From: "Becki H. Blumer" Subject: Fan Fiction Submission: Paybacks Date: Thu, 01 Apr 1999 11:13:34 +0000 Meredith D. Holt Paybacks beckihblumer@fuse.net No Warnings Hullo, This a short sequel to Ice Princess, in which Susan and Marcus get their revenge on the rest of the command staff for locking them in the honeymoon suite. Anyway, thanks to Peggy, my loyal beta reader, and the rest of 'you' for encouragement. Karin, Frances, Sharon, Cecilia...you know who you are. Also to Julie. Thanks. Any and all comments go to beckihblumer@fuse.net. Love Always, Meredith Legal Disclaimer: JMS knows all, sees all, made B5 up! Aside from the story idea itself, it's his. Personal Disclaimer: I am an agent of chaos, with a big mouth and LOTS of emotional baggage. Paybacks by Meredith D. Holt beckihblumer@fuse.net It was very early in Babylon 5's sleep cycle when Marcus and Susan crept from their quarters, careful not to wake their sleeping daughters. Smiling evil smiles, the two parted ways and went to do their work. John Sheridan was the first to get hit. Groggy and tired from a ill night's sleep, he stumbled into the shower and turned it on. "AHHHH!" he screamed as the ice cold water hit his body like tiny, deadly daggers. "What the hell?" There was only one person who could be responsible for this: Susan Ivonava. "Susan!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he screamed as he tried to turn off the water. Delenn wasn't feeling well when she got up. Not only had her husband tossed and turned all night, but so had the child inside of her. As soon as she stood, she was assaulted with a foul sense of vertigo and nausea. Clutching the side of the bed for support, she stumbled toward the vanity, where she kept her morning sickness pills. She did a double take when she saw the mirror. It was covered in shaving cream, the words: 'Hi Delenn' etched in the creamy surface. "Who...?" she started. But then realization dawned. "Marcus." There was an odd sensation in between her toes, Lyta Alexander realized when she got out of bed in the morning. She didn't even bother to take a look at it though, she had other matters to attend to. Like worshipping the God of the Komode. She'd stayed out late with Zack last night, drinking and laughing. Now those three Martini's and two pints were coming back to haunt her. Holding her thick red hair away from her face, she emptied the meager contents of her stomach into the bowl, already feeling a bit better. Now for her toes. She bent down to inspect them. Only to be hit with a fresh wave of sickness. Some one had but peanut butter and jelly in between her toes over night! What had she done to deserve that? Oh, yeah. She'd only locked Susan and Marcus in a room together.... Susan! She'd done this! Rubbing his eyes, Stephen stumbled out of bed when the computer roused him for his wake up call. "Too damn early." he muttered as he stumbled towards the bathroom. He passed the mirror on the way to the shower, then stepped back to take a good look at himself. He was wearing make up! Not just any make up, ridiculous red lipstick, awful blue eye shadow, and odd pink blush that stuck out and made him look like a clown! Susan and Marcus had done this, he just knew it! Zack Allen arrived on time for his usual early morning shift, picked up his usual cup of coffee, and sat down at his usual station to turn on the usual monitor he usually watched. Nothing unusual. Until he took a sip of the coffee. "Yuck!" he looked at the coffee. It wasn't coffee, it was mud! Grumbling, he turned on the monitor. Instead of the usual Zocalo footage he got, there were a bunch of people in costume dancing the 'Time Warp'! "What the hell?" Zak pondered as he turned off the feed. It had to be Marcus! (And the moral of the Story is, don't lock Ivonava and Marcus in the same room, and laugh, unless you are prepared to deal with the consequences.)