A/N: Thank you for taking the time to read my story! This book is 4+ years in the making and holds a very special place in my heart. I want to note that I stay within the same time line DS9 follows with a grace period of about 5ish years. Also, at the beginning of each chapter I will have a title and artist of a song that I know relates and goes well with the content. Thanks again, and enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to anything Star Trek or Deep Space Nine related. The only part of this story I own is my Original Character, Sarabi Kenshiu.

One

"Find You", Ruelle

Commanding Officer Benjamin Sisko paced calmly back and forth in the Ops Center, trying to match his patience with his demeanor. Needing an update he stopped, bringing his hand around to activate the communicator on his chest. "Sisko to Kira." He spoke with authority.

A female voice came through, matching his tone, "Kira here sir, go ahead."

He moved to a nearby control panel, his fingers dancing across it, "Odo should be back from his prisoner transfer in the Alpha Quadrant any moment now, will you meet me up in Ops to discuss it?"

"Yes sir." She respectfully obliged.

"It has been difficult to maintain a connection with him so we need to make sure we have confirmation when he comes through the wormhole." Sisko explained.

The side door to the bridge opened, presenting a female Bajoran Officer with short auburn hair. "No communication?" Kira asked as she made her way over, "Has it been ever since he passed into the Alpha Quadrant?"

He nodded, "Yes, and it has me worried because of the Klingon Rebels we've been having a problem with lately. I have nearly let the estimated time of his journey pass without acting, hoping it is just an issue on our end."

"Should we send someone out?" Kira suggested.

The Commander paused, his face unreadable, "We will see if there is no change soon, this isn't Odo's first transfer. Also we have him in an unmarked ship, The Rebels would have been on him immediately with a federation label slapped on the side."

"Agreed." Nodding her head Kira moved fast on her PADD, "I will head down to the docking airlock to wait for his arrival, and will keep trying to reach out to him in the meantime."

"Thank you, Major." Sisko nodded.

"Let me know if you hear anything before I do!" Kira left, her fingers still moving like lightening.

Letting out a heavy sigh Sisko brought his attention back to the large glass wall that looked over the wormhole. The darkness that faced him was a merciless sea, having its own tides and currents that could pull his crew into harm at any time. He would be lying if he said sometimes it made him uneasy. "Damn," he clenched through his teeth, "what is blocking the transmission?"

oOoOoOo

Odo focused on his course back to the wormhole, even though the lack of communication with Ops hasn't made it smooth sailing for him.

"Everything is stable, sir." His comrade said, "We are almost home."

"We are not out of the clear yet." Odo grunted, "It's been awfully quiet since we dropped off that murderer on Andoria."

As if right on cue a loud beeping filled the roundabout, signaling a ship was in their range.

The Federation Officer's reaction was quick and natural, "Earth model, shields at 40%, badly damaged; showing trauma to its warp shield and life support. Also showing one humanoid life on board."

"Then where is the attacker?" Odo wondered aloud, running a full scan.

"I'm guessing not too far behind." Another loud beeping. "They're hailing us."

Odo stood a little straighter, "On screen."

The glass in front of them turned into a visual communicator, except they were met with rough static mixed with blurred colors.

"Please." A woman's pleading voice came over the intercom, "This is Sarabi Kenshiu. I was on a Bajoran missions trip when I was attacked by a Klingon Warship." An image flashed through the static; showing a young, fair skinned human with jet black hair. "My ship is badly damaged, I will not make it through the wormhole and I'm afraid the Warship will be here at any moment."

Odo forced himself to keep his focus on the woman before him, even though something very unfamiliar passed through him. Did he feel some of her fear? "This is Odo, Chief of Security for the station Deep Space Nine right outside the wormhole. I can provide transportation for you there."

"Yes! Please!" Sarabi cried, her tone filled with hope, "I am not worried about my ship except its cargo. I have a large amount of requested medication for Baj-"

"She's gone. We've got company." The officer motioned to the second red mark on their scanner.

Checking his phaser on his side Odo also mentally equipped himself, "Ready for transport."

It was as short as a blink of an eye; no sooner then when he stepped on the Transporter pad he was gone, but not before he saw the large Klingon Rebel Warship approach Sarabi's.

Odo immediately felt the thickness of the air, not through unnecessary breathing but just from walking through the damage. The life support was dangerously low for her health. Pushing through the smoke he noticed overturned wooden boxes that were once filled with medicine, glass bottles and syringes laying in pieces as the liquids pooled together.

"Sarabi?!" His voice boomed across her ship as he kept moving.

Finally coming to the command pod he found her half conscious, slumped on her control panel. Even though her hair was sprawled over her face Odo still saw the blue tinge on her lips.

"Prepare two for transport." He said sternly after pressing his communicator.

"Locking in." The pin echoed.

A groan came from Sarabi as she rolled her head around, trying to keep the room from spinning any faster. "Shields up..." Her eyes fluttered rapidly but then kept them closed, it felt as if someone was smashing her skull up against the wall. She wondered if the Klingon's gotten ahold or her? Someone had her, but everything was hazy.

The ship rattled violently from the photon torpedoes the Klingon's delivered, sending the two into almost complete darkness with the exception of the array of sparks showering out of the walls. Odo held onto the chair until the floor came to a stand still, then he leaned down and lifted Sarabi's petite frame. Their physical contact sent shockwaves through his shell of a body, immensely catching Odo off guard. Even in this moment of urgency an abnormal smell of what he guessed where spices and fruits came over him. He almost dropped her, his one knee giving out under the shock. Pulling himself together he stood straighter, keeping his grip on Sarabi tight. Looking down at her face he frowned, he knew he had to get her out of here. The sensation was overwhelming.

A sudden noise interrupted his rare moment, indicating they were no longer alone.

Odo was quick to his communicator to repeat his demand, "Prepare two for transport!" He didn't want to speak too loudly and give their location away.

"Still trying to lock on, the Klingon's Warship keeps intercepting." His partner updated him.

Rattles outside her door indicated it was too late. "chaH tu'!"

Odo gently laid Sarabi down as she cradled her head in between her hands, the pressure from the lack of life support effecting her in ways she's never experienced. He motioned with his finger over his mouth, "Do not move." Every word was pronounced.

Staying crouched he brought out his phaser and opened the door in the darkness as quietly as possible but it brought them right into the line of three Klingons. His only advantage was his angle, staying silent as they charged towards the open door with their weapons drawn. The glimmer of the Tik'leth gave away where Odo could fatally shoot, proving successful as the first Klingon body flew into the wall behind them. The time it took gave the other Klingon's the advantage, bringing themselves into melee reach. Odo sprang up, knowing he had to push them out of the command pod for any chance of escaping alive.

Sarabi was to his back, finally pulling her hands away from her head. The world was whirling within the dark, colors being pulled from objects like a smeared painting. "Do not move" Odo's words echoed within the chaos of her mind. "Shut the door." She barely whispered. Bringing her hand up and onto her control panel she pulled weakly, bringing herself chest height to the screen. Shaking fingers reached out and began the process, the beeping filling the air.

Odo had put himself into the dominating position he took hold of the arm of a Rebel, twisting his Blood Knife out of his hand and slamming it into a pressure point in his enemy's neck. Whipping around to finish the third one off it was one moment too late as Odo watched the Klingon's Mek'leth slice across Sarabi's chest before taking his last breath from the Constable's phaser.

Her body shocked her into a seizure like state as she gripped her chest and cried out. Blood poured down her tattered clothing and arms, causing her to be more pale than she already was. A steady flow was falling from her elbows as she collapsed onto her knees.

"Ready transport NOW!" Odo yelled into his communicator.

Lifting Sarabi again he tried to sooth her, "Try to stay calm, take steady breaths. You will be ok, I promise you."

Sarabi nodded as she shook compulsively. Tears poured down her face, leaving clean streaks through the debris on her skin. She was afraid to open her mouth with a response, knowing all she would do is scream from the pain; but Odo's words somehow helped calm her enough to make the transportation to the roundabout smooth.

The Starfleet Officer looked shocked to see his superior covered in blood with the woman in his arms. "Are you alright Constable?" He was very alarmed, "Is that your blood?"

Odo glared at him and almost growled, imbecile human. "Set us at warp speed to take us to the other side. NOW." Eyes wide, he would have choked the man if he had free hands. "It wont take the Klingon's long to figure out what happened."

Nodding, the officer didn't need to be told twice as he set their coordinates through the wormhole.

In the side room of the roundabout Odo laid Sarabi down on a cot, applying pressure to her chest wound. With his other hand he brought out his scanner, reading her damage and hopefully her current lung strength. Waiting for the screen to display her results Odo took note of the crimson trail they left behind, his boot prints prominent.

"Odo." It came out in a soft whisper.

Turning from the floor he locked eyes with her, noticing their sharp hazel color.

She shakily placed a bloody hand over his on her chest, "Thank you."

He could only nod, not wanting to portray any forwarding emotion. Odo knew they were both in a sensitive moment, let alone the fact that even through all of the blood he could still smell something sweet. He could smell. Something wasn't right. Was it her? "We'll be at the station soon and you will be sent straight to the infirmary, our doctor will take care of you. Meanwhile, I have given you something for the pain, but you have to try to not fall asleep."

"I was going to ask for asylum, until you took care of that for me."

Odo paused, his hand still on her wound. "Do you know why the Klingon's attacked you?"

Sarabi swallowed hard before answering, her throat feeling like sand paper. "Not exactly. If I had to guess it was either an unlucky Rebel encounter or they were sent to destroy my cargo."

"Sent by whom?" Curiosity peaked inside him to know how much she possibly knew about her attack.

"Maybe Cardassians..." More tears filled her hallow eyes, "All that medicine for Bajor... gone..."

Sarabi suddenly winced, locking her eyes tight and gripped Odo's hand tighter. She moaned involuntarily, even with the medicine the pain consistently shot through her body.

Odo stood but didn't move his hand, "I wont ask anymore questions now, just rest but try to stay awake."

"May I ask you a question?" She was studying his facial features. With her being in normal oxygen levels her vision had cleared immensely, and it was nice to see Odo up close and in light.

Only hesitating for a moment he nodded again, sitting back down.

"Your species." Sarabi paused, licking her dehydrated lips, "Are you a shapeshifter?"

That caught him slightly off guard, "Yes, I am. I am not used to people acknowledging that, especially strangers."

She smiled softly at him, "I find you to be beautiful, so it was the only logical answer."

"Beautiful." He chuckled, "That's the first time I've heard that from anyone, especially strangers."

"That's because you hadn't met me yet." Sarabi retorted, gently squeezing his hand again, "And I am hoping that after what we just went through I am no longer a stranger."

Odo analyzed her gaze on him, feeling it to be almost angelic. Not the side show stares he was used to receiving. Clearing his throat he opened his mouth to respond but was interrupted but the sound of sanctuary.

"Sisko to Odo, do you read?"

"Why am I so tired?" Sarabi whispered, her grip loosening on his hand.

"Sarabi!" He said sharply.

"Sisko to Odo, do you read?"

Odo made a noise out of frustration and hit his pin, "Odo to Sisko. Commander, we have a problem. There is a young human who has asked for asylum from the Klingon Rebels that attacked her ship. She is badly injured and needs medical attention immediately."

"Affirmative Constable." Commander Sisko said, "We are heading to meet you at your airlock. Dr. Bashir is already with us. Are you injured at all?"

Odo didn't even process what his superior had just told him, he was focused on something completely different.

"She's lost a lot of blood." He continued reporting, "And is losing consciousness. Commander..."

"Yes?"

Clearing his throat again he explained, "She was on a missions trip to Bajor with a cargo haul full of medication. Major Kira might know of her."

"Thank you Odo, Sisko out."

"You're going to live." Odo said softly to Sarabi's unconscious body, "I always keep my promises."