Welcome! Once upon a time, I used to write John/Delenn poetry and fanfiction. Thought I'd try it once more. Takes place after 'Severed Dreams' but before 'Shadow Dancing.'
It was his quiet escape from it all.
For a moment, he wasn't the commander of Babylon 5; instead he was just another nameless visitor looking down upon the Zocalo. Even after all this time he had never really lost the sense of awe that came from watching the swirling crowd below.
The Vulcans were right.
He snorted once in amusement. Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations, he reflected. I wonder what the writers of Star Trek would have thought if they had seen all of this?
For that matter, what would they have thought of Londo Mollari?
The visitor watched silently as the Centauri Ambassador lifted yet another glass to his waiting lips. It had almost reached its destination when a Drazi trader, rising from his seat, suddenly lost his balance and fell towards the nearby Ambassador. The impact sent the alcoholic drink flying into the front of Mollari's purple tunic; predictably, the Centauri roared in rage before turning his wrath on the hapless Drazi.
A small smile dawned on John Sheridan's handsome face as he watched the verbal carnage below. Even at this distance he could hear bits and pieces of Londo's tirade; he felt a twinge of sympathy for the unfortunate trader.
It could be worse, he silently consoled. You could have to hear him give a speech. Now that's torture!
Sheridan's eyes then drifted across the busy expanse to other targets of interest. G'kar was on his way to points unknown; Michael had just entered and was busy scanning the area with his inquisitive eyes...
...and then, she came into view. John watched Delenn stride across the Zocalo with silent purpose before she stopped to speak to a fellow Ambassador. For an instant, it was as if he had forgotten to breathe; his eyes savored her beauty for a long moment.
I didn't think it was possible to fall in love again. Not after Anna. An image of his now-dead wife swam in his mind's eye before he reluctantly pushed it away. And yet, bit by bit, I am. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to spend the rest of my life with her.
Now there's a loaded question: will I ever have a life?
I can't go home. The two biggest kids on the block are about to start an interstellar war. As for whether Babylon 5 can survive...
John let out a long, slow breath before his eyes refocused on the Minbari Ambassador.
Still, it's nice to dream. Isn't it?
At that moment, Delenn ended her conversation. As if by chance she looked upward; her emerald eyes met John's own...
...and she smiled. John returned the gesture with a grin and a wave; the Minbari nodded once before turning away to her original business. As she did so, Sheridan felt something stir in his heart; a wave of joy washed through his soul and left him feeling refreshed. More so than he had been for a long time. He smiled gratefully.
Maybe there is hope for us after all.
A/N: A woman's smile can do wonders for a man's soul.