Posted to ASC June 1998 - 5 parts
Worf and Dax are calling it splits - but exactly who's to blame?
Ok, I don't own these characters (I wish I did, but...), Paramount does, I think we should declare war on them, but anyways... In this story, practically anything that can happen, does happen. This includes slash, but not much. I mean, it's only rated PG.
W/D 40
By Shannyk
"Aaaach! Someone who sneaks into bed with cold feet has NO honor!" Worf growled, as he did every night when Jadzia came in late. For some reason, Kahless only knows, she had a habit of going to check on her "experiments" in the middle of the night, which tended to get in the way of a good night's sleep. He had often wondered if she was actually sneaking out to party with some of their friends, an activity she knew Worf hated. But she is too honorable to lie to me, he thought.
Jadzia rolled her eyes to the ceiling at Worf's exclamation of surprise. One would think after a few months of marriage, he would have grown out of it by now. Benjamin was never like this, she thought, even if on occasion he'd slip and call her Jennifer in the heat of passion. Although, he hadn't accidentally cried out "Old Man!" yet, *that* could certainly spoil the mood. She was lucky Jake was a heavy sleeper... but she was luckier still that Julian would do practically anything to get within three feet of her. That made it much simpler when it came to keeping him quiet. She could trust Ben not to tell Worf, but Julian was a little harder to silence. If anything got out, of course, she could always cut off his "privileges"... She had to admit, though, that she enjoyed those little "trips to sickbay" as much as he did.
Julian relaxed in the hot tub, it was well worth every bit of latinum he had paid that slimy little Ferengi for the use of his holosuite. Deanna was paying him plenty for his "services", so he'd be easily able to afford many more trips like these. He just wished that the big smelly Klingon was off the station. It would be nice to have the place to ourselves again, he mused. It was a little easier to do certain things without having to worry about being fired, or having a valuble part of one's anatomy cut off with a bat'leth... The other occupant of the whirlpool slid around and pulled the doctor onto his lap. "Garak, you're too good to me." he whispered, before turning around and kissing the Cardassian passionately.
Deanna pressed a few buttons on her computer terminal, and credits were instantly transferred to the account of one Julian Bashir on Deep Space 9. She didn't like what she was doing, but using the young doctor to "distract" Jadzia from her new husband was the most effective way she could think of to subtly let people (most of all Worf) know that the Trill was not as innocent as she looked. Deanna knew it would work, she'd heard a few stories about Jadzia... Klingons were so blind when it came to love, and Worf was hardly an exception. But deep down, she knew that Worf still had feelings for her, even if he himself didn't realize it. She could see it so clearly in his eyes, the way he looked at her when he was last aboard the Enterprise during their fight with the Borg, after the Defiant had lost life support. He had tried to avoid her, because he couldn't bring himslef to confront his feelings, but she had sensed it. He might be able to lie to himself, but not to her.
The face haunted him. It would come to him in dreams, and in nightmares. He would see it on his computer terminal one second, then when he took a second look it would be gone. The people on the Promenade would remind him of her, be they Human, Vulcan, or even Klingon. But worst of all, the face would sometimes merge with that of his wife, leaving him to wonder where reality left off and fantasy began. He hadn't realized it then, but he had subconsciously tried to get the wedding called off. It almost worked. Worf had even hoped that, even though she wasn't invited, Deanna would have shown up at the wedding anyways, to voice her objections. But she hadn't, and as Klingon custom required that two people in an intimate relationship become mates, he and Jadzia had taken the Oath. And he once thought that only teenagers had trouble controlling their hormones. She was probably off with Will Riker anyways, he assumed.
---End part 1---
Same deal as everything, if we don't put a disclaimer on our stories Paramount will hunt us down and slowly torture us to death. So much for free speech, eh? I own nothing, I'm just borrowing these characters for a little while... Still PG, nothing racy...
Oh, and I don't own Sarah, Will Riker's wife from Anna Bowling's Snow Quartet series and Elise Tobler's Treasures saga. If you've never met her in any other fanfic, you can read the Snow Quartet stuff at http://members.aol.com/frstlght/snowq.htm and Treasures at http://members.aol.com/frstlght/treasure.htm . Oh, and she also made an appearance in Anna's story "The Guest" at http://members.aol.com/etobler/archive.htm . Read them, it's good stuff!
W/D 40 - Part 2
By Shannyk
"Will, for the last time, no, I will not give you a "quickie" while your wife's in another sector!" Deanna hit the close button on her door, which then slammed shut, nearly hitting Will's nose in the process. "But Deanna..." She could hear him pounding on the walls outside her quarters. She sighed. "Well, ok, you can come in, but no sex. I've got something to tell you, anyways." Will ran over and sat on her couch. Much to his disappointment, Deanna took the chair. "Sarah's ship, the Bonney, is supposed to pick up some ambassadors at Deep Space Nine while we're there for a gel pack refit. We arrive tomorrow morning, as you already know, and she's due to arrive in the afternoon." Will beamed for a moment, then his expression changed to one of concern. "How did you know that when I didn't?" He was suddenly worried about maintaining his position as first officer. Deanna only smiled. "What's a friend for?" Her emphasis on the word "friend" completely axed out the possibility of them sleeping with each other for at least a month. Will knew from experience.
Worf discreetly sniffed the air after Jadzia had fallen asleep. He had been smelling something odd ever since she had come in. It smelled almost like... No, it couldn't be. Well, yes it could, he reasoned, Julian could have been helping her in the science lab. Although even that could mean something more. But still, she kept insisting nothing ever happened, so he'd take her word for it until it was proven otherwise. Although, maybe it would be a good idea to do some undercover work on this one... He thought about it for a moment. "I may have to threaten Quark..." He licked his lips at the idea, until another, worse thought came to mind. "Odo can get into tight spaces even a Ferengi can't." The damned shapeshifter was always complaining about Worf's trying to take over station security, and he didn't like what he might have to do to convince that blob of undercooked Jell-O to snoop around for him...
-- A day later... --
Kira turned around to face Sisko. "The Enterprise is requesting docking clearance." Sisko looked aound Ops for a way out. He had absolutely no desire to see Picard again. His pistol and sunglasses were in his office, so reverting to Hawk mode was out of the question. "Major, I have to, uh, go. You can take care of it." and with that he ran over to the turbolift and was just disappearing out of sight when Picard came on screen. Worf noticed the woman sitting next to Picard and wished that he had beaten Sisko to the turbolift. But a warrior does not run away from challenges, he thought, hoping that neither Deanna or his wife had caught him staring. Banishing the thought from his mind, he wondered how he'd look in sunglasses, and didn't notice the major standing in front of him with a sweet, but decidedly evil grin on her face. "Would you like to do the honors and show them around?" He froze. Was she in on something too? Still, he left for docking bay 2, and hoped he could pick up a pair of Ray-Bans on the way.
"Troi to Bashir. Stage one of Plan W/D 40 completed."
"Understood. Commencing stage 2. Bashir out. Computer, location of Commander Dax?"
"Commander Dax is on the Promanade."
"Perfect..."
Deanna rolled her eyes when she saw Worf coming. I always knew he had bad fasion sense, but this is ridiculous. He was wearing a pair of leopard-print sunglasses that clashed with his honor sash. What had that woman done to him??? Come to think of it, the leopard spots on the Ray-Bans looked kind of like... Trill spots! She knew then that hers wasn't the only conspiracy happening... She pushed that thought out of her mind as she followed Worf and the rest of the bridge crew down the hall to see the rest of DS9...
Julian hid behind a pillar. He could see Jadzia over at the bar, having a drink with Morn, who always seemed to remind him of his mother's mashed potatoes. He knew he had to act quickly, so he came over and slid on the stool next to her and ordered a raktajino. They started talking about nothing in particular, one thing both of them were good at. When the doctor could see Worf and the rest of his group, he whispered something into her ear that made Jadzia giggle and kiss him lightly on the cheek. The resulting growl informed Julian that Worf had definately seen it. And the Klingon was wearing SUNGLASSES! He knew all too well what they did to Captain Sisko, and suddenly hoped it wasn't just a rumor that Jadzia could win a fight with Worf any day. He might just need the Trill's protection...
Worf took a step towards the pair at the bar, but he felt someone tugging on his sleeve. Noticing the expression on Deanna's face after he turned around, he took a deep breath to try and calm himself. Somehow she always made him feel like he had to be on his best behavior. "Worf, not in front of the captain." she whispered. He restrained himself from doing anything more severe than giving them both the patented Klingon Hairy Eyeball, which could be used instead of a phaser in some situations, and continued leading the group around. Since the gelpacks that needed attention were all over the ship, and there would be people working around the clock for a few days, the Enterprise officers were to be given temporary quarters on the station. After showing them where they would be staying, and where the replimat was, he took off back to Ops. Work always got his mind off these kinds of things. But still his thoughts were filled with two women, and he wasn't sure which one he loved.
---End part 2---
TPTSB (The Powers That *Shoudn't* Be) have that annoying Q complex, and so everything here belongs to them, except for the stuff that doesn't. Go figure. But we'll show them... Sorry guys, this isn't NC-17, I don't write that...
Correction: Sarah isn't in the Treasures stories, but some relatives of hers are, as well as some of Will's that Anna and Elise created. Sorry about any confusion.
W/D 40 - part 3
By Shannyk
"Jadzia!" Worf yelled as he stepped into their quarters. There was a shuffling sound, and his wife emerged from the bedroom, her clothes in a state of disarray. "Oh, hi. I was just having a nap. Care to join me?" A noise that sounded almost like someone coughing came from over by the closet. Worf's eyes widened and he took a warrior's stance, then felt kind of stupid as he realized that the sound probably came from the tribble that Jadzia had begged to keep as a pet in a little cage on the dresser. The red of its fur was a perfect match for their wedding clothes. He absently wondered what Deanna's favorite color was, then mentally kicked himslef when he remembered who he was married to. Although, the times when his wife insisted on bringing the damn animal into bed with her, saying it was lonely, often amde him want to forget. "Worfie? Are you coming?" Jadzia smiled seductively. This time the tribble seemed to make a snorting noise. Worf eyed it warily as he stepped into the bedroom. "Maybe you should thake that...thing...down to the infirmary, it may be sick." There was another choking sound, and a loud thump from the closet that was definately not coming from the tribble. Worf covered the distance to the closet in two strides, opened the door, and gasped.
Julian frantically tried to hide under some clothes and the stool he had fallen off as Worf opened the closet door. "Sir, I swear I was only in here to check on the tribble, honest!" Worf looked around the room, his eyes resting at bat'leths on the wall, while Julian looked for an escape route. "Then *why* is your uniform over there?" Worf asked, pointing to the opposite side of the room. "Uhh, Jadzia, could you throw that over here?" She tossed him the uniform, and he slammed the closet door, instantly grateful for the Valium she had slipped into the Klingon's raktajino at breakfast. When he was fully dressed, he exited the closet, wielding the stool like a lion tamer, and slowly backed his way out of the room. Worf sharpened his bat'leth menacingly. Making it safely to the door, Julian dropped the stool and ran to his quarters like the devil was after him. Faster, actually, since a bat'leth and an angry Klingon could do far more damage than Satan, who meremly carried a flaming pitchfork. "When I catch that little petaQ I'm going to--" There was a hiss, and then a very loud thud. It was always good to carry a hypospray containing a tranquilizer when cheating on your Klingon husband, she thought. "Worf, you really should go on a diet!" she whispered, dragging him back into their quarters by his feet. After putting the stool back in the closet, she knelt down and lifted a corner of the bedskirt. "Ben, they're gone, you can come out now."
The captain crawled out from under the bed, looked at the sleeping Klingon by the door with an odd expression on his face, then nodded in understanding when he saw the hypospray in Jadzia's hand. "Oh, before you leave, you might just want to fix your uniform." He looked down and saw that it was showing the old red shoulder patches, which meant it was inside out. The colors on the uniforms tended to fade in the wash, making it necessary for the officers to wear them the wrong way. With the Dominion war going on, they could hardly afford new uniforms, and Benjamin didn't want Garak to have the satisfaction of making enough money to leave the station, so they made do. He sheepishly went into her bathroom to change. When his clothes were on right side out, he tiptoed over Worf and left their quarters. Jadzia sighed at the mess that the three men had made in her bedroom, then went over to pet the tribble, which had a very smug expression on its face, wherever its face happened to be.
Later that night, Will slid into bed in his temporary quarters, only to find a warm body already there. "I've missed you, Sarah, like you wouldn't believe." he said as the blond snuggled into his arms. "Willie, dearest, I've got a surprise for you..."
Waking up on the floor, Worf remembered exactly how he had gotten there. Saving his anger for the holosuites, he silently packed all of his belongings, being careful not to disturb Jadzia. He didn't care if he bothered her while she was sleeping, but he knew she'd try and make him stay if she woke up. He checked again to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything. The lone bat'leth where two used to hang on the wall looked out of place. As he headed for his old quarters on the Defiant, he kept hearing the same word over and over again in his head. Deanna. Deanna. Deanna...
Julian watched him leave with his suitcase and bat'leth. Worf was far too preoccupied to notice the doctor hiding behind a pillar, and he breathed a sigh of relief when the Klingon was out of sight.
"Bashir to Troi. Stage two pf W/D 40 completed. You're on your own now."
"Excellent. Your payment's in your account. Nice doing business with you."
"Same to you. You know where the Defiant's docked, should you need to go there for, uh, any reason at all?"
"Of course. Thank you for your concern. Troi out."
---End part 3---
Hmm... See any resemblance to that old Simon and Garfunkel song "Cecelia" here???
Ticked off with Paramount's dumping the entire W/T thing? Well, just click the heels of your Klingon boots together and say three times "We'll always have "Parallels""...
Everything here belongs to Paramount, the Bill Gates of the entertainment industry. Hell, the even assimilated Canada's Wonderland! What's next, Disneyworld? The lost city of Atalantis??? And Sarah is still Elise and Anna's, but the new ship is all mine! I'm just setting it up for future stories I have planned... Hehehe...
W/D 40 - Part 4
By Shannyk
The doorbell beeped. He ignored it. He did NOT want to see anyone right now. It beeped again. Scowling, Worf yelled at whoever it was to go away. The third time it beeped, he hurled a padd at the door. "naDev vo' yIghoS!" he growled, which meant go away in Klingon. The ringing stopped.
Deanna rolled her eyes at Worf's outburst. She knew them well. She tapped Julian's medical override code, the same one that got her onto the Defiant in the first place, into the touchpad by the door, and stepped into his quarters.
Worf ignored the hissing sound the door made as it slid open, resisting the urge to tear whoever the intruder was from limb to limb. He was extremely glad he didn't when the person spoke.
Ben looked around Ops. For some reason, Worf had failed to show up for duty. He knew damned well why, but pretended to be surprised anyways. "Dax, can I see you in my office?" The Trill smiled and followed him up the stairs. "What can I do for you today?" she asked, winking and grinning broadly. "Jadzia!" he hissed. "You know these walls aren't soundproof. If you want a quickie, we have to go somewhere else. What I wanted to ask is, what are you going to do with Worf?" Jadzia cocked her head and thought for a second. "What do you want me to do?" Ben shrugged his shoulders. "Blow him out an airlock, for all I care. O'Brien has been too busy putting that site-to-site transporter in your closet to fix the airlock at lower docking pylon 2..." Jadzia licked her lips. "But how would we explain it to Starfleet? There's no way he'd kill himself, not with his ex-girlfriend the shrink hanging around." Ben got a gleam in his eye. "She's from the Enterprise, isn't she..."
"I heard what happened last night." she said, with a calmness that was a sharp contrast to the tension on the other side of the room. Worf turned around and his eyes glowed with fire. "Where did you hear that?" he demanded. "At Quark's." It wasn't exactly a lie, Jadzia did have a hard time keeping her mouth shut, and Deanna had heard her version during breakfast. There was no need to let anyone know that she had been one of the first ones to hear about it, and DEFINATELY not that she started it... "Want to talk about it?" she asked, knowing full well what his answer would be. "No!" he yelled, turning around and taking a defensive stance, then instantly regretting it. "I'm sorry. I did not mean to yell at you, Counselor." The way she was looking at him touched his heart in ways that Jadzia never had. Damned Betazoid, she knows exactly what she's doing to me, he thought. He regained his composure and tried to push those thoughts out of his mind, telling himself that she couldn't read Klingons, and didn't sense that brief rush of emotion. She had, of course, but didn't let on so as not to embarass him. "Come on, let's go for a walk, you've got to get off the ship, even if you're not going to work." "Not on the Promenade!" he snapped, using rudeness to hide his discomfort. "Ok, I don't want to go there either. How about just staying in the docking ring?" Worf nodded and silently followed her off the Defiant. "It seems like this station could really use a counselor." she thought out loud. Worf looked at his feet as they walked along. "We make do." Whatever, Deanna thought. She didn't make him talk, knowing from experience he would when he was ready. "I--" Worf started. She gave him an understanding look. "How are the repairs on the Enterprise progressing?" He was making small talk. This was good, if that was all he wanted to know he would have asked Geordi. "We're a day ahead of schedule. The ship should be leaving three days from now." Worf was silent. They came to a large window overlooking an oddly shaped starship with a federation call number on it's hull. Deanna couldn't make out the name, and wondered if it was the ship she thought it was. "Worf, what ship is that?"
"Here it is, the bridge of the USS Meric, NCC-72801, Prometheus class." Sarah said, following her husband out of the turbolift. "It's beautiful..." Will looked around the bridge in awe. She continued her commentary. "It's only the second ship of it's class, built for fighting the Dominion." Will stapped up to the viewscreen, which was on, and currently showing thw wormhole, opening up to let a runabout through, then closing as if it had never been there. "Why is it still docked here? No one seems too be doing any repairs." Sarah leaned over the helm console. "It's got a crew, but no captain, although Starfleet Command thinks they might have found one." Will gazed around the bridge again, wistfully. "It's a shame that a ship like this has to be grounded." He hgeaded back towards the turbolift, stopping when he felt Sarah's hand on his arm. Will turned around. Her eyes sparkled. "Think you can handle a ship that separates into three pieces?"
"Haven't you heard about it?" Worf asked, glad for a conversation topic other than himself. "Not much other than rumors. I heard it through the grapevine that they might be offering it to Will, but I didn't ask him. Anyways, there were more pressing concerns, with helping evacuate Betazed, and all." He didn't show it, but the thought of the Jem'Hadar taking the most peaceful planet in the entire Federation made his blood boil. What did they have to do, throw rocks?
Coming through the airlock, Will and Sarah found Deanna and Worf engaged in conversation. Sarah ran up to Deanna. "Hi! I haven't seen you in ages!" A wide grin broke across Deanna's face. "Yes, it's been months since the Enterprise was anywhere near your ship. What's new?" Worf causght Will's eye and rolled his own to the ceiling. "Women." Will replied, laughing. Worf decided to change the subject to one a little more comfortable. "You're taking it, aren't you?" he asked, referring to the ship. Will smiled broadly. "Well, if I don't, Captain Picard will probably drag me over here kicking and screaming, so I think I'll just walk onto the bridge like a normal human being!" Sarah and Deanna laughed, and even Worf's mouth turned up a little at the edges. "Congratulations. I am sure you'll make an excellent captain." he said, remembering all of those parallel universes he slid through a few years ago, some of which Will WAS a captain. Deanna flipped her hair over her shoulder. "Would have eleven years ago, too, giving *some* people a chance to move up in the world." she said, semi-seriously, then burst out laughing again at the look on Will's face. Sarah squeezed his hand. "I knew you would!" Then she looked at Deanna and Worf. "Why don't you two come to dinner with us tonight?"
The silence that descended on the group made the vacuum of space seem deafaning by comparison. Worf couldn't have felt more out of place in a tribble farm. Sarah wished an army of Jem'Hadar soldiers would suddenly beam themselves into the corridor. Certainly, death would be preferable to this. Deanna's relationship with Worf, such as it was, seemed to be a very touchy subject. Finally, someone broke the silence. "I think it is time for my shift." Worf said, turning and walking down the hall. Never mind that no duty shift anywhere started at 1037 hours. "I think I can make it around 1900." Deanna said in a strangled voice. Sarah nodded slowly, giving her friend an odd look. "Great. See you then." After Deanna left down the hall in the opposite direction, Will and Sarah turned to face each other. "Trouble in paradise." they both said in unison.
---End part 4---
Houston, we have a miracle! I've got internet access until the 24th, so if I work my ass off, maybe this will actually get done! Ok, everything in this story happens before "Tears Of The Prophets"...
W/D 40 - Part 5
By Shannyk
Worf hurled his bat'leth trophy at the window in his quarters. After denting the transparent aluminum, it came to rest upside down on the floor. He could almost hear Deanna's voice in his head, asking if the trophy did anything wrong. The realization that he still loved her after all these years was too much for him. Dropping to his knees, he let out a Klingon cry of anguish. She was everywhere, in his dreams, his nightmares, and every waking moment. He had no escape from the demons inside him. His eyes turned back to the trophy. He had never told Jadzia the story behind it, what had happened on his return to the Enterprise after winning it. So many things they had never shared with each other... Right now, it seemed to be mocking him, telling him exactly what he had given up when he moved to DS9. He could hear a wicked laugh coming from behind him. He got to his feet and whirled around, but seeing no one behind him, he relazed a little. When he heard it again, he reached for his bat'leth, which had been hanging on a nearby wall. The noise was now coming from all directions at once. He sliced at the imaginary attackers, although to him they were absolutely real. He kept hacking awaay at his demons until he knocked the picture he still kept of Deanna off one of the shelves. The glass in the frame shattered when it hit the floor. Abruptly, the laughing stopped. His tormentors disappeared. Picking up the picture, he cut his thumb on a shard of broken glass. A single drop of blood landed on the photograph, right over Deanna's heart. Spitting on the floor, mad at the entire universe, he laid the picture upside down on a table and returned to fighting the apparitions that now wore blue Starfleet uniforms and Trill spots.
Deanna walked into the only fully-fuctional part of the Enterprise, its sickbay. "Beverly?" The doctor walked out of her office with a wide grin on her face. The empath had an idea why she was so happy, and the fact that she just saw Julian exit sickbay through the back door only reinforced what her senses told her. She winked at beverly, who giggled. "It seems as if the Enterprise should dock here more often..." Beverly swatted Deanna playfully on the shoulder. "Is there anyone on this station that ISN'T fooling around?" The doctor snorted. "Besides Data? Probably not." Deanna looked around, making sure no one was in hearing range. "Well, between you and me, there are some things even an android can't resist. Take dabo girls, for one..." She rolled her eyes. "But really, what did you come here to talk about?" Beverly asked. The counselor stared at her feet. "Well, you know, it's about Worf..." Beverly nodded slowly. "Spill it." She sighed. "I feel kind of responsible for him, even though I'm not assigned to the station. I don't know why, there's been nothing between us since the old Enterprise crashed..." Beverly looked quizzically at her friend. "There must be something more, or you wouldn't have come here." "There is. I went to talk to him, on a professional basis only, and we went for a walk around the docking ring, where we met up with Will and Sarah." The doctor couldn't realize why this would be a problem, since Deanna had long since gotten over her personal differences with Sarah. Deanna continued. "They asked Worf and I to dinner." Beverly's eyes were the size of frisbees. "Ouch!!! How did you get out of it?" "Worf did, I didn't. I always thought Sarah knew about him and Jadzia, but I guess not." Beverly shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "Sounds like you need someone to go with, to back you up. Why don't you take the doctor?" "Julian?" "Well, no, he's kind of *busy* tonight... I was thinking more along the lines of-- Computer, activate emergency medical hologram." A man in a blue uniform materialized, his face looking like he'd smelled something bad. "Please state the nature of the medical emergency." Deanna burst out laughing. "I don't see what's so funny." the holodoc snapped. "Cha, you know what? Uh-uh. I am not taking a hologram to dinner. No offence," Deanna said, patting him on the arm. Beverly made a mental reminder to scan the counselor for the Vancome flu later. "I think I'll work on Worf!" she said, dashing out of sickbay. There was a lot she had to get done before dinner... Beverly smiled, then turned to the holodoc. "So, I hear you've made an addition to your program..."
Jadzia giggled as she left the holosuite with the captain in close pursuit. Looking over the railing, she saw Julian chatting it up with a dabo girl, along with a gold-skinned man she recognized immediately as Data. She silently wished the android luck. Sex was a right, animal, vegetable, or mineral. Then she noticed Worf at the bar, staring into his bloodwine. He was NOT a merry man. "Ben, please get your hands out of my shirt! Meet me later." The captain nodded, and Jadzia took off down the stairs, nearly shoving a Vulcan down them in the process. Sitting on a stool beside Worf, she turned away from him just in time to avoid a repeat performance of the feared-across-the-galaxy Klingon death stare. She would be extremely grateful never to experience it again. That and the gagh. "Good news, I got Ben to officially dissolve the marriage. We can't let the house know, though." Worf growled. "The house WILL know. You have disgraced me, and them. Until now, I was always proud of you. I should have realized that you were just using me sooner. Do not expect to be welcomed on Qo'noS. To me, it will be as if you never existed." Jadzia had expected as much. It was fun whole it lasted. "Unless you happen to need a quickie." "Yes, unless--Jadzia!!!" Worf yelled, realizing what she had just said. He slammed the bloodwine glass on the table, and left. Betrayal was harder to swallow than moldy blood pie. The Trill merely rolled her eyes and headed for the dabo wheel, where Julian was staring at the rear end of a certain Cardassian tailor playing dom jot. They're not going to last, she reassured herself, if *I* have any say in the matter, she thought, then grabbed his butt. Julian squealed and turned around into the waiting arms of Jadzia, who went straight for the mouth, since on a human, it was usually best to avoid the jugular.
Deanna's doorbell rang. Sighing, she got up and answered it. A short Asian woman was standing in the hallway, and then scurried in to Deanna's quarters. "Are you here for an appointment? This isn't my office." Deanna said, hoping she wasn't another one like Lt. Broccoli. "No," the woman said in a small, high piched voice. "You have nice couch. I give you 200 dollars for it." The Betazoid eyed the woman strangely. "I'm sorry, it's not my couch. Can I help you?" "No. But maybe I help you. I see lady you put on wanted poster with other man. She no have nice nails." Deanna rolled her eyes. "What did this man look like?" she asked. "He looka... like a man." she said, nodding. "What kind of man?" "I tell you, I see everyting. Everyting. He looka like a man." "Ok, can you give me a little bit more information here?" "He have funny walk." "Good, that's a start," Deanna said, pacing around her quarters. "Ha ha, you have funny walk. Ha ha." Deanna growled like a Klingon. The fact that her career would go down the tube if she did was the only thing stopping Deanna from killing her. "Was this man tall or short?" She started nodding again. "Tall short, tall short." "Aaargh!!! Was he black or white?" The woman smiled. "Blacka like you, blacka like me, blacka like him over on coffee table." she said, pointing to a picture of Worf. "Nice coffee table. I give you 150 dollars for it." By this time Deanna was on the verge of killing herself, but settled for merely bashing her head against the wall. "It's... Not... For... Sale!!!" she said, thankful that Willam Shatner Overacting 101 was a required course at the academy. "Now get out of here. Please." "Ok, ok, I go now." the strange lady said, leaving Deanna's quarters. The counsellor checked her schedule, making sure there was no Ms. Swan on her appointment list, and decided to get Jadzia a gift certificate from the Gorgeous Pretty Beauty Nail Salon.
Back on the Defiant, Worf wondered just how bad things could get with Lwaxana Troi for a mother-in-law. Wincing at the thought, he grabbed the PADD that had been lying in front of the airlock when he came in. It was an offer for a position on the Enterprise, which was now looking for a new first officer. Deanna Troi definately had seniority, but he was more useful, the message had said. Still, he felt somewhat guilty about taking the position. Maybe he'd talk to her about it. Over dinner, a voice nagged inside his head, causing him to bang it against the wall a few times. He couldn't go to dinner with Deanna, could he?
Deanna was on the prowl. Finding Julian, who had managed to worm his way out of Jadzia's talons, she confirmed her suspicions about Worf's marital status. Slipping him a few credits, she continued on her mission. No Klingon in the galaxy could stand a chance against a daughter of a daughter of the Fifth House of Betazed.
Taking a deep breath, Worf stepped throught the airlock into the hallway. Reminding himself that Betazoids didn't have six inch fangs, he walked around the corner...and right into Deanna.
"Worf, I think you've put on some weight." she said, not seeming the least bit surprised to find him less than a foot away. "Oh, so maybe I *should* skip dinner tonight..." he said, faking a hurt tone. Deanna could work with this. "Yes, commander Riker said he was serving double-fudge cake for dessert. That's very fattening, so I guess you'll have to stay home." she said, mimicking his tone of voice, and patting him on the shoulder. "But what will happen when you smell the chocolate?" he asked. Deanna was getting sick of carefully stepping around their feelings. She knew that Worf was hers and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it, not that he'd want to. "So Worf, what are you going to wear?"
Well, that's it, thank god, personally I think the ending stinks, but the only person I asked about it said I should just blow up the station, so???
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