rating: NC17 for slash
Summary: Sakai returns to Sinclair and Garibaldi has an encounter
The characters on B5 belong to JMS, the Great Maker and I'm just
borrowing them and thankful to God JMS created them. No copyright
infringment intended and no money is being made.
His shift was over. He should be back in his quarters relaxing, maybe
cooking a nice meal for Jeff, but he wasn't. He was prowling the
labyrinth of Downbelow, just itching for a fight. Catherine Sakai was
back, and Jeff, for all his good intentions, was like putty in her hand.
She'd hurt him again. Garibaldi was certain of it. He also knew there
wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. Jeff would sleep with her. He
always did. No matter what he said, or what he promised, they would end
up in bed together. She would promise him all his dreams. Then, when
Jeff thought everything was perfect, she'd up and leave him. He would
be left to pick up the pieces and try to put Jeff back together. Just
the thought of Sakai made him swear violently under his breath. He
needed to avoid her or he might just tell her how he felt.
Michael Garibaldi tugged the worn fedora he was wearing a little lower
as he spotted something suspicious. It looked like a drug deal. Some
skinny little guy was furtively handing something over to the buyer
when Garibaldi got a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. He knew
the buyer. It was a new security officer he had recruited personally!
Zack Allan. Garibaldi boldly followed the duo, who were completely
unaware of him.
Garibaldi confronted both men in small space hidden by mounds of old
clothing and broken boxes. He removed the fedora, drew his weapon and
greeted the dealer with a cold smile. Zack Allan blanched and looked
like he was going to lose his dinner. Garibaldi roughly grabbed the
envelope out of Zack's hand, glanced at it briefly, then grabbed the
buyer and patted him down.
He looked once at Zack and ordered him not to move. The young man was
obviously terrified and nodded yes. Then Garibaldi turned his attention
to the drug dealing dirtbag in front of him. After relieving him of
his weapon and drug stash, Michael Garibaldi told him exactly what he
thought of lowlifes like him and what he felt should be done to them.
He punctuated his comments with a series of sharp blows. He wanted to
arrest him, but that would involve Zack and destroying his career before
it even got a start. Besides, beating the crap out of this dirtbag was
helping him forget about Catherine Sakai and Jeff. Finally, leaving the
dealer slumped on the floor, he turned his attention to Zack. His eyes
were clear, pupils normal, maybe there was a chance.
"Talk!" he ordered staring directly into the younger man's eyes, looking
for signs of deceit but finding only fear. After listening to Zack's
explanation, he finally relaxed a little. He let out a deep breath and
looked away, shaking his head in disbelief.
Zack's explanation was simple. He was lonely, and nervous and needed to
relax. Some guys drink, but booze always made him puke. Smoking weed
wasn't a crime, that was all he had planned to do. He hotly denied
asking for the hallucinogen that was packaged with the weed.
"Zack, weed's legal. Why would you risk your life to come down here and
buy it from a dirtbag dealer?'
A shame faced Zack hesitated then admitted, "I didn't want anyone to
know that I'm not the happy go lucky guy they always see. I guess I'd
better stick to booze."
"Come on!" Garibaldi ordered. "You're coming with me and I'm going to
teach you how to drink with out puking."
Several hours later, a totally inebriated Zack Allen leaned heavily on
his sober Chief and looked up at him adoringly. He felt all warm and
fuzzy on the inside. So what if there were two of everything? The more
Garibaldi kept one arm firmly around Zack's waist and tried to make it
through the Zolcolo without seeing anyone. He almost succeeded. He
spotted Jeff and Catherine just before they spotted him. Thinking
frantically, not wanting Jeff to see Zack so blitzed, he shoved Zack
into the doorway of a closed shop, then put his arms around him in a
seemingly warm embrace. In reality it was a necessity to keep Zack
Zack smiled dumbly and announced "The Captain's coming!' like he was
happy about it. Garibaldi dared not look. Instead, he reached forward
and planted a long kiss on Zack's mouth. He hadn't meant for it to be a
real kiss, but then Zack had opened his mouth. He tasted of Kirillian
brandy, but he also tasted clean and honest, and most importantly,
hungry. Michael hadn't meant to do anything but distract Jeff.
Suddenly, time stopped. His thoughts of Jeff stopped. His arousal was
earth shattering. His hands squeezed zack's ass as he butted his lower
body against him. He felt Zack's hand's caress his own ass in response
and deepened the kiss, grunting as he pounded his body against Zack's
once more. Then as fast as it started, it was over. They broke
away to catch their breath, and Michael turned his head and saw Jeff
stare at him coldly from afar, then turn and walk away.
*My God, what have I done!* he though to himself. Zack saw Jeff
too and suddenly he seemed to understand. At any rate, he backed off
big time and seemed to sober up quick.
"Mikey, I don't think the Captain is happy he saw you kissing me.
You better leave."
Garibaldi stepped away. Zack was right. Jeff was angry. He sighed
wearily, then pulled Zack to his side and said, "Come on. I'll deal
with the captain, don't worry about it. Right now, we gotta get you
The next few days passed quickly but quietly. Jeff seemed to avoid
Michael and when he couldn't, treated him in an overly officious
manner. When Michael received the invitation to join Jeff and
Catherine at the Fresh Air restaurant for dinner, he knew it was over.
As he sat down beside Jeff, Sakai made sure he saw the glittering
diamond on her hand. Bitch. Garibaldi squared his shoulders, smiled
and congratulated them. He turned to face Jeff. It was a heart
stopping moment. Michael let the pain in his heart show for just a
moment, and for just a moment Jeff reacted, with look of pain and
confusion of his own. Michael couldn't help the feeling of
abandonment and betrayal. How could Jeff not trust him? he, of all
people, should know better.
Then Michael let his mask slip back into place. It wasn't over. Not
yet. Not by a long shot. He looked at Sakai and almost as much told
her so. She knew. She might have won for now, but this was just one
battle, certainly not the war. Jeff and Michael were meant to be
together, not just for a while, but forever. Maybe Jeff didn't know
that yet, but he'd find out. Sakai would be gone soon; she never stayed
long. Then Michael would pick up the pieces and repair the mess she had
made of everything. He would show Jeff, Zack was not a threat, that no
one could come between them. Together again, the pain inside would fade
and they would both heal. Together.