Shirahime (shirahime) wrote in taintedquill, @ 2007-08-05 05:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | babylon 5, garibaldi/bester |
[FIC] Where Loyalties Lie
Title: Where Loyalties Lie
Author: Shirahime
Rating: eventual NC-17
Pairing: Garibaldi/Bester
Summary: Early Season 3-ish fic. Wherein Bester becomes an unwanted new fixture to the station, and circumstances are more than they initially appear.
Part One
A flash of light, and the area between the struts of the jumpgate shifted in shades of blue, a portal opening from the depths of hyperspace. Four figures sat in the darkly painted shuttle, the telltale bronze and silver emblem on the craft’s side displayed proudly on a field of black. His mouth a grim line, Alfred Bester gazed at the space station looming ever larger in his field of view, turning slowly on its axis in what were the early evening hours. Duty once again brought him to Babylon 5, a place seen by many as holding a promise of new beginnings and harmony among varied species. It was this very thing that made the place one of the hubs of an underground railroad for unregistered telepaths being shuffled out of the grasp of the Corps, the situation allowed by the complicit command staff of the station.
Alfred’s expression darkened. The debriefing that the former commercial telepath on the station had undergone back on Mars had largely confirmed what that Bester had suspected the last time that he’d left the station, the fact that the combined psi of the rogues that the station had harbored was enough for them to cause him to have a false vision of events. His pride was still wounded by that knowledge, as well as the fact that a once loyal servant of the Corps had been led astray by the group. He shook his head. Unfortunate, though, that Talia’s personality had ended up replaced by the sleeper. He had liked the blonde despite what she’d done, after a fashion.
“Is something wrong, sir?” a young psi cop asked from beside him. The older telepath always kept his blocks up fairly high, even around other psi cops, but the young man didn’t need his talent to tell him that his superior was fairly annoyed.
Bester sighed. “Coming to this place always puts me in a bad mood, Evan,” he replied. “You might have the displeasure of meeting a few of the people responsible for that.”
The shuttle announced itself, moving into the docking bay after obtaining the required clearances. It wasn’t long after the psi cops and the two bloodhounds that had accompanied them made their way out of the docking bay past the security checkpoint before a voice rang out nearby that was all too familiar.
“Well, look what crawled out of the docking bay,” the voice remarked, making Bester halt, a pained expression on his face before turning around. Garibaldi, of course. The security chief approached the group, his mood darkening with every step forward that he took. What was he doing back on Babylon 5? “So what brings you here to my humble station?”
“Psi Corps business, Mr. Garibaldi,” Alfred answered with a pleasantness that he certainly didn’t feel. “Nothing that will get in the way of the command staff or interfere with you.”
Garibaldi shot the man a look. “Somehow, I doubt that.”
Bester sighed. “If you must know, we’re on the trail of several telepaths with ties to rogue terrorist cells on Mars.”
“Sounds like something that’s going to make you cross paths with security”
Bester gave a faint and unkind smile. “We already have several leads as to their whereabouts. I doubt that we’ll be needing your… expertise, but thank you for offering.” The less that normals interfered with Psi Corps matters, the better.
As the man turned to walk away with the rest of the telepaths, Garibaldi had a few choice thoughts for the psi cop that he hoped the telepath had been listening in on.