Disclaimer: See Chapter 1.

I was on Bajor, in my grandmother's house...and we were celebrating something. All the people I knew-my father, my grandmother, my friends on the station-were there in that house for this party. I was trying to find my grandmother; I had to tell her something really important. But everyone kept asking me questions and telling me to do things. I finally reached her bedroom, but...Weyoun stood in my way.

"I need you to guard the house, Aelis. Dominion troops might come to Bajor."

I tried to get by him, but he caught my arm. I looked at him, but he had transformed into Dukat, and we were back in that corridor...

My eyes opened and I looked around in confusion. I felt a hand stroke my hair, and for a second, I thought I was back on Bajor.

"Grandma?" I murmured into the darkness.

I heard a chuckle to my left and looked in that direction. Weyoun was sitting on the edge of my bed.

"Good evening, Aelis."

I smiled at him and sat up. "Why are you here?"

"We have a lesson, remember?"

I nodded as the day's events came back to me. After I had taken a shower, I felt exhausted and decided to take a nap.

"What time is it?"

"2000."

I groaned as I threw back the covers. "I slept that long?"

I made to get up, but Weyoun's hand held my shoulder.

"Don't get up just yet..." he whispered.

…

"So is there any food you can actually taste?"

"Kava nuts and rippleberries. Everything else...tastes like nothing. The textures are interesting, though."

I smiled against his bare chest. "I'd like to try those some day."

His soft laugh rippled through me. "I'll be sure to get you some...you're sure this is traditional after mating?"

It was my turn to laugh. "Yes, Weyoun. People talk about things. I don't know why...but it's the way things are."

"Try to explain, then."

I sighed and stared at his chest. Like the rest of his skin, it was a creamy white and devoid of hair, smooth as silk. I could feel his breathing underneath my cheek.

"I just gave myself to you. I want to know who I gave myself to."

My fingers lightly trailed down his chest, and to my surprise, he convulsed slightly and gasped in shock.

"Weyoun?"

"It's nothing. I suppose Vorta have...sensitive skin."

"Really?" I said, pulling myself up to stare down at him. "You should have told me that earlier..."

Another laugh shook his chest. "I didn't realize it until now. This is so...fascinating. I'm glad you let me learn about this, Aelis..."

I traced his ear with my finger. "You know...so am I."

…

It had been about a month since the Dominion was driven from the station. The Federation had returned and life was back to normal. Except now, threats from Cardassia were certain and no one was truly relaxed. But life was much more relaxing than it was a month ago. The Dominion reinforcements had been destroyed by the Prophets.

"The war is going well, Aelis. Soon the Federation will be within our grasp. And maybe, one day, Bajor can take it's rightful place as a member of the Dominion."

My heart sank. "The minefield?"

"Will be detonated tomorrow," Weyoun finished for me. "2800 Jem'Hadar warships are waiting on the other side of the wormhole. Tomorrow...the Dominion will win its greatest victory."

He paused. "Are you all right, Aelis? You look a bit pale."

I shook my head. "I'm fine. Just tired."

He kissed my forehead and nuzzled my hair. "My dear Aelis...I promise the Dominion will be merciful to Federation citizens. They will become valued allies under our care. And you..."

He turned my head up toward him.

"You will be mine, until your last breath. Oh, Aelis...the things you've made me feel..."

He claimed my lips and pulled my shirt down to expose my shoulder. His deft fingers slipped under my shirt and danced over my skin. His lips found my neck and I moaned in pleasure...

"You'll be taking the second shift next week, Officer Gen."

"Why, sir?"

Odo folded his arms. "You've been looking tired the last couple of weeks. On that note, Dr. Bashir told me to inform you that the results of your annual physical are in. He'd like to discuss them with you. Please report to the infirmary."

I nodded stiffly and exited his office quickly. What could Bashir want? Was I sick?

"Officer, have a seat. Nurse, would you excuse us for a moment, please?"

The Bajoran nurse on duty nodded and left us alone. Dr. Bashir looked over a PADD, then set it down and looked me in the eye.

"You're in perfect health, Aelis; there's no need to worry. However...some things were...out of the ordinary."

He started pacing and rattled off a list of imbalances in my system. With each item, I grew more and more nervous.

"Aelis, it's not my business to know about your personal life, and maybe I over-researched...but I'm getting ahead of myself."

He turned to me. "It is my duty to inform you that you are pregnant."

My mouth fell open. "What?"

"You heard me. Congratulations." He smiled a small smile and clapped my shoulder lightly.

"But there is one thing I don't understand. When I found out you were pregnant, I didn't recognize the DNA sequence that came from the male. It wasn't Bajoran, and it didn't match any known Federation signature...but I knew I had seen it before. I checked the transporter logs and found this."

He handed me the pad. As I looked down at the line, I felt a tear roll down my cheek.

DNA sample 12256 matches transporter code for Weyoun; species: Vorta.