Londo/G'Kar fic: Human Traditions
Title: Human Tradtions
Pairing: Londo/G'Kar
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None, I believe.
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me.
Summary: G'Kar learns about some human traditions.
Author's Notes: Do not ask. Please.
It’s not often one walks into their quarters and finds it littered with bunches of red flowers. G’Kar happened upon this particular event one afternoon when he returned to his quarters from a council meeting. He had opened the door to his quarters to find them full of bunches of a strange looking flower-one single red flower on a long green stem. He approached one of the bunches cautiously, reaching out to feel the flower.
He recoiled instantly, holding up his finger to inspect the damage that the damn flower had made. An innocent enough gesture, he had only wanted to feel the flower, and the awful thing had pricked him!
He head the door open behind him, and he turned to point at the ridiculous plants in contempt.
“Na’Toth! Call Mr Garibaldi! I have been assaulted in my own quarters!’
--
Garibaldi had come running down the hallway, bounding through the door in a giant leap, and found G’Kar sitting calmly amongst hundreds of roses. It would have been a strange sight indeed.
“G’Kar…” he began warily, “I was told you were in danger.”
“Indeed I am Mr Garibaldi,” G’Kar replied, motioning around him. “As you can see.”
Garibaldi nodded his head slowly, and then shook it. “Yeah okay, I don’t get it.”
G’Kar scoffed. “Do you not see the menacing plants around you?”
“Yes,” Garibaldi gazed around at the roses. “I don’t see how-“
“One attacked me Mr Garibaldi,” G’Kar held up a finger, beckoning for Garibaldi to look at it. “As you can see, the plants are particularly dangerous, and therefore I have concluded that they were placed here as an attack on my well being. Do you not agree? Mr Garibaldi?”
But Garibaldi was too busy trying not to burst out laughing. He sniggered a little, his hand over his mouth.
G’Kar’s eyebrows narrowed, “You believe this is funny Mr Garibaldi?”
Garibaldi nodded his head, letting out another snigger.
“Would you care to share how you could see humour in this event?”
“G’Kar…” Garibaldi chuckled, “These are roses.”
“Yes, an earth plant. I have heard of them,” G’Kar nodded in understanding.
Garibaldi laughed a little, and had to regain his composure before continuing to explain. “People give them as gifts, not as assassination attempts.”
G’Kar looked around at the roses in confusion. “Why would someone give me an earth plant as a gift, Mr Garibaldi?”
“Because…” Garibaldi cracked up laughing. “Look G’Kar I’ve gotta go. Go ask someone else okay?”
He laughed loudly as he walked out, leaving G’Kar confused and still surrounded by hundreds of roses.
--
G’Kar headed towards command quarters, where he new Commander Ivanova would be. He thought that after his failure to get any useful answers from Garibaldi, she might be more helpful in his quest to find out where the roses had come from.
As he neared her quarters, he could hear yelling coming from inside. He tentatively pressed the button on the wall, to which he received the response,
“GO AWAY!”
He contemplated pressing the issue, but when Ivanova followed up with a, “I MEAN IT!”, he decided better and walked back down the hallway.
--
“Mollari!”
G’Kar yelled across the room to one Londo Mollari who was sitting in his usual spot at the bar, ordering a drink. G’Kar had decided that it would be best to talk to Mollari (Londo, he corrected in his head, they were friends now). Londo was fascinated with Earth culture, and had often boasted that he had studied it immensely. G’Kar was hoping that the ambassador could tell him what kind of gift roses were…and their significance.
“Ahh G’Kar!” Londo greeted him with a grin. “Care to join me for a drink?”
“Not for a drink,” G’Kar replied, sitting down beside Londo. “I have a question.”
“Then ask away my friend,” Londo said as he took a sip of some vile smelling concoction.
“You have read about Earth customs,” G’Kar began, “I wish to know, the significance of the rose.”
Londo seemed to be studying his drink as he asked, “Why G’Kar? Did someone give you a rose?”
“A few hundred actually,” G’Kar replied with a sigh. “And I am at a loss as to what they mean.”
Londo placed his drink on the bench, and turned to face G’Kar. “The rose,” he began, “is a symbol of love. The humans give them to each other to show affection. Red is love, yellow is friendship I believe, and so on.”
G’Kar frowned. “But I have no idea who sent me these roses. How am I supposed to react?”
Londo laughed. “I daresay you’ll find out soon enough G’Kar. Soon enough.”
--
G’Kar was on his way back to his quarters, tired and frustrated, when he’d run into Delenn. She had looked at him in concern for a moment, before insisting he came in for a cup of tea. G’Kar knew that you did not refuse an insistent Delenn.
He sat with her at the table, and explained his problem to her, and made sure to mention that the roses smelled, like no flower he had smelt before.
Delenn sat and listened to him rant, nodding her head at the appropriate times. When he had finished, she sat back in her chair and smiled at him.
“I believe I know why you have received these flowers G’Kar,” she smiled knowingly.
“Oh good!” G’Kar sighed in relief. “I’m glad someone does. Tell me Delenn.”
“John spoke of it to me the other day, a human tradition that involves these flowers.”
“Yes?” G’Kar urged her to go on.
“The humans call it…Valentine’s day.” Delenn explained. “I believe it is a day to celebrate love, and the humans give each other gifts of flowers and chocolate, and…teddy…bears, all to celebrate their love for one another.” She took a sip of her tea. “I do believe that today is Valentine’s day. John gave me the most beautiful flowers this morning.”
G’Kar blanched. “You mean to say, something has dropped these infernal plants on me, to express their love?”
“I believe so,” Delenn replied with that smile of hers. “If you think the flowers are bad, you should take a look at what Marcus gave Commander Ivanova.” She chuckled. “Still, it would seem that you have an admirer G’Kar.”
“But, how do I know who this admirer is?” G’Kar asked desperately, “So I can kill them.”
Delenn chuckled. “Oh G’Kar. You should be flattered. Someone cares for you enough, and knows enough of Earth culture, to grace you with this gift. Perhaps they will reveal themselves, in time. Until then, there is nothing you can do.”
G’Kar sighed.
--
It was late by the time G’Kar finally returned to his quarters. He was tired, confused and frustrated. Why on Earth would someone send him a token of love, on a human celebration day? It didn’t make any sense.
As he walked down the hallway, G’Kar realised that the door to his quarters was already opened. He approached them cautiously, popping his head through the door to see who was there. He relaxed instantly when he saw that it was only Mollari (Londo, he corrected).
“What can I do for you Londo?” he asked as he entered through the door, once again surrounded by roses.
Londo was holding a rose in hand, examining it carefully, as if it was precious. “A rose is a beautiful thing G’Kar. To receive it as a gift should be…most pleasing. Are you not pleased?”
“No I am not!” G’Kar replied with a frown. “Because this whole concept is very confusing. Why wouldn’t this person just give me the roses themselves, or leave a card? Why all this hidden agenda?”
“Perhaps, they were not sure of your reaction,” Londo replied, refusing to look up at G’Kar. “Perhaps, they were afraid.”
“Afraid?” G’Kar laughed. “Of what?”
“Of being rejected.” Londo turned to face G’Kar, his face soft and open.
“Well how can I reject or not reject,” G’Kar argued, “When I do not know who my admirer is?”
Londo took a few steps towards G’Kar, and stretched out his hand, offering the rose to him. G’Kar took it from him, and looked down at the flower in confusion.
“Londo?” he asked.
Londo gave him a small smile, “I think now, perhaps, is the best time to reveal myself?”
G’Kar blinked at his friend for a few moments before spluttering, “You Mollari? But how…when…why?”
Londo chuckled at the reaction. “Of course. Perhaps not at first, but after a while G’Kar, my feelings…” he actually seemed to blush as he spoke, “grew.”
G’Kar was blushing as well by now, and the more he thought about it, the more it made sense. They had grown close over the last few months, after accepting each other as friends. He had thought…but never this.
“You have…not made your opinion known,” Londo broke the silence. “If I have misjudged this, then I should leave of course…” he started for the door.
“No!”
He stopped and turned, daring to look just a little hopeful.
“I…oh hell,” G’Kar managed to turn bright red. “How does one…uh…accept…the gift?”
Londo’s hopeful look turned into a wide smile. “Well you see, the humans have a tradition for this to,” he explained, walking over to G’Kar. “Wonderful humans, they have a tradition for everything. But let me show you how Centauri accept.”
He curled is hand around G’Kar’s neck, and before G’Kar could say anything, pulled him in for a sweet, chaste kiss.
They pulled apart slowly, both grinning from ear to ear.
“I think I like the Centauri way of accepting,” G’Kar said, placing the flower in his hand on the table next to him. “But I think I’ll show you the way that Narns accept, shall I?”
He grabbed Londo by the front of his jacket and pulled him in for a passionate kiss, all lips and tongue.
Safe to say, he would be researching human traditions a lot more in the future.
Pairing: Londo/G'Kar
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None, I believe.
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me.
Summary: G'Kar learns about some human traditions.
Author's Notes: Do not ask. Please.
It’s not often one walks into their quarters and finds it littered with bunches of red flowers. G’Kar happened upon this particular event one afternoon when he returned to his quarters from a council meeting. He had opened the door to his quarters to find them full of bunches of a strange looking flower-one single red flower on a long green stem. He approached one of the bunches cautiously, reaching out to feel the flower.
He recoiled instantly, holding up his finger to inspect the damage that the damn flower had made. An innocent enough gesture, he had only wanted to feel the flower, and the awful thing had pricked him!
He head the door open behind him, and he turned to point at the ridiculous plants in contempt.
“Na’Toth! Call Mr Garibaldi! I have been assaulted in my own quarters!’
--
Garibaldi had come running down the hallway, bounding through the door in a giant leap, and found G’Kar sitting calmly amongst hundreds of roses. It would have been a strange sight indeed.
“G’Kar…” he began warily, “I was told you were in danger.”
“Indeed I am Mr Garibaldi,” G’Kar replied, motioning around him. “As you can see.”
Garibaldi nodded his head slowly, and then shook it. “Yeah okay, I don’t get it.”
G’Kar scoffed. “Do you not see the menacing plants around you?”
“Yes,” Garibaldi gazed around at the roses. “I don’t see how-“
“One attacked me Mr Garibaldi,” G’Kar held up a finger, beckoning for Garibaldi to look at it. “As you can see, the plants are particularly dangerous, and therefore I have concluded that they were placed here as an attack on my well being. Do you not agree? Mr Garibaldi?”
But Garibaldi was too busy trying not to burst out laughing. He sniggered a little, his hand over his mouth.
G’Kar’s eyebrows narrowed, “You believe this is funny Mr Garibaldi?”
Garibaldi nodded his head, letting out another snigger.
“Would you care to share how you could see humour in this event?”
“G’Kar…” Garibaldi chuckled, “These are roses.”
“Yes, an earth plant. I have heard of them,” G’Kar nodded in understanding.
Garibaldi laughed a little, and had to regain his composure before continuing to explain. “People give them as gifts, not as assassination attempts.”
G’Kar looked around at the roses in confusion. “Why would someone give me an earth plant as a gift, Mr Garibaldi?”
“Because…” Garibaldi cracked up laughing. “Look G’Kar I’ve gotta go. Go ask someone else okay?”
He laughed loudly as he walked out, leaving G’Kar confused and still surrounded by hundreds of roses.
--
G’Kar headed towards command quarters, where he new Commander Ivanova would be. He thought that after his failure to get any useful answers from Garibaldi, she might be more helpful in his quest to find out where the roses had come from.
As he neared her quarters, he could hear yelling coming from inside. He tentatively pressed the button on the wall, to which he received the response,
“GO AWAY!”
He contemplated pressing the issue, but when Ivanova followed up with a, “I MEAN IT!”, he decided better and walked back down the hallway.
--
“Mollari!”
G’Kar yelled across the room to one Londo Mollari who was sitting in his usual spot at the bar, ordering a drink. G’Kar had decided that it would be best to talk to Mollari (Londo, he corrected in his head, they were friends now). Londo was fascinated with Earth culture, and had often boasted that he had studied it immensely. G’Kar was hoping that the ambassador could tell him what kind of gift roses were…and their significance.
“Ahh G’Kar!” Londo greeted him with a grin. “Care to join me for a drink?”
“Not for a drink,” G’Kar replied, sitting down beside Londo. “I have a question.”
“Then ask away my friend,” Londo said as he took a sip of some vile smelling concoction.
“You have read about Earth customs,” G’Kar began, “I wish to know, the significance of the rose.”
Londo seemed to be studying his drink as he asked, “Why G’Kar? Did someone give you a rose?”
“A few hundred actually,” G’Kar replied with a sigh. “And I am at a loss as to what they mean.”
Londo placed his drink on the bench, and turned to face G’Kar. “The rose,” he began, “is a symbol of love. The humans give them to each other to show affection. Red is love, yellow is friendship I believe, and so on.”
G’Kar frowned. “But I have no idea who sent me these roses. How am I supposed to react?”
Londo laughed. “I daresay you’ll find out soon enough G’Kar. Soon enough.”
--
G’Kar was on his way back to his quarters, tired and frustrated, when he’d run into Delenn. She had looked at him in concern for a moment, before insisting he came in for a cup of tea. G’Kar knew that you did not refuse an insistent Delenn.
He sat with her at the table, and explained his problem to her, and made sure to mention that the roses smelled, like no flower he had smelt before.
Delenn sat and listened to him rant, nodding her head at the appropriate times. When he had finished, she sat back in her chair and smiled at him.
“I believe I know why you have received these flowers G’Kar,” she smiled knowingly.
“Oh good!” G’Kar sighed in relief. “I’m glad someone does. Tell me Delenn.”
“John spoke of it to me the other day, a human tradition that involves these flowers.”
“Yes?” G’Kar urged her to go on.
“The humans call it…Valentine’s day.” Delenn explained. “I believe it is a day to celebrate love, and the humans give each other gifts of flowers and chocolate, and…teddy…bears, all to celebrate their love for one another.” She took a sip of her tea. “I do believe that today is Valentine’s day. John gave me the most beautiful flowers this morning.”
G’Kar blanched. “You mean to say, something has dropped these infernal plants on me, to express their love?”
“I believe so,” Delenn replied with that smile of hers. “If you think the flowers are bad, you should take a look at what Marcus gave Commander Ivanova.” She chuckled. “Still, it would seem that you have an admirer G’Kar.”
“But, how do I know who this admirer is?” G’Kar asked desperately, “So I can kill them.”
Delenn chuckled. “Oh G’Kar. You should be flattered. Someone cares for you enough, and knows enough of Earth culture, to grace you with this gift. Perhaps they will reveal themselves, in time. Until then, there is nothing you can do.”
G’Kar sighed.
--
It was late by the time G’Kar finally returned to his quarters. He was tired, confused and frustrated. Why on Earth would someone send him a token of love, on a human celebration day? It didn’t make any sense.
As he walked down the hallway, G’Kar realised that the door to his quarters was already opened. He approached them cautiously, popping his head through the door to see who was there. He relaxed instantly when he saw that it was only Mollari (Londo, he corrected).
“What can I do for you Londo?” he asked as he entered through the door, once again surrounded by roses.
Londo was holding a rose in hand, examining it carefully, as if it was precious. “A rose is a beautiful thing G’Kar. To receive it as a gift should be…most pleasing. Are you not pleased?”
“No I am not!” G’Kar replied with a frown. “Because this whole concept is very confusing. Why wouldn’t this person just give me the roses themselves, or leave a card? Why all this hidden agenda?”
“Perhaps, they were not sure of your reaction,” Londo replied, refusing to look up at G’Kar. “Perhaps, they were afraid.”
“Afraid?” G’Kar laughed. “Of what?”
“Of being rejected.” Londo turned to face G’Kar, his face soft and open.
“Well how can I reject or not reject,” G’Kar argued, “When I do not know who my admirer is?”
Londo took a few steps towards G’Kar, and stretched out his hand, offering the rose to him. G’Kar took it from him, and looked down at the flower in confusion.
“Londo?” he asked.
Londo gave him a small smile, “I think now, perhaps, is the best time to reveal myself?”
G’Kar blinked at his friend for a few moments before spluttering, “You Mollari? But how…when…why?”
Londo chuckled at the reaction. “Of course. Perhaps not at first, but after a while G’Kar, my feelings…” he actually seemed to blush as he spoke, “grew.”
G’Kar was blushing as well by now, and the more he thought about it, the more it made sense. They had grown close over the last few months, after accepting each other as friends. He had thought…but never this.
“You have…not made your opinion known,” Londo broke the silence. “If I have misjudged this, then I should leave of course…” he started for the door.
“No!”
He stopped and turned, daring to look just a little hopeful.
“I…oh hell,” G’Kar managed to turn bright red. “How does one…uh…accept…the gift?”
Londo’s hopeful look turned into a wide smile. “Well you see, the humans have a tradition for this to,” he explained, walking over to G’Kar. “Wonderful humans, they have a tradition for everything. But let me show you how Centauri accept.”
He curled is hand around G’Kar’s neck, and before G’Kar could say anything, pulled him in for a sweet, chaste kiss.
They pulled apart slowly, both grinning from ear to ear.
“I think I like the Centauri way of accepting,” G’Kar said, placing the flower in his hand on the table next to him. “But I think I’ll show you the way that Narns accept, shall I?”
He grabbed Londo by the front of his jacket and pulled him in for a passionate kiss, all lips and tongue.
Safe to say, he would be researching human traditions a lot more in the future.