From: "Becki H. Blumer" Subject: Fan Fiction Submission: Whispers in a Distant Room part 7 Date: Tue, 13 Apr 1999 17:24:39 +0000 Meredith D. Holt beckihblumer@fuse.net Whispers in a Distant Room Adult Warnings: None Hullo all, This is my latest off the wall story idea. I hope you like it. If you do, drop me a line at: beckihblumer@fuse.net. Thanks to Skyler, Karin and Adam for their help and compliments. And a virtual Marcus to my beta readers, Peggy and Lisa Marie! Love Always, Meredith Legal Disclaimer: JMS knows all, sees all, made B5 up! Aside from the story idea itself, it's all his. Personal Disclaimer: I am an agent of chaos, with a big mouth and LOTS of emotional baggage. Whispers in a Distant Room by Meredith D. Holt beckihblumer@fuse.net ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Silver creeps the whims of fate, Giving you chances when it's too late, When you think it's too late, you learn it's too soon, Hearing whispers in a distant room. - Femon Crusifix, 'Whims of Fate' ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Yes?" Marcus asked from where he sat against the far wall. The shadows that had concealed his presence now seemed to quiver. He climbed to his feet, looking nervous and a bit embarrassed. "Marcus, if you're going to give me a gift like this, you had better be willing to accept the consequences." Susan told him, moving closer. He backed away, and soon she had him against the wall. "Like, throwing me out of an air lock?" he gulped. "No," she took a deep breath and wrapped her arms around his neck, "Like this." As her lips descended on his, Marcus stiffened. Why was she.... Thoughts ceased and hormones took over when the sensation of her silky soft lips touching his managed to register. His hands moved to the small of her back, pulling her closer, grinding her warmth into his. He felt her hands tangle in the hair at the back of his neck, pulling him as close as possible. All too soon, she pulled away, resting her head against his chest. "Susan, that was..." Marcus couldn't come up with any words, he was lucky he could speak at the moment. She didn't answer him. "Susan?" he ventured. "Which one of us are you in love with?" she asked abruptly, "Me, or her. Am I just something to...pretend with?" "Susan! Dear God, how could you possibly think you could ever be anything BUT the real thing?! The only person I have ever loved, ever wanted, has been you." He told her earnestly. He meant every word. "But what about HER?" she asked, a trace of bitterness in her tone. "We kissed, once. She asked me to. The only thing she wanted was for us to get together, to stop an accident that will kill me." Marcus sighed, holding her against him. "How, Marcus?" There, now he was going to have to explain it. "I...that is...you, get wounded in battle, and I end up giving my life energy so you can live." "Would you really do that, for me?" Susan asked incredulously. "In a heart beat." She raised her head, offering him her lips. "Oh, Marcus. What could I possibly have done right, to deserve you?" she asked. He didn't answer, but cupped the back of her head with his hand and pulled her in for another kiss. There they were, up against the wall, her tongue sliding along his lips, begging for access. He opened his mouth to sigh, and her tongue darted inside to make love to his own. Marcus would never know how long they stayed there, just kissing, until he felt her hands working between them, trying to free him of his tunic. "Susan," he asked, pulling back. "I hope you checked your unicorns at the door, Marcus, other wise I'm going to have to kick them out. *THIS* is a unicorn free zone." She laughed at his startled expression. He felt her lips move to his neck, nipping slightly, driving him to distraction. His own hands moved with a life of their own to unbutton her uniform jacket. "I told you to be ready to accept the consequences." Much later, Susan lay her head on Marcus bare chest, snuggling closer. He was leaning against the wall, one hand stroking her long hair and the other cupping her breast. "You know," she smiled, "It's such a shame, you gave me that nice bed and we didn't even use it." "Well, would you care to try it out?" he inquired softly. "Gladly." She moved so he could get up. Marcus moved the roses off the bed, then scooped her up and carried her over. "Have I told you how much I love you?" she asked softly. "I love you too," he whispered in her ear, "Sweet Susan." ----------------- EPILOGUE Tuzenor, Minbar- December, 2282 "Susan?" Marcus called out into the darkness of the rainy Minbari night. The beam of his flashlight cast illumination in front of him as he head down the path. Susan had gone for a walk earlier that day and hadn't returned. The worry was evident on his face as he searched the bushes and crystal out croppings, searching for his love. The beam of light fell on a slight form, fallen against a large, jagged crystal. Hurrying over, Marcus knelt by Susan, who was soaking wet from the rain. "Susan, angel?" She moaned. "Oh, Marcus. Damn quake. I fell down the hill when there was this..." she trailed off, putting a hand to her head and shivering. "Lets get you home." he said softly, gathering her up in his arms. "Always with the damn knight-in-shinning-armor crap." Susan muttered. "I love you too." Marcus smirked. "I never said *I* didn't love you." she told him softly as he carried her towards the house. A flash of lightening interrupted them, and it was odd, for in the flash of light, they cast *three* shadows.