From anna@zhadum.com Fri Jan 10 10:54:56 1997 Date: Wed, 1 Jan 1997 15:44:50 +0000 From: Angel Trinkle To: b5-creative@lists.best.com Subject: Knowing Too Much, 1/1 I wrote this during the midst of the debate over Delenn's motivations in not telling Sheridan everything, especially about Anna. It emerged as a fragment, and stubbornly remained a fragment, and since the last changes on it were in May, I decided to post it like it is-- as a missing scene from ItSoZ. Knowing Too Much a missing scene from "In the Shadow of Z'ha'dum" Delenn sighed deeply as the bedroom door shut behind her. She had not told him. It had nearly torn her apart, both the decision and the not-telling, but she knew it was best for all of them. The woman who now answered to the name Anna Sheridan was not the same woman the captain had married ten years ago. She had been changed, altered, darkened by the Shadows. Her soul had been marred. She would never again be whole. Delenn knew this. Kosh had shown her the survivors; Drall had told her of them. But it didn't hurt any less. His vemanence, his irrationality, had frightened her. Who had Anna been, that the captain responded so fully and furiously to Morden, to his crewmates, to Delenn herself? Delenn bit her lip, picked up her brush, and began to run it through her hair. She'd discovered it to be strangely soothing. She heard Lennier moving around in the outer room, and felt a sudden flash of jealousy. To be that young and that certain again! And certainty was what she'd lost all grasp on since her transformation. She hadn't expected everyone to turn against her; everyone except Lennier. And the captain. Sheridan hadn't known her before; he was notorious to her people; yet he treated her with complete fairness when her own people no longer did. He was fair and friendly and-- gentle. Delenn glanced in the mirror as the heat filled her cheeks, and saw them flush red. she recognized from her studies. It was thinking about Sheridan that did it to her. His smile, and his laugh, and-- she blushed harder. She stood up, straightened her robes. This was not appropriate behavior for the Minbari ambassador, to be blushing like a-- like a-- she didn't know what kind of person was wont to have such thoughts as to make them blush, but she knew it wasn't an ambassador. Which made her think about Sheridan again, and what she had told him. She wondered how she'd explain it later. She wondered if he'd understand. It was suddenly, inexplicably important to her that he understand. "Delenn?" Lennier's voice intruded on her thoughts, and she turned to him, grateful for the distraction. "Yes, Lennier?" "I have the Non-Aligned World treaties for you to look at, if you are ready." She nodded. "Yes, thank you." And for the time being, she left thoughts of Sheridan behind. Yours in the Light, Angel -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- |Angel Trinkle Nobody expects the Psi Corps Inquisition! | |angelt@primenet.com Amongst our weaponry are such diverse | |Z'ha'dum in 2258 elements as: fear, surprise, ruthless | |*We know what you want* efficiency, an almost fanatical devotion | |Phoenix Phan to the Corps, and nice black uniforms. | |angel@casfs.org --If Bester were British | |Insert virtual blue ribbon to protest censorship on the net & everywhere.| =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=