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Author's Note: I return! I can't help it…the FullMetal Alchemist and X-men fandoms are addicting! –pokes Wolverine and Mustang for distracting her from DS9- I wrote up this little piece after watching the end of Season 4 when Odo is made into a Solid…those Founders can be very cruel at times. Anywho, I hope you all like this piece and I hope I haven't lost my touch. Reviews will be adored, Flames will be ignored. Thanks!

(Wow…-pokes at the line above- I'm a poet and I didn't know it!)

Welcome to Your Future

His features were perfectly molded, more like dried putty then the skin most humanoids had covering them. His mouth had no lips, his eyes were sunken into his head, and the only wrinkles that marred his face were on his forehead, looking like they had been placed there by an artist's knife.

And that face, that formless, expressionless mask was his from now until the very galaxy itself came crashing to its end. There had been a time when he could have molded his face, and his whole body, into almost any shape he could desire in the mere blink of an eye. He could soar like a hawk if he wanted or explore the sea in the shape of a fish. He could blend in anywhere he wanted to, his stake-outs could be held mere inches from his suspects since they would never look twice at the decanter sitting next to them. He had the power of formlessness at his command.

But not anymore.

Now he was human. A Solid. One of Them.

The strange feelings coursing through his body were constantly demanding attention. He needed to eat now instead of work through his lunch hour as he usually did. He needed to sleep instead of spending a relatively small amount of time, compared to all of these hours that Doctor Bashir claimed he needed to sleep, regenerating. Strange spasms of pain assaulted him at all hours and though the good doctor had assured him they were nothing to worry about for a being who had never felt anything like them before they were certainly alarming.

Odo tilted his face slightly; studying the reflection he cast in the mirror and grimaced. What good could he be at his job now? Now that he was Solid. Now that he no longer had his powers.

Captain Sisko had claimed that it didn't matter, that Odo was still the only man who he trusted as his Constable although Odo had recommended many other officers to take his spot, drawing from both the Militia and Starfleet personal lists.

What Sisko didn't seem to realize was that Odo was now vulnerable, a liability to his officers and every life form on the station. Before he had never worried about being injured in the line of duty, to injure a Changeling was a rare feat, but now he had to be careful, to worry about himself as well as his officers.

Sensations assaulted Odo even as he thought, his heart was beating loudly…too loudly he was sure. What it supposed to echo in his ears like that? His stomach growled slightly, nervously probing the hasperats Major Kirahad convinced him to try. His eye blurred and began to sting until he involuntarily blinked and moistened them.

And the face in the mirror seemed to smirk, though he was sure it was only an illusion of his mind, and seemed to say You are now a Solid…Welcome to your Future Odo.

Fin.