Characters and places belong to Paramount but the story is all mine.
It was a day like any other day, Kira Nerys told herself as she stepped out of the turbolift into Ops. It was a little quiet, she thought, but that was probably because the night shift was just finishing up their duties and they were tired. She glanced involuntarily at the science station, at the blue-uniformed Starfleet officer who had manned that console for the last duty roster.
She paused for a moment, glancing around, assuring herself that everything was as it should be.Kira nodded, trying to get used to the new title, this still very uncomfortable elevation in rank. Somehow, she thought, I don’t feel any different now that I’m a colonel. I’m still the same old Kira Nerys.
Well, on the outside, anyway, she was the still the same. The inside, she thought, was still a mess of what Terrans would refer to as “nerves.”
“What are you doing here so early?” Kira asked, grasping the railing tightly, her fingers pale and bloodless from the intensity of her grip.O’Brien did not have to be specific about what he meant; Kira knew exactly what he was referring to.
“The ship should arrive sometime this afternoon,” she answered.“I won’t keep you,” Kira said. She headed towards what had been Sisko’s office and now belonged to her. She paused in the doorway, thinking that six years ago, she had greeted Deep Space Nine’s new commander with the words, “I suppose you want the office now.”
At the time, she had been grudging to the Starfleet officer, thinking that the Federation’s presence near Bajor was unnecessary. Now, as Kira slid into her chair, laying her hands flat on the solid desk, she really wished that Sisko was here.
“You fit this office better than I ever did,” Kira said out-loud, hoping that Sisko could hear her. Of course, New Orleans in Louisiana back on Earth was quite a distance; such a distance that Kira had to drag out a stellar map to locate it.
“Kira to Odo.”Even with the change in their relationship, Odo could be so maddeningly formal, Kira thought.
“No, I just wanted to hear your voice.”There was another pause and Kira could hear the comlink connecting them crackle; it was almost as if she could hear the sound of Odo’s thoughts.
“This is a day like any other day,” Odo said firmly. “And you should treat her as you would treat any new crew member.”O’Brien aimed the dart carefully, aware that once again, Bashir was winning.
“I won’t let you have this round,” the Irishman told the doctor.“I was trying to figure out what to say,” Bashir confessed as he led the way to an empty table. “I actually tried practicing things to say to her when she comes here too. I’m quite concerned about what will come out of my mouth when she does finally arrive.”
“Me too. And I think Kira is too.”“I thought about introducing myself,” Bashir said, sitting down at a secluded table. “But I don’t believe that’s necessary. And I thought, maybe I would ask her how she was feeling, but then that isn’t quite right either. I thought about asking what was new and that just seemed a little out of place, given the circumstances. Honestly, I cannot think of what would be approriate.”
“Nor can I. And I’ve tossed everything about in my head until it’s a bloody mess.”“I don’t care what Odo thinks,” O’Brien retorted. “He tends to look at everything practically. Emotionally, this transition, this change, means nothing to him."
“I find that hard to believe.”“Business is booming like never before. Nothing like a good war to stir things up,” Quark said with satisfaction. The constable eyed him with suspicion.
“You have been extremely law-abiding lately, Quark,” Odo said. “Something the matter?”Quark shrugged, the material of his shiny coat rippling red and orange in the garish lights of his bar.
“The heart’s not into crime anymore,” Quark said cheerfully. “The straight and narrow, that’s me.”“The Mirabelle has requested permission to dock,” O’Brien called out as Kira emerged from her office. Kira nodded, taking a deep breath.
“Permission granted,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady. “Where is Dr. Bashir?”“Right here, Colonel,” the clipped British accent said from behind her. The Bajoran turned to look at her friend.
“I see I’m just in time,” Bashir said.Bashir and O’Brien stood outside the airlock. Minutes later, Odo joined them and then, Quark and Leeta.
“Hi,” Bashir said.“Hi,” Leeta answered, a little shyly. Today, her clothing was a little more subdued and less revealing. Her eyes even seemed a little larger than usual. Quark was curiously tight-lipped, bouncing from one foot to another.
“Do stop,” Bashir told the Ferengi. “That is a most annoying habit at a time like this.”Kira climbed the stairs, feeling all the energy dissipate from her muscles. She paused for a moment outside the holosuite, thinking how much she did not want to go in. Finally, she summoned her courage and entered. She had expected some Klingon battle or some hunt, but she did not expect a lush jungle, serene in its lush greenery.
“Commander?” she called out.“Before she was wounded, Dax and I were in this clearing, listening to the mating calls of some animal,” Worf answered. “At that moment, we were so happy together. It was as if nothing else existed in the world but the two of us and those animals who had found each other. And I think Jadzia and I really understood each other then. More than ever.”
“We all miss her, Worf.”Kira touched his shoulder and then left the holosuite without looking back on the jungles of Soukara. There wasn’t much time left, she thought as she headed to the airlock, and she had to find something to say.
She approached her friends, who had clustered around the airlock, half in anticipation, half in fear. They were looking at her, expecting her to take the lead.
The waiting was over, Kira thought as she saw Ezri emerge from the airlock.