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His eyes bore into the PADD that he had just finished reading. This wasn't what he had imagined when he awoke again like eight times before. He looked at the person that handed him the PADD. "You don't seem happy with his arrangement Colonel Kira."
Kira was as stiff as ever and was indeed not pleased with the arrangement that had been made. She wanted Weyoun dead and to remain dead in all capacities but the Federation deemed his mind invaluable.
"What I think of this arrangement doesn't matter. What matters is that you help us with that." She pointed to the PADD Weyoun was currently holding.
"Oh this?" He shook the PADD in front of her. "You need these messages to be decoded. I'm surprised you don't have that genetically enhanced doctor of yours to help you. Dr. Bashir I do believe his name is."
"He is and he's the one that suggested that you help. That's why you are here. He's the one that made it possible for you to be standing here before me." Kira had to hold in her thoughts. Even this Weyoun would tear her apart if she gave him the opportunity.
Weyoun smiled and closed the space between them. "I would very much like to thank him in person if that's possible."
"He's a little busy but should arrive here in a few hours time."
"Why was I given quarters? It's not like I need them anymore, unless he found a way for me to desire the necessities of living again. Strange not needing to eat, sleep or breath." He pinched himself to see if he felt pain and was mildly disappointed to find he also didn't feel pain. Weyoun looked at her with a smile that gave her shivers.
Kira held out her hand to collect the PADD. "The program holding your consciousness can be adjusted to give you a more living feel if you like. But you'll have to speak with Dr. Bashir about that."
"Why living quarters?"
"Quark tripled the price for the holosuites when he heard you were going to be the long term guest. He didn't seem to like you very much."
Weyoun laughed and shook his head. "Trust me if you paid the fee I would be his favorite program. Outside of Slave Sisters of Orion that is."
"You think of yourself as a program?"
"No body no person." He said casually.
Kira had to admit that must sting a little. A small part of her felt bad for him. It must have shown.
"Oh, Colonel do I detect sympathy for me? I'm touched."
The trace she held in her face vanished instantly. "Then I guess I can forgo manners with you and call you it."
"And hurt the good doctor's feelings? He's the one that made this possible. An it is a very impersonal, one dimensional thing and the dear doctor done a better job at restoring me than that." He was enjoying her discomfort.
"Almost too good in fact." Kira hated every minute of being here and he knew it. "Now can you help with the problem or not?"
"Can yes, will I? Now that's another question altogether. I highly doubt that you got the Founder's permission to do this otherwise I would be in a holosuite instead of quarters that can remain very anonymous." He stepped into her personal space now knowing that there was nothing she could do to harm him. "It must have taken weeks to get all the holotransmitters set up for a room this size. Computer, Ops."
Instantly the room shifted to OPS. It was a perfect replica. He touched a consol and started to look up information. "This is very good. I was wondering if that was set up for me. The Federation must really need my help." He didn't show it but he was actually rather flattered that so much trouble was made for him. "You need me but I need more than this."
Kira knew that this would happen. "You could easily be deleted. Would you like that?"
"I would not know as I will not feel or think. You need me far more than I could ever need or want you. I am still loyal to the Dominion and this problem of yours is not a problem the Dominion will ever have to manage." He handed her the PADD with a smile.
She took it casually and wondered why he was brought back to begin with. He was going to be far more trouble than he was worth. "What do you want in return then?"
"Oh, not much but I would like to speak to Dr. Bashir first. He's the one with the answers am I correct?"
Her job was finished with his question and she had to be honest with herself that she was no longer in the mood to continue a conversation with Weyoun. Dealing with him while alive was bad enough now as a holoprogram was simply asking too much.
"Computer end program."
Weyoun remained where he was and started to laugh at her. "Oh the look on your face was priceless. It seems I've been given some control after all. I wonder how that's done." He focused and then vanished.
Kira waited for him to return and when it felt uncomfortable to stay she turned and headed for the door. She stopped and reached for the door panel and felt a hand over it with Weyoun directly in front of her. "A second time with a look on your face. This is simply too much fun. I can't tell you how much I'll enjoy your visits." He stepped aside allowing her to leave the room.
She walked out of the room with the sound of his laughter in her ears.
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Dr. Bashir was eager to finish his research and tend to a few patients. He wanted to see Weyoun for himself but is unable to for at least another hour. He heard heavy and upset footsteps walk into the infirmary.
"Kira I take it that your meeting with Weyoun went as planned. The answer is no isn't it?"
"If you knew that he would say no why would you send me there in the first place? He thought it was a huge joke and was pleased as could be at having OPS to play with." Kira's sarcasm laced words filled him with pride.
His smile didn't help Kira's mood any. "That's brilliant! Oh I never thought that the program would work so well. He must have been convincing if he was able to get you this irate. I have to contact Dr. Zimmerman he will be thrilled with the success."
Kira knew that her angst would be wasted on the doctor now as he was in his own world of genius. It was a huge breakthrough in medical science but she was sorry that it came at the cost of bringing back one of the most hated men in the Alpha quadrant.
"Then I'll leave you to it. Oh, Weyoun wants to speak with you." Kira left the infirmary.
Julian only gave her a slight nod to acknowledge her leaving and resumed to his duties. The patients were easily taken care of as they suffered from a severe but easily treatable allergic reaction to a spice that Quark put in their food to increase their thirst and hunger. Too bad Odo wasn't there to take care of this but a few words to Quark about killing his customers and lowering his profit would do the trick just the same.
He contacted Dr. Zimmerman in a rush not caring that it was close to 3am on Earth where he was.
"This had better be important Julian I have a huge day tomorrow well today."
"Weyoun spoke with Colonel Kira and she was enraged." Julian was like a boy that passed a huge test. "It's him. It's successful."
Zimmerman woke up instantly. "So the implant taken from Weyoun's body was not damaged. I'll be there in a few weeks time. I simply have to see this for myself."
"I'll be speaking with Weyoun as soon as I finish talking with you. I can't wait to see how real he is."
"Careful Doctor I know how you are feeling but he's not like a fully created holoprogram he has a consciousness of his own with a history we do not know. He has eight starting nine lifetimes of information."
Julian was aware of this and learned to curb his enthusiasm a little. He was glad for Zimmerman's cold perspective at times as it kept him grounded. "I'll keep that in mind. But he's needed to help with the Nuzarian complex. If we don't find out who's behind it…"
"You don't have to tell me. Are you sure he's the only one that could help?"
"We've debated this a thousand times. Vorta were designed to predict behavior and that's what we need." Julian's voice went soft at those words.
Zimmerman sighed as he was too tired for a debate at the moment. "Then I'll leave you to it and see you on DS9 in a few weeks time."
Julian let out a breath he was holding in when the screen went blank. It was odd how Zimmerman put him on edge and mad him question his own intelligence. He's the only person that was able to do that to him and he had to be honest it hurt his pride.
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The quarters were empty and Julian wondered if there was a glitch in the system. He checked the program and found that there was nothing wrong. "Weyoun I know you are here. I would like to talk with you."
Nothing.
Julian never met Weyoun in person. The closest he came was a holographic recording of him and a false holoprogram when section 34 was toying with him. He was told by Captain Sisco on a few occasions that Vorta have a sneaky nature but they also had a playfulness that if one is not careful can put you off guard.
"Weyoun, I was told by Kira that you wanted to speak with me so here I am."
Weyoun appeared in front of the window looking at the expanse of space. "I would like to see the stars. Poor vision." He turned to Julian who looked at Weyoun with interest.
"I could change that though it will be trial and error as the program you are in now is very new." Julian was positively glowing.
"You are the Starfleet doctor that was genetically enhanced as a child correct?"
"That would be correct." Julian said with a slight tinge of pride.
Weyoun crossed his arms and smiled. He wanted to know how far he could push this so called genius. "You do understand that I have all my memories intact?"
"That's great!" Julian realized his mistake as soon as he said the words. Weyoun was not so pleased with the situation at hand and he was going to have an earful why.
"Then you must now realize I remember, eating, breathing and sleeping. Let's not forget that I had the sense of touch. It's rather unnerving." Weyoun walked up to Julian who was simply studying him.
"That will take some time but I can work on that. You do realize that I will need you to help with the Nuzarian complex. Thousands are dying due to a creature from Dominion territory. We've contacted your people but they have been rather unsympathetic to our plight."
Weyoun's smile deepened and he sat on the couch and motioned for Julian to sit across from him. "And in your desperation you found a way to recreate me."
"But there's a price." Julian sat across from Weyoun.
"Isn't there always?" He observed Julian and noticed that he was not like the other officers that he had met. There was no barrier up or suspecting nature. Dr. Bashir was a creature of curiosity, of needing answers or at least more answers than those around him. "You know what I want doctor."
"Oh I can hazard a guess. Besides the obvious freedom from this room you want a body again or something to simulate one. A body can be easily given but like you acknowledged there's a price." He smiled at Weyoun this time. He was starting to enjoy the banter between them.
Each was sizing up the other. Weyoun read the profile on Julian and knew that the good doctor loved a challenge. "First I want a body. I am sure your genius mind can find a way of cloning a new one for me."
"Liar, you have already deduced that this state is much more convenient. You will never age and know of the holoemiter belts that can enable you to leave this room. Before heading here I looked at all your activities and saw everything you were looking up. I see that you have caught up on all that has been happening since you were shot."
Weyoun was impressed but none the less pushed further. The only way he could get out of here was to get inside the mind of this smart but still naïve man. It seems that the war made him lest trusting but he was still a doctor first before anything else.
"I want to have the sensations of a body again. Start there and I'll take the first steps in helping you in at least slowing down the deaths." Weyoun vanished as not to allow Julian to get another word in.
Julian had a faint smile on his face. Everything seemed to be going according to plan. He knew Weyoun would want to play some games given the profile he read and so far the Vorta was acting to his calculations.
Weyoun watched Julian leave and appeared in front of the window with a smile of his own. So the game begins. "Computer, Infirmirary." Weyoun began his research there. He wanted to see if he had access to records there and was surprised that he was. "You must trust I can never leave my dear doctor or else you would never allow me to view such vital information."
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