From: "Gentile, Richard" Subject: Pain of Rememberance Date: Fri, 18 Jun 1999 16:28:10 -0400 Hey all! Here's Part 1! Comments/critiques to;ShadowDenizen@Yahoo.Com. (Note that I am flame retardant, though!) I don't own any of the characters, they belong to JMS,WB, etc., I'm just using them!*** THE PAIN OF REMEMBERANCE By Rich Gentile "Let me out!" The screams reverberated throughout the Psi-Corps Headquarters. "What a shame" thought Alfred Bester as he sipped his tea. "She showed such promise. Damn that Lyta Alexander." Finishing his tea, Bester stood up, pushing back his chair. Turning on his black-clad heel, he exited his quarters, heading through the winding halls of the building until he came to a door that was guarded by two men clad all in black carrying PPG rifles. Affixed to their lapel was the omnipresent badge that signed their affiliation to Psi-Corps. Bester smiled, showing even white teeth. "The Corps is Mother, The Corps is Father." he thought. Upon seeing him, the Psi-Cops saluted, opening the door for Bester to enter. The room he entered was gloomy, lit only by the light of a single globe perched high on the wall, out of the prisoner's reach. The room was sparsely furnished, and what furniture there was was bolted to the floor as a precautionary measure. Though the prisoner had been here several days, she was still clad in the outfit she had worn upon her untimely departure from Babylon 5. Her clothes were ripped, torn and stained, her hair, once a beautiful golden blond now dull, limp and dirty. Tears streamed down her face heedlessly, falling to the filthy floor below. Bester noticed, with a nod of approval, that despite all she had gone through, the Psi-Corps pin (Bearing the Greek letter Omega) still shone, unsullied, on her lapel. "Perhaps" Bester thought to himself, "There's hope for her yet. After all, we have spent a lot of time and money implanting that secondary personality.. To have it blown before we were ready..." He was brought out of his reveries by the prisoner resuming her moaning. At first Bester figured it was some kind of incoherent mumbling, as the prisoner had been doing since her arrival, but after listening for a few moments, it seemed that the prisoner was.. speaking! "Susan... Forgive me, Susan" the woman moaned, repeating it over and over... At last even Bester became unnerved by the monotony and despair in the womans voice. Gliding across the floor towards her, Bester kneeled next to her on the floor, placing his hand (which was encased in his customary black glove) on her shoulder. The prisoner flinched, looking up at him, a jumble of emotions crossing her face. "Talia.." Bester whispered, probing gently. "You're Talia Winters." Bester noted that she mouthed the words along with him. "You are Talia Winters. You are Talia Winters." Over and over. At last, when it appeared she subsumed the words into her lexicon, he stopped, rising, taking the prisoner with him. He spoke again, probing gently as he did so. "You are Talia Winters, Licensed Commercial Telepath, Psi Corp Rating P5." Again he repeated it over and over until she seemed to grasp the impact of his words. "This is going to be tougher than I thought." Bester mused to himself, taking up the words again, resuming his gentle probing... (TO BE CONTINUED) From: "Gentile, Richard" Subject: Fan Fiction Pt. 2 ***Its me again! Heres Pt. 2! Disclaimers in Part 1. Comments/ critiques to; ShadowDenizen@Yahoo.Com. *** THE PAIN OF REMEMBERANCE (PT 2/of ?) By; Rich Gentile Susan Ivanova awoke, alone, in her quarters. Her hand moved of its own volition to the other side of the bed, searching for the warm body that should be slumbering next to her. Then...reality set in... Ivanova sat up, tears glistening in her eyes. It had been several weeks since Talia Winters had left Babylon 5 in the arms of the Psi-Corps, but Susan still not not reconcile herself to that fact. Talia had been such a sturdy, supportive presence... Even when the two were fighting (Which was more often than not!), Ivanova had felt.. comforted.. when Talia was around, and she was sure Talia had felt the same... To have all that ripped away from her, just when they were becoming close, galled Ivanova more than anything else.. And that horrible, hateful things Talia had said... In her mind, Ivanova knew that it was not the REAL Talia that had said any of those, but her heart still ached nonethless... "Ivanova to C&C." she chirped into her link. "I can't sleep. I'll be in shortly to assume control.": "Affirmative, Commander." Corwins voice replied. "How can he be so chipper at this hour of the morning?" Ivanova questioned to herslef. "It's unnatural." She sauntered off to the shower (the one with real running water) letting it soothe all her troubles away.. for the moment... "Damn. Just when we were getting somewhere." Michael Garibaldi, Head of Security for Babylon 5 mused to himself. "We might've had something really beautiful together. Damn that Psi-Corps. And damn Bester too!" In HIS heart of hearts, Garibaldi KNEW that Bester was somehow behind this scam... he HAD to be... "Now she's gone, back to Psi Corps HQ, no doubt for them to do hideous experiments on..." Michael lay in bed, unable to sleep, thinking about his beloved Talia. How her hair glinted in the neon lights, how she always showed just the tiniest bit of leg in her from fitting Psi-Corps skirt. But mostly he thought about how she smelled.. Like a warm spring day after the rains had fallen... "Snap out of it, Garibaldi" he kicked himself. "You had your chance, you blew it, and now she's gone. You'll probably never see her again, and you'll be that much better off for it..." Meanwhile, at the Psi-Corps HQ on Earth- "Hows the re-education going, Mr. Bester?" the tall, gaunt, white-haired man queried. "As well as can be expected. Mr. Von Tartakoff." Bester replied diffidently, sipping his tea to cover his nervousnness "It's a difficult process, but so far we have yet to encounter any...undue..difficulties." "Very Good." Mitchell Von Tartakov responded. "Ms. Winters is an essential part of our plan, especially after the whole incident with Jason Ironheart. She could provide the link we need to make a stable telekinetic... And once we re-implant that control, we'd have the leeway we need..." "Yes, sir." Bester replied. "That would give Psi-Corps just the incentive we need to become an organization that should be feared and rightfully so..." "As long as it all remains under my control" Bester thought, making sure his neural shields were firmly in place." "It will be a glorious day indeed!" Von Tartakoff crowed... (TO BE CONTINUED)