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04 February 2012 @ 09:58 pm
Weekly Drabble: Somnus ex Machina  
Title: Somnus ex Machina
Specs: Babylon 5, John/Delenn, 1200 words
Rating: G (!)
Spoilers: Through 3x10 "Severed Dreams"

They finished getting the rest of the Nightwatch personnel off the station – those who hadn't already turned in their black armbands, of course. John finally got Garibaldi to agree to go to Medlab, and then he finished cleaning up the bodies where the breaching pod had landed – too many dead, Human and Narn alike. After the heady jubilation following Delenn's return to the station, the impromptu applause in the Zocalo, taking care of the dead was a reminder of the real consequences of his actions that day. It was with a heavy heart that John returned to his quarters. Was it late? Early? He had no idea, and wasn't about to check. He needed sleep, having reached a point where he couldn't bluff his way out of it anymore. To insist on staying up and working would be irresponsible, and they had a lot of work ahead of them. He would sleep as late as he needed, catch up, and then it was back to it.

He was having a hard time digging his card out of his trousers, which was why he didn't see Delenn at first, sitting outside his door, looking as tired as he felt. “Hey,” John said, hoping she wasn't here to tell him about some new crisis, feeling immediately guilty for even thinking such a thing. “Everything okay?”

She put up a hand and he helped her to her feet. She ended up very close to him, as close as they'd been in the Zocalo, his arm around her shoulders. “Have you been waiting long?” he asked, finally snagging his card and opening the door. He guided her in, a hand on her shoulder, needing to touch her. It all still seemed slightly unreal, the way she had swooped in to save the station.

“No, no,” she murmured. “Perhaps ten minutes. I am afraid I might have dozed a bit in the corridor.”

“I need to give you my code,” he said, thinking out loud. Then it occurred to him that it would basically be the equivalent of giving your girlfriend the extra key to your place, and was she even his girlfriend? John shook his head, stripping off his jacket. It was too much to think about right now. “So what's wrong?” he asked, trying to fight off a yawn and failing.

“I brought you something. A gift.” She handed him a slender black box, around the size of a notebook, though a bit thicker than that. It was cool to the touch; he had never seen anything like it. “Sleep well,” she said, her hand on his arm, fingers slipping down to curl around his wrist. The barest pressure there, as though she were taking his pulse. John thought about kissing her, but he thought too long, because she turned for the door.

“It's a long walk back to Green Sector,” he blurted out. She was more than tired – she was exhausted, he could see it in the set of her shoulders, the pace of her steps. Delenn stopped, and the look she gave him was enigmatic even for her. “You could stay here, if you wanted to.”

She just looked at him, looked and looked. He wanted her, though he was too tired to do anything about it, which turned his desire into a sort of comfortable warmth in his limbs. “I know,” she finally said, which wasn't an answer at all. She didn't come to him, but she didn't retreat, either. She just stood there, just out of reach, and John had no idea what she was thinking.

He reached out for her as she stepped forward, and he ended up putting his arms around her as she buried her face in his shoulder. “When we came through the jump point, and I saw the battle, I was afraid at first we might have been too late,” she whispered, and one of her hands clutched at his shirt.

“You were just in time.”

They held each other for a little while, and then he guided her to his bedroom. She took off her shoes and slipped out of the outer part of her dress, leaving her in a sleek, form-fitting brown dress that would have been the death of him in other, less fatigued, circumstances. John stripped down to a t-shirt and boxers, and bit back a grin at the way her eyes went a little wide when she saw his bare legs. They climbed into bed, and he couldn't help but chuckle at the way she put out a hand as though she were going to tumble off. “Beds are supposed to be flat,” he told her. “No, they're not,” she shot back. A few moments of getting situated; by unspoken agreement they stayed on their own sides of the bed. John would have liked to snuggle, but he sensed that just getting her into bed with him, in this completely platonic, sleepover kind of way, was already a huge victory, and he should not push his luck.

He had been in bed about ten seconds, his head on the pillow maybe eight, already past the threshold of doze and well on his way to sleep, when Delenn said something to him. John opened his eyes, and made a sound that she correctly interpreted as you'll need to repeat that.

“Your gift,” she said, covers tucked demurely under her chin. He thought about saying half a dozen different things - but I left it way over there, like fifteen whole feet away; I'm already asleep; the covers are too heavy to move; why don't you go get it - the last being a dick enough thing to even think of that he winced inwardly, but then he got a good look at her eyes. It was important to her, really important, so he made himself, through absolute force of will, slide out of bed and shuffle back into the front, where he'd left the black thingy on the counter. Back to bed, and she gestured for him to put it on his bedside table.

“I had it programmed, for English,” she said. She was so sleepy that she wasn't quite finishing her words off, her consonants sounding different – her accent coming through more strongly than usual. John adored it. “Tell it to rain,” she went on, smiling at him a bit shyly.

John had to think for a moment. Then he turned to the black thingy and said: “Rain.” A beat, then two, and then the sound of falling rain filled the room. It was the same trick she'd pulled on the White Star. Amidst all of the shit they'd been going through recently, she had somehow found the time to do this for him. John swallowed hard. It wouldn't be enough to just say thank you, not after everything. He reached out and found her hand, clasping it in the space between them.

John fell asleep to the sound of rain, holding Delenn's hand.

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telekinetic redhead chick: ∞d.js (what do you want?)openended on February 5th, 2012 04:21 am (UTC)
but I left it way over there, like fifteen whole feet away; I'm already asleep; the covers are too heavy to move; why don't you go get it

How I feel about everything once I'm in bed and my glasses are on the nightstand and I've turned out the light. I am not moving.

This is wonderfully fluffy with feelings and basically exactly what I needed to read tonight.
Shannon: b5 darkness and lightkungfuwaynewho on February 5th, 2012 06:12 pm (UTC)
This is wonderfully fluffy with feelings and basically exactly what I needed to read tonight.

Hee! I am finding that I quite like writing one just sappy fluffy little fic a week. I keep thinking I will reach a point where I will not need to write any more John/Delenn, but no.
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Shannon: b5 delenn profilekungfuwaynewho on February 5th, 2012 06:13 pm (UTC)
I actually did this last night, after writing this. And it was my white noise machine, too! I laid there in bed for a good ten minutes just like "something is wrong, what is wrong, what is it" before I figured it out, and then it was another couple minutes to convince myself to get out of bed and turn it on.
hearts_blood on February 5th, 2012 04:35 am (UTC)
This was so very sweet. They're both so tired and falling asleep on their feet, and they clearly want to be close but they're just too darned sleepy to do all that much about it. ♥
Shannonkungfuwaynewho on February 5th, 2012 06:14 pm (UTC)
Thanks! I made myself stick within the confines of canon on this one, and it was tough.
МилаMila Epshtein on February 5th, 2012 05:00 am (UTC)
It is touching
Shannonkungfuwaynewho on February 5th, 2012 06:14 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
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Shannon: b5 delenn robe smileskungfuwaynewho on February 5th, 2012 06:15 pm (UTC)

ruth76ruth76 on February 5th, 2012 11:17 am (UTC)
Awwwww, lovely as always. I could definitely see Delenn taking time out of saving the universe to get John a rain sound machine so he can sleep properly.

I love the fact that he's so tired he just comes out with things he probably wouldn't normally say e.g. the bit where he blurts out that he should give her his door code. To go off topic slightly, I always found it a bit odd on the show that Delenn and John seemed to communicate by passing messages through C and C - it's not exactly private!
Shannon: b5 john watches delennkungfuwaynewho on February 5th, 2012 06:17 pm (UTC)
(Honestly, I find it a little weird that John doesn't already have one? I mean, I have one. But yeah, I figure after that night on the White Star, she totally got him hooked up, because seriously.)

I've had to do a lot of fanwanking over the years, but the way they send messages is so weird to me. I've had to say that, like, maybe cell phones or their future equivalent would mess with the station's internal comm system, which is why they're stuck using more official channels. Still, you'd think they could send each other private messages. IDK, it is kinda weird.
ruth76ruth76 on February 5th, 2012 06:28 pm (UTC)
I guess the only thing he carries is his link, so there's no other way to get in touch with him when he's not in his quarters. But it is odd that in the 23rd century people don't carry personal communication devices of any kind. I suppose it was written in the era before mobile phones became so widespread.

On the bright side we get to hear lines such as "I have a message from Ambassador Delenn. She says she awaits your pleasure" which makes it all worthwhile!
pausitapausita on February 6th, 2012 01:17 am (UTC)
nanai!!!!! so lovely!!!
МилаMila Epshtein on February 7th, 2012 03:17 am (UTC)
Yesterday have found by accident, Mira Furlan voiced a short beginning for an online game: http://www.exisonline.com/
Seems like i'm hearing the star stuff monologue)) Wonderful voice

Edited at 2012-02-07 05:20 am (UTC)