John Sheridan suddenly cried out and reeled back against the wall. Delenn caught him, but he seemed to be muttering something to himself. Valen sighed, and stepped back. He knew what it was. A time flash, a temporal jump, to relive events from the past or to experience brief glimpses of the future. They had all been witnessing such phenomena when the station had been orbiting Epsilon 3. Now they had their temporal stability discs, which should protect them from such things.
Sheridan blinked and started, resting against the wall. "What happened?" Delenn asked him.
"I…. I don't know. I was reliving my wedding. It's like I was there, but it was nine years ago. I don't understand."
Valen breathed out slowly, and went forward to his destiny. Zathras walked beside him, but Ta'Lon and the other Narns remained in the shadows. There was no telling what might be waiting. "It's been happening to all of us," Valen said, walking towards them. "Flashes, forwards or back." Sheridan's eyes were narrowing, but he did not reach for a weapon. He looked…. so very different. But then, Valen had seen him only seldom two years in the future.
"Greetings, both of you. I welcome you to this place." Delenn gasped softly. Ah, she knew now. "I am called Valen."
Sheridan shook his head, and as he did so he caught a glimpse of the figure by Valen's side. "Zathras! But…. what are you doing here? You stayed on the planet with G'Kar!"
"Ah, no, Captain. Zathras is being very sorry, but Zathras last seen you many years ago, yes. Time has passed, yes. Much time. In your years…."
"Zathras!" snapped Valen. Sheridan and Delenn were not to know. They deserved some hope for the future at least.
"Ah yes, Zathras know, Zathras not supposed to talk about time. Zathras not supposed to talk about anything. Zathras supposed to shut up. Zathras is being shutting up. There. Zathras is shut up."
"I thank you both for coming," Valen repeated, ignoring his companion's tantrum. "We need your help, but first you have to understand. You have to…."
Sheridan blinked, and cried out.
There was a blur of movement, and a hissing, screaming noise. Valen started and turned. Ta'Lon burst from the shadows, his sword flashing. There was a burst of PPG fire. Valen staggered back. "They're here," he whispered. He could see Delenn directly in front of him. She was trying to grab Sheridan, who was shaking in the grip of another time flash.
"Shadows here," Zathras snapped. "We be going now. Very quickly."
Something shimmered into view just in front of them. Reaching out, Valen seized hold of Delenn's sleeve and began to run in the direction of the corridor. Zathras followed, sniping around their heels. Ta'Lon moved to help Sheridan, but the shimmering form of the emerging Shadows cut him off. There was a hint of a human moving as well.
The four of them managed to reach the corridor, Ta'Lon and his Narns trying to hold off the Shadow attack as the others gained ground. "We cannot just leave him," Delenn was saying.
"They won't kill him," he reassured her. "It's me they want — me and you. You have to understand, Delenn. There's a lot I have to show you, and not much time. You told me about this, and now I have to do what you said I did. I have to…."
She blinked, and was lost to him. She stiffened, and would have fallen if he had not caught her. Holding her as best he could, he continued to run. "Time flash," Zathras said. "This is…. not good. Very strange also. Should not be happening this often. Perhaps…. temporal rift is not working as well as it should. Zathras is not being liking the sound of that, no."
"You are not alone," Valen replied. "But we can do nothing about that now."
They stopped running at last, and waited to catch their breath. Delenn remained under the spell of the time flash, and he began to worry. This was too long. "What is happening to her?" he asked Zathras.
"Is…. difficult to tell, with truth. Rift is not acting as it should. Not that Zathras can tell for sure, though, since Zathras has never been back in time before, but…. this should not be happening."
"Maybe the battle is going badly."
"Is one possibility, yes. Is not very pleasant possibility. Is…."
Delenn stirred. "Valen's Name," she whispered. Her eyes opened and she looked around, confused.
"It was bad, wasn't it?" he asked. "I've never seen anyone down for that long."
She raised her hands to her forehead, and felt carefully around the edges of her bone crest. "Was…. was that an image of what will happen, or of what might happen?"
"We don't know," he replied. "We've all had images of the past, images that were surprisingly accurate." He remembered uncomfortably the sound of Marrain's last words to him, witnessed in a time flash just before the station entered the rift. Another failure brought home to him. "Of the future…. none of us can be certain."
"I saw…. I saw…."
"Don't tell me, Delenn," he said swiftly. "I must not know. It is not for me to know." One more hint of a future he would never see. One more unanswered question.
"You know my name," she suddenly breathed in wonder. "You…. know my name."
"Of course," he replied smiling. "And you know mine. Or you will. We brought this station from your future, to take it a thousand years into the past. I wrote myself a letter then, telling myself of what will happen." He had, a letter brought to him by Kosh when he arrived at the station. How Kosh had obtained it, he had no idea. He had read it, and was disheartened. It told him things he already knew, but it did something to assuage his doubts, even if only a little.
"I wrote you a letter as well, although I don't know whether you ever received it. I came here for your help, Delenn — yours and Sheridan's. Now I think I may have come here to help you. Do you know what you have to do?"
"Yes," she breathed. "Yes. I saw it…. but…. will my actions bring about what I have seen?"
"I don't know, Delenn. As I told you once, my place lies with the future no longer, but with the past. That is, of course, if we ever make it there."
"What has happened?"
"We were ready to launch this station when the Enemy attacked. It was a hard battle, but we managed to get away. I…. don't know what happened to my friends who were defending us. Some of the enemy made it aboard and have been trying to kill me. If they do, then the past will be doomed, and so will all of us. I came here hoping to gain your help, but the enemy have proven to be too strong for us."
"Then it was you who sent the message?"
He blinked, and prepared to tell just another lie, one of the few he hoped he would ever have to tell her. He was beginning to realise why he had been brought to this time. He was practically becoming a Vorlon, and he hated it. "What message? No, we were unable to get into the main control centre."
They had to see, both of them. Sheridan and Delenn had to see what lay before them, where their destinies led. Delenn had to be prepared for her exile, hence the use of her title Zha'valen. Both of them had a hard road ahead, and they had to be prepared for it.
"We received a message asking for myself and Captain Sheridan to come over here, and to come alone. It must have been a trap…. They have him!"
"Delenn, Sheridan is a…. clever man. I am sure he…."
"No. I know it. They have him. The Enemy has him!"
And they did. Valen knew that for a fact. He wished he did not have to lie to them, he wished he could share something of what he knew to be coming for them, he wished…. he wished so much….
* * *
There was the clash of metal against metal, the strain of muscles, the beating of hearts…. Londo staggered back, wiping at his eyes in desperation. Who would have thought he had become so old? The time had been when he could fight all day and carouse all night.
Cartagia smiled. "Growing old, Mollari? And you thought to rule. How can you rule our Republic when you cannot even stand for a few minutes?"
He was right. May all the Gods damn him, but he was right. Cartagia was a far younger man, whose days of wine, women and song had yet to catch up with him. He was fitter, stronger, and possessed of a remarkable inner fortitude. He also had been eating well these last few days, and had not spent them chained to a dank cell well.
Cartagia drifted forward, his kutari flickering in his hand like a living thing. It sliced through the already-torn sleeve of Londo's jacket and drew a red line across his forearm. Spinning on his heel, the Prince delivered an elbow jab to Londo's jaw, and he fell. Again.
"Get up, Mollari. I'm not finished with you yet. Or has Elrisia been sapping too much of your strength?"
"I've only seen her once since I got back to the capital," he panted, staggering up. Keep him talking, find some way to gather time, to breathe.
"Ah yes. When she took you to see our madman chained in the cellar. Did you enjoy the vision he showed you, hmm? The death of our world. The death of all worlds, perhaps. Who can say?"
"What? You've…. seen it, too. Then…. why have you…." Londo was trying to breathe, but it was becoming more and more difficult. "Why…?"
"Because, my dear Mollari. The ultimate answer to everything. Because." He stepped forward. "Are you ready to resume yet? I can wait a bit longer if you'd prefer."
"There he is!" cried a new voice, and Londo struggled to lift his head. Two soldiers had burst into the room. He could not be sure whether they were loyalist guardsmen or part of Valo's attack force. The fighting had apparently drifted away from this area of the palace building.
"Return to your posts," Cartagia said, bored.
"Not likely," one of them snarled. He raised a small hand-held energy pistol, a weapon usually carried by bodyguards to the nobles in addition to their fanciful rapiers.
Cartagia smiled and raised his arm. There was a blur of movement as he threw his sword at the guard. Crimson blood seemed to rain from the soldier's throat as the sword pinned him against the wall. His companion was slow to react, and by the time he managed to do anything Cartagia had drawn his own energy pistol and shot him squarely in the head.
"How tiresome," he muttered, drifting over to the body of the first soldier and pulling his kutari free. "You'd think Valo would have sent more than two, wouldn't you? Oh, but then again, maybe not. I've cultivated somewhat of an air of…. ah…. weakness, these last few months. What better way to hide your true intentions, hmm, Mollari?"
His back was still to Londo. There was a chance now. One brief chance. Londo started forward, running as fast as he could, raising his own sword in front of him.
Cartagia spun, kicking out in one fluid motion, striking Londo in the belly. Crying out, Londo fell back helpless as Cartagia delivered a roundhouse kick to the side of his head that sent him sprawling.
"That was hardly sportsmanlike, Mollari. Maybe you have learned something on your travels after all. Good. You might make a fine Emperor yet, albeit not for very long."
"What…. do…. you…. mean?" he whispered, trying to stay conscious. His hearts were pounding.
"Oh, look around you, Mollari. You're going to win this. Everyone knows that, because all the morons out there have been too busy scrambling around trying to deal with each other. Their ambitions are not high enough, you see. Only you, I and Elrisia actually realised the true prize…. and once I'm gone, Elrisia will never get anywhere. She's the most hated woman in the Republic."
