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'If only I hadn't given away your Father's old holo-camera.' Dr Beverly Crusher mused as she leaned against the archway which lead between her living room and kitchen in arms folded across her chest as she watched her son leaning over the replicator.

'Well I have had to learn a thing or to living away from you.' Wesley chuckled as he bent down pulling a black lacquer tray out of one of his Mother's kitchen cupboards.

'Pancakes I see.' Beverly motioned as she moved forward peering curiously over her son's left shoulder.

'Chocolate and banana it's Nelia's favourite.' She nodded brushing her fingers across her chin as she turned her back on her son pulling a wooden stool out from behind the kitchen's granite breakfast bar.

'You don't like her do you?' Wesley questioned with a frown as he dished the pancakes on to plates. She paused before she gave him her answer flashing him a warm loving smile.

'That's the problem Wes I don't really know her...but from what I've seen how she is when she's here she seems to be a likeable polite young woman if not a little jumpy.' Beverly chuckled softly she hadn't seen him this desperate to seek her approval since he'd brought his very first girlfriend into their home, he'd been so nervous.

'She loves you very much.' Beverly breathed reassuring her son, she could remember what it was like to be young and in love. Wesley said nothing she hid her concern brushing her hand across the fabric of his arm.

'You better go before that gets cold and Nelia wakes up.' As he brushed past her Wesley planted a kiss on his Mother's warm cheek, there was something different about him some how.

His Mother's words echoed inside of his head as Wesley made his way towards the guest bedroom. It had suddenly dawned on him how far their lives were about to take them from each other. He was scared he couldn't help it he knew it was irrational but he was still scared, scared for Nelia and for them their relationship. Wesley recalled what it had been like on the Enterprise they'd visited so many places and met so many people no experience he'd ever had after he'd left had measured up to it until he'd been in command himself and later until he'd met Nelia. Would it be the same for her? Would everything else seem dull and inconsequential? Would she meet someone else? Wesley suddenly found himself recalling the Fraiter Captain that use to buzz around his ship after Nelia when she was an Ensign, generally as a rule Wesley tried never to hate anyone but he'd hated him he'd been so cocky and flash he'd thrown latinum bars around like they'd been nothing. It had impressed her for a while Wesley wondered if it would again. He tried to shake the negative thoughts from his head as he made his way through the bedroom door. The first sight, which met his gaze was Nelia she was lying in the centre of the bed her arms resting above her head her right leg hanging out of the bed. He couldn't lose her he'd changed so much she'd changed him he was more confident and relaxed than he ever had been in his life he didn't want it to go back to the way it use to be. Wesley placed the breakfast tray down on his Mother's bleached wood antique dressing table. As gently as he could be pulled back one corner of the duvet slipping into the bed next to her she was so warm, cupping his hand up under his ear he rested on his elbow glancing down at her brushing a tendril of stray hair away from her forehead planting a kiss on the end of her nose.

It didn't matter what happened in the end the time that they had together was all that mattered now things would change, they might end up being pulled light years away from each other and in the end they might not end they're lives together, but none of that mattered all that mattered was at that moment Wesley felt like the most blessed man that had ever existed. He loved her and he was loved and in the end that was all he really wanted to take with him.

Nelia...Nelia!

'Martof,' Kastra motioned as she tugged on her husband's arm attempting to wake him from his fretful slumber.

'Martof you need to wake up it's time to go.' At the sound of her voice Martof opened his eyes it took him a few moments to register the face hovering over him. She moved off the bed it had been like a knife in her heart the frown that had been printed across his face when he'd looked at her.

'Kas, Kastra.' He pleaded with her clutching at his head as he sat up in their bed.

'You need to get dressed I arranged with your parents to pick Marnie up in an hour.' Kastra informed as she pulled the last items of clothing out of her extensive wardrobe angrily stuffing them into a near by bag.

'What time is it? What time do we need to meet the shuttle?'

'We're not meeting the shuttle we're not going to Earth, we're going to Deep space nine, after Earth the Enterprise is docking there the rest of the crew are boarding then we're boarding with them I've spoken to Star fleet and they don't seem to have a problem with it.' Kastra informed him mater-of-factly her voice devoid of emotion.

'Deep space nine, Kastra you know I can't go there!'

'I know I know you've told me before but what choice do we have! I've been doing some research and I think the only person who can help you is on that station.' She shirked her voice cracking with emotion, but still she didn't turn she couldn't look at him.

'Kas I can't go there not after what happened, we're just going to have to get through this together.' Martof breathed as he climbed out of their bed his feet shaking a little as he set his foot on the floor, as stealthy as he could he made his way towards his wife attempting to wrap his arms around her.

'No!' She cried pushing him away roughly.

'No that's not going to work this time you can't just expect for everything to simply go away just because you give me a hug! I'm scared I'm so scared I feel like I'm losing you.' Martof opened his mouth to speak but Kastra cut him off she wasn't finished yet.

'It's not just about me and you think about Marnie it's bad enough that she doesn't have a Mother you can't do this Martof you can't be so selfish that you take her Father away as well, with out even trying! You've been lying in that bed ever since you had that thing put inside you you!' She jabbed her index finger angrily against the fabric of his toned abdomen.

'Kastra!' Martof cried back indignantly.

'What it's true that thing is killing you, it's killing you and it's killing us!' Kastra broke down as she suddenly exploded body shaking sobs breaking over her.

'Martof,' She sobbed not fighting against him this time as he wrapped his arms around her.

'...I don't know what to do.' Kastra gushed burying her head in the fabric of his strong shoulder.

Martof couldn't lie to himself any more he knew what she was saying was true and it filled him with fear. Ever since he had been joined he'd felt as if he was losing himself he didn't know where Kahn began and he finished. The thoughts and memories flooded inside of him mixing with his own their were so many voices so many faces he felt as if he was breaking apart. Kastra was right also about the fact that it wasn't a normal situation he came from four generations of Trills who had been joined both of his parents were joined and his Grandmother the process wasn't easy it wasn't supposed to be it was the hardest thing that any Trill could be subjected to, but this was to hard. He frowned down at her running his hands over her back pulling her as tight against her as he could, he knew the risks but like she had said he had to try not just for them but for his daughter.

'Okay you're right we'll go.'