A/n I don't own Star Trek - Paramount does. Unfortunately.
What if Ezri caught Worf and Julian argue over her ?
Ezri walked towards the Infirmary, hoping Julian would give her something for the bouts of Space sickness she was experiencing recently.
She only prayed he kept that to himself, but he would. Doctor - patient confidentiality after all. It was embarrassing, a trained star fleet officer, someone who worked in space, feeling space sickness.
She was just about to go in when she heard voices. She was about to leave when she heard her predecessors name.
She heard 2 familiar voices.
Worf and Julian.
"…away from her."
" Now wait just a minute." Julian.
There was fumbling and muttering protests.
" You have no right to tell me who I can be friends with."
" If you dishonour Jadzia's memory, you will regret it."
Ezri couldn't believe this. Worf was threatening Julian because of her, because of Jadzia. She might have issues with her last hosts husband, but she was a different person trying to pull her life into shape.
Worf and people like him were not helping her, comparing her to their dead Trill comrade. It wasn't her fault she came to the station; Sisko persuaded her to come and she felt that if anyone could help her, it would be the crew of DS9.
She was going to stop this.
Julian Bashier couldn't believe this was happening. Worf was threatening him, just because he was interacting with Ezri. Yes, he'd had feelings for Jadzia and never acted on them. Then she'd married Worf, but he'd been able to put that behind him.
Then Jadzia Dax, one of the most vibrant and intelligent women he'd ever had the pleasure of meeting, was killed by an insane Gul Dukat.
Then Ezri came along and he'd fallen in love again. Ezri was different, she was sensitive and kind, she put great effort in her work. When he'd spoken to her, he realised that he'd barely had a chance of actually going out with Jadzia.
Now Worf was threatening him, having the nerve to say he was dishonouring Jadzia's memory when he was avoiding her.
He tried to move the glaring Klingon's arm from his neck when he saw the door open. His hands went slack as he stared at the figure in the doorway.
" Ezri."
That one word was enough for Worf to loosen his grip on the doctor's neck. He turned to face her and realised he'd been caught. He was about to explain himself, realising that their talk was here. Or he could leave and pretend this never happened.
But Ezri didn't give either of them the chance to explain. She was furious and it showed in her expression, her body was tensed and her arms folded. Her very posture vibrated with anger, like harp strings.
" I heard you, Worf. Coming from someone who ignores me, walks out a room when I'm there, talks to others as if I'm not there….if anyone's been dishonouring Jadzia's memory, its you."
The straightforward and cold way she'd said that sent a chill down both men's spines. For Worf, it was an agony hearing about Jadzia being dishonoured, not by the doctor behind him, but by himself.
Ezri didn't give him a chance to come up with any kind of protest.
" Why is it you're so bothered ? Why should you give a flying fuck about who I make friends with ?" Her voice was growing louder by the moment with each syllable.
Worf decided to speak up for himself.
" You are not Jadzia, yet you act like…"
He didn't get to finish off his sentence because Ezri started shouting at him. " DAMN RIGHT I'M NOT JADZIA! I'M EZRI! EZRI TIGAN DAX! GET THAT INTO YOUR HEAD, MY NAME IS EZRI! YOU THINK YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE IN PAIN, WORF ? THINK AGAIN! I WAS HAPPY WHEN I WASN'T JOINED! HAPPY ! NOW, I'VE GOT A PARASITE IN MY ABDOMEN WITH THE MEMORIES AND LIFETIMES OF EIGHT SEPARATE PEOPLE! EIGHT! EVERY MEMORY, EVERY SIGHT, EVERY THOUGHT! EVERY THING !"
She took a deep breath, in that time, Julian decided to intervene, " Ezri…."
But she wasn't finished. Weeks of frustration had finally reached its limits." YOU THINK I ENJOY BEING ON THIS FUCKING WRECK OF A STATION ? I HATE IT! I DON'T FIT IN, NO ONE EVEN WANTS ME TO FIT IN! I HEAR JADZIA THIS AND JADZIA THAT! I'VE GOT NEWS FOR YOU; I AM NOT JADZIA DAX! I NEVER EVEN MET HER, NOW, I HAVE HER MEMORIES! DO YOU KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE FOR ME, DO YOU WORF ? I'VE SPENT THE LAST FEW MONTHS TRYING REALLY HARD TO PUT THE PIECES OF MY LIFE BACK TOGETHER, WITH ALL 8 LIFETIMES OF DAX! "
Ezri stared at him, fury filling her, " I don't get you Worf, you've always been a decent and honourable man. I can tell you, if Jadzia was here, if she saw the way you treated me, she would hate you for it."
Worf looked down, finally realising the way he'd pushed this young woman over the edge. She was right, he was acting dishonourably and his deceased wife would've wanted to treat Ezri with kindness. Symbiont or no symbiotic, she'd have treated the young girl with kindness.
Ezri wasn't finished. She glared at Worf. " You are wrong. You don't EVER decide who is my friend, who I talk to or who I eat with."
" I'm sorry…."
" You did it. That is what matters. You took the law into your own hands. After I'm done with Garak, I'm leaving this station."
Ezri turned away and left, forgetting the space sickness.