I think I'm keeping the focus on enough of the characters to where you don't get bored with just one...I think...

Part Dix!

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Odo walked away from his thoughts and saw Nog on the bridge muttering.

"Nog?" He asked.

The Ferengi turned and nodded his greeting at Odo before looking once again at the consul he was at. Jocelyn was a bit away leaning against the metal bars again. Looking around he also noticed a Bajoran women standing in a far corner.

Cocking his head like a puppy dog he thought there was something off about her. She looked like a normal Bajoran engineer; blue outfit with a bluish earring to match. Though the earring had nothing to do with the occupation unless you looked back at ancient Bajor, it had to do with your family line. He had learned all of this from… from Kira. A pain stabbed through his liquidly heart.

Turning his thoughts back to the women, he noticed that she was smiling. It was so bright and happy… his eyes flicked to hers and he saw the different colors. Her hair kinda covered them, but it was obvious. It must have helped her that they were both blue at least. Thinking of the colors they reminded him of Bajor. Her hair did too, it was long and in a traditional Bajoran braid, that was very hard to do by yourself.

He walked over to her and tapped her gently on the shoulder.

"And you would be?" He asked quietly.

She blinked at him and smiled just a bit wider, "I'm Elam Tammy,"

"Tammy? That sounds rather human," He squinted his eyes at her to view her better in the dim light.

Nodding her head, "I know, but it's also Bajoran. Some names are shared across species,"

Odo resisted the urge to lean his hand against his hand and say 'Oh really?' Instead he replied,

"Often names that can be used for both genders are used in the species that have neither. I know a Cardassian by the name of Elam, though he is male. He was a friend of mine for six years, although I knew him for seven. I have to say though, the Bajoran seem to integrate more names then most species into their culture,"

Tammy's mouth opened slightly into an 'o' shape, "You seem to know a lot about Bajoran culture,"

Odo nodded, "I should,"

"Why should you?" Tammy asked a bit confused.

Odo shrugged and turned to a consul nearby him. Checking where they were, he turned back to Tammy.

"You'll be home in about seven minutes. Hopefully, you'll survive till then,"

Tammy's smile stretched from ear to ear, "I'll try my best,"

Odo nodded and walked away from her to another point on the bridge. Working around, he balanced the systems out that the Jem'Hadar didn't notice. Wayun noticed them from time to time but he never had the time it took to take care of them. It didn't even matter that Odo was a changeling to them. He liked it that way; he really didn't want to be known as the god or changeling on the ship. He didn't mind being called captain though.

As he worked he always liked to listen to the conversations on the ship. Listening, he heard no conversations. It was eerie how quiet the ship was about this time of day. Usually he was overwhelmed by how many voices he heard, but at this time of day there were no voices in the ship. It happened everyday like this, where it went loud for minute and then stopped suddenly. The quiet period was rather nice, but so were the loud periods.

Of course people thought that Jem'Hadar had nothing to talk about, but they would be surprised by how much they talked when on break. The Jem'Hadar under him had developed a taste for being open about their ideas and thoughts. Some even ate in the mess hall and drank ale, the strongest alcohol they could get generally being Klingon or Cardassian.

As Odo's thoughts strayed to other things about the ship, everyone else's drifted too. Jocelyn's went to the station, Tammy's to Kira, and Nog's to engineering.

Engineering had to be one of the hardest area's to be over, Things were always going wrong and nothing ever worked. Last time the station had a break down it stopped spinning and it took Nog forever just to get to where he needed to be to fix the problem, let alone fix it. If only the Chief was still around, the Chief being Miles O'Brien. He really missed him; Miles was the one who taught him all he knew, Miles also knew the station better then the back of his hand.

Nog, in comparison, was nothing. He wasn't even Chief of Engineering; he was a full lieutenant under a junior who barely knew her way around. It was enough to drive him nuts sometimes. TAMMY of all people knew the place better then Tal did; and she was an ensign. Tal took half an hour to make her way to the central core: Tammy took two minutes. Tal was a good engineer on a star ship, but on the station she just didn't fit into the puzzle. Nog knew he belonged there, so did Tammy, but Tal didn't…Tal didn't…

Nog jerked himself deeper into his train of thoughts, the rushing river of thoughts that had very little connecting it to Nog. He could have drowned if he let himself go all the way into his mind's flow, but he didn't. He needed to bring back that one thought…..

Tammy analyzed Kira's past actions and tried to connect them to what was happening now. Kira wasn't the type to openly accept ambassadors, nor was she one to involve herself in politics. Even though she had changed a bit in the years since the original crew split up into different parts of the sector after the war, she was still the basic Kira.

Kira had become the Bajoran liaison officer to the station when the commander Benjamin Sisko asked for her. She worked under him for seven years before he left for the prophets…. Tammy racked her brain more the basic information about the Colonel before the end of the war. Kira also gained and lost several friends…. There was Jadzia Dax, deceased; Esrey was the next host of Dax, a talented counselor.

A smile spread over Tammy's face. Esrey was getting married to Julien Bashir, the stations doctor; he was even on trill preparing for the ceremony. Julien's another one of Kira's old friends. Then there was Quark; though nobody would believe he was a friend due to how much she threatened him. Worf was said to be a good friend of hers, he was the stations tactical before becoming the ambassador to the Klingons. She had heard that a few reports stated that ever since Worf became ambassador, the relationship with the Klingons had improved tenfold. She could have heard wrong that the Klingons were more friend then ally now.

Tammy never met Jake Sisko; but he was loved by everyone on the station. He apparently lived on the station ever since he was nine. Leaving the station must have been hard on him; then again, he'd been though tougher things before. Jake Sisko was also an old friend of Nog's. Nog would get a ghostly smile just thinking about him, they were child hood friends from what he'd told her.

Then there was the chief of security. He was the closest to her apparently. She couldn't remember his name at the moment, but it was on the tip of her mind's edge. Focusing entirely on that bit of information, she remembered his name. Odo was it, what a quaint name to have. In Cardassian it was part of the word Odoetal, meaning unknown sample; leave it alone and it literally meant nothing.

Thinking more about the station's past, she remember that Odo had a very intimate relationship with Kira toward the end of the six year on the station. In fact, they were lovers…. Hmmm.

Tammy took a sharp intake of breath as she remembered her history lesson about the station. Odo was a changeling that stopped the war by making a deal to heal the other changelings of a disease that was crafted by Section 31. He left for the changelings and never came back; he was a changeling after all and needed to be with his own people.

Odo then disappeared in the Alpha quadrants eyes. The Bajorans and others species that he saved knew he wouldn't be a part of the dominion, but they thought they'd hear from him every once in a while at least. It was a shock to everyone when a year went by with not so much as a word.

Looking over at her host, she wondered if he had a name. It would be cool if he did, but from what she heard there weren't many changelings that had names. In fact, only the changelings sent out by the other changelings had names. That was mainly because they grew up with people that were known as solids. The solids couldn't shape shift and they mostly took name for identification. Changelings within the great link had no desire to leave the other changelings let alone label themselves as an individual.

Walking over and peering over his shoulder, she watched the intricate and almost unnecessary things he was doing for the ship. They actually were necessary for long term usage, but they were generally taken care of when a ship pulled into dock.

"May I ask why you are looking over my shoulder?" He asked without looking at her in particular.

Sheepishly, she stepped back, "Sorry, I was wondering what you name was and I wandered over here and just got fascinated by what you were doing,"

Turning, he looked at her for a second before closing his eyes.

"I also know that you are a changeling so you probably don't have a name and that is why I just kinda didn't ask," Tammy started to look away when he opened his eyes and a sigh escaped his lips.

He turned back to the screen, "Just because I am a changeling does not mean I am evil or a part of the Dominion if you're wondering,"

Tammy blinked and shook her head vigorously, her braid slapping her in the face. Putting her hands in front of her she shook them and with force replied. "That is NOT what I meant. I meant that since you were a changeling you might not find it necessary to take a name. Changelings aren't necessarily evil and they don't have to be a part of the dominion! I'm sorry; please don't take what I'm saying in the wrong way. I just know that a changeling can have a good heart because I know of two that do. Well I know one and have heard of another…."

By now, Odo had turned and watched her with curiosity, (Or what she thought was curiosity) "Who would these changelings be per say?"

She blinked and stopped moving for a second. "Well, the one I know personally is named Elam. I was named after her when she saved my mother. The one I don't know so well is called Odo. Apparently he saved the entire Alpha quadrant in one swell move by agreeing with another changeling to stop the war if he saved the species from extinction, but I'm sure you know of him because he delivered the vaccine,"

Odo laughed, literally laughed while his Jem'Hadar first gave him a strange look, "That's what they have about me in history books? Over here it's only a paragraph long…. Eh, remind me to read on of your guys' when we get over to the Alpha quadrant in …." He paused and looked at the consul for a second, "two minutes,"

Tammy gaped, "You're Odo?"

His smile was gone but there was something in his eyes to suggest his amusement, "Yes,"

Tammy shut her mouth and appraised him before smiling and shrugging sheepishly. He turned back to the consul while Elam turned around to see Jocelyn's wink at her and grin. She had no knowledge as of to why her friend and authority did, but she went along with it anyway. Tammy stopped for a second and watched the ship approach the wormhole and disappear inside it. She couldn't wait to see the station again; she bet that Jocelyn couldn't either.

Jocelyn noticed Tammy talking to Odo and the shocked expression that dominated her face before an apologetic one took its place. When Odo laughed, that was something unexpected. He must have changed a lot to allow himself a sense of humor that actually let him laugh. Maybe it was a one-time only thing. That would make sense.

~Author! YaY everybody's cheesy and everything else! Anyway, please review! I love reviews! Will you review if I threaten not to post until I get more reviews? That doesn't work right? *sigh* I hope you like my story at least... *sigh*