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Babylon 5
Summary: Originally from 2010, wow. Had pictures but there's no reason to include those here. I still like the idea of David Sheridan, Time Traveling Ranger, but I've got no clue where it was going. (Well, I do, sorta. He was gonna be a Captain of a Time Traveling White Star, kinda like a Star Trek Time Traveling adventure.) ...And no, I never finished that sentence. Kosh Sharin is a different Vorlon, more like Kosh than Ulkesh. (I think Jeff was supposed to be Garibaldi's kid but don't know.)
Word Count: 412
Rating: Teen
The figure stumbled. If you looked harder, there was blood and sweat on the man’s face. The pain was also evident. A moan escaped from him. His mind was whirling: shapes, figures, words, thoughts, were tumbling through his mind, coming through the mist in his head. Most of all was Kosh Sharin.
“If you go to Z’ha’dum, you will die.” ‘Z’ha’dum.’ the son of heroes thought. ‘The broken zha, the broken future, doubly appropriate.’ He raised his hand, trying to pull himself upright on the hard rock. It cut into his hand, but he didn’t mind. It told him that he was alive, that he wasn’t dead. Not yet. He closed his eyes and suddenly he was somewhere else-a place that he had dreamed about but never really been.
David looked around. The place has torches on the wall, giving a kind of orangey glow to the rock walls. There was a blanket on the floor next to the rock. And an odd alien sat there, smiling softly. He didn’t appear to have noticed the newcomer.
“Lorien?” the young Sheridan asked quietly.
The First One looked up and his smile grew friendly. “So you also are stuck between moments.”
The former First Lieutenant shook his head. “For the first time I’m aware that time isn’t a line; it’s a stack of cards maybe, or papers, and it really is possible if you know what you’re doing to pull yourself onto a different page without a time stabilizer or equipment.” Suddenly he grinned. “Or maybe I’m just crazy and this is just a symptom.”
He was also reflecting that his friend Jeff would tell him he was speaking Vorlon. Maybe he was.
“I’m here.” Lorien pointed out.
“That doesn’t mean a thing. I was brought up in a time with legends. Naturally I’d love to meet anyone who is a main player in the events of their time- which, logically, would mean that you knew them.”
The First One nodded slowly, respectfully. “Deeper thought than your father.”
David stood, used the Minbari symbol of respect. “May I speak to him? And could you make sure he won’t remember? I don’t want to change the past…future…events.” Lorien nodded. The officer started walking. It felt at once the shortest and the longest walk of his life. Finally he turned a corner and saw…himself, looking as surprised as he himself felt.
“It’s me!” he exclaimed, then, as his mirror image didn’t respond the same way, he
Babylon 5
Summary: Originally from 2010, wow. Had pictures but there's no reason to include those here. I still like the idea of David Sheridan, Time Traveling Ranger, but I've got no clue where it was going. (Well, I do, sorta. He was gonna be a Captain of a Time Traveling White Star, kinda like a Star Trek Time Traveling adventure.) ...And no, I never finished that sentence. Kosh Sharin is a different Vorlon, more like Kosh than Ulkesh. (I think Jeff was supposed to be Garibaldi's kid but don't know.)
Word Count: 412
Rating: Teen
The figure stumbled. If you looked harder, there was blood and sweat on the man’s face. The pain was also evident. A moan escaped from him. His mind was whirling: shapes, figures, words, thoughts, were tumbling through his mind, coming through the mist in his head. Most of all was Kosh Sharin.
“If you go to Z’ha’dum, you will die.” ‘Z’ha’dum.’ the son of heroes thought. ‘The broken zha, the broken future, doubly appropriate.’ He raised his hand, trying to pull himself upright on the hard rock. It cut into his hand, but he didn’t mind. It told him that he was alive, that he wasn’t dead. Not yet. He closed his eyes and suddenly he was somewhere else-a place that he had dreamed about but never really been.
David looked around. The place has torches on the wall, giving a kind of orangey glow to the rock walls. There was a blanket on the floor next to the rock. And an odd alien sat there, smiling softly. He didn’t appear to have noticed the newcomer.
“Lorien?” the young Sheridan asked quietly.
The First One looked up and his smile grew friendly. “So you also are stuck between moments.”
The former First Lieutenant shook his head. “For the first time I’m aware that time isn’t a line; it’s a stack of cards maybe, or papers, and it really is possible if you know what you’re doing to pull yourself onto a different page without a time stabilizer or equipment.” Suddenly he grinned. “Or maybe I’m just crazy and this is just a symptom.”
He was also reflecting that his friend Jeff would tell him he was speaking Vorlon. Maybe he was.
“I’m here.” Lorien pointed out.
“That doesn’t mean a thing. I was brought up in a time with legends. Naturally I’d love to meet anyone who is a main player in the events of their time- which, logically, would mean that you knew them.”
The First One nodded slowly, respectfully. “Deeper thought than your father.”
David stood, used the Minbari symbol of respect. “May I speak to him? And could you make sure he won’t remember? I don’t want to change the past…future…events.” Lorien nodded. The officer started walking. It felt at once the shortest and the longest walk of his life. Finally he turned a corner and saw…himself, looking as surprised as he himself felt.
“It’s me!” he exclaimed, then, as his mirror image didn’t respond the same way, he
