A/n I don't own Star trek. Paramount does - unfortunately.
Nine Times New.
300 years, spanning 8 different hosts, the Dax symbiote has come to me.
I'm now the 9th host to the legacy of 300 years.
I've never dreamt of having something of such wisdom, such learning and so many nuances. One is an engineer, one is a gymnastic champion, one is a murderer, one is a diplomat with a reckless streak a full 10 light years wide.
One is a scientist.
A scientist. My eighth host. Jadzia Dax. Starfleet officer and widower, she is missed by the people of this station. I turn around, the smiling faces of the Bajoran people in my face as my old friend - no, not my friend, not personally, not yet anyway I hope, carries a young boy with a smile that can launch a thousand fleets of ships.
These people have endured so much - loosing their connection to the prophets in the wormhole, loosing Ben and having to deal with Romulans taking one of their moons and fortifying the place.
Way to go Kira on dealing with it.
I can see them in the distance, Worf has gone, but the others are still there and gawping at me. I can guess that they are shocked at the new me. I cannot say I blame them. I can still barely wrap my head around the idea of sharing the minds of different people.
Worf is a problem, I heard how he went with the General and the boys to destroy a Dominion shipyard in Jadzia's name to send her to the Afterlife.
The new me, I've no idea who I am now. Once I was a green ensign fresh out of the academy and training to be a counsellor. Now, I have the experience of Eight different people with different pursuits in life.
I smile serenely. These people can help me with the control over my former eight selves.