The Orchard

Weir remembered the day he got married.

They handed him a document, and told him to sign it. The very same day he was given new quarters to share with his new wife. With the understanding that one of them could move out once they gave the Corps what they wanted.

His wife was another P12, a Psi Cop like him, though he’d never met her before.

Weir had never had anything particular against his wife. It’s just had they the choice, they never would have chosen one another of their own free will.

They didn’t really speak these days.

Weir, head rested on John’s chest as he slept–dreaming of a farm, except the horses were giant cats–wondered what it might be like to have a real wedding. With someone he loved.

A man sat down beside, and he had to do a double take.

“Will?”

“Hello, John.”

The black Psi Cop uniform was neat and pressed. His hair all in place. Clean shaven. Healthy. He looked good.

“How do I know–” Bradford paused considering how to phrase this, but came up with nothing better than “–How did I know you’re really you?”

You never know with Psi Corps.

Will laughed, looking down at his lap where his hands lay folded.

No other answer was forthcoming, but then Bradford had answered his own question, hadn’t he?

“I need your help.” Will lifted his gaze to look at the TV set high on the ceiling. The news was still trying to play catch up while also feeding their viewers the fresh reports coming in. There was so much information now that the war was over.

Enough that some things would slip through unnoticed, he was sure.

‘Trap!’ Psi Corps trap!’ Bradford’s mind screamed, loud enough to give Will a minute flinch.

“What do you need?” Bradford asked aloud. He wanted to take Will’s hands, but they were in public.

He focused on the thought, imagined doing it.

Will’s fingers curled.

Summary: Whether or not he would fight is not in question. But where and how he would make his stand hangs between stay and go. A decision needs to be made. (B5 AU)

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Summary: A XCOM/Babylon 5 thing that literally no one asked for.

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