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23 September 2010 @ 11:28 am
I'll take "Moments I would have liked to have seen on the show" for $200, Alex.  
For a couple different reasons, I really needed to just write some fluff this morning.  Completely unedited, so if you see any typos or mistakes, let me know.

Specs: Babylon 5, John/Delenn, 1100 words
Rating: PG-13

John was lying across the middle of the bed, his head resting on her abdomen.  One of his hands gently ran up and down the top of her thigh.  There was nothing particularly sensual or seductive in the gesture - he had quickly learned to read the signs of her "morning sickness," which tended to strike her in the afternoon.  She'd had to excuse herself from the ISA meeting today, only the second since they'd moved to Minbar.  She'd done her best to fight against her nausea for as long as she could, but finally decided that it would be better for her to gracefully excuse herself, rather than vomit in front of the representatives of two dozen different worlds.  Delenn had then returned to their quarters, feeling weak and dreadful. 

John had joined her ten minutes later. 

"What are you doing here?" she asked, afraid that her leaving had caused some kind of offense.  He didn't answer, just took off his jacket and kicked off his shoes, moving here and there throughout their rooms, finally returning with a wet cloth and some tea.  She did not wish to drink the tea, just smell the warm vapors drift her way, and he knew that, setting it down on the table beside the bed.  He folded the wet cloth and pressed it against her forehead, and she closed her eyes, too tired to protest his attentions.

Now he turned his head and placed a kiss against her belly.  "Hello, baby," he said quietly.

"The fetus does not have ears yet.  It is also only ten centimeters long.  It cannot hear you."

"Sure he can."  John shifted so he was facing her, his ear pressed against her stomach again.  The warmth and pressure of his head felt good, more comforting than the cloth and the tea. 

"What makes you think the fetus is male?"

"Just have a feeling."  They laid in silence for awhile, and the nausea slowly diminished.  Delenn ran her fingers slowly through John's hair, wishing that they could just stay like this.  Let someone else run the ISA, let someone else lead the Rangers.  They could just stay in these rooms, days spent laughing and talking and making love, waiting for their child to come.

"Have you thought about names?" he asked, just as she was starting to drift off.  As she always had to do when he wanted to talk to her when she was not fully awake, she had to take a moment to reorient her mind to think in English. 

"Not really, no," she finally answered.  "Minbari do not name children until they are three months old.  How can you assign a name to a child without first meeting him or her, learning a little about what kind of person he or she is?"

"I was thinking about David."

"After your father."  He nodded his head against her belly, and Delenn felt herself overwhelmed by her love for him, almost as though she were feeling it for the first time.  He turned his head again, whispering to her stomach.

"Hello, baby David."

"And what if it is female?"

"Hello, baby David."  She laughed, and he kissed her stomach.  She wished she'd had the energy to change out of her robes when she'd come home.  She did not feel up to making love, but she would have preferred the feel of his lips against her skin.  "I wish we knew when we made him," John said.

"Or her."  He smiled at that, but there was something smug in his smile that made her suddenly sure that he was right, that the fetus was male - and that somehow he knew it was male.  "I hope that it was not when we copulated inside that supply closet," she said, knowing that it would make him laugh.  He did, and she smoothed his hair back, liking the way his laugh brightened his face, brought out the happy wrinkles around his eyes, and smoothed out the unhappy wrinkles on his forehead.  He worked too much, never took time off to rest.  Maybe she would endeavor to have her morning sickness more often.  If he thought he was taking care of her, she might be able to sneak in a little taking care of him.

"I liked when we copulated inside that supply closet.  It was fun."

"But that is a not a very dignified story to one day tell our child."

"Dear baby David," he said, nuzzling his nose against her abdomen, his voice reaching up into a higher register.  She had never heard him sound like that before.  "You were made on a day when I was very, very tired, and frustrated, and busy.  And I was walking to my office to pick up some paperwork I'd left behind, and your mom was walking the opposite way, and she was so beautiful, David.  And when we saw each other we knew that nothing else mattered at that moment.  So I grabbed her and pulled her into the nearest empty room, which was small and filled with cleaning supplies, but we didn't care.  I'll fill you in more when you're older, but there are few things better in life than spending time with the woman you love.  Especially when that time is spent nailing her up against a door."

Delenn laughed, as much from the lilting tone in his voice as from what he said.  "I will not allow you to relate this story to our son."

"Let me tell you, David, I really gave it to your mom."

"John, stop it!"

"I mean, I don't want to brag, but I'm pretty sure I screwed her brains out."  She again tried to tell him to quit, but she was laughing too hard.  He was laughing now, too, and pulled himself up the bed to lie beside her.  He kissed her, and she tossed aside the cloth on her head, rolling onto her side to press up against him.  "I'd say 'let's make a baby,' but my work here is already done," he murmured between kisses.

"It still sounds like a good idea," she said, and he started unfastening her robes.  "We can try to come up with a better story." 

"Dear baby David, you were made on a day your mom played hooky from an important meeting."

"Be quiet and help me take this off."

"Dear baby David, you were made on a sunny day, on some grassy hill far away from the city, no one but the birds watching."

"We have never done that."

"I already scheduled us a morning off next week."

"I like that story, John."

"I thought you would."
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nhpw: Season5nhpw on September 23rd, 2010 04:59 pm (UTC)
For reasons I can't quite comprehend, you are making me cry. For reals. I am at work, and I am sick, and now I am crying, but this story is exactly what I needed right now. It's adorable. Thank you.

Shannonkungfuwaynewho on September 23rd, 2010 10:28 pm (UTC)
Aw! I'm glad you liked it. Writing this was exactly what I needed, too.
xphilehb: B5 - J/D Kissy Facexphilehb on September 23rd, 2010 05:35 pm (UTC)
*happy sigh*

This was the perfect addition to my lunch break. We could have used a woman writer on B5 for some moments like this. I really love the way you write Delenn. You have her voice down really, really well.

Only one error I noticed. First paragraph. Second to last sentence. You're missing a "be" in between "would" and "better".
nhpw: sdalmostkissnhpw on September 23rd, 2010 08:20 pm (UTC)
We could have used a woman writer on B5 for some moments like this.

I wonder about this sometimes. Isn't JMS married? I swear I read somewhere that he's married, and he knows she really loves him because only a woman truly in love would willingly strap herself with a name like "Straczynski." So don't you think he'd consult her about romantic and domestic moments? 'Cause it sort of seems like he didn't, and maybe he should have.

Also, I think he did not realize he was writing sci-fi for girls. :P
xphilehbxphilehb on September 23rd, 2010 09:13 pm (UTC)
So don't you think he'd consult her about romantic and domestic moments? 'Cause it sort of seems like he didn't, and maybe he should have.

Agreed. However, if he's married, he would have some romantic and domestic scenes in his own life. And you would think that he could drawn upon his own experiences to write a few romantic and domestic scenes for the (epic!) television couple that he created.

Also, I think he did not realize he was writing sci-fi for girls.

Good point. It is also possible that he's just not a romantic sort of guy, and thus writing these kinds of scenes just didn't cross his brain.
Shannonkungfuwaynewho on September 23rd, 2010 10:33 pm (UTC)
Also, I think he did not realize he was writing sci-fi for girls. :P

Ding! I know he was really into the message boards and whatever at the time, but then that was still a very male "that Starfury should have its wings ten degrees higher up" fanbase. I don't think it was till after 2000 that the female-dominated fan spaces started really showing up, and the showrunners for SF shows realized just how many girls were watching their shows.

Not that that's necessarily any excuse for him being incapable of writing anything romantic.
startuffloverstartufflover on October 4th, 2010 09:14 pm (UTC)
"Also, I think he did not realize he was writing sci-fi for girls. :P"

SOOOOOO totally true! lol
Shannonkungfuwaynewho on September 23rd, 2010 10:30 pm (UTC)
Thank you! (Argh, I knew there'd be at least one mistake - thank you for catching it.)

I still can't get over how we got, like, five seconds of cuteness with him staring at her in bed after they find out she's pregnant, and then it turns into a scene about them talking about Londo.
xphilehbxphilehb on September 23rd, 2010 11:14 pm (UTC)
No kidding! I actually just watched Wheel of Fire a couple nights ago, and I was almost pissed off at that scene. Really, Delenn? Really? Your adorable husband is smiling at you all giddy. He's got that 'this is MY woman and she's pregnant with MY baby and I am so freakin' happy I cannot contain it' look, and you are going to talk about Londo?! What on earth is wrong with you?! But then, I know it's not Delenn's fault. If she were being written by, say, me, instead of JMS, she would have jumped that man's bones right then and there. Or at least had cute baby talk. As in your delightful fic.
Shannonkungfuwaynewho on September 23rd, 2010 11:47 pm (UTC)
Just...everything about their relationship in S5. I mean, I was practically giddy when I started it - no matter how much else the other plotlines suck, they are married the entire season! There will be much shippiness!

Sure, there were a few cute moments here and there, but as far as I can tell:

1) They never had sex in S5. David was conceived by ~magic.

2) No one ever actually told Delenn she was pregnant.

3) Her being pregnant was not that big a deal. I mean, really.

There wasn't even any cuteness when they moved into their new home on Minbar! Argh!
xphilehbxphilehb on September 24th, 2010 02:36 am (UTC)
Blarg! You are right. Now I am frustrated.

enigmaticblues: delenn/sheridanenigmaticblues on September 23rd, 2010 06:51 pm (UTC)
Oh, this was lovely and made me laugh.
Shannonkungfuwaynewho on September 23rd, 2010 10:30 pm (UTC)
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Shannon: fringe almost kisskungfuwaynewho on September 24th, 2010 12:02 am (UTC)
Thank you! (Fringe is toniiiiiight!)

I knew his wife had written an episode or two, but I didn't know that they'd gotten divorced.

What scene was it he couldn't watch? I'm all curious now.