For the Love of Gagh.
Disclaimer: Don't own. Which sucks... except for the not owning gagh part. And yet here I am writing about it. Mostly because gagh is a funny word. lolz, I'm sure.
The love affair had begun just a few weeks after she was joined. For several days Jadzia had been craving something. She's assumed that it was icoberry juice, but four glasses and a couple thousand itchy spots later she had ruled out cowberries as the thing she craved. It then occurred to her that it was something she - Jadzia - had never had before. But what?
She was still adjusting to her memories. Was it a Ktarian Chocolate Puff perhaps? Jadzia was relatively certain that Emony had adored them. Of course, it could have been a black hole... Goodness was it Curzon or Torias that had first drank it? Probably Torias. He was a pilot after all. Then again, maybe Curzon... he was Curzon after all.
Neither food was it, however. She tried them both and she tried many, many other things. Jadzia was nothing if not determined to find out what it was - and to eat it no matter what it was. It had become a symbol for her journey of integrating everything Dax was into herself.
A friend jokingly suggested that it was gagh. And something had clicked with Jadzia. It was gagh, wasn't it? The thing she had been craving, wanting... needing, even. Quickly she'd gone out to find a Klingon restaurant. There was one somewhere on the Trill home world. She could practically feel Curzon guiding her to it.
When she took that first bite Jadzia knew she was in love. Was it wrong to love something this much? She didn't know or care. She was in heaven.
Read and reveiw. Much love.