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14 July 2005 @ 12:40 am
one small step...  
Am fooling around with writing Talia/Garibaldi, since, er, no one else is doing so. I'm just playing, but I thought I'd share what might be the beginning of some sort of missing-scene-plus thing. A few scenes, set toward the end of season 1. The last scene won't make sense if you haven't seen "A Voice in the Wilderness," and "Legacies" (I think) is also mentioned.

I've never written this pairing from Talia's point of view before, I don't think, so I figured I'd try. Mostly friendship contained herein, so safe for non-'shippers.

***

It's something around the thirtieth time Mr. Garibaldi has asked her out. Talia has lost track of the exact number -- however, she's sure that this is the first time she's said yes.

"My dinner appointment cancelled; there's some confusion with his transport. Drinks?"

He actually gapes at her, flirtatious bravado grinding to a tentative halt. "Really?"

She's joking, actually, only felt like yanking his chain and prolonging their customary banter until the lift reaches its destination, but she pauses before replying. Even through her best defenses, she feels a wave of excitement and nerves from him that make her feel like it would be cruel to smack him down now, even if their flirtation is never really that serious.

Besides, she wasn't lying about the transport. She really is all dressed up with nowhere to go. "Sure."

He speaks hesitantly, for him, still waiting for her to pull the rug away. "It'll take me a minute to wrap things up at security... half an hour?"

"Sure," she says again, as the lift stops to let him off at his destination.

He casts her a few more looks before the door closes, like he wonders if she's feeling all right, or if he's being set up for a surprise party.

She rolls her eyes once the doors are closed and the lift is moving again. She'll regret her moment of weakness tomorrow, when he redoubles his efforts to win her over, but she can't help smirking to herself. Even if it's overwhelming whenever she's tired or in a rush, she can't help liking the way he looks at her.

No, an hour or two with Michael Garibaldi definitely isn't the end of the world.

***

He changes his order to 'just water' after she chooses a wine and asks for two glasses, and she can't help a flicker of surprise.

"What?" he almost snaps. "You didn't know?"

She wonders if he realizes that his defensive posturing actually broadcasts his thoughts louder than normal, until he's practically shouting at her about recovering alcoholism and B5 being his last last last chance.

"No, I didn't. I'm sorry." She wants to know more than the mere flash she got before her mental barriers adjusted, but doesn't ask.

"Oh." He shifts, and offers her a wry smile, perhaps to compensate for his overreaction. He looks uncomfortable in the upscale place in red sector where she made reservations for her absent client. "I figured everyone knew. Especially..."

He waves a hand at her, and now it's her turn to feel defensive. Even with the Psi Corps' constant and loud insistence that its members never scan normals without their permissions or a legal warrant, people assume telepaths know everything about them. In truth, she probably knows much less than anyone else. Because of the same false assumption, people rarely gossip with her.

"You probably know far more about me than I know about you," she points out.

He nods, looking pretty confident. "Probably. I used to want to be a telepath, you know. Make my job easier."

She doesn't say that it would make his job impossible, since telepaths can't enroll in the regular divisions of the Earth Force. "I did some work in the criminal division of the Corps," she says instead. "Trust me -- you're better off staying outside the minds of these people if you can manage it."

The wine and water arrive. Talia wonders if it's rude for her to drink at all in front of him -- even though he did agree to drinks -- but pours herself a glass to keep that thought from being too conspicuous. "You should've stopped me from ordering a whole bottle if you weren't going to help me with it."

He grins, and she can't help but grin back. He watches her take the first swallow, and she senses hunger in his eyes. She doesn't think it's meant for the wine, and that thought gives her chills she can't explain.

"So," she reaches for conversation, "tell me about-"

His link beeps, and he answers it with a sigh. "Garibaldi."

It's Sinclair, requesting his assistance, and Garibaldi shoots her a wry look before agreeing.

"Sorry." He looks truly apologetic, and more disappointed than she would have expected. He thinks this is his one and only chance, she realizes. The chills haven't quite gone away.

"Duty calls," she replies easily. And then, without thinking, only to appease the expression on his face, "We'll have to try this again sometime."

He looks so genuinely pleased that it's instantly worth it. She doesn't expect this from normals -- or from anyone -- anticipates that people will at least try to be cagier around her. This is unnerving, but strangely refreshing.

***

Next time it's lunch. Garibaldi and the commander are dining at their usual lunch counter, next door to the new Middle Eastern restaurant she's been meaning to try. She means only to drop a hello in passing, since she needs to walk right by them anyway and Garibaldi has previously teased her for being far too aloof, but Sinclair stops her with a barrage of scheduling questions about upcoming League negotiations.

The counter attendant brings her a glass of water unrequested, so she decides to sit. Sinclair leaves not long after that to chase down the Tochati ambassador and, feeling strong and a bit playful after a leisurely morning off, Talia decides to stay.

"Any reccomendations?"

Garibaldi shoots her a look, mouth full of french fries, like she's nuts. She admits that it is a bit bizarre that she has only eaten here once or twice in her year on B5, especially when she eats nearly all her meals out, but she prefers to explore the other offerings in the parade of restaurants that are constantly changing ownership. She's all in favor of a taste of home every now and again this far out into space, but eating down-home North American cuisine every day seems excessive.

He swallows -- barely -- before answering her question. "I'd keep away from the chicken." Wise advice on any far outpost, even one getting shipments as frequently as Babylon 5. "Hamburgers are okay, though."

She wrinkles her nose at the thought of reconstituted meat, and he laughs at her. "Come on, it won't kill you."

"Probably."

"Probably." He takes another bite and mumbles, "Mmm. Tastes like..."

She waits while he chews, and tries to keep distaste out of her expression. In a strange way, she finds his lacking table manners endearing, and in a flash she's reminded of her father. She doesn't recall much about her time before Psi Corps. It amuses her that one of about five things she remembers clearly about her father is that he used to eat and run.

"... like nothing, really." Garibaldi takes a swig of water. "If you're lucky. You get used to it."

She lays a napkin in her lap with exaggerated delicacy. "Charming."

He calls over the counter boy with a snap of a finger. "She'll have what I'm having. But give her lots of ketchup."

It arrives quickly, which is the real appeal of this deli counter, she's sure. Bravely, she digs in.

He actually cheers her on. She doesn't admit it isn't horrible, with all the ketchup, but he grins at her anyway.

"Milkshake?"

"With real dairy?" She doesn't even joke about real milk of the unpowdered variety. That's something else she remembers about her life before age five -- being confined to the table until she finished her entire glass of milk, like calcium could somehow cure her of the abnormal freakiness that kept her screaming all night whenever the neighbors would fight.

She has been thinking more and more about that time, entertaining vague and spotty memories she'd long ignored, since Alicia Belden went to live with the Minbari. Susan Ivanova's vehement hatred of the Psi Corps is unwarranted, or at least exaggerated, but lately Talia wonders if her early childhood among Normals was truly as frightening and confusing as she remembers it, or if the Corps encouraged that interpretation of it to bind her to them.

If Garibaldi noticed that she wandered into the past for a few moments, he doesn't show it. "I'm not sure milkshakes on Earth have real dairy."

"A good point." It has been a while since she's had a conversation this pointless. She finds she misses it.

Garibaldi raises what's left of his burger -- which isn't much, the way he's been scarfing it down like the apocalypse is knocking at the front door -- in approximation of a toast. "To processed foods," he declares, loud enough to make one of the other patrons look their way.

Talia considers taking a stance of superior maturity, but decides against it. She does, however, completely finish chewing before echoing: "To processed foods."

***

She waits a week after the fighting on Mars dies down, but curiosity and worry finally get the better of her and she asks him about Lise Hampton.

She never really has to go looking for Garibaldi. They seem to cross paths a totally unnatural amount on a station this size, especially considering how their professional lives intersect only rarely. In fact, she's pretty sure that, if she ever wanted to 'just bump into him', she could ride the lifts around for less than twenty minutes and be sure to see him.

She isn't doing that now, but only because he got into the lift only one stop after she did. These things unnerve her, but only when she has nothing else pressing to contemplate.

"Your friend on Mars... did you ever manage to reach her?"

She braces preemptively against whatever emotion will come at her, since she's sure it will be something. The tiny confines of the lift makes it worse, but she has always struggled more than many other P5s when it comes to completely blocking strong sentiments in close proximity. Garibaldi's thoughts and feelings tend to catch her off guard more than most -- something else she only considers when she doesn't have enough interesting things to do.

He frowns. "Yeah. Yeah, she's okay."

Talia doesn't have to be a telepath to recognize that he doesn't want to talk about it.

She offers anyway. "And are you? Okay?"

He glares at her, but his eyes reveal just the edge of a tightly controlled rage that makes her gasp. She has sensed this about him before -- even seen it when she watched him bodily tackle a lurker who had seriously maimed one of his men -- but it has never been directed anywhere near her. Suddenly, she longs for the measured, quiet company of other telepaths. All those who called her remarkably brave for accepting this position had been thinking of the aliens she'd have to scan, but being surrounded by incessant human mental noise is just as demanding.

But the weakness is hers, not his. She clamps down on any further reaction and forces her nerves to relax as she stands her ground.

"I didn't mean to pry," she assures him.

Garibaldi looks away from her and she winces to herself, feeling on the periphery of her senses how guilt has now been mixed in with all his other tumuluous emotions.

"Yeah."

The lift stops, nowhere near her original destination, but she's feeling a bit shaky so she slips out past a pair of Centauri stepping in.

"Talia."

She turns around. It's rare he calls her by her first name, and whenever he has, it has always been important.

"Thanks anyway."

The lift takes off, leaving her in the hallway. She closes her eyes, feeling almost like the long-stifled emotion and sad set of Garibaldi's shoulders are wrapped in the empty space around her, and wants very much to be able to help.

***
 
 
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Little Red: b5 - talia garibaldi uncertain - lyssiemylittleredgirl on July 14th, 2005 02:44 pm (UTC)
... !!! OMG! Yes. There's so much of that Victorian cliche in this pairing, and I'd never fully realized it. I love the class issues inherent in it, because while she's above him in all outward appearances, she's also a second-class citizen because she's a telepath. Eeeee! *flails*

I both can't believe you read it and can't believe you liked it!!

There will be more, probably. I wanted to carry the possibly-missing-scenes through for a while, but I'm not sure how episode-relevant they'll get.
lilwitchy on July 14th, 2005 11:02 am (UTC)
so wrong... it's so so wrong. but darn it's a sweet story. but it's still WRONG. talia belongs to SUSAN. even your sweet story can not make me feel sympathetic towards garibaldi. nope, it can't. okay, so maybe a little. darn you for writing something this good about something so WRONG! ;)
Little Red: b5 - talia garibaldi uncertain - lyssiemylittleredgirl on July 14th, 2005 08:53 pm (UTC)
I'm not sure anything in this disqualifies Susan and Talia for doing sex in season 2. :) Even on-screen Garibaldi lusts after Talia and Talia tolerates him, so... *babbles in self-defense*

Besides, Susan's still being awful to Talia at this point in the series, so maybe Talia's just waiting around for her to snap out of it?

*snuggles* Thanks for reading it anyway! Sorry it wasn't as non-shipper-safe as advertised...
Allie O'N: squeealliesings on July 14th, 2005 11:54 am (UTC)
*wibble*
*melt*

Oh, wow. Your ability to be brilliant when you're just messing around is amazing. Your "trashy novel" is going to be a rare treasure. You've captured that onscreen chemistry.

Have you ever read the B5 novel, "Voices"? Your Talia voice is breathtaking.
Little Red: b5 - all alone in the night - thatfangirmylittleredgirl on July 14th, 2005 09:00 pm (UTC)
Awww! Thank you!! *tackles you with love* Wow. I'm so glad this worked out -- I really wasn't sure how to go at this pairing in spite of my firmly entrenched shipper love.

*happysqueee* No, really, you've just made my day! :) I've got to rewatch an episode before I keep going with this, so hopefully I'll get the time before Stargate and 'lantis consume my soul yet again, but I'm having fun.

And yes, I've read "Voices"! I actually dug it out last night after posting this to bask in the total Voices joy. That's where I first clued in to how refined she is.