Prologue
*Note: The Timeline is all messed up, if anyone is ever going to read that. I invented it all, but there will be lines from the Series. It's a crossover from The Elephant Man and Star Trek DS9, with John as a Bajoran, not deformed this time and Saoirse as a Betazoid. Even if you don't know anything about The Elephant Man but is a Star Trek fan, that will be enough. I did that because John/Joseph was deeply religious and I've always felt like writing him as a Vedek or Kai. I've always loved "The Elephant Man" and written many fanfics. If you want to read, they're all on Wattpad.
Enjoy and thanks, darlings.
Sisko was proud to work with a Betazoid as a Diplomat.
Way too proud.
Saoirse Yra had been assigned to Deep Space Nine ten months ago, being so competent it had already rendered her the position of Lieutenant Commander.
But things weren't like Deanna Troi chocolates.
Had never been.
She was taking medicines created by Julian Bashir in secret, to control the hell and white noise that was her mind.
It was chaos. She felt like tearing her hair out.
All those voices. Whispering, shouting, singing of the crew's mind.
All those feelings, overwhelming her.
Her favorite place was Quark's. So many Ferengis...
"Oh Quark! Hold my hand!", she would say, stressed.
"Bad day?"
It was almost like a ritual.
"Not really. I just want to imbibe on your thoughts. I can't read them."
He smiled, sassily and grabbed her hand.
"Always glad to hear it. We can make the most of it. Care for a holosuit?"
She sighed.
"You know how I despise this kind of things. I'm going to my quarters. Bye, dear."
He sent her a kiss and she went, walking through the Promenade.
Too much stimuli... She couldn't distinguish whether people were talking or thinking...
"Help me."
And she started to fall.
But strong hands held her.
When she came to, she couldn't read her savior's mind. Too disciplined.
He was a Bajoran. And it all seem to indicate he was a Vedek.
And none less than Vedek Merrick.
She didn't share the beliefs, but she knew he was... important.
Now, more than ever, she wanted to read a mind. He was still holding her, smiling down and staring at her as if she was the seventh wonder.
And she was lost in his hazel eyes.
Nevertheles...
"Let me go!", said Saoirse. "I'm fine already!"
He laughed.
"I certainly hope so! Do you know where the Emissary is, Liuetenant Commander?"
"He is in Ops."
Suddenly, he pinched her ear.
"Your pagh is strong. Very strong. You'll feel better, Saoirse. Have faith. Walk with the Prophets."
He left and Saoirse rolled eyes. All this ear-pinching, pagh and Prophets talk weren't for her. She didn't even believe any of the Betazed gods.
Wait...
How did he know her name?!
No panic, Saoirse. Everybody knew your name in the station. It's probably because of your hair color. It didn't match your eyes.
No, Saoirse, you don't need a complex now.
When she came to, she was in her quarters.
Better use the Sonic Shower and try to sleep a little while not having to face that white noise and the overwhelming feelings.