From: Kate Bolin <kbolin@mailhost.tcs.tulane.edu>
Subject: Alright...I guess I'm on a roll...
Date: Mon, 24 Mar 1997 11:34:59 -0600 (CST)

Okay, I got bored, I started writing, and this showed up.
This is kinda scary isn't it?
I know I'm submitting a lot of stuff, but I've been watching the episodes
again (thank the Maker for video!), so it's all sort of emerging from the
deep recesses of my brain.

Okay, disclaimers.  These are JMS's characters.  They are copyrighted by
WB, PTEN, Babylonian Productions and whoever else has a copyright.  I
don't mean to infringe on these copyrights, because I'd be very sorry if I
did.

Enjoy!
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	WHAT DO YOU WANT, MR. GARIBALDI?
		right before "Divided Loyalites"

	It would be just my luck, thought Garibaldi to himself.  Get so
close to her and just lose any hope.  He sighed and took another sip of
water.  And to who?  Susan.  Someone who I didn't even THINK was in
competition.
	Garibaldi sighed again.  Sometimes it seemed like the whole
universe was against him.
	While he was sitting there, moping, he saw someone sit next to him
in his perpipheral vision.  "Hello, Mr. Garibaldi," the voice said softly.
	Garibaldi turned to the speaker.  There sat Mr. Morden, looking as
smug as ever.  "Aren't you supposed to be off the station?" he asked him.
	Morden smiled a smile that you could use to sharpen knives.
"Possibily," he said.  "But I have business."
	Garibaldi snorted.  "Oh really?  With who?"
	"You."
	Garibaldi looked at him.  "That's funny.  I didn't have that on my
schedule...Let me check..."
	Morden's smile grew a tad brittle.  "Mr. Garibaldi, I'm afraid I
have no time for sarcasm."
	"Pity.  It's about all I have left."
	Morden's smile vanished.  "Mr. Garibaldi," he said in a serious
tone.  "What do you want?"
	Talia, Garibaldi's mind screamed.  God, do I want Talia.  I want
her to look at me the way she looks at Susan.  Outwardly, he shrugged.  "I
dunno...maybe some anchovies and garlic, eh?"
	Morden looked at him with thinly veiled sarcasm.  "Come on,
Garibaldi, there must be something."
	Garibaldi sighed.  Like there was anything Morden could do about
what he wanted. He turned to the man.  "You know what I want?  I want
Talia to not be with Suan, okay?  'Cause that's all that's on my mind
right now."
	Morden smiled again.  "Excuse me, Mr. Garibaldi, I have another
appointment."  The younger man left the Zocalo, smiling the entire time.
	Garibaldi sighed and reached for his water again.  "Oh well," he
said to himself.  "It was just a wish."



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