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Dying Wish
Alex, Ba'el, Toq, Friends | Humor/Gen
"...there's blood all over my clothes and even in my hair. So then he wakes up and says to me: 'Tell Grilka not to marry Worf.'"
Toq and Doran barked with laughter, while Ba'el's eyes lit up in amusement.
"So I asked: 'Shouldn't you be asking me to tell her you love her?' But he says she already knows, and that I need to 'tell her about Worf.'" Alexander paused. "'I mean it'."
"It was good advice," Ba'el teased. "Marrying Worf is a terrible idea."
"What would you know about that?" asked Toq.
"I know that I haven't married Worf."
"G-great Fek'lhr," Doran said. "Can you im-imagine going from Quark to- to Worf?"
"It would be relationship whiplash," Toq observed sagely.
"Honestly, I can't imagine being with either of them," Alexander said.
"I'd h-hope not. Seeing how Worf is- is your father and all."
He snorted dismissively. "You know what I mean. I love my dad, and Quark's my cha'Dich. But they're both..." He exhaled sharply. "Yikes."
"Do you think you might?" Toq asked suddenly, fixing Ba'el with an intense, questioning look.
"Might what?"
"Marry Worf."
Ba'el tilted her head to the side. "When Worf first came to Carraya IV, I'd never met a man like him. So... fierce and gallant." She paused. "Now I'm on Qo'noS... and I'm discovering how stiff and prudish he is."
"Hey now," Alexander came to Worf's defense. "He's much better than he used to be."
"I know. That is the scary part."
Alex could only shrug in defeat.
Incidentally, she'd avoided actually answering the question.