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Epilogue

Three weeks later

They all stood there waiting in the dark. Sisko, Jake, Nog, Worf, Ezri, the O'Brien's, Bashir even Quark. Well Quark was probably there to sell drinks and food, but still. Kira mused.

"Where is he the little…" Quark began, he had always been impatient especially when not getting paid.

"Be quiet." Sisko replied irritated. "Remember how well he hears."

"I can hear something." Julian said as the door opened.

Kira instantly pulled the light switch they had managed to get working in the holosuite.

"Ow, my eyes." The little Vorta complained hands over his face.

"Come on now Weyoun it's not that bad." Chief O'Brien replied.

The Vorta carefully opened his eyes and looked around to see the entire stab except for Odo who had joined the great link over three weeks ago. They were all dressed up and on the large table in the magnificent room stood plates full of food. Balloons hang from the ceiling and everyone smiled at him.

Being the top diplomat that he was he didn't let his surprise show very much, but Kira saw that under his composed mask, he was genuinely happy. During the war she had come to hate his smug smile, but now all she could do when looking at Weyoun smiling was being pleased with herself for managing to get him so surprised with the party.

Weyoun looked around the group as if not really getting it even though he was smiling. Only one word came to mind. "Why?"

"Figured you had had no birthday party." Kira said smiling.

"Who said I was born on this day?" He said raising an eyebrow looking at Julian Bashir, who guiltily looked in another direction.

"Is it true that you are 80 years old; I mean human years?" Nog asked curiously.

Weyoun looked at him with an emotionless expression on his face. "My my, I am getting quite old." He said, not really admitting his age.

"Well I have to say you look quite preserved for your age." Ezri said smiling.

"I am actually half that age, we don't grow old the same way you do." The Vorta replied, this time with a faint smile on his lips.

"You think that is old? Look at me. If I had had any hair it would have been grey ages ago." Quark said filling up his glass.

"Actually…" Julian began.

Quark glared at him. "Don't you dare tell them doctor Bashir."

Julian smirked. "Patient confidentially?"

"You bet it is."

"So, why doesn't everyone take place at the table?" Sisko said. "Weyoun, at the end of the table."

"Do I have too?" He said unhappily.

"Why not? You are sitting there all the time, meddling in affairs." Sisko replied, steering the little Vorta in the right direction.

"That's exactly why." Weyoun replied sarcastically.

Sisko and Bashir sat down next to him, and the rest filled in the other chairs. "I will sit here so that I can keep an eye on you." Julian said.

The intense blue eyes narrowed looking directly at the doctor, making him feel a little uncomfortable. "Why, are you going to hurt me?" He asked curiously.

"Nope that would be more like a Klingon celebration." Worf said from the other part of the table.

Sisko put a hand on his shoulder. "You know sometimes we forget how little you actually know about human customs Weyoun." He chuckled and the Vorta suddenly had a fleetingly hurt expression on his face.

"Don't pout Weyoun, it doesn't suit you." Ezri said sitting opposite to Worf.

"I am not…" he began.

"You can deny it all you want, now how does it feel to sit here after everything you have been through?" Kira said knowing the extensive repair work Julian had done to Weyoun's torso and the ten broken ribs and heavily bruised lung.

Julian leaned closer to Weyoun. "That's why I am sitting this close to you."

"I see." He said smiling faintly.

"I am quite fine thank you. And…" He looked around the table and his eyes finally landing on Sisko. "…I want to thank you all for believing me; I know it can't have been easy."

"Actually no, not since you have the distinct ability to convince almost anyone whatever you want." Sisko admitted. "However there was something different, that I couldn't put my finger on, about you that bothered me."

The Vorta looked at the captain expectantly.

"You seemed sincere, and you didn't call Odo a God." The captain finished.

"You are more vulnerable." Worf replied taking a bite in the meat lying on his plate.

Weyoun made a face, wondering what Worf was getting at.

"The Founders managed to bring out all the bad in your cloned versions." Ezri said carefully, making eye contact with Worf.

"I don't understand how they could do such a thing?" Keiko O'Brien said, shivering at the thought.

Sisko looked at Weyoun, and if it was possible he looked paler than before. "I think that's enough about that, let's talk about something good instead."

Kira nodded. "That's right." She turned to the Vorta. "Weyoun, we just got the news, most of the Vorta on your home planet managed to survive although under harsh conditions. Starfleet is sending two more ships to help them." She saw the genuine happiness on his face.

"There is more, they wish to leave the Gamma Quadrant and settle near the Alpha Quadrant. Starfleet has found them a planet not very far from here and they want you to stay on the station as a liaison between our people. "

The Vorta carefully blinked away the small tears forming in his eyes.

Julian Bashir happily slapped him on the shoulder. "Hey, you see?" He shook him gently. "It's true Ambassador Weyoun. I told you everything would be fine."

"So let's raise our glasses in a toast." Sisko said.

"So, they are coming here to visit occasionally?" Quark said. "They can drink a lot can't they?"

Weyoun laughed softly. "Probably more than you can serve Quark."

"Weyoun, welcome home." Kira said.

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The end

Okay so the ending is perhaps a bit too convenient but I like happy endings ; )

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