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Prologue
Jadzia
Jadzia was exhausted. She had just spent the past week at a conference on Tellar Prime with Benjamin, Worf, Major Kira, and Chief O'Brien, but while the conference was tiring, her exhaustion had more to do with the combined obliviousness of the major and the lieutenant commander.
Kira, she could understand. The occupation and her time in the resistance had made it difficult for the major to accept that she was worthy of love, particularly of the romantic kind. Dax had spent the past three years slowly chipping away at Kira's shell and had managed to develop a close friendship with her, but Jadzia's gentle attempts at flirting had so far gone unnoticed. For some time after the death of Vedek Bareil, Jadzia had kept her distance in this regard, allowing her friend the time to grieve, but over the past year, she had ramped up her overtures to new levels.
Worf, on the other hand, had no excuse. Jadzia had felt an attraction from the moment he stepped on the station. Since Kira had yet to reciprocate her advances, she figured she'd have better luck pursuing the Klingon, if not for a relationship, then at least for some very vigorous sex. In true Klingon fashion, she'd been far more aggressive in her approach than she was with Kira, but Worf was no ordinary Klingon. In a way, Worf was more honorable than the vast majority of Klingons Dax knew (and Dax knew a lot of Klingons), but while that made him an excellent Starfleet officer, it had proven to be very frustrating in Jadzia's quest to get laid.
She'd almost left them both behind in pursuit of Lenara Kahn, but her former wife was ultimately unwilling to disregard the taboos of Trill society, to Jadzia's heartbreak.
After this week, during which Dax had practically thrown herself at Worf to no avail, she was once again leaning towards focusing her flirtation on Kira. It might take longer to get to the point Jadzia wants, but it at least felt more promising than waiting for Worf to catch a hint.
Dax's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the runabout violently shaking. She heard Worf announce that a warp core breach was imminent and O'Brien say something about sabotage, and before she knew it, she felt the woosh of a transport beam as the Orinoco exploded.