Author's Notes: This is the final installment of "The Spy." I have thought long and hard about it, and have decided that, if I am to "mirror" the entirety of the last two seasons of the series with Delia's story, it will be broken down into parts. This will also give me the freedom to work the plot out a bit better before uploading.

I want to thank each and every reader that this story has had. I want to thank each and every one of you who has reviewed this story. It has meant so much to me to have this little piece of the Star Trek fandom to call my own. And now I release the ending of the first part of a trilogy.

Part Seven – A Call to Arms – The Conclusion of The Spy

I was a prisoner in my own mind. Every word my mouth said was chosen by someone else. Every meal I ate was chosen for me. Even my dreams were not my own. I was lucid enough to see what was happening around me, but I was powerless to do anything.

Weyoun somehow managed to smooth talk my way into Ops, managed to win over some small measure of trust from Sisko, and, more importantly (in Weyoun's eyes), Odo. Gul Dukat convinced my parents to go back to their normal lives, that I was safe on DS9 and that my previous outbursts had been a response to unfamiliar stress. My body was a puppet; a marionette that danced and sang for her Dominion puppet masters.

And then I, rather, we, overheard Chief O'Brien and Lieutenant Dax talking on the Promenade. Talking about mining the entrance to the wormhole in response to the convoys of ships that arrived weekly from the Dominion. My blood boiled with Dukat's rage, and, for a moment, I was in control of my own body again, voices in my head hissing, "Say one word and it will be your last." Even with that threat hanging over me, I contemplated running to Dax and O'Brien and confessing everything.

But the lapse in the Dominion's control over me was only temporary, and soon there was another voice in my head. Not Dukat, not the Founder, and definitely not Weyoun. My blood boiled with rage that was all my own when I heard Brendan's voice telling my body what to do, what to say.

It occurred to me that the lack of Dukat or Weyoun overseeing my body's every move meant that they would be visiting the station. It occurred to me that this could be the move that sparked an all out war, a terrible, bloody war, between the two powers.

Brendan did not try to strike up conversation with me. He maneuvered my body rather stiffly, awkwardly, following O'Brien and Dax, but not too closely.

You're getting unwanted attention, making me walk like a Cardassian, I thought, more as an insult than as a piece of advice.

"As long as we get the information we need, that doesn't matter," Brendan shot back. I laughed, though the laugh didn't escape my lips.

We won't get the information you need if you keep drawing attention. You have to walk more naturally. Sway the hips. Drop the shoulders a bit. If you let me control myself for a moment I'll show you.

"You'll just run off."

With you in my head, threatening to take back the controls? Unlikely. Besides, it's rather useless for me to fight now. You've got your information. The Dominion will kill me soon enough, anyway. Just like you said, I thought, miserably. He seemed to buy it, though, because the next thing I knew I had face-planted just outside the turbolift that Dax and O'Brien had gotten on. I had not expected him to give up control of myself, much less do it mid-step. His laughter drowned out my thoughts as I willed my legs and arms to work. I was not entirely confident in my abilities to move anymore (another reason I hadn't bolted when granted momentary control by Weyoun and Dukat).

By the time I regained my footing and my bearings, the two we, er, I, was following were long gone. Brendan was still laughing too hard to be really angry at me for losing them. I got on the turbolift and headed to my quarters. I focused on blocking Brendan out of my brain. I figured that, because he wasn't one of my usual "handlers," he'd be easier to block out. I'd never really tried it before, but didn't think it could hurt.

As silly as it was, the first thing I did upon arriving back at my quarters was replicate a big bowl of noodles, drowning in butter and garlic. I had been craving that simple meal for weeks, but Dukat and Weyoun fed my body basic nutrient rations that looked, tasted, and filled me up exactly like cardboard.

"And what exactly do you think you're doing? You're supposed to follow those senior officers!" Brendan shouted in my head. I focused on blocking him out and took a big bite of my noodles, nearly crying out in pleasure as butter dripped down my chin. It was good to taste something.

I'm not doing anything else for the Dominion until I have some real food in my stomach. Your baby demands it, I hissed back.

I never did catch up with O'Brien and Dax. When I attempted to locate them after eating, the Computer notified me that they were each in their own quarters. Instead, I focused on getting closer to Captain Sisko. By watching him, I only learned that he was also human; that he was just as afraid as we all were of the massive conflict that undoubtedly lay ahead of us.

Brendan, during this entire time, attempted twice to regain control of me. But I found that if I focused hard enough on keeping said control, I could block him out. It was a small comfort.

"Captain," I called out, finding him walking alone, and hurried to catch up to him, "Captain Sisko, can I have a word?"

"What is it, Crewman?" he asked.

"Sir, I've heard about the minefield, and I was wondering if there's anything I can do to help."

He nodded, solemnly. "Chief O'Brien will need all the help he can get setting up the mines and getting them deployed. Report to Engineering at 0530 hours. Chief O'Brien will teach you what you'll need to know."

"Thank you, Sir. I will be there."

The next time I heard Weyoun's voice in my head, he did not seem pleased. "You Federation types are all the same. Stubborn and completely missing the bigger picture." Apparently, he'd met with Captain Sisko shortly after I met with him. He'd tried to get Sisko to forget about putting up the minefield. Unsuccessfully, of course. Shortly after he skimmed my thoughts, went over everything I'd seen and heard, the voices in the back of my mind vanished. It was as if I'd never become a spy for the Dominion. I wondered, for a moment, if they were finished using me. I wondered if I should go immediately and confess my role, this part that had been picked for me.

Instead, I pulled up as much information as I could about the mines we were setting up and studied. I crammed my brain as full as I could with schematics and technical things.

I didn't sleep before boarding the Defiant. I was hyped up on coffee and ready to lend a hand where I could, helping to assemble the components of the mines and get them ready to be placed.

At first, it all went smoothly.

Then Captain Sisko notified us that the Dominion was coming. That we didn't have as much time as we needed to place the mines. We went on red alert. Around me, there was chaos. Controlled chaos, I suppose one would call it. The others who were working on the mines scrambled to finish.

"Chief, how much longer?" Jadzia demanded over the comm system.

"Just another couple of minutes," replied Chief O'Brien, looking over my shoulder as he moved quickly between mines, "Take us to our final set of coordinates."

"Is that the last of them?" I asked, moving to the final one I'd been told to configure. O'Brien lifted his head to respond when the ship rocked violently.

"Chief, I'm going to have to take evasive maneuvers!" Jadzia cried.

"If you do, you risk setting off every mine on this ship," O'Brien responded.

"And if I don't," declared Jadzia, "we may not have a ship left!"

I leaned against the wall as the ship rocked once more, and double checked the last mine I'd set.

We set the last mine, and the field was activated. We were ordered to return to the station.

Sisko ordered the evacuation of the station. I sprinted across the station to my quarters, I couldn't leave Gilly alone on the station with the Dominion in control. I was to stay on the Defiant, to continue to serve under Captain Sisko. With Gilly under my arm, I moved as quickly as I could through the crowds in the docking ring, back to the Defiant.

I noticed, too late, that Garak was also on board, and the look he gave me when he saw me made me seriously doubt that I would be a Starfleet officer much longer. I silently pleaded with him not to out me to Sisko. The guilt that washed over me felt almost like a two ton brick, weighing down on my head. My plan was to stay out of the way and just do my job to the best of my ability.

I reported to Chief O'Brien to help repair the damage that had been dealt to the Defiant. My future was uncertain, my past was uncomfortable. The only thing I could count on was the shaky ground on which I stood presently.

"You've done well," a voice, the female founder's voice, echoed through my head. I hoped desperately that the words were not really meant for me.