Disclaimer in first chapter.

I really didn't have any good ideas for this chapter, so it doesn't meet expectations. So, I apologize.

The turbolift ride was silent as Worf was waiting for it to get to Ops. He really hoped that the Ferengi bartender was joking about Jadzia, but there was a bit of hope within him. It finally stopped, and he stepped into Ops and looked around. Everything seemed as normal as normal could get. Word walked down the short flight of stairs to the situation table where Kira was.

"Colonel," Worf greeted.

Kira looked up and seemed surprised to see him. "Worf, welcome back."

"Thank you. Colonel, I had heard things from the Ferengi bartender that I don't know are true or not."

Kira seemed to falter, "I..uh, well…depends on what you heard."

"He claims that Jadzia is back. However, I know that to be a lie because she is in Sto-Vo-Kor."

Kira was about respond when the office door and Sisko's voice could be heard.

"I want you to report to the infirmary for a complete physical and I also want you to-" Sisko stopped when he saw Worf.

Jadzia turned her head to see what the Captain was looking at, and she saw the Klingon, Worf, standing by Kira, a unreadable look on his face. However, his stiff posture indicated that he was surprised.

"Jadzia," she heard the Klingon say.

Jadzia watched the tall Klingon as he slowly approached her. By the way he was acting, it seemed that Benjamin left out something important.

Worf stood right in front of her and reached out, touching her face. He seemed to study her before declaring, "This is not her!"

Jadzia jumped slightly at the Klingon's outburst. Sisko was immediately at her side, probably trying to keep all hell from breaking loose.

"At ease, Commander. This isn't the Jadzia you knew. She's from the year 2369," Sisko said, stepping between them.

"I knew she was different. She does not have the scars."

With that, Worf turned and walked back to the turbolift. Jadzia watched him go as Kira walked up to the pair.

"Scars?" Kira asked.

Jadzia cleared her throat uncomfortably. "Well, traditionally, Klingons like to bite their mates on the neck, which in turn leaves scarring."

"Oh," Kira said, suddenly returning back to the situation table.

Jadzia turned to Sisko, "Is there something you forgot to mention to me?"

Sisko looked nervous. "Well, Commander Worf was your...husband."

That was like a punch to the gut for Jadzia. "Oh, wow."

"Yeah. Sorry I didn't tell you," Sisko said, trying to comfort her.

"No, I understand."

"What are we going to do now?" Kira asked them.

"Well, until we can find a way to get her home, I'll give her a temporary commission as the science officer," Sisko said.

"Benjamin, you don't have to do this," Jadzia protested.

"Dax, trust me. While you're here, I want to put you to use."

Jadzia relented. "Fine. Where am I supposed to sleep?"

Kira piped up, "She can stay in my quarters."

Sisko nodded. "So, it's settled."

Jadzia nodded and followed Kira to the lift, wondering how she was going to survive this.

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"The couch may not look comfortable, but it really is," Kira said, putting sheets down.

"I'll be fine, Nerys. I've slept on worse."

Kira smiled and finished fixing up the couch. "There. I hope you enjoy it."

"You know I will."

Kira chuckled as Jadzia's combadge chirped. She sighed and hit it, "Dax here."

"This is Ezri. Could you please come to my quarters?"

Jadzia looked at Kira, who shrugged in response. "On my way."

Jadzia gave Kira one last look before walking past her and out of her quarters. She really didn't know what Ezri wanted, but she figured it would have something to do with the situation. She approached Ezri's quarters with a sense of trepidation, not knowing exactly what she wanted to say. She reached out and hit the door chimer, announcing her presence.

"Come in!"

The door hissed open and Jadzia stepped inside, greeted by the short Trill. "Jadzia, please, come in."

"What did you want to see me for?"

Ezri sighed. "Well, I just wanted to see how you're doing."

"Well, about as well as could be expected, considering the circumstances."

Ezri nodded. "I bet you have questions only I can answer."

Jadzia nodded. "Worf?"

Ezri motioned for Jadzia to sit down on a chair as she sat down on a couch opposite of her. "That's a long story. It started about three years ago when he arrived to the station. We were immediately attracted to one another because of my like of the Klingon culture, and the attraction between the two of you grew to love and eventually marriage."

Jadzia raised her eyebrow in confusion. "Don't you mean me?"

"What?"

"You kept saying that you were attracted to Worf and such."

"Oh. Sorry. I have a habit of doing that," Ezri explained sheepishly.

"No, it's okay. So, what about you?" Jadzia asked.

"What about me?"

"How did you get the symbiont?"

Ezri sighed. "After you passed away, the symbiont was placed on the starship Destiny for transport back to Trill. However, the symbiont's condition took a turn for the worst en route, so it had to be placed in a host immediately. I was the only Trill on board, so I was elected to receive it. The rest is history."

"Quite the story."

"Yeah. I hate retelling it."

Jadzia chuckled. "I can tell."

Ezri's smile faded as she settled back into the couch. "He's happy you're back."

"I know."

"He's never truly liked me, you know," Ezri said, her voice quivering slightly.

"I doubt that."

"It's true. He doesn't treat me the same as he did with Curzon or you, and that hurts."

"Ezri, look at yourself. You haven't had the symbiont for a year and you're barely out of the academy. Now, I know this is going to sound harsh, but did you expect Benjamin to treat such a young girl like his old friend and mentor?"

"I didn't know what to expect. He was happy to see me when I first showed up, but then he practically stopped talking to me. I wish for those old days again when we would just talk about nothing and play chess."

Jadzia was surprised how rattled Ezri was. She reached across and patted the girl's leg before getting up. "Ezri, you need to tell him how you feel. He'd understand. After all, he knows us better than anyone."

Ezri smiled slightly. "That's true. Thanks, Jadzia. Are you sure you aren't a counselor?"

"Over three-hundred years of experience gives me an edge that not many else have," Jadzia replied.

"True."

"Well, I need to get to bed. Benjamin's actually putting me to work tomorrow," Jadzia said, standing up.

"Typical. I'll see you tomorrow."

Jadzia nodded and left Ezri's quarters. She was going to personally talk to Benjamin at a later time, but right now, sleep was heavy on her mind.

To be conluded...

This is it...next chapter is the finale! Please review!