velvetfiction: (chocolate&magic)
Title: Hands
Fandom: Babylon 5
Characters: John/Delenn
Word Count: 205
Rating: G
Spoilers/Warnings: None, fluff?
Notes: Your comment about enjoying people doing things with their hands inspired this. Hope you like it!
Written for [livejournal.com profile] prettybird's 2010 [livejournal.com profile] fandom_stocking
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John was fascinated by Delenn's hands. They were rarely still, except when she was deep in meditation. And even then, he thought he could see them twitch occasionally, longing to do -- something.

They could be precise, when she was tapping something out on a keyboard, inputting commands into the ship's navigational computer, or when she was recording something in the quick, sharp strokes of the written Minbari language.

They could be stately and elegant, when preforming a ritual or arguing passionately for her position.

And though she hated to use them as such, they could be deadly as well. John would never forget the time he walked in to find Delenn absolutely schooling Marcus with his own denn'bok. When he asked where a member of the religious caste possibly learned to fight like that, Delenn had merely smiled sweetly and pointed out that it wouldn't do for Ranger One to be less trained than her people. John decided right then that Delenn had been spending far too much time with Ivonova.

But what John loved most about Delenn's hands was how they felt when she held his, such an Earthly gesture that meant so much to him.
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Fandom: NCIS/Babylon 5 crossover
Characters: Susan Ivanova & Ziva David
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"Well, I think that just about covers every possibility, don't you?" Sheridan asked, looking around the table.

"No." The response was oddly stereo, and it took him a minute to realize that it had come from the two women sitting on each side of him.

"Commander? Agent David? You have something to add?"

Ivanova shrugged. "We haven't even mentioned the possibility of telepathic spies, alien technology, spontaneous combustion - "

"Natural disasters, weapons malfunctions, bribery or misunderstand," David picked up right where Susan had left off.

"Did you two rehearse that or something?" Garibaldi asked, bemused.

Ziva David rolled her eyes. "It is merely common sense. I try to operate on the theory that if I can think of it, it could happen. That goes doubly for ways in which a plan could go wrong." Ivanova nodded in agreement.

"Are you two always this pessimistic?" Franklin asked.

Ivanova shrugged. "I am Russian, we don't do optimism," she replied, at the same time David said "I'm Israeli, we have a lot of experience with things going wrong."

Sheridan merely dropped his head into his hands and whimpered quietly.
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Fandom: Lackey's Valdemar/Babylon 5 crossover
Characters: Kerowyn & Susan Ivanova
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Kero tugged at the collar of her uniform in annoyance and tried once again to do something with her hair that both looked professional and kept it out of the way.

"Whatever man decided that these uniforms needed a highneck stiff collar obviously never had to brush the snarls out from the hair at the base of his neck," came a sardonic voice from the doorway.

Kero paused with her hands above her head and gave a quick nod of acknowledgment. "Commander."

"Captain."

"Is there something I can help you with, Susan?" Kero asked around a mouth full of hair pins.

"I just came to see if you needed any help getting ready. Delenn had to help me into this monstrosity, so I thought you might need some help yourself," Susan said with a distasteful look at her own elaborate uniform.

"Well, it's not quite as bad as some of the high court gear I've had to wear at times, but it was certainly a challenge. Did you manage to get anyone to explain to you why they're dressing us up like dolls for this. . . ceremony?" Kero asked, practically spitting out the last word.

Susan sighed and made a face. "Diplomatics. The Iffali are extraordinarily grateful for our assistance and wish to show it. Therefore it would be 'impolitic, impolite and a damned bad idea' not to let them show their gratitude."

"A direct quote from Captain Sheridan, I take it?"

"Of course." Then Susan gave a wicked grin, one of the few true smiles Kero had seen from the other woman. "But I think we get our revenge - if you think our uniforms are bad, you should see what they're making the men wear. Delenn said John was trying to figure out which end was up on his when she left. And -"

"And?"

"Part of the ceremony involves a mock sword-fight between the Captain and the Iffali leader."

Kero's eyes sparkled. Suddenly this ceremony didn't seem quite so bad.

"I think it's about time we showed the gentlemen what a proper entrance looks like, don't you?"
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Fandom: Babylon 5/NCIS crossover
Characters: Marcus & Abby
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"Can I-"

"No."

"But what if I-"

"No."

"Why not-"

"No."

"B-"

"No."

"Maaaarrrrrcuussssss," Abby whined and pouted so cutely that Marcus had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling. Then her lower lip began to wobble, and he felt his resolve crumble.

"Look," he said, giving in a little, "it's not that I doubt your ability to learn the controls. I'm sure you'd make a superb pilot with the proper training. But now isn't exactly the best time!" He paused and maneuvered their Mimbari Flyer a little lower into the atmosphere. A quick glance at one display told him that the Earth Alliance vessel was still on their tail.

"And beside," he continued, "it's blastedly hard to fly this thing without learning all three of the Mimbari languages."

"I guess," Abby replied, sounded defeated. Then she sighed. "I just hate feeling so useless."

A quick glance over at his companion told Marcus that she was fighting off tears by stubbornness alone, and he risked taking his hands off the controls to give her a quick hug. The girl had borne up remarkably well under all the pressure, but he could see she was nearing the ends of her reserves.

"You're not useless, Abs. Without you, we would be flying around completely blind. Now we at least have a fighting chance."

"Oh!" she exclaimed with a catch in her voice. "You called me 'Abs'. I didn't think anyone but G-Gibbs would call me that."

"We'll find him," he promised, patting her hand, "we'll get him back."
velvetfiction: (chocolate&magic)
Fandom: Babylon 5
Characters: Sinclair/Sheridan/Delenn (sorta)
Warning: A wee bit cracky; spoilers for War Without End (both parts)
Written for [livejournal.com profile] azarsuerte 's 2009 [livejournal.com profile] fandom_stocking

They hung in a timeless void. Part of her mind shrieked at the lack of breathable gases, but as soon as the thought registered, it was muffled, blanketed by a soft fog so as not to disturb her.

"I was," said the man to her right. (But how can sound travel in a void? the traitorous part of her mind asked. Again she felt the soft, enveloping fog. Never mind, it didn't matter.)

"I am," she replied.

"I shall be," concluded the man to her left.

She smiled as they joined hands, forming a circle of One-ness. For the first time she was complete. For the first time she was whole.

Yes, the man on her right agreed gravely, and she realized their thoughts were now (had always been? Would ever be?) joined.

? . . . ! She felt the confusion from the man on her left, and then acceptance and surprise. Then the warm laughter, warm like caramel (caramel? Ah, an Earth confection) resonated through her being.

I feel I should apologize, Delenn. A lady of your stature deserves better than to be stuck with two old soldiers like us.

Am I not, too, a soldier, in my own way, Jeffrey?

Stronger than either of us, Jeff, that's for sure.

They all smiled and reveled in their One-ness. Then she felt a faint tugging.

We must return, John, she said sadly. They would not be complete again for a very long time.

She let go of the man on her right, but clung to the one on her left.

"We will miss you, Jeff. We're not complete without you."

"I know. But it must be. I am the past. You two are the present and future."

"And in the void of the stars, where time has no meaning, we are One forever," she said confidently.

They hung there in the void, two-and-one-but-still-One, and all was well.

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