Sometimes, having a well known name is a bad thing.
Rated: K
My Name Is...
It starts the way it always does. I see a pretty young woman on the promenad and I decide to talk with her a bit. The two of us get along and we start to date. She wants to meat my family but, I'm able to persyade her to wait a little while. I sugest meating hers, first? She arraynges a diner with her parents and we have a plasant time.
Then, they ask 'the question.' They want to know my family name. See, until now, I've only told her my given name. Not really having a good reason not to, I tell them. That's the exact moment I go from being the young man who's interested in their daughter to a target of reverance.
Given who my dad is, I'm not surprised. If the roles were reversed, I'd probably act the same way. That doesn't change anything though. I'm still the son of the most famus man in the secter. My name is Jake Sisko.
The End.
A/N: "Captain Sisko: You've got a good start on a novel here, Jake. The dialogue is sharp, the story's involving, the characters are real... the spelling is terrible!"
In other words, all spelling mistakes are intentional and meant to be in character.
