From: KaEnterkin@aol.com Subject: Intersections Date: Sat, 6 Mar 1999 21:42:27 EST Intersections Disclaimer: Everyone, and I do mean everyone in this story belongs to Warner Bros, TNT, PTEN, and JMS. I just like playing around in the B5 universe on occasion. The story and idea to match are all mine. Note that every character in this story is a character on Babylon 5. If you wan't to know who is who, or just confirm who I meant to be whom, just e-mail me and I'll send you the list. kaenterkin@aol.com ***Prologue: Death His body would never be found, and the legend would continue for a thousand years, that much he knew. He was dying, that he knew as well. He had gone there to die, away from his family, away from his Rangers, away from everybody. As he lay on the grass, he began to wonder what had happened to the friends he had left behind Catherine, Michael, Marcus, Susan, and Delenn. His daughter reminded him of Delenn, she had even been named after Delenn. He stared up into the sky looking for the star that he still considered home, even after all the long years. He knew he couldn't see his home star from where he was, but it didn't matter. He closed his eyes and imagined that he could see it. As he lay there, he drifted off into an endless sleep. A musical voice came from the darkness of a nearby cave as he passed beyond the veil. "It is over. The circle is closed." ***The Warrior "David. Where have you been? His lordship's animals need to be feed." His mother asked as he walked into the house. "Yes mum." He answered contritely. There was no need to tell her that he had been cleaning the Duke's stables. One of the Duke's pages payed him a few pence a month to help keep the stables clean. Making yourself known to the nobility was the olny way to become a knight if you were born to pesants, as he had been. Knighthood was after all, his one goal. Today he had discovered the one opportunity he may ever have to earn that goal. The king had asked his nobles to send sturdy men from each of their provences. David was only fourteen, but he knew he could accompany the soliers as a page. *** "Squire! Squire, I've been sent to find your commander, where is he?" The young page was panting as he ran into the tent. David looked at the young man and remembered his own youth. "He was killed yesterday. I'm in charge now." "Then squire, I have been sent to find you. The enemy is trying to break the seige. You must send all your troops to the wall." "I can't. Most of the troops died with our commander." "I'll go with you squire." "How old are you boy?" David knew that the boy couldn't be more than fifteen, but he also needed any help he could get. "Almost fifteen squire. I know I'm young squire, but my brother was killed a few days ago. I want to do something for him." Seeing the anguish in the young boy's eyes, David knew he could not decline without hurting the boy. "Come with me." "Thank you squire." *** David knew that the arrow had been poisined. He could feel the pain in his chest and knew that he was to die. As he stared into the sky, he thought he saw an angel looking down at him. As the life passed from his body he thought he heard it say "Too young." ***The Worker Duren stood back from his work admiring it. "It is a fine bridge." he thought. "Admiring yourself again Duren?" Duren jumped at the sound of his name. "Yes." he answered as he looked at his new companion. He had been her apprencice for several years and had come to appreciate her knowledge of engineering, and her dedication to their caste. "Sandoval has passed beyond the veil." "He was a credit to our caste." He knew not to ask who would be chosen to replace Sandoval. The caste would choose the replacement as they felt best. As a true member of the worker caste, he believed that the leaders of the caste knew best. He didn't have long to wait though, as she continued speaking. "I have been asked to replace Sandoval in the Grey Council. I will of course need an aide." Immediately Duren looked down as was required when speaking to a member of the Grey Council. "I would be honored Satai." "Look at me Duren." "But Satai, it is forbidden." "Duren, I am not yet satai. When I am satai, I can not have an aide who will not look up. You would be forever walking into things" As he looked up at her, he realized that she was the logical choice for the position. She was reputed to resemble Valen's own daughter, in both looks and personality. "Of course Satai." *** Mayan was dead. There was no use pretending that she had simply passed beyond the veil. She was gone from his life forever. "I'm sorry Duren, she was a credit to the caste." "Yes Jemer, she was." He looked at the older Minbari. Jemer had been Mayan's friend for many years and had argued for her position on the council. "She selected you as her replacement you know." "I know. I will take her place on the council when we return to the Council's ship." *** Duren was staring out into hyperspace from the life pod. His ship had been disabled shortly after entering hyperspace. He knew he was dying, and had resigned himself to that fate. He closed his eyes to meditate and conserve air. As his life faded from him, he thought he heard a voice. "You are not yet ready." ***The Priest "Your men need time off Captain." Reverend Jefferies "My men are fine reverend." Captain Johnson was clearly angered. "What right do you have to tell me when my men need rest?" "What right? Captain, I'm the company chaplin, that's what right I have. When was the last time you saw your family?" "Six months." Johnson lied. He hadn't seen Lynn and David in almost a year. "Look reverend, I know you're worried about Kate, why don't you take a few day's leave." "What good is leave going to do me sir. She's dead." He knew she was gone. He could feel it. She had been a nurse in the red cross unit stationed in the next town. Two days before, the city had been destroyed in a nighttime bombing. "You don't know that." "I'm sorry sir, but I do." Jefferies turned and walked out of the captain's office, a tent that had been set up on their base. A handsome young man spotted him in the distance and started running toward him. "Reverend Jefferies, Reverend!" Jefferies looked toward the approacing figure. "Dr. Stevens? Dr. Stevens, you're alive. How..." "I was on leave when the unit was destroyed." Jefferies hopes crashed instantly. Maybe, just maybe if Dr. Stevens had survived the attack, then perhaps... "You were on leave. Then that explains..." He broke off his thought. He didn't want to think that Kate might be dead. "I'm sorry. If it helps, she died quickly." "Then she is gone." *** He was praying in the chapel when the attack began. He knew what would hapen to him, but he just stayed. The flash from the bomb hit just before he heard the explosion. "Funny," he thought "if this is what Kate felt like when she died. It's not so bad." He opened his eyes and saw the rubble around him. He was pinned by a rafter that had fallen from the roof. As he looked to the altar he saw a figure watching him. "Who are you?" he asked "What do you want? Why are you here?" "It is not yet time." "Time for what?" he wondered as life ended. ***The Satai The acolyte looked nervous as she walked through the halls of the Grey Council's ship. She turned a corner and immediately lowered her eyes. "There you are. You must be my new aide." "Yes master." "Look up at me child." "But master it is forbidden." "I can not have an aide who is always looking down. You will be forever walking into things." The acolyte looked up at Sendral. He was said to be the greatest leader of the Grey Council since Valen himself nearly 800 years before. It was an honor to be selected as his aide, but she wasn't sure why she had ben selected. *** The acolyte left Sendral's chambers and spoke to the doctors. "He is dying isn't he?" "Yes. He has chosen you as his replacement." "Yes." *** Sendral was alone in the room As he lay at a 45 degree angle on the bed he passed into a light sleep. A figure appeared to him in his dreams. "I remember you." he said. "It is time." "Time for what? The last time I saw you you said it was not yet time. Answer me." "You are an old soul at the beginning of life. It is time." ***Epilogue: Birth "Mr. Sinclair?" the nurse looked at the man in the maternity ward of the hospital. "Mr. Sinclair, you should hurry. Your wife is about to give birth."