"Doctor?" Calleigh called.
"In here. What can I do for you Calleigh?" He replied.
She shook her head. "I just need to talk to you for a minute." She replied,
glancing around the infirmary. Satisfied that they were alone she walked
into his office.
"Doctor, we need to talk."
He looked up from his desk at her, frowning slightly. "What's the problem,
Calleigh?" He asked.
"Speed, you can come." She called softly.
"Calleigh-" Julian warned, losing patience. Jabara had been right, and the
double shift was already taking it's toll on him.
The other man stepped into view. "We need to get you off the station."
"Tim Speedle." Julian shook his head in amazement, and stood to shake the
other man's hand. "Long time no see."
"You guys know each other?" Calleigh, again annoyed by the what Tim and
Horatio hadn't told her.
"Yeh, from a very long time ago. I didn't think you'd remember me."
Julian frowned. "Why do we need to go?"
"Luther is after you."
Julian sighed. "I've faced him before." He pointed out.
"Not this time Jules, just trust me on this one."
"Don't tell me he's your bodyguard too." Calleigh muttered.
Julian smiled. "Alright, let's go. Calleigh, are you coming with us?"
"If I don't?"
Julian and Tim exchanged a glance.
"That's what I thought. Of course I'm with you." She replied.
"Let's go. H has a shuttle for us."
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"Captain, the personal shuttle The Nightstalker is asking permission to depart." Deep Space Nine's Head Science officer, Jadzia Dax reported. "Onscreen." Ben ordered in his usual deep voice. Tim Speedle looked up. "Is there a problem, Captain Sisko?" He asked, smiling. "No, I just wanted to wish Julian luck." Speed caught his breath. "I have no idea who you are referring to," he lied. Dax also look surprised. "Ben?" She asked. "Never mind, Old Man. Tell him to come back soon to visit. Deep Space Nine out." Jadzia numbly ended the transmission. "Ben, can I talk to you alone?" Sisko, who had expected the question nodded, and followed her to his office. "Please tell me you know someone aside from the CMO on this station by the name of Julian." She asked, her hands loosely behind her back. He shook his head. "I see. So Julian is AWOL." "No, he asked me for shore leave yesterday afternoon. I granted it to him immediately." Dax looked up sharply. "Why didn't he tell me?" She asked, hurt. "It was a hard choice for him, Old Man." Ben said gently. "He didn't want to hurt you, but he also had other things to consider." Jadzia looked at him. "And will he be back?" She asked, trying to keep her voice the same calm tone she usually used. A slight wobble in it betrayed her true emotions. Ben picked up his baseball and examined it. "I don't know, Old Man." He said finally, placing the ball back down. "But whatever he chooses, you and I both know he'll do the right thing." Dax couldn't help but nod in reply. She turned to the door. "Dax-" Ben sighed. "I'm sorry. He didn't want this to happen, but it wasn't up to him." Jadzia tilted her head slightly in acknowledgement, then continued walking.
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"I'll see you later, H." "Where are you off to?" The other man asked quietly. He was studying starcharts, trying to work out where they were going to hide for the next few days. "My quarters. I have some things to think about." "Sure thing man. Take it easy." "Ah, yeah, sure." Julian hesitated, then put a gentle hand on Horatio's shoulder. "How have you been?" Horatio looked up at him. "I don't know." He admitted. "Some days are worse than others. I think this will end up being one of the worse ones."
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"Calleigh!" The young woman turned. "Hey Julian, how are you?" "Getting there. Can I, uh, borrow your quarters?" "Are you going to give them back?" She teased. It took him a few seconds to realize she was joking. "Uh, no, I was planing on keeping them." "Sure thing. What's up?" "I just wanted to stare at the stars for a while. It, uh helps me think clearer." "That's fine." She replied. "Just let me finish unpacking."
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"Hey, H, do you know where Julian is?" "I think he's in his quarters." Horatio answered, not looking up from the starcharts he was studying. "Thanks." Speed waited for a response, but shook his head and left when none came. He pressed the button to Julian's quarters, but there was no response. Frowning, he walked to the Observation Room. "Julian?" He called as he entered. There wasn't a response, but as he left he saw a reflection of someone sitting opposite the window. "Calleigh?" He asked, approaching slowly. She jumped when he put a hand on her shoulder, and wiped a tear from her cheek, flushing slightly. "Hey Speed." He settled next to her. "What's on your mind?" He asked softly. "It just seems so insane. One minute I'm just another Cadet, about to go on her first mission to Deep Space Nine, the next minute I'm running from the Federation. It's not exactly how they told me it would be." She sniffed, and in the reflection he saw another tear falling, followed by more. "Please don't cry. It will turn out okay." "How can you be so sure?" She asked, not caring that the conversation seemed so clichéd. He tentatively put his arm around her shoulder. "I just am."
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Julian sat, staring out the window. It was a small ship, with four rooms, the bridge, a small engine room, and an even smaller observation room, that Calleigh had renamed the Contemplation room. Before the men had even gotten settled she'd managed to make small signs that she stuck on each door, one for each room. He had asked Calleigh if he could sit in her room, as his didn't have a window to stare at the stars. He watched as the space station had grown smaller, and the wormhole opened in front of the vessel. The colours seemed brighter, and he closed his eyes. When he opened the again all around him was white. "Hello?" He called. "Who's there? Where am I?" We are the Prophets, or as you call us, the Wormhole Aliens. A voice sounded in his mind, sounding disturbingly like Jadzia's. Julian tried to look around, but all he saw was white light. He turned, and saw Jadzia in front of him. "This is impossible." He breathed. Is it? She asked him. Why did you leave? "I had to. It's complicated." Please, try to explain. We don't have long. Instead of replying Julian looked at her. "Kira?" I have always believed in the Prophets. Kira's strength and unfailing faith has helped me in the past, again she helps me to speak to you. He touched the side of her face gently. "I wish I had your faith sometimes, Jadzia." Is it that hard to believe? "For some people. Jadzia, I don't now how long I'll be gone. It will most likely be quite a while." I know. Extended shore leave. I asked Benjamin. The image looked down. You left without even telling me, or anyone else. Miles doesn't know what to do with himself. "You told him?" Well you did have a dart game arranged two minutes ago. The image smiled slightly. You're about to leave. She commented. "Jadzia, wait-" Her image faded, and he fell backward, her image burned into his mind.
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"Running again." Horatio whispered to himself, alone on the tiny, dimly lit bridge of his ship. "Why are we always running?" Suddenly a console beeped. Caine looked down, and slapped his com badge. "Everyone to the bridge, NOW!" He ordered. Within seconds the small bridge was crowded. Speed took the operation console, Calleigh the weapons and Horatio remained at the helm, leaving Julian waiting at the back in case anyone was injured. Though should I help them or take their position? He asked himself ruefully. "Who is it?" Calleigh demanded. Speed activated the front screen. It was a Federation shuttle. "This is Commander Luther Sloan from the Federation shuttle Rio Grande dispatched from space station Deep Space Nine. Occupants of the personal shuttle Nightstalker, you are ordered to stand down and prepare to be boarded." "No way!" Speed snapped, cutting the COM line. "Incoming photon! Brace for impact!" Calleigh called, grabbing onto her console. "Calleigh! Get away-" The rest of Speed's exclamation was lost in a shower of sparks.
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"Calleigh, talk to me, come on." Julian muttered, scanning her with a tricorder. A voice came over the COM. "Our scans show that one of you are seriously hurt. Are you willing to let them die for your glorious cause?" "Sloan, you wouldn't do that!" Julian yelled back, holding a hypospray to Calleigh's neck, and pushing the button gently. "Oh, be realistic, Julian. Do you really think that we're here to talk? Lower your shields, or it is probable they will die." Speed had taken over at the weapons station. "I'm lowering shields." "Speed, don't!" Horatio ordered. He looked up at him. "She's going to die, man!" He yelled. "Don't tell me you have feelings for her, Tim." Sloan's voice taunted. "H, turn that off!" Tim warned, emotions tearing through his mind. "You can't turn me off. Come on Speed. Make up your mind. Will you save her, or leave her to die?" Sloan asked, his soft, taunting voice stabbed Tim's heart. Calleigh's eyes fluttered open. They locked onto his, and time seemed to slow down. Emotion tore at him, the ship was shaking, and Sloan's cutting words ran circles around his head. For the first time in his life, would emotion get in the way of what would otherwise be a straight forward decision? Numbly he reached for his console. "Shields are down." He whispered. Calleigh's eyes closed, and he ran to her side.
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"You said you would save her!" Sloan shrugged. "We tried." "Bullshit! You let her die!" Tim yelled from behind the forcefield. "We didn't kill her, you did. By not letting down the shields when we told you the first time." Sloan countered, and walked out, leaving Tim's insults and threats behind him.
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"Captain, the personal shuttle The Nightstalker is asking permission to depart." Deep Space Nine's Head Science officer, Jadzia Dax reported. "Onscreen." Ben ordered in his usual deep voice. Tim Speedle looked up. "Is there a problem, Captain Sisko?" He asked, smiling. "No, I just wanted to wish Julian luck." Speed caught his breath. "I have no idea who you are referring to," he lied. Dax also look surprised. "Ben?" She asked. "Never mind, Old Man. Tell him to come back soon to visit. Deep Space Nine out." Jadzia numbly ended the transmission. "Ben, can I talk to you alone?" Sisko, who had expected the question nodded, and followed her to his office. "Please tell me you know someone aside from the CMO on this station by the name of Julian." She asked, her hands loosely behind her back. He shook his head. "I see. So Julian is AWOL." "No, he asked me for shore leave yesterday afternoon. I granted it to him immediately." Dax looked up sharply. "Why didn't he tell me?" She asked, hurt. "It was a hard choice for him, Old Man." Ben said gently. "He didn't want to hurt you, but he also had other things to consider." Jadzia looked at him. "And will he be back?" She asked, trying to keep her voice the same calm tone she usually used. A slight wobble in it betrayed her true emotions. Ben picked up his baseball and examined it. "I don't know, Old Man." He said finally, placing the ball back down. "But whatever he chooses, you and I both know he'll do the right thing." Dax couldn't help but nod in reply. She turned to the door. "Dax-" Ben sighed. "I'm sorry. He didn't want this to happen, but it wasn't up to him." Jadzia tilted her head slightly in acknowledgement, then continued walking.
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"I'll see you later, H." "Where are you off to?" The other man asked quietly. He was studying starcharts, trying to work out where they were going to hide for the next few days. "My quarters. I have some things to think about." "Sure thing man. Take it easy." "Ah, yeah, sure." Julian hesitated, then put a gentle hand on Horatio's shoulder. "How have you been?" Horatio looked up at him. "I don't know." He admitted. "Some days are worse than others. I think this will end up being one of the worse ones."
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"Calleigh!" The young woman turned. "Hey Julian, how are you?" "Getting there. Can I, uh, borrow your quarters?" "Are you going to give them back?" She teased. It took him a few seconds to realize she was joking. "Uh, no, I was planing on keeping them." "Sure thing. What's up?" "I just wanted to stare at the stars for a while. It, uh helps me think clearer." "That's fine." She replied. "Just let me finish unpacking."
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"Hey, H, do you know where Julian is?" "I think he's in his quarters." Horatio answered, not looking up from the starcharts he was studying. "Thanks." Speed waited for a response, but shook his head and left when none came. He pressed the button to Julian's quarters, but there was no response. Frowning, he walked to the Observation Room. "Julian?" He called as he entered. There wasn't a response, but as he left he saw a reflection of someone sitting opposite the window. "Calleigh?" He asked, approaching slowly. She jumped when he put a hand on her shoulder, and wiped a tear from her cheek, flushing slightly. "Hey Speed." He settled next to her. "What's on your mind?" He asked softly. "It just seems so insane. One minute I'm just another Cadet, about to go on her first mission to Deep Space Nine, the next minute I'm running from the Federation. It's not exactly how they told me it would be." She sniffed, and in the reflection he saw another tear falling, followed by more. "Please don't cry. It will turn out okay." "How can you be so sure?" She asked, not caring that the conversation seemed so clichéd. He tentatively put his arm around her shoulder. "I just am."
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Julian sat, staring out the window. It was a small ship, with four rooms, the bridge, a small engine room, and an even smaller observation room, that Calleigh had renamed the Contemplation room. Before the men had even gotten settled she'd managed to make small signs that she stuck on each door, one for each room. He had asked Calleigh if he could sit in her room, as his didn't have a window to stare at the stars. He watched as the space station had grown smaller, and the wormhole opened in front of the vessel. The colours seemed brighter, and he closed his eyes. When he opened the again all around him was white. "Hello?" He called. "Who's there? Where am I?" We are the Prophets, or as you call us, the Wormhole Aliens. A voice sounded in his mind, sounding disturbingly like Jadzia's. Julian tried to look around, but all he saw was white light. He turned, and saw Jadzia in front of him. "This is impossible." He breathed. Is it? She asked him. Why did you leave? "I had to. It's complicated." Please, try to explain. We don't have long. Instead of replying Julian looked at her. "Kira?" I have always believed in the Prophets. Kira's strength and unfailing faith has helped me in the past, again she helps me to speak to you. He touched the side of her face gently. "I wish I had your faith sometimes, Jadzia." Is it that hard to believe? "For some people. Jadzia, I don't now how long I'll be gone. It will most likely be quite a while." I know. Extended shore leave. I asked Benjamin. The image looked down. You left without even telling me, or anyone else. Miles doesn't know what to do with himself. "You told him?" Well you did have a dart game arranged two minutes ago. The image smiled slightly. You're about to leave. She commented. "Jadzia, wait-" Her image faded, and he fell backward, her image burned into his mind.
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"Running again." Horatio whispered to himself, alone on the tiny, dimly lit bridge of his ship. "Why are we always running?" Suddenly a console beeped. Caine looked down, and slapped his com badge. "Everyone to the bridge, NOW!" He ordered. Within seconds the small bridge was crowded. Speed took the operation console, Calleigh the weapons and Horatio remained at the helm, leaving Julian waiting at the back in case anyone was injured. Though should I help them or take their position? He asked himself ruefully. "Who is it?" Calleigh demanded. Speed activated the front screen. It was a Federation shuttle. "This is Commander Luther Sloan from the Federation shuttle Rio Grande dispatched from space station Deep Space Nine. Occupants of the personal shuttle Nightstalker, you are ordered to stand down and prepare to be boarded." "No way!" Speed snapped, cutting the COM line. "Incoming photon! Brace for impact!" Calleigh called, grabbing onto her console. "Calleigh! Get away-" The rest of Speed's exclamation was lost in a shower of sparks.
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"Calleigh, talk to me, come on." Julian muttered, scanning her with a tricorder. A voice came over the COM. "Our scans show that one of you are seriously hurt. Are you willing to let them die for your glorious cause?" "Sloan, you wouldn't do that!" Julian yelled back, holding a hypospray to Calleigh's neck, and pushing the button gently. "Oh, be realistic, Julian. Do you really think that we're here to talk? Lower your shields, or it is probable they will die." Speed had taken over at the weapons station. "I'm lowering shields." "Speed, don't!" Horatio ordered. He looked up at him. "She's going to die, man!" He yelled. "Don't tell me you have feelings for her, Tim." Sloan's voice taunted. "H, turn that off!" Tim warned, emotions tearing through his mind. "You can't turn me off. Come on Speed. Make up your mind. Will you save her, or leave her to die?" Sloan asked, his soft, taunting voice stabbed Tim's heart. Calleigh's eyes fluttered open. They locked onto his, and time seemed to slow down. Emotion tore at him, the ship was shaking, and Sloan's cutting words ran circles around his head. For the first time in his life, would emotion get in the way of what would otherwise be a straight forward decision? Numbly he reached for his console. "Shields are down." He whispered. Calleigh's eyes closed, and he ran to her side.
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"You said you would save her!" Sloan shrugged. "We tried." "Bullshit! You let her die!" Tim yelled from behind the forcefield. "We didn't kill her, you did. By not letting down the shields when we told you the first time." Sloan countered, and walked out, leaving Tim's insults and threats behind him.
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