reason cared about Londo beyond the 
call of duty. Delenn would miss him. Sheridan would miss him. 
Ivanova would have missed him had she still been around. 
Garibaldi would have missed him. Probably even Lennier and Mr. 
Allen would have missed him. 
G'Kar would have missed him. During his years on 
Babylon 5 a part of him had wondered whether he and G'Kar could 
survive without the other one. They hated each other beyond 
comprehension and yet they were bound together more closely 
than Delenn and Sheridan. 
G'Kar had provided the key to his survival. He had 
apologized to G'Kar and delayed his own death. He had assured 
that prophecy would be served. He had ensured that he would be 
Emperor long after he had grown to despise the job. He had 
ensured that Vir, possibly the only Centauri who truly deserved 
to be Emperor, would succeed him as Emperor. 
This time there would be no second chance. He and G'Kar 
would kill each other and the universe would continue minus them 
and someday minus their people. For Londo knew with utter certainty 
that his people and G'Kar's would eventually be gone, destroyed by 
their hatred. Their redemption would come too late. The universe 
is a cruel and evil place and sometimes the fallen can not be 
redeemed.
The lack of oxygen was making him light headed and G'Kar 
was in no better shape.
With his last conscious thought of life, Londo thought, 
"When Morden asked me what I wanted I answered foolishly. I 
should have asked for the eternal safety of my people and if that 
meant living with the Narn, I should have accepted it. I am 
truly sorry G'Kar, for both of us. May the Great Maker forgive 
both of us."  
The universe went forever dark for both men and with 
their deaths any hope for the Centauri and Narn died.

Londo awoke confused. He was dead. He knew with utter 
certainty that he was not being given a second chance. His body 
was too light to be real and he knew with utter certainty that it 
was just a projection of his soul. 
He opened his eyes and seeing an infinite number of Londo 
Mollaris surrounding him, he groaned and passed out.
"I told you this was a bad idea. It is too much for him 
to absorb at once. We are he. We should have known," one Londo 
said.
"He is us. He should know us," another Londo said.
"Were any of us ready for the rest when we arrived?" 
a third Londo asked. "Only those Londos he expects and 
comprehends should be here. And someone find some G'Kars. 
Empires may rise and fall, but we seem destined to be together 
everywhere."
"I knew no G'Kar," a fourth Londo, a child, commented.
"Yes, but had you lived you would have met him. We 
always do. Now leave before he regains consciousness and faints 
again," Londo Two ordered and the rest left.

Londo Mollari (henceforth referred to as Londo Mollari 
One a.k.a. "our Londo") opened his eyes again. "I am dead."
"Yes. We all are dead. The living have such a limited 
view of the afterlife. You expect to see the people you knew in 
life, but only in the life you lived. The afterlife is greater. 
It gives the chance to meet all the people you met or could have 
met in any universe, including yourself. I am the Londo that died 
because he could not say I'm sorry to G'Kar," the second Londo 
explained.
"If I still had a real head, this would be giving me a 
headache. The Day of the Dead ceremony was confusing enough," 
Londo groaned. "I do vaguely remember some ridiculous theory 
about there being an infinite number of universes based on every 
possible probability."
"Actually, there are an infinite number of universes based 
on both possible and impossible possibilities. In the afterlife the 
boundaries between them are gone. Once I died, there were a 
million possibilities. In most of them G'Kar died shortly after 
my death. I can't get rid of him even in death, especially in 
death," the second Londo explained.
"I need a drink," Londo One complained.
"There are no drinks here. No drinks or food," Londo Two 
explained. "Nothing except companionship and knowledge. It is 
a great freedom to be dead. Self-interest is irrelevant since 
you have no physical self."
"If you are me, how can you say that self-interest is 
irrelevant?" Londo One asked. "Who are you really?"
"I am Londo Mollari, former Ambassador to Babylon 5. I 
am the man who loved Adira. Your Adira is waiting for you, 
Londo. You may see her shortly. You got your wish. You said 
that you would give up all your power to have her again. Now 
you will have her for eternity if you wish and nobody, not Morden, 
not your family, nobody can ever take her away from you again," 
Londo Two explained. "I have spent months of the living's time 
alone with her since I died."
"Then I am forgiven? I am in heaven?" Londo One asked. 
"Or Hell. An infinite number of Mordens are here. An 
infinite number of G'Kars are here. Even us Londos sometimes 
annoy each other," Londo Two explained. "I want to introduce you 
to some of the other Londos."
"Speaking of introductions, where is G'Kar? He must also 
be dead," Londo One asked.
"He is. You will see him in time. Both of you need to 
become accustomed to being dead," Londo Two explained.

"Londo," Londo Two called to two other Londos.
"Hello, Londo. We have been waiting," Londo Three walked over.
"Which Londo are you?" Londo asked.
"I am the Londo that was killed in an explosion because 
G'Kar refused to get help," Londo Three replied. "Worst of all, 
G'Kar survived and made a deal with a monster named Mr. Morden 
to eliminate the Centauri. He has nearly succeeded, but I take 
great comfort in the fact that the Vorlons destroyed the Narn 
homeworld. Almost all of the Narn are dead. Such fools!"
Londo One looked at Londo Two for support in his belief 
that this was madness, but there was none. Instead he turned to 
Londo Four, "And which Londo are you?"
"I am a Londo who was killed on Z'ha'dum," Londo Four 
explained.
"But I was never on Z'ha'dum," Londo One protested.
"I know. But I was. Every possibility exists in creation. 
In my universe, the humans and Minbari are gone. The humans were 
eliminated in the Earth-Minbari War and with the pre-mature death 
of Sinclair, Minbari society collapsed. The Minbari never learned 
that Sinclair was Valen and by preventing him from going back in 
time and bringing Babylon 4 with him, the Minbari disappeared. It 
is said that they perished during the last war between the Vorlons 
and the Shadows. I was the one who journeyed to Z'ha'dum to stop 
the Shadows," Londo Four explained. "Many of me survived, but I 
did not."
"This is madness. This is Hell. Delenn was right. There 
is too much blood on the card for me to read it," Londo One raved. 
"Letting Sheridan go, all of it, was for nothing."
"You have too much blood on your hands for any God to 
forgive you, Londo," Londo Three told Londo One. "However, an 
infinite number of Londo Mollaris have been forgiven and an infinite 
more have no need for forgiveness. Let me show you something. Come."
Londo One followed. 
"Look," Londo Three commanded, pointing to a window.
Londo One looked and gasped. Beyond the window stood Londo, 
G'Kar, and the first Kosh on Babylon 5.
"You should let the humans and Minbari pass. They are a 
dying race. You are the future," the Kosh beyond the window told 
Londo and G'Kar.
"Who, the humans or the Minbari?" the Londo beyond the window 
asked.
"Yes," Kosh replied.
Londo One turned back to Londo Three in shock. "Are they 
really dying races?"
"In that universe they are. In yours, they are predicted 
to survive to eventually pass beyond the Great Rim," Londo Three 
explained. "In your universe, Kosh had a similar conversation with 
Sheridan except it is your Centauri and your Narn who are the 
dying races."
"No!" Londo screamed. "No! My death I can accept. My 
damnation I can not accept, but the universe is a cruel place. 
I will not accept the death of my people. I have seen the ships 
in the sky of Centauri Prime in my dreams for years and I have 
seen the destruction of our cities, but the Centauri must survive. 
Everything I have done was for my people. I damned myself for my 
people. I made a deal with Morden for my people. I invited G'Kar 
to kill me for the ultimate good of my people. No! Even the universe 
can not be this cruel. My people! The galaxy may burn, but give me 
the safety of my people. I will do anything. Tell me that my people 
are not doomed."
"I am sorry, Mollari," Londo Three did indeed look sorry. 
"It is too late. There is too much blood. Too many opportunities 
have passed. My sacrifice for the Emperor in my universe saved us 
by preventing me for making a deal with Morden, but you made that 
deal."
"Morden. May he be the most damned. How I did enjoy seeing 
his sightless eyes looking down on the royal grounds," Londo One 
spat. "See the Centauri Ruins from nine to five. Will there be any 
ruins left?"
"I don't know," Londo Three answered. "We can not see the 
future. We can only see the past and the present. Come, I have 
someone I want you to see."
"Adira?" Londo One asked hopefully.
"Not yet. Be patient. You have eternity to be with her," 
Londo Three scolded.
Londo One followed Londo Three and then froze, hatred 
consuming him as he looked at the face of his damnation. 
"Mr. Morden."
"Do I know you?" Mr. Morden asked, confused. "Did we 
meet before the expedition?"
"Do you know me? You destroyed my world! You killed 
Adira! You...! Do you know me? If you were not dead, I kill you 
again," Londo One raved, blinded by hatred. 
"I don't know what you are talking about," Mr. Morden 
looked hurt. "I have never killed anyone. I tried to save them, 
but in the end I had no choice. It was die or serve them and I 
could not serve them. Not even for my wife and daughter."
"Wife and daughter? Don't tell me you reproduced," 
Londo was beyond rage. 
"Yes, I have a wife and daughter. They arrived before 
me having been killed in an accident at the Io jumpgate," Mr. 
Morden explained. "Why are you interrogating me?"
"Mr. Morden, when did you arrive here?" Londo Three 
asked.
"I was serving on an expedition under Dr. Chang on 
Z'ha'dum. I was a translator. Earth was interested in the 
technology. We were attacked by...  something on the planet. 
The rest of the team was killed. Sheridan and I were the 
last survivors. We were given a choice to serve them or to 
die. They promised to save my missing wife and child, but I 
refused to serve them. We used the mouse to kill ourselves.
They have no interest in the dead," Mr. Morden explained.
"There was no expedition to Z'ha'dum. Sheridan was 
tricked into going there," Londo One argued. "This is madness. 
This is worse than madness."
"Sheridan was not tricked into going to Z'ha'dum. She 
was invited by Dr. Chang after she found the mouse," Mr. Morden 
argued.
"She? I admit humans all seem alike at times, but 
President Sheridan is not a woman," Londo One argued.
"President Sheridan? What are you talking about?" Mr. 
Morden asked. "Sheridan was an archeologist."
"I think everything should be clear now, Londo," Londo 
Three smiled slightly. "This Mr. Morden is not the one you knew. 
This Mr. Morden refused to serve the Shadows."
"I see. I assume you knew a Mr. Morden in your universe," 
Mr. Morden realized.
"Knew him? I had him executed and placed his head on a 
pole over looking the royal palace on Centauri Prime. Looking 
back, it was too good for him. I should have had him dissected 
alive or made him watch as his associates left him," Londo One 
ranted. "I should have found more ways to pay him back for his 
crimes. What do you want? I want him to have never existed. I want 
him to have never visited Babylon 5."
"I see," Mr. Morden looked sad. "Then I agreed to serve them."
"Agreed? You loved serving them. I hated your smug smile 
every time you mentioned them. I loved watching your face as I blew 
up your associates leaving you all alone," Londo One manic smile 
made Mr. Morden step back.
"A fate worse than death for me to deserve your hatred," Mr. 
Morden frowned and for the first time Londo noticed the permanent 
sad expression on Mr. Morden's face so different from the 
self-assured one he had known. "I have to go. My wife and kids are 
waiting for me."
Londo stood silently, confused, as Mr. Morden joined an 
attractive woman and a smiling little girl.
"Where is my Mr. Morden?" Londo One asked.
"That is a rather complicated question," Londo Three explained. 
"Neither of our Mr. Mordens died at once. Their souls were slowly 
killed as they served the Shadows and by the time their bodies died 
their souls had already seeped away. You can never meet your Mr. 
Morden. He is not a full soul. There are stories of men like him in 
our mythology, but we never heard those stories in life. They were 
not deemed important for anyone who looks good in purple."
"Good," Londo One smiled. "I would hate to think that any 
piece of that monster lived."
Londo Three frowned, but said nothing.
"Now, that we have that unpleasantness out of the way, may 
I please see Adira. I have waited too many years to see her," Londo 
One.
"Not yet. You must learn patience, Londo. We all learn 
patience here. Maybe a kind face will make things easier for you," 
Londo Three said with a hint of compassion. "We have an old friend 
from my universe who will no doubt is waiting for me."
"Who?" Londo asked. 
"You will see. Or rather you will hear. He tends to be rather 
enthusiastic," Londo Three smiled slightly.
Seeing a Centauri man talking to a young Minbari, Londo One 
smiled slightly. "Vir."
"Londo, there you are," Vir walked overto them. "Where were 
you? Lennier and I have been talking for almost a week. Oh, which 
Londo are you? Are you new here?"
"Vir?" Londo One asked, pleased despite himself to see his 
former attaché. 
"Londo, this is the Vir from my universe. Vir, this is a 
new Londo," Londo Three introduced the two.
"So how did you die?" Vir asked calmly, as if asking about 
the weather.
"I was strangled by G'Kar," Londo explained reluctantly. 
"How did you die?"
"I was killed when Centauri Prime was attacked by the 
Shadows. The Shadows sided with the Narns," Vir explained. "All of us 
are here now."
Londo felt a deep chill. "All of us, whom? From Babylon 5?"
Vir gave Londo a look showing that he knew that Londo knew 
who Vir meant. "No, us, the Centauri."
"No!" Londo screamed again in agony. 
"When the Shadow's emissary came to Babylon 5, your replacement 
could not think of a good answer to his question," Vir explained.
"Vir, the only good answer to Mr. Morden's question is to 
want him to disappear and never come back," Londo said painfully. 
"I know. I told him what I wanted and it killed me."
"But your people still exist," Vir argued. "Mine are gone 
forever. As are the Narn and the Humans."
"The humans?" Londo questioned. 
"The humans were touched by the Shadows and the Vorlons 
destroyed them," Vir explained.
"Mollari!" a familiar Narn voice sounded behind him. 
"Which one are you? I keep running into you everywhere I go 
except they aren't you. One of you was more than enough."
"Who do you think I am? I am the one you just strangled," 
Londo snapped back. "Can't you let me rest in peace?"
"No," G'Kar laughed, but there was an edge to it. "I 
have been hearing the most interesting stories. There are universes 
where the Shadows and Vorlons left the galaxy centuries and 
millennia ago."
"But not our universe. Did you know that both of our 
peoples are doomed?" Londo cried in pain. The hurt that his 
words could inflict on G'Kar were equal to the pain he felt at 
the knowledge. 
G'Kar opened his mouth to say something and then stopped, 
staring at Londo. "You are lying, Mollari."
"If I were, what would you do? You have already killed 
me. No, I am not lying. I might lie about many thinks G'Kar, but 
I would never lie and tell you that the Centauri would be doomed," 
Londo informed him angrily.
G'Kar paused. "No, you would not. You could never accept 
the knowledge that your own mistakes have destroyed your people. 
The irony... The great patriot has caused the fall of his own 
people and there is nothing that can be done to save them."
G'Kar began to laugh and Londo, unable to stand the 
laughter, angrily responded, "Your people are also dying. 
All your work, all your sacrifices were for nothing. The noble 
G'Kar will quickly be forgotten since there will be no more 
Narn left."
As the realization of Londo's words sunk in, G'Kar's 
laughter turned to rage and he let out a scream of pain so horrible 
that for a brief second even Londo felt sympathy for G'Kar. The site 
of the proud G'Kar, the Narn who had refused to scream when 
Cartagia whipped him, crying and temporarily broken was painful to 
see and the Vir that had been talking to Londo left, cringing. 
Londo One did nothing, but turn his head away and wish that he had 
made different choices.
Within a few minute G'Kar's raging grief, a frightening 
sight even to Londo, was put aside and the two men looked at each 
other. The pain and the horrible irony of the situation bore down 
on each man equally. For just as they had died with the other's 
hand around their throat so too would their species die with their 
metaphorical hands around each other's throat. Everything that both 
men had worked for, everything that they had sacrificed, was for 
nothing. Their own actions had destroyed their own people. It was 
the worst fate that could befall on patriots.
"Mollari," Londo Three called. "You must go. It is time 
for you to meet someone." 
"I will see you again, G'Kar," Londo said almost civilly, 
but with irony. They were bound together if only by their hatred 
and cruel fate.
"You always do," G'Kar replied with equal irony. 
"Now who is it that I have to see?" Londo One asked annoyed.
"Come, it is time," Londo Three answered.
Londo One muttered something about Kosh.
Londo One entered the room Londo Three had opened for him. 
On a large bed laid a scantly dressed Adira, his Adira.
"Hello, Londo. I have been waiting for you," Adira smiled.
Londo found himself responding to her on instinct and their 
night together was as sweet as it could be when neither had a real 
physical body, but as it neared dawn Londo felt an intense wave of 
sadness wash over him and he wished he had died younger when he could 
still enjoy it. For as much as he loved Adira he knew he would spend 
eternity regretting his decisions and living with the guilt for his
actions. 
A tear ran down Londo's face. Adira saw the tear and gently 
led him to a window. "Look, Londo."
Londo looked and down below in another universe Londo saw 
another version of himself and G'Kar standing on a platform. 
"Long live the Centauri," the other Londo called.
"And long live the Narn," G'Kar called and the other Londo 
nodded.
Looking out the window Londo wondered whether he was in 
either heaven or hell. Adira stood by his side, and soon the only 
other people he had ever cared about would be joining them- Garibaldi, 
Vir, Delenn, Sheridan,...- but even their presence and the ability to 
see other universes where the Centauri prospered would remind him 
of his failures and of the cruel fact that in his universe he had 
so much blood on his hands that no god could forgive him.
THE END
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