From: Becki H Blumer Subject: Fan Fiction Submission: The Night is my Companion Date: Thu, 28 Jan 1999 17:17:48 +0000 Meredith D. Holt beckihblumer@fuse.net The Night is my Companion Warnings: NC-17 rating "The Night is my Companion" by Meredith D. Holt Hey, Skyler and I were discussing re-incarnation at lunch today, and I got this moderately cool idea for this story. Any way, I hope you like it. Thanks to Adam and Skyler for beta reading and to Lousiana Parker, thoguh I have no idea why. If you have any comments, please email me at beckiblumer@fuse.net or visit my website at http://expage.com/page/meredithb5/. Love Always, Meredith Legal Disclaimer: The song used in this is called; Possecion by Sara Macloklan. Babylon 5 is, DUH, JMS' divine creation. Many thanks and no harm intended. Personal disclaimer: Oddity is a commodity, live it up! The Night is my Companion By: Meredith D. Holt beckihblumer@fuse.net Note: In Greek Mythology, Hecate was a goddess of the underworld. Accompanied by baying hounds, Hecate was a terrifying figure who represented the powers of darkness and evil. She was considered the patron deity of witches and sorceresses, and secret rites associated with magic were performed at crossroads under a full moon to appease her. 2267: On Board the EAS Hecate Glass full, *Gulp*, Glass empty. , Glass full, *Glup* Glass empty. Just the normal sounds of Susan Lucretia Ivonava drinking. The vodka was her only companion now, it had been for a very long time indeed. She sat there in her black night gown, the counter before her supporting her body. It had been five years since Marcus' death, tonight was the anniversary of his sacrifice. Her tears slipped down her cheeks and into the vodka unceremoniously. Her mind began to wander, to the odd occurrences that had been taking place in the past few months. Since Marcus' death, her life had never completely normal again. Sometimes, she'd have a heavy drinking night, and fall asleep at the toilet, then wake up in her bed, with her drinking glasses in the sink and her bottle back on the shelf. Others, she'd have a late night reading reports, fall asleep on the couch, only to wake up in bed, with her reports neatly stacked by the couch. But lately, things had been progressively odder then they ever had been before. Sometimes, she'd wake up, and swear that she saw Marcus standing there, and then it would be gone, or she'd look into the mirror, and there he'd be behind her, but turning around, he'd be gone. Once, she awoke with a pink rose clutched at her breast. Of course, she'd had her resident ranger look into it, but as far as any of them could tell, there was no way the rose could have gotten there. It was starting to creep Susan out. Listen as the wind blows, >From across the great divide, Forces trapped in yearning, Memories trapped in time. The Night is night is my companion, And solitude my guide, Would I spend forever here, And not be satisfied? Tonight, she acutely felt the chills that sometimes ran down her spine. So consumed with her drink was she, that Susan didn't her the sound of foot steps behind her. But, when she felt the tingle of an impossible breeze touch her cheek, she whirled around, only to see Marcus standing before her. Her voice, her SCREAM, died in her throat as she gazed on him in fear. "I'm drunk." she said simply, as if that would make him go away. "Susan." Marcus said softly, reaching out his hand for her cheek. She backed away, two steps, then five, 'til she was up against the wall. Marcus' tall, muscular form approached her, and her heart began to pound beneath her flesh. She drew in a deep breath, and closed her eyes. As she did so, he took advantage of the opportunity and gathered her up in his strong, iron grasp. Susan's eyes flashed open as the sensation invaded her trembling body. "Marcus, this can't be you, I'm dreaming, such a cruel dream." she was crying now. He released her, stepping back. "Susan." he said softly, "Its me, I'm here." his elegant hand came up to stroke her cheek. "But it can't be, unless, did Stephen revive you?" she asked, praying that was it. "No." Marcus hung his head, "No, I'm very much dead, at least, well, on your plane." "But then, how can you be here?" Susan asked him. He seemed in conflict and Susan's heart began to pound in dread. "WHY ARE YOU HERE, MARCUS?" she demanded. He looked her straight in the eyes with his own gray ones. "Because you are dying." Oh, GOD. She was dying, again. He gathered her up once more, and rocked her gently. "Why did you do it, Marcus?" she asked him. "Do I really need to tell you that?" he asked her, the frankness in his voice unmistakable. "No, I, I heard what you said, about me." she told him softly. "Well, so much for secrets." he said jokingly. Burying his face her soft hair, he murmured, "You feel and smell, so GOOD." "Marcus, stop. Please." she asked him. "Why, are you afraid?" "No." she sounded affronted. And I would be the one, To hold you down, Kiss you so hard, I'll take your breath away, And after I'd, wipe away the tears, Just close your eyes dear. "Susan, I don't want to do anything to hurt you, but God, you are so sweet..." Marcus trailed off as intense emotions washed over him. "Oh, Marcus, I thought I'd lost you forever.." Susan breathed as she finally surrendered herself to the love she'd always felt for him. Bringing her lips up, she kissed him hard as she could, pressing her body up against his. Through this world I stumble, So many times betrayed, Trying to find an honest word, To find the truth enslaved. Oh, you speak to me in riddles, And you speak to me in rhymes, My body aches to breathe your breath, Your words keep me alive. Marcus had never know pleasure, or joy such as this. EVER. He groaned in pleasure, and Susan took advantage of that, slipping her tongue into his mouth, and plundering the warmth there in. He eventually did the same, even as she began working to undo his ranger cloak. His warm body up against her was intoxicating. As she pushed the cloth over his shoulders and it fell to the deck, he took her into his arms, in one fluid motion, carrying her into her bedroom, and laying her on the bed as though she were an earth-bound goddess. Eager to worship her soul with his passion, Marcus climbed in with her. He breathed a deep sigh as he removed her night gown. "You are so beautiful, Susan." he told her, as his lips descended on one of her dusty nipples, pulling it into his mouth and circling it with his tongue. Susan moaned beneath his ministrations, immediately deciding to turn the tables on him. Into this night I wander, It's morning that I dread, Another day to seek escape, The path I fear to tread. Oh, Into this sea of waking dreams, I follow with out pride, 'Cause nothing stands between us here, And I won't be denied. "I love you, you know that." she said softly as she pressed her lips against his ear. "Oh, in Valen's name, I've waited so long to hear you say that." he told her. Then he drew in a breath, as she began to gently rub his manhood. He was literally shuddering beneath her touch. But, he quickly caught on, and slipped his fingers into the petals of her warmth. "God, Marcus..." Susan smiled, "I thought you said you were a virgin." "I never said I wasn't a quick learner." he smirked. At last, he slipped himself inside her, his eyes closing in bliss. Their fevered love making lasted for hours, until Susan realized she was about to pass the point of no return. Marcus knew that she was frightened, and gently traced her lips. "Don't be afraid, Love. I'll see you again, in the next life." and then, with his usual humor, " who knows, we may have better luck with this next time, not having to wait until I'm dead and all." "I'd like to debate that dead, part, you seem pretty lively to me..." Susan tried to lighten the mood as well, but she soon had the sensation that she was made of thousands of butterflies, that had chosen the same moment to take flight. As she spiraled away, her soul flying with Marcus' to its next destination, she screamed his name on the winds, even as he screamed her own. And then all was white, and fresh, and new. But somewhere, in this new life, the memories of every other life were there, and the waiting would begin again. ------- Earth: Paris, France- August 30th, 2268 Selena Evans looked up at her husband and son as they stood beside her hospital bed. In her arms she held her new born daughter, so tiny and sweet. The child already had a head of peach fuz brown/black hair and baby blue eyes as intense as the calm sea. "What are you going to name her, Mommy?" asked Jory, the son at her side. "Oh, I don't know, I like S' names." Selena floundered, contemplation on her features, "What do you think, Andrew?" "Sara, Susan, Sofie, Samara, Sissy?" Andrew rattled off good naturedly. "No. Those are all to bland, this baby is special." Selena said with confidence. "I know, Mommy, we were studying famos places, I like the name Savanha." Jory piped up, as he stretched out his arms for his baby sister. "I do like that name..." the mother pondered. "So do I." the father commented. "Then Savanha it is. Savanha Lucia." the mother declared. ----------- >From an official Ranger report given to President John J. Sheridan: Subject: Captain Susan L. Ivonava Date: September 2268 Receiver: President Sheridan Sender: EAS Hecate Captain Susan L. Ivonava disappeared on the night of December 12th, 2267. No evidence would suggest that she ever left her quarters, the locks had not been used since 20:00 hrs, when she retired from her shift. Only oddity in the room was a broken vodka glass, ranger pin and a dead rose. There has been no trace of her body, and nothing to suggest she left the rooms by any other means. We must then declare the afore mentioned Captain Susan L. Ivonava to be dead. Anla'shock Adam Carmer EAS Hecate -------- They never found Susan's body, nor any evidence that she was truly dead. Delenn, till the day she died, held the firm belief that Susan had been taken to her next life bodily. And since Marcus' ranger pin was found in her quarters, the former Entil'Za believed Marcus had something to do with it. But no one would ever know. What happened to Savanha Evans? That is another story all together, but then, aren't they all?