On the Founder's homeworld all was not well. Something was creeping through
the collective consciousness. That something was akin to a murky emotion,
one the murky collective had not experienced before. It was received
hesitantly as it permeated the primordial ooze covering the planet. It was
a deep and pervasive sadness, a regret, a longing.
Regaining his individual form, slowly Odo rose to the surface alone. As he began to break the surface he struggled to coalesce into the humanoid form he had come to know so well while on DS9. Moving slowly and cautiously he slid onto a rock and almost chuckled to himself thinking "I could make part of myself into a chair and sit comfortably". He shook his head, "No! I cannot think of humanoid comforts. I am not humanoid. I am a changeling. Changelings take their comforts where they find them." An opposing thought came to him then, "I was being a changeling, humanoids cannot make their own chairs." Odo leaned over and put his semi-formed head into his semi- formed hands. He sighed, as much as he could in his half formed body. "What am I doing? This confusion… This horrible horrible confusion…. I no longer know who or what I am." He looked around him at the iridescent golden slime surrounding him. "This is what I am. This is where I belong. These are my….. people? Hah." Odo sighed again. "I miss her. I want to be with my friends. I even want to wrap my hands around that lousy Ferengi's neck again. What am I doing here? This is ridiculous. I am doing nothing here. I am spreading feelings, thoughts, emotions they do not even want. What did I think I was doing? What arrogance possessed me to think THIS could make a difference? The only difference any of this is making is in my life, in Kira's life…. Hah! Probably in Quark's life also, the little mealy mouth is likely having a ball without me."
Odo got up and slid into the golden ooze again, allowing his feelings, his essence to flow and mix with the larger collective. He felt resistance. He felt rejection. He knew he was different, somehow separate while being connected. He knew he had to go back.
"Damn you!", Kira cried, her hands shaking and nearly spilling the raktajino she held. She put the steaming mug down and turned towards the viewport. "What is wrong with me? I should be happy for you. You're with your people now. It's what you always wanted. How could I stand in your way? I had to let you go. I had to MAKE you go." Silently regretting her unselfishness, Kira gazed at the stars as a tear ran down her cheek. She sighed and turned towards the bed. "I SEE you here with me. I SEE you everywhere I look. I feel your love. I feel your presense. Oh Prophets, I'm acting like you're DEAD!" Kira turned down the covers of her uncomfortably hard Cardassian bed. Forgetting her raktajino she slid between the sheets and curled into a fetal like ball. Sobs began to wrack her body.
Regaining his individual form, slowly Odo rose to the surface alone. As he began to break the surface he struggled to coalesce into the humanoid form he had come to know so well while on DS9. Moving slowly and cautiously he slid onto a rock and almost chuckled to himself thinking "I could make part of myself into a chair and sit comfortably". He shook his head, "No! I cannot think of humanoid comforts. I am not humanoid. I am a changeling. Changelings take their comforts where they find them." An opposing thought came to him then, "I was being a changeling, humanoids cannot make their own chairs." Odo leaned over and put his semi-formed head into his semi- formed hands. He sighed, as much as he could in his half formed body. "What am I doing? This confusion… This horrible horrible confusion…. I no longer know who or what I am." He looked around him at the iridescent golden slime surrounding him. "This is what I am. This is where I belong. These are my….. people? Hah." Odo sighed again. "I miss her. I want to be with my friends. I even want to wrap my hands around that lousy Ferengi's neck again. What am I doing here? This is ridiculous. I am doing nothing here. I am spreading feelings, thoughts, emotions they do not even want. What did I think I was doing? What arrogance possessed me to think THIS could make a difference? The only difference any of this is making is in my life, in Kira's life…. Hah! Probably in Quark's life also, the little mealy mouth is likely having a ball without me."
Odo got up and slid into the golden ooze again, allowing his feelings, his essence to flow and mix with the larger collective. He felt resistance. He felt rejection. He knew he was different, somehow separate while being connected. He knew he had to go back.
"Damn you!", Kira cried, her hands shaking and nearly spilling the raktajino she held. She put the steaming mug down and turned towards the viewport. "What is wrong with me? I should be happy for you. You're with your people now. It's what you always wanted. How could I stand in your way? I had to let you go. I had to MAKE you go." Silently regretting her unselfishness, Kira gazed at the stars as a tear ran down her cheek. She sighed and turned towards the bed. "I SEE you here with me. I SEE you everywhere I look. I feel your love. I feel your presense. Oh Prophets, I'm acting like you're DEAD!" Kira turned down the covers of her uncomfortably hard Cardassian bed. Forgetting her raktajino she slid between the sheets and curled into a fetal like ball. Sobs began to wrack her body.