A Dream Given Form: A Babylon 5 Self Insert

[DarkDestroyer]

Warner Brothers Discovery Owns Babylon 5. For Entertainment Purposes Only. Non Profit.

I thought I might as well start posting my B5 SI too while folks are enjoying the Star Trek one! This also is part of the GREATER "Adam'Verse" of Multiverse Self Insert stories.

Welcome Aboard Babylon 5. Remember Smoking is Permitted In Designated Areas! Also, no one listens to Zathras!

My head hurts as I regain consciousness. I feel metal as I place a hand on the floor. Metal? Not carpet. What is going on here? I try to lean myself up against the wall, and then quickly realize that I'm not---at home. I see the shuffling people in front of me as well as a myriad of voices. It is dark, not well lit at all. I start to look around and a sickening realization comes upon me.

"Oh shit."

I push myself up off the ground---deck---and look around. I immediately recognize where I am and panic threatens to overwhelm me immediately. I am on Babylon 5, but I'm in Brown Sector. Being on Babylon 5 itself is not entirely a full reason to experience dread and panic, however being in it's Brown Sector with no resources or a way to defend oneself is not a great turn of events. I'm in immediate danger. I force myself to calm down. I look down at myself. I'm wearing a HH gray shirt and blue Fila sweat pants, I have my regular shoes on too as well. My clothes should make me stand out here amongst the rabble. I need to get out of here and find security. I'm not just in Brown Sector. I'm in Down Below, where the poor, and criminal element on the station fill out it's population. I don't know when I am either, depending on the date, there's Dr. Franklin's Free Clinic I could go to. Security scarcely patrols down here, Garibaldi does so out of his own obligation, but the chances of running into him or any of his staff down here right now are slim to none. I keep my head down and try to focus. I need to find an elevator. I get to one, I should be home free. The trouble is finding one. Everything Down Below is mostly unfinished, so there is not a lot of signage or directional indication. I also happen to be in a part of it that doesn't seem to have been shown on the show. Just great. Fuck! It's like being in a maze if you have no idea where you're going, and most people down here, don't.

Normally, I'd ask someone for help, but talking to anyone here could get me shanked, shot, or some other diabolical reaction I can't afford to instigate. I continue to walk around several corridors. I don't recognize any of them. I have no idea where I am nor how long I've been here for. My foot throbs. My back is bad. I don't dare fall asleep here. Luckily I don't have anything of value to steal, I mean my wallet and it's contents are probably unique here now, but not worth anything to anyone except to me. I do my breathing exercises as I make my way through this maze of humanity. I finally think I see an elevator, and head towards it excited when suddenly I hear.

"Hey you!"
I ignore whoever is speaking and continue making a beeway towards the elevator doors.

"Hey! We're talking to you!"

I've no wish to respond to you! I reach the elevator and press the button to call it. I feel a hand on my left shoulder spin me around. I'm cornered by some thugs.

"Hey, you deaf? We were calling you."

"I don't want any trouble. I'm just trying to---"

"We don't any any trouble either. We just want your wallet."

I inwardly sigh.

"Okay. Look, I don't have any money. I'll show you---"

One of the thugs then suddenly punches me in the stomach and I reel from the blow. It's been a while since I've been hit at all.

"You'll hand over your wallet or we'll do worse than that..."

"Fuck you." I spit not a wise move as I get punched in the face and blood spurts out, and I collapse on the ground. I can't fight back. I'm too weak...just as they're about to kick me in the stomach I hear a familiar voice.

"Step away from him, before I make you." as I hear a familiar sound effect twine as well

"Shit! It's the Chief!" they exclaim and run off and I hear boot's on the deck approach me. I feel strong arms help me up.

"You okay?" he asks and I look back at Michael Garibaldi

"I am now...thanks to you. I need to see Dr. Franklin."

"I should think so after that beating. Come on."

I put my arm around Garibaldi's shoulders as he helps me. I am on Babylon 5 for some reason, and just been saved by Security Chief Michael Garibaldi after being nearly beat down by some Lurkers in Down Below! What the hell is going on? Ohhhhh..

 

[DarkDestroyer]

Warner Brothers Discovery (For Now) Own Babylon 5. For Entertainment Purposes Only. Non-Profit.

With Garibaldi's help, we make it into Med Lab. It's thankfully not busy right now. I'm put on a bed, Michael begins his questioning on me.

"Do you want to tell me why you were in Down Below? I recognize your clothing--early 21st century. I haven't seen anything like that though except in vids or museums."

"I'd rather wait until Dr. Franklin sees me actually." I reply wiping the blood from my mouth with my arm.

"And I'd rather not have to wait around, and have my time wasted, but we can't all have what we want." he replies and I can't help but chuckle

"What's so funny?"

"Look, Mr. Garibaldi, I appreciate you saving my life more than you could realize, but whatever answers I give you---you're not going to believe what I say."

"You'd be surprised. Listen, and if I don't, well I happen to know a blonde that would---"

I'm surprised he didn't catch that I knew his name?

"Ahhh...okay--" Just as I am about to speak I see, Dr. Gillian Hobbs--one of the attendings, and Stephen's second in Medlab. She turns to Garibaldi.

"What do we have here Chief? Nice to see you up and about again, finally."

Oh. I know exactly it is is now. Or have an idea.

"Thanks Doc, where's Steven? He's specifically requested him."

"Doctor Franklin is currently with another patient, he'll join us shortly." Hobbs reaches to look at my jaw.

"You've been in a fight?" and I nod

"I found him Down below. A couple of thugs were trying to steal his wallet. I was just about to question him."

"All right. We'll clean you up for Dr. Franklin, Mr. Garibaldi you may proceed."

"Going back to our conversation---"

"Your second favourite thing in the world is Duck Dodgers in the 24th and a Half Century, your grandmother was a cop in Boston, you still have her slug thrower, and Lise will be all right."

"How do you know any of that?" Michael asks darkly, I hit a nerve by mentioning Lise Hampton, his ex.

"As I was about to explain before Dr. Hobbs arrived---"

"Stop squirming." she says as she scans me with a medical crystal.

"I'm uh---not from around here at all."

"Where are you from?" I exchange looks between Garibaldi and then to Hobbs

"I'd like to speak with Captain Sheridan."

"That ain't happening, until I first think you're not a threat."

I bust out laughing.

"Chief...I just got my ass kicked royally. I am overweight---and as Dr. Hobbs and Dr. Franklin momentarily are going to discover---I have a myriad amount of medical inflictions and problems that prevent me from doing most physical things. I want to see Sheridan, because what I have to say---might not be well appreciated by anyone else, no offense."

"All right. Fine. You stick around here and I'll go inform the Captain about you---by the way---you never gave me your name?"

"It's Adam. Adam Christopher Young."

Garibaldi heads off to tell Sheridan while Dr. Hobbs finishes completing her preliminary exam. Out of all the details from the show, the medical technology has always been something that I don't think was ever fleshed out much or explained. Not like Star Trek. Hobbs keeps mostly to herself and I don't really engage with her, not really appropriate right now. Another ten or so minutes passes as Dr. Stephen Franklin approaches us.

"What do we have?"

"A curious case that Mr. Garibaldi has brought us. He's gone to inform Captain Sheridan of our patient, Mr. Young---wasn't it?" and I nod

"Yes Doctor."

"I've finished prelim scans on him and as you can see Doctor---he's got a---"

"Club foot. I haven't seen a case of clubfoot since perhaps med school, certainly nothing like this. The surgical work is remarkable, if rudimentary. What else?"

He reads off my chart on the plastic piece of laminated type paper.

"We're gonna have to do a bunch of tests. X-Ray. MRI. Full blood work, and culture."

"Yes Doctor." he turns to me

"Hello, I'm Doctor---"

"Doctor Stephen Franklin, in charge of Medlab since taking over from Dr. Benjamin Kyle last year who was reassigned to head Earth Force's Xenobiology Division."
He exchanges looks with Hobbs who just shakes her head. Before Stephen can reply, Garibaldi returns with HIM. Captain John J. Sheridan himself. Bruce Boxleitner. Tron. He fights for the users. Even here. I try to compose myself.

"Mr. Young, I've been informed that you've had quite the last few hours? Welcome aboard Babylon 5, I---"

"Captain Sheridan. The honor is mine." I say and extend my hand---reluctantly he takes it and I make sure it is a firm grip

"What's his status?" he asks Franklin

"I've just ordered a battery of tests for him. We're gonna need him here for a few hours at least. Possibly over night."

"I see. You appear to know us?" Sheridan asks

"Yes sir. That is why I requested to speak with you sir. What I have to say would be considered classified information at the highest priority, but I trust all the people in this room right now. I am just not sure if you're all able to handle it. I'll gladly submit myself to any test you deem neccessary, or baring that---I give permission to have Ms. Winters scan me."

That REALLY gets their attention.

"You know about Psi-Corp?"

It would scare all of you, how much I know Captain. But I know you are a collector of secrets so I know YOU can handle this. I'm not so sure about the others...

"I know about a lot of things sir. It is because of where I'm from."

"My guess is he thinks we can't handle it." Garibaldi says with that cockiness

"Take your best shot, Mr. Young. I'll determine the rest." Sheridan says with his hands now behind his back. Damn, I was really hoping we would have this conversation in his office. I exhale.

"Okay. I'm from an alternate reality---where all of you are part of a television series called "Babylon 5". From the little information I've been given indirectly by Mr. Garibaldi, we are only weeks from when the Captain took over from Sinclair, and Stephen's only just arrived, and you Garibaldi--have just returned from duty. Dr. Hobbs recently promoted to Stephen's Second."

They all look at me aghast.

"He knew about my second favourite thing in the world, Captain." Garibaldi says and Sheridan makes his oh really face.

"I'd really rather not use Ms. Winters. Tell us something only the three of us would know, or haven't told each other about---but it can't be something that will happen in the future." Sheridan says

"Even if it's personal?" I ask

"As long as it's not something that will threaten security, sure."

"I know the reason why Michael still continues to make Bagna Cauda. I know why you continue to wash your socks, Captain, and I Know the reason why you decided to become a Doctor, Stephen."

"It's true." Michael says realizing it quickly

"Those would be details that wouldn't be in our files. Now I have to decide what I'm going to do with you." Sheridan says

"I can help you. I know things, past, present, and future. If you send me away...I won't be able to help. There are events in motion Captain...that I guide you all through."
Sheridan looks to Franklin.

"Finish up what you need to do with him, Garibaldi---can you--create an identification for him, something that Earth Central won't be able to track if they should go through the system?"

"Sure."

I reach into my back pocket and pull out my wallet.

"I never showed you my identification." I give it to Garibaldi.

"Adam Christopher Young. Born December 28, 1979...address, eyes blue, brown hair---yeah I can work with this." I expected a bald joke and frown when I don't get it. I was looking forward to retorting back.

Hobbs comes back over with another piece of paper and hands it to Stephen.

"This shouldn't be possible. Look at the gene markers, specifically for age."

Stephen does so. Then looks at me, slightly startled.

"Mr. Young---how old are you?"

"44 Doc...turning 45 in December..."
Franklin then goes and gets something. It's a mirror.

"I don't think you're 45 any more...have you seen yourself since you've been here?"

I shake my head. He hands me a mirror and this time I am in shock.

"I HAVE HAIR!!" I run my hand through my hair and it's thick again.

"That's...unusual..." Garibaldi says

"I am 44, I'm bald usually. I shave due to---eczema as you two have seen. I've...de-aged?"

"It would appear so. We'll run some tests to determine just how long. Captain, we're definitely going to need to keep him over night."

Sheridan nods.

"When he's completed his tests I want to know about it asap. Garibaldi, you start work on his identi-card. I'll inform Commander Ivanova of the arrival of our guest."

"Are you going to tell Talia about him?"

"Not quite yet. He's been overly cooperative so far. I think having Ms. Winters scan him would be a potential mistake on our part. Let's keep this close to the vest for now."

"Aye sir."

I'm then guided into another room where I change into a medical gown. Even in the future I'm still stuck in a hospital, undergoing tests for something. Figures.