Vignettes

Author's note: each chapter is a self contained vignette.

Standard disclaimer: This is a fanfic. The Babylon 5 universe and its cannon characters do not belong to me.

Vignette 1: The Jar

"I brought you a taste of home," Garibaldi said. "No, it's not anchovies."

Sheridan smiled. "I can always count on you to think about food. I have to admit, sometimes I get tired of Minbari food all the time. Ah, pickles!" He tried to open the jar, but it wouldn't budge.

Lise said, "It was vacuum-packed on Earth for export to Mars, so it might not open perfectly in this atmosphere."

Sheridan wiped his hands on his pants to get them really dry and improve his grip. Then he tried again. It still wouldn't budge.

He glanced into the next room in the Presidential Palace, where Delenn was tending to David. Seeing that he was not going to be caught, he untucked the end of his shirt and tried to unscrew the lid again, using the cloth to grip with. It still didn't open.

Sheridan set it aside on the coffee table. "Well, I'll try that again later after I've been doing some paperwork so my hands will be really dry. So what brings you all the way out here, Michael?"

Garibaldi started to fill him in on his plans.

Then Delenn came out of the next room. "Ooh! Pickles! I have developed quite a taste for that human food." She picked up the jar and opened it with a loud pop.

She fished out a dill pickle and crunched into it. Then she noticed her husband was looking at her funny. "What?"

He shook his head. "Sometimes I forget you're still Minbari under all that beautiful hair."

"What does that have to do with pickles?"

"Nothing." He held out his hand. "I'll have one, too."

As Delenn handed over the jar, Garibaldi smiled and said, "You loosened it up for her, John."

"Yeah, right," Sheridan replied.

The End