name = Avisan Dragona
email = this isn't my computer, so I don't have one.
title = Similarities
warnings = 
story = This story happens in:  Season One, right after "The Parliment of Dreams"

"Ambassador?" Na'Toth called into Ambassador G'Kar's quarters.
No answer.
"Ambassador? It's Na'Toth," Na'Toth tried again. Finally, G'Kar's voice came from the other side of the door.
"What do you want, Na'Toth?" G'Kar demanded.
"Commander Sinclair wants to speak with you."
The door slid open. Standing in the doorway was G'Kar. He had a pained look on his face.
"Is something the matter, ambassador?" Na'Toth wanted to know.
"No," G'Kar said quickly. He left the door and headed down the hall, Na'Toth following him.
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Londo entered the commander's ready room some time later. G'Kar was all ready there, Na'Toth standing off to the side.
"I am sorry I was late," Londo announced.
G'Kar looked up, glared at Mollari and turned to face the commander.
"You did not say anything about *him* being here," G'Kar said bluntly.
"I didn't say anything because I knew that if you knew Londo was coming, you wouldn't have come," Sinclair responded.
"You are very astute, commander."
"Since you're both here, I have something I want to say to you. You two have been advoiding each other because of your race. For at
least one day, you two are going to get along with each other," Sinclair announced. "And you are gonna enjoy it."
G'Kar stood up in surprise and both ambassadors gave him a queer look.
"Commander, with all due respect------" G'Kar began.
"I don't think, commander-----" Mollari said at the same time.
"At least you two are agreeing on something," Sinclair noted. "Have a nice day."
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"This is intolorateable!" G'Kar told Mollari.
"Agreed," Londo replied, pouring himself a drink.
"To think that Narn and Centauri can get along!"
"Drink?"
"No."
"What does Sinclair hope to accomplish? He is insane!"
"Mollari, that is the first intelligant word you have said since my arrival. I am inclined to agree with you," G'Kar confessed.
"We have agreed on three things since the announcment."
"Suprising."
"So, G'Kar, what dream do you have about us?"
"What sort of a question is that? I have a dream about carving your bones into little flutes for Narn children. You?
"The same."
"I suppose we are not so different after all."
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