2nd Chapter Authors note: I wrote this between a break at college. I hope you like it. ^_^

Life is full of unexpected surprises. Sure, I'll give it that. Or, how about this one, Embrace life with two hands and hold on tight. Right. Well, I doubt whoever made those up have ever come in contact with a lazor pistol or they would have kept they're philosophical ideas to themselves. That's the situation I'm in now. Me, Stacia E. Finner, a future reporter hoping for the big scoop, I just wish I wasn't in the middle of it.

I looked around my quarters. It looked bare and desolate. The dominion guys decided to take my stuff for some sort of purpose. I haven't the slightest idea why, since the technology is so ancient, being four hundred years old made some time in 2000, to be of no interest to them.

I let my head fall on my desk with a soft thud. This was getting to be boring. Just as I was about to close my eyes in total defeat, the door made a swish sound of it opening followed by four sets of foot steps. My whole body froze. Were they going to execute me?

"I hope I'm not disturbing you?" The Vorta's soft voice cut through the air. I slowly willed my neck muscles to turn and face speaker and swallowed nervously.

"Uh, no, not really." I squeaked.

He smiled and placed his palms together in front of him. "Good. I was wanting to talk to you about these." He turned and gestured to the reptilian comrade to his left who in turn took out-

"My labtop!" I covered my mouth in surprise at my reaction.

The Vorta looked at me with a bemused expression. "Yes, I believe you call it that, and," he took the other device from the Jem-Hadar, and said slowly as if unsure "tape recorder?" I nodded, not trusting my voice no longer.

"Ah, I thought these were those. I have a preposition for you." He stepped nimbly into my room without the invitation followed by one of his flunkies. He paused and stared at me expectantly. After a few dumbed moments of silence I figured out he wanted me to say something.

"Uh, okay. Shoot." Instantly I regretted that saying. Who made that up? 'shoot'. Sheesh. I quickly added, "not literally."

That got a laugh out of Weyoun. "Of course not. I believe you're a reporter?"

I shifted on my chair, "Um, well, I wouldn't go that far, I mean, I haven't even been published. I really suck, you know." I laughed weakly.

"Oh, is that so?" His face fell. Somehow I felt he was deceiving me. "That is too bad. You see, anyone who works with the dominion are considered allies and those who aren't-" He let it hang.

I rubbed my neck. "I, well, I could give it a shot." I cringed. Once again with the puns. I didn't bother clarifying my meaning regardless how badly I wanted to. I looked at the plasma rifle to the Jem-Hadar's side.

"Wonderful! I'll give you back your things so you can get set up."

"Great." I croaked with less enthusiasm.

The Vorta Weyoun put out his hand, "Oh, and you shall need to wear this."

The Jem-Hadar stepped forward and held out, stiffly, a piece of triangular metal.

I took it cautiously and turned it around in my hands. "It is a commutative device so you can call me whenever you need any info, and" Weyoun added, " so we can make sure you are still aboard."

The Jem-Hadar placed my black bags on the floor along with other things and they turned to leave.

"I believe we'll have a long productive relation. May fortune be with you."

I stared as they left and let my hand fall to the desk again. This time with more force as I whimpered. "I hate this."