Rating: PG
Fandoms: Babylon 5, DC Universe
Characters/Pairings: Ambassador Timov, Ambassador J'onn
Continuity: After series for Babylon 5, random DC
Summary: Timov had always known Emperor Cotto had a sadistic streak. Fortunately, the night may not be completely wasted.
Wordcount: 321
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Looking over the crowd of new ambassadors, Timov recalled her initial impression of Emperor Cotto's sadistic streak. Then, she'd thought it directed at the other ambassadors. It was the only possible reason he could have for inflicting her on them. Now, though, she began to think it had been directed at her. Maybe it had been that comment about the council? Hmpf. The boy was far too sensitive. Though inventive. She would give him that.
She stood in the hall, the first female Centauri ambassador, and pulled together her composure in order to greet the new Martian ambassador. She needed it. The creature, though bearing a human name, was worryingly Narn-looking.
"Ambassador J'onn?" she asked, holding out one hand in the human fashion. The tall man smiled at her, deep and serene, and took her hand with gentle grace. She blinked a bit.
"At your service, Ambassador Timov," he murmured, inclining his head, and for just about the first time since this little debacle began, she saw genuine respect in a man's face. Respect, and more than a little humour. Oh, now. She might almost like this one.
"Are you indeed," she pursed her lips, considering, then shrugged a bit. She had a reputation. Might as well make use of it. "Then would you like to take tea with me? Away from the crowd?"
He raised a brow, tilting his head to scan the crowds with a fathomless amber gaze, letting it rest on the Psy contingent for a moment, and longer on the human members of his own team, then turned back to her with an expression somewhere between amusement and relief, and smiled.
"I would be forever in your debt," he murmured, holding out one green arm for her to take. She followed his gaze, raised one disapproving eyebrow that made more than a few people frown in confusion, and took it smugly.
"I'm sure you can make it up to me."
