Commander Susan Ivanova

The Moments In Between (I) - licenseartistic, January 06 Prompt

2006-01-31T23:48:08Z

Title: The Moments In Between
Prompt: Jan prompt 2: Sunrise.
Character: susanivanova (Susan Ivanova)
Warnings: post-series, AU.
Pairings: Susan/Talia
Fandom: Babylon 5
Word count: 269
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Link:
Author's Note: Ties in with taliaivanova's journal entry.

The Moments In Between (I)
By Leyenn

There's never been a city like this one. The light splits apart into a dozen hues and shades as the sun rises between spires of metal and crystal, rising up into the palest of blue skies, all of it just as elegant as she'd have imagined.

Susan Ivanova isn't exactly a poet, but she's got to admit, it's pretty amazing. Tuzanor, the City of Sorrows, newly-born capital of the Interstellar Alliance, waking up from its famous dreams into the early morning light. The balcony of their apartment is high enough to catch the heat of the morning even in the growing shade of the building behind her; the carved crystal is almost soft with warmth under her hands, soft as the cloak wrapped around her shoulders, but casting rainbows of light around her feet.

This is her first sunrise in almost five years, and it's beautiful.

*

Talia walks up behind her. She smiles out into the growing light for a long, long moment before looking over her shoulder, afraid of breaking the spell, afraid of the warmth slipping away.

"Lovely morning, huh?"

"Perfect." Slender arms rustle her cloak as they wrap around her, and the warmth is not lost, no, it's right here and going nowhere at all, damned fast indeed. "Mm." Talia presses a smile close to her neck. "Breakfast is waiting... and we have a busy day ahead of both of us."

"I know." But still she doesn't move; just holds her wife's warm, pale hands against her and looks outward again, at the light exploring the city and the new dawn rising above the mountains beyond.

*

(RP) Just when life seems normal...

2004-07-04T22:09:10Z

Susan is sitting on her couch in her quarters, feet curled up under a blanket, with a mug of tea and a book on the table that she isn't reading. The Babcom has her personal log open and recording.

"So I'm back on station for barely a few hours - this is the first time I've even seen the inside of my quarters all day - and hell... or maybe heaven... breaks out right on my doorstep.

"I'm still trying to work out what the hell's been going on with londo_mollari, citizengkar and vir_cotto_tm. _delenn's been in charge in my absence, since John's still on Proxima at some damn summit or other... and it seems mikegaribaldi's run off to have some illicit affair - and lots of sex, I might add, from the sounds of things, not that I never suspected before - with ranger_wun.

"And now I discover he's a telepath - damn, is there anyone around here who isn't, these days? The miracle is that I seem to have missed alfredbester's most recent visit, so at least I didn't need to break a nail kicking his sorry ass off my station."

She takes a sip of tea.

"Not that I don't expect to see him again in the near future. My luck just isn't that good."

Another sip, nervously, playing with the edges of the blanket. It's not cold, but she needed something to hide under while she waits.

"Or maybe it is. That heaven I mentioned..."

Her gaze flickers to the clock on her shelf, an antique from home. It's nearly twenty-two hundred.

Susan thinks that she really should have mentioned a time beyond 'tonight'. She also thinks she should have put some vodka in her tea; as horrible as that always tastes, at least it would have calmed her down.

"...taliawinters is back."

What have you most regretted losing?

2004-07-04T15:07:04Z

I've lost so much in my life, you'd think that would be a hard question; if only because I have more choice than a Pak'ma'ra garbage bin. But really, it isn't. It's only difficult because - oh, hell. Mama, Ganya, my father... even Malcolm, because I did love him once before he showed his true colours. My freedom, the ability to just be normal, as normal as I try to seem.

All those people, all the innocence I've lost in my life, it was all taken from me - without my consent and against my will, no matter how I tried to hold onto it. But the thing I regret losing the most? I regret that most of all because I let it go.

I let her go.

Stood there and watched the ship that carried her away from me... damn it, I even gave them clearance to depart myself, with my own voice, from my own console, when I could have stopped it with a single word and kept her here and tried... God, I should have tried to find some way to help her.

And the worst part?

I knew every second what I was doing. I thought up a dozen ways to convince the Captain and Garibaldi, a dozen ways to hide her and even more to try and reverse what those bastards did to her mind. And still I let her go.

I don't think I've ever felt as guilty as I did that night.

Come to think on it, I don't think I've ever been quite as drunk, either.

Muse: Susan Ivanova
Fandom:: Babylon 5</i>

(T_M) What's a typical day for you?

2004-07-03T19:20:55Z

That's an interesting word. Typical?

Typical isn't what I'd call my days, recently.

Right now 'typical' is getting three hours' sleep a night, waiting for word that my Captain hasn't been blown into six billion flaming pieces in Proxima Three's atmosphere, and our hopes for taking back Earth successfully along with him.

I don't doubt that what we're doing is right. Or that John knows what he's doing, and he can do it well. But the waiting... yeah. I guess typical these days is waiting. For the Captain, for Delenn - for whatever's going to happen to us at the end of all this.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go show my face on every vid screen from here to Proxima. No, I didn't mention that little side-job, did I? Somehow I'm a newsreader now along with everything else.

So your question? Some days I wish I could remember what a typical day was, I really do.

Muse: Susan Ivanova
Fandom: Babylon 5, season 4 ('No Surrender, No Retreat')