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WORF
Jadzia says that I am the one whose always angry, but, right now she is doing an excellent job of proving herself wrong. I was in my quarters, when all of a sudden, she walks in yelling at me.
"I don't know what makes me angrier that you agreed to go into the Gamma Quadrant with *Garak*, or that I had to hear it from Sisko!"
Oh boy. This was going to be unpleasant, "I *was* going to tell you."
"When? On your way out the airlock?" she demanded.
"A Klingon warrior does not have to explain why he chooses to face danger, not even to his par'mach'kai."
Dax's voice calmed, and she folded her arms, "So in other words, you were afraid I'd make a scene, that I'd embarrass you, maybe even cry�"
How does this woman know me so well? "You *are* capable of anything."
"Don't worry, Worf, I won't be shedding any tears over you."
I continued sharpening my mek' tleh, "Then you came to wish me a good death in battle."
"No," she said crassly, "I came for these."
Jadzia reached down and opened my drawer. Her hand gripped a handful of my music selections, and I slowly stood, "My Klingon operas..."
"Well, you won't be using them for the next few days. Somebody might as well enjoy them."
Jadzia headed for the door and I turned away from her, letting out a small sigh. I was not afraid for my own life, but I was afraid of being without her.
"What?" she asked, noticing my mood, "Something wrong?"
I faced her, not exactly sure how to say what I felt. Instead, I portrayed it metaphorically, "You have a tendency to misplace things."
"Ah! And you're afraid that I might lose your precious operas?"
"Yes."
Jadzia tipped her head, "It's a distinct possibility," A teasing smile formed on her lips, and she took a few steps closer to me, "If I were you I'd hurry back, that is, if you want to keep your collection intact."
Her arms looped around my shoulders, and I kissed her. My own arms gripped her tightly, and I let my lips part. Her cool tongue mingled with mine, and instead of feeling happy that she was in my arms, I was worried that this would be the last time I held her. I was hesitant to let her go, but she finally pulled away, ending our kiss. I didn't let her out of my arms, though.
"Have a glorious death," she said, "Or don't. It's up to you."
Dax gently touched my chest, and I released her from my grasp. With a soft smile, she was gone. I stood there, and a smile formed on my lips. I made a vow to return to her, no matter what. I was not going to die in the Gamma Quadrant for Garak's sake.
JADZIA
I stood outside of Worf's quarters for a moment, clutching his operas to my chest. Worf tried to put on a strong facade, but I could read him like a duty roster. He was just as worried about himself as I was about him. He hadn't been home from his stay on the Enterprise very long, and now he was going out on a life or death mission again. With *Garak*. Part of me was upset at Ben for sending Worf away. Yes, I knew it was probably necessary, but, it didn't make it any better. Worf would be leaving in an hour, and I decided not to go to the airlock to see him off. I might make a scene, embarrass him, maybe even cry.
Things had gone from bad to worse. No, I'll restate that, from worse to terrible. Two days ago, we recieved a transmission from Worf and Garak. It was badly garbled, and basically it forcasted a Jem'Hadar invasion. Sisko then sent Kira in the Defiant out to find Worf and Garak, and when the ship emerged through the wormhole, I silently begged for Worf to be on it. He wasn't.
Benjamin called a meeting that afternoon in the ward room to discuss our options. I had a huge knot in my throat, and a brick in my stomach. I knew my mind should be focused on the crisis at hand, but instead all I could think about was Worf. I love him, and I may never see him again. Dozens of thoughts on what happened to him went through my mind. I sat at the head of the table near Benjamin, and even after he began talking, I was not totally into what he was saying. Instead I had conjured up various things that the Jem' Hadar would do to Worf.
"...You're going to destroy the wormhole?"
My head popped up at hearing Kira's words. Close the wormhole? How could he? Ben and Nerys went back and forth on a debate as to why he shouldn't do it, stuff about the prohets, I wasn't really listening to that either. Worf could spend the rest of his life stuck in a runabout in the Gamma Quadrant with Garak.
Ben stood after saying something to O'Brien about working on a method to close the wormhole, "You and Dax start working immedietly."
I stood as well, "What about Worf?" I asked him.
"If we close the wormhole he and Garak will be trapped in the Gamma Quadrant," Odo added.
Dukat took a long sip from his glass, "Casualties of war."
I gave him a cold hard stare, and Sisko spoke up in reply, " They have thirty six hours to find their way home, let's hope they can make it."
I nodded curtly and after Sisko dissmissed everyone, I filed out.
"Hey, Old Man!"
Ben came up behind me in the corridor, "Hi."
"I know this isn't easy for you..."
I gave him a weak, yet hopeful smile, "No it isn't, but I'll be okay."
"I really am very sorry. Maybe they'll make it back-"
"I don't want to think about that right, now. I'm about to help O'Brien seal the wormhole, and condemn the man I love to never return home. If I think about him it's only going to be harder."
Sisko nodded in agreement, "Yes, you're right. But, you know that if you need anything, just someone to vent to, you know where to find me."
"Thank you," I outstretched my arms and we hugged tightly.
~finis
~The End~
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