OH MY TWVHJNAKLIWYTFEDUIWYL! INSTRUMENTAL CORE'S NEW ALBUM IS OUT! I AM SO FREAKING INSPIRED THAT I WROTE A NERDY FANFICTION! I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY IT!

"She says she's fine, but I'm not buying it!" the distressed doctor paced hypnotically in front of her-Commander Sisko's, she reminded herself- desk.

"Exactly what did she say her vision was about?" Major Kira pressed.

"I mean, we were talking about her powers, and then she just collapsed for no reason!" he turned to face her, looking worried. "Do you think the kissing was too much? Maybe I overwhelmed her?"

"I don't think that's it, Julian." Kira told him impatiently. "What did she see?"

"I don't know." he snorted, continuing to pace. "She's keeping it to herself. Keeps saying that not all visions are meant to be shared."

"How long will she need to rest for?" she asked.

"She says that all she needs is some sleep, but I think that a few days of medical leave wouldn't hurt." he said, his pace quickening.

"I don't think that Oswin would appreciate being kept from her duties longer than need be. This has happened to her before; she knows what she needs to do next better than you do." she pointed out. She really wished he would quit worrying so much, and she really wished he would stop pacing; it was starting to annoy her.

"Yeah, but what if she's wrong? What if she has another vision, and no one's around to get help? What if-"

"Look, I get it that you like her, and that you're worried about her; but for pete's sake, Julian, get it together! The last thing a woman wants is for her boyfriend to start being overprotective." she snapped exasperatedly. She was so done with his nervous babbling!

He stopped pacing, blinking at her stupidly. Alright, maybe I was a little too harsh with that one. All of this worrying, stressing, and renovations to the station, combined with her temporary new duties, was really starting to affect her temper these days.

"Alright then." Julian said. "But can I at least keep her in the infirmary overnight? Just to be safe?" Major Kira heaved an internal sigh. Why me?

"Fine." she stated tartly. "But she's out the moment she's needed."

"Yes. Thank you Major." he said, brightening. He left with a nod, and Kira slumped over the desk with her head in her arms as soon as the doors closed.

I need a vacation. She thought. I hope Commander Sisko is back soon. I really need a vacation...

Suddenly, she heard the doors open, and didn't lift her head.

"Major Kira!" she groaned internally; it was Julian again.

"What?" she asked miserably. She was surprised to see the over-excited look on his face; it was a look no one had seen on him in a while. "You kiss Oswin again?"

"No! Commander Sisko is back!" YES! She roared in her mind. She leaped out of her seat, jumping away from the desk as if it were a violent, rabid targ.

"Where is he!" she demanded excitedly.

"Just entering the area near bajoran space. he transmitted just now!" he told her. She practically skipped out of the office. I could be walking on the sky right now! she thought happily. This was exactly how she felt.

No more awful, horrific piles of neck-breaking paperwork. No more having to give permission to everyone to do everything. No more having to oversee every tiny little micro-operation...

She could sing right now.

And then the alarm went off, and ruined the perfect moment. She ceased her happy little gait, screaming in her mind about how unfair it all was, and dashed over to the main console, where Dax was checking the sensors frantically.

"What's going on?" she demanded.

"We have an unidentified ship entering bajoran space, approximately warp speed 3. It's like nothing I've ever seen." Dax reported.

"Which way is it heading?" she asked. Please don't say bajor! What with the threat of the Dominion hanging over them all, the very last thing they needed was another new enemy.

"Strait for us, sir." the trill said. Drat.

"Battle stations, everyone!" she shouted, pressing the button that sent her voice echoing throughout the station through the intercoms.

"Major, the ship has cloaked!" Dax yelled intensely.

"Romulans!?" CAN THIS GET ANY WORSE!?

"They're dropping out of warp." O'Brian announced from another console.

"They're de-cloaking." Dax said. "They're hailing us."

"Major! It's a Starfleet signature!" The Chief called down, sounding shocked.

"On screen." Kira barked. Her jaw dropped as Commander Sisko grinned smugly down at them all from the screen.

"Benjamin!" Dax gasped exasperatedly. Of course. Leave it to Sisko to send the whole station into a state of panic for his own amusement.

"Glad to see you all still know the protocols!" He said cheerily." How do you like my new set of wheels?"

Dax turned back to the console, pressing various buttons. Commander Sisko's face was replaced(Haha, that rhymes) by an image of a ship slowly coasting towards the station. It was about the size of a quiditch pitch, and shaped almost the same as well. Unlike most Starfleet ships she had seen, it didn't look like a pancake on a fork; it just looked like a regular pancake.

Or a small beetle.

"Wicked." Julian and O'Brian chorused.

"Say 'hello', to the Defiant." Sisko's voice piped from the comm. Everyone in the room gradually began clapping.

Major Kira joined in as the sound rose to a roar, cheers and whistling punctuating the din of the clapping. Bajor, we have a warship! The applause died down as Commander Sisko spoke again.

"Alright, people. We may have a ship in our pockets, but she needs some work done, and we've got a prison to break into." his voice came, conviction ringing through it."Major Kira, you are relieved from temporary leadership,"

OH MY GOSH, THANK YOU! She took a deep breath as Sisko continued, squaring her shoulders and giving herself a small shake, as if to rid herself further of the burden.

"...and Dax, I want you to inform the Captains of the Odyssey, the Destiny, and the Enterprise that we are green lit for the rescue mission; Operation Phoenix will be a go in T-78 hours, debriefing as soon as the Enterprise gets back from patrol. I will be heading the mission." He continued; even without seeing his face, Major Kira could almost literally feel her C.O. radiating with authority. "Tell each of them to brig their First Officers. All Deep Space Nine Senior Staff will be expected at the conference; make sure they all know it."

"Yes, sir!" Dax recited faithfully, taking note of the commands on her nearby data pad.

"Is there anything else we should do, sir?" Kira asked. The simple fact that she was being given orders, and not giving them herself, was invigorating. She wanted to be given more things to do, more tasks to carry out or ensure to be carried out.

She could remember a time, three years ago, when she had despised takeing orders from a human; or anyone, for that matter.

"Yes." he replied after a pause. "Prepare for battle. Anyone who isn't working on the Defiant's systems, I want reinforcing the station's defenses. I want the starships that aren't accompanying us to be split between helping defend the station, and helping defend Bajor. If the Dominion attacks while we're gone, they won't find us unprepared."

"Yes, sir!" just about everyone in Opps chorused, standing at attention.

"Then lets get going!" The Commander's voice declared from the comms before the view screen image of the Defiant blinked out.

Officers swarmed throughout Opps once more, Chief O'Brian barking orders to his engineers, Julian gathering up any medical staff in the room near the turbo lift, Dax and many other officers busy at various consoles, sometimes crossing the room and/or switching places with another officer at a different console.

"Defiant, you are cleared to dock at pylon 3." Dax said.

"I'll go tell Odo what's going on." Kira told the trill, who nodded as she worked, tapping on the main console and her data pad at the same time.

She saw the turbo lift getting ready to leave, and dashed up to it before it could close, joining Julian and his small following of underlings. He gave her a toothy grin, and she suppressed a sigh as the lift started going down.

I swear, if starts up about Oswin again...

Even so, she felt as if even the doctor's insistent justification of his overprotectiveness of Oswin couldn't ruin her good mood. She had orders, and didn't have to worry about so many little details on the station anymore. Commander Sisko was finally back.

And she had a pretty good feeling that she wasn't the only one who was overjoyed at this development. Julian Bashir looked like how she had felt just earlier;

Like he could walk on the sky.

Shorter than the last chapter, I know. Nearly exactly half as long, in fact. But hey, we get to see the not-so-boring debriefing next time. It might take a while, cuz this guest reviewer gave the most brilliant idea last time...

~Question of the Day~

I told myself that I would never have a QotD at the bottom of my fanfiction chapters...

I lied to me.

I pretty much have this WHOLE freaking fic mapped out in my head, so I know how epic my characters will be by the end of it. If Lizza had a theme song, what do you think it would be at this point of the story? How about Julian, what would his song sound like? For Lizza, I like the sound of Instrumental Core's Universe. It fits both her, and the whole "space Auror" business very well, if I do say so myself. It is a song for an epic butt-kicker. Aurors are butt-kickers.

By the way, offers for the fic prompt Amiss in the Woods are still open, if you want a shot at an idea.

J-*Yay! We're going to find my sister!*

Don't get ahead of yourself, Romeo.

J-*Whut?*

*Sighs* the nickname Dax gave you in chapter four.

J-*What do you mean, nickname? And why shouldn't I get ahead of myself? What shouldn't I get ahead of myself on?*

*Sighs again* you know what, I bored with you questions; go snog Oswin again or something.

Now, if you excuse me, I have to go listen to I.C.'s new dubchestral album. *Puts on headphones.*

*Eyes dialate, falls over off chair, drools uncontrollable*

Tho epicssss...

Read and Review!PLEASE! Like, fifty people are keeping track of this fic, but don't review(You know who you are) Even if it's a random nothing of "great fic", I live off of feedback like a vampire off blood. ^^