"Why are they staring at me like that?" Jadzia asked.

Keiko couldn't help but notice the stares that her friend was getting from the rest of the residents on the station; and she had known that Jadzia was noticing too. The botanist had agreed to be the one to lead the effort in getting Jadzia settled in and comfortable with what was technically the start of a new life. When she entered sickbay to pick Jadzia up twenty minutes ago she half expected to find the Jadzia Dax that she knew. The one with those gorgeous bright eyes and giddy smile; instead she had come upon a frightened and confused woman he was unsure of herself and everything around her. Keiko assured Jadzia that she would do her best to help her through this situation and learn about whom she was and what her life had been like before what Sisko had instructed everyone to call the 'accident'. There was no need to confuse her with talk of Gul Dukat and orbs at this point.

"Well, Jadzia you are a very popular person on the station; you had, have a lot of friends who care about you. Everyone has been so worried for you that's all."

"Oh." Was all the Trill replied, she hoped that they would be at her quarters soon. The way people looked at her was unnerving; it was like she was a ghost. They all seemed to know who she was when she didn't even know. That was the first thing she needed to find out, who was she? What was she doing on this station? But the biggest question was what the hell happened to her to make her forget everything that she knew? She remembered simple everyday things like language, the way a replicator worked, what star ships were but as far as personal knowledge of her entire life was gone.

After another five minutes they finally reached their destination and Keiko asked her if everything looked okay and if she thought she would be comfortable there but Jadzia ignored the question and asked one of her own. "I need to know about my life, I don't understand what happened to me…"

"I know that's an understandable question. Why don't you and I talk about it over some lunch, are you hungry?" Keiko smiled gently and walked towards the replicator.

"What do I usually eat?" Jadzia was hungry but she had no idea what she usually ate.

"Well you eat a lot of Klingon food, I know that much but I'm not sure what your favorite dish is; Chef Salad and a large sweet tea." Keiko ordered for herself.

"Klingon food…ok ill take something Klingon." Jadzia thought that she might as well try it, what could it hurt?

"Umm, well I know Brigit Lung is a popular dish with Klingon's, how does that sound?"

"That's fine." The Trill walked over to the table near the replicator and sat down while Keiko went about getting their lunch.

"Well it smells good…" Keiko said nervously as she sat the questionable dish in front of her friend.

"It looks horrible."

"You sure you want to try it?"

"I'm sure." Jadzia took the fork that Keiko handed her as the older woman sat down. Jadzia sliced into what she believed was the lung and forked a piece of it and slowly brought it to her mouth. The taste was vile at first but she kept chewing and suddenly the flavors that the lung had been seasoned with sent her taste buds into overdrive…it was delicious.

"Good?" Keiko hadn't even started on her salad because she was so busy watching Jadzia.

"Very." Jadzia took another bite, "So are you going to tell me about my life?"

"Well I can tell you what I know. I can't tell you anything about your life before the station."

"Okay."

"Well you are a Star Fleet Commander, chief Science Officer on the station."

"I'm a scientist?"

"A damn great one!"

"Hmm, what else, you said I'm popular?"

"Women with beauty such as yours, often are." Keiko giggled.

"Oh."

"Yea a lot of the fellas on the station would jump at the chance to date you. You like to play Tongo and you're quite good at it; in fact you are the only one on the station to ever beat Quark."

"Tongo, Quark?"

"Oh Quark is the bar tender on the Promenade and Tongo well it's a Ferengi game."

"So is Quark one of my friends?"

"Yes, but…"

"Suri to Keiko O'Brien," a feminine voice spoke through the room's comm. system.

"Keiko here." Keiko hurriedly replied, Suri was a day care worker on the station.

"I'm sorry to bother you but it seems Kira-Yoshi isn't feeling well at all, he felt warm so I brought him to the infirmary…"

"I'm on my way, Keiko out." Keiko stood and looked pensively at Jadzia who was still working on her lung. "I'm sorry, Jadzia I have to leave but I will be back later."

"Who is Kira-Yoshi?" The Trill looked confused.

"My son, will you be okay for a while?"

"Yes, thank you for helping me." Jadzia smiled sheepishly, though in truth she was afraid of being alone with her own thoughts.

"If you need anything just use the computer, okay?" Keiko smiled and walked towards the door and made her exit. After her new guardian left Jadzia continued on with her meal and soon decided to explore her quarters a little. It had basic furniture, a sofa, bed, a couple of chairs and a desk with a monitor on top of it.

"Computer display any records you have on Jadzia Dax." The screen came alive and after a few moments the requested information was before her. It was just a Starfleet service record, well it was better than nothing, she sat back in her chair and began to read.

Alexander's new orders had come as a shock, he had been doing so well on the Ya-Vhang; had even been promoted to weapons officer. His captain and comrades liked him; and his clumsy streak had become none existence ever since he increased his combat training from once a week to five times a week. He had become more focused and organized. He was now a good Klingon, a son he hoped his father could truly be proud of. He wandered if that was the reason General Martok had transferred him to the Klingon Security Force on DS9. Whatever the case it would be good to see his father and Jadzia again. He had left a week after their wedding and hadn't seen them in almost five months. Jadzia had written him two weeks ago to tell him that he might have a little brother or sister by next year.

Alexander had been overjoyed with the news and told Jadzia to keep him posted but he hadn't heard anything else from her or his father since. This didn't concern him much, there was a war going on after all. Now he was here on the station, walking down the promenade and everything was just as it was when he left. Though he was surprised that neither his father nor Jadzia was at the air-lock when he arrived, again he guessed that they were just too busy.

"Alexander!" The young warrior halted his steps and turned to see who had called him. It was Major Kira, he had met here during his short stay on the station before and he found himself to be quite smitten by the Bejoran woman. Oh he knew he didn't have a chance but it didn't hurt to admire her from afar.

"Major Kira, hello it's nice to see you again." He smiled and set his duffel bag down beside his feet. Kira smiled in kind,

"It's good to see you again, how long are you staying?"

"Oh I've been reassigned; General Martok had me transferred here."

"Oh, well I'm sure your father will be glad to have your company, considering." Kira glanced away for a moment. She had done her best not to cry at the thought of what had happened to her best friend and so far she was doing a good job at keeping it together. When she looked back at Alexander she saw a look of confusion as if he himself had no idea why he might have been transferred to the station.

"What do you mean considering?" Kira stared at him, he didn't know; he had no inkling of what had transpired lately.

"Alex, um you don't know do you?"

"Know what?"

"Jadzia, she…" The Major trailed off not exactly sure how to put what she had to say into the right words.

"What's wrong, she's not – I mean she's…"

"Oh no, she's alive." At least that much was true.

"What then?" he was getting impatient. He knew how much Jadzia meant to his father and he had to admit that he had never seen his father so happy and content in his life. If anything had happened to her he feared that his father would never be able to recover from the loss.

"There was an accident…"

The door must have chimed at least five times before Alexander heard his father's gruff voice shout, "Enter!" Alexander stepped inside with caution after the doors slid apart. The place was in a shambles, every piece of furniture, knick knack; was either completely destroyed or overturned. He looked around the main living space but saw no trace of his father. "Father, can you come out please?" Alexander sat his bag down and moved towards the bedroom door and waited for the older Klingon to appear.

"Father?" Alexander called out again after a moment but still Worf did not emerge from the bedroom. The younger warrior took a deep breath and entered his father's bedroom; he found this room to be untouched by his father's rage. Worf was sitting on his bed clutching what looked to be a picture frame.

"What are you doing here, Alexander?" This time Worf's tone was more at ease.

"The general had me reassigned to the Klingon Task Force on the station; he didn't tell you?" Alexander thought it best to stay by the door, Worf hated to have anyone near him when he was upset.

"No, he did not."

"Major Kira told me what happened, I'm sorry father." Worf said nothing but tightened his grip on the picture frame. "Kira told me that Keiko is going to help her as far as learning about who she was; maybe she…"

"Maybe she'll fall in love with me again?" Worf finished his son's thoughts.

"She did once, she could again."

"Right now, she doesn't even know I exist!" He could feel his anger building again. "Everything we shared is gone from her mind."

"The symbiont, Dax is as lost to who and what it is as Jadzia is." This seemed to silence Alexander for a moment. This seemed an impossible situation and there was nothing he could do but stand there and watch his father suffer. "All that's left is an empty shell of who Jadzia use to be…my wife is gone forever."

"So that's it, you won't even try?"

"Try what, Alexander?" Worf was on edge and his son was working on his last nerve.

"To at least talk to her, try to help her get through this?" Alexander took a couple of steps towards Worf and stopped at the foot of the bed.

"How do you suppose I help her? I just told you she doesn't remember and she will never regain her memory. I should've let her die as a warrior, with honor!" Worf was seething, not because of the situation but because of what he believed to be his own selfishness. He had wanted Jadzia to live for his sake and he never thought about her and what would be best for her. He had a good mind to go and do the right and honorable thing and send her across the River of Blood and into StoVokor; his thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the most brutal of words…

"You're a coward!" Alexander was angry now; he couldn't believe what his father was saying. On second thought he could; the elder Klingon had always been a slave to Klingon rules and discipline. Worf's head shot up and his breath became heavy; he was trying to keep from throttling the boy but Alexander wasn't afraid, he was too angry for that. Worf stood slowly and looked at his son for the first time since he had arrived; Alexander had grown taller and could now look his father in the eye. He also had a mustache and sparrow beard, his boy was now a man; a man who had pissed him off!

"What did you call me!?" Alexander swallowed and replied,

"You heard me, you're a coward and I'm ashamed to call you father!" Alexander never saw his father's fist coming and he didn't feel the impact when he fell to the ground but he did taste the blood on his lips and on the inside of his jaw. Worf stood over him, his fists balled tight and his teeth barred.

"Get out before I lose control and kill you!" Worf warned. Alexander wiped the blood from his lip and stood but he didn't leave, he stood firm determined to speak his mind.

"How could you have ever claimed to love her?"

"Leave!" Worf shouted again and backed away in fear that he would do something that he would late regret.

"I bet she never thought you would give up on her this easy but then again this is a pattern with you. Things get a little complicated and you run; wasn't it the same with my mother and Deanna?"

"You don't know what you're talking about!"

"No? What did you do to me, you sent me away because you didn't want to face the reality that I didn't want to be a warrior. You let mother go because she didn't fit into your dream of a perfect Klingon wife and Deanna…"

"You have no idea what happened with Deanna!" Worf had backed himself up into Jadzia's night table. He turned around and braced his hands against it. He couldn't hear anymore, it was tearing him apart!

"You gave up on her, she loved you and you gave up on her; just like you're giving up on Jadzia!" Alexander finished softly; he looked down at the ground and shook his head. After all this time, all these years he was still no closer to understanding who his father was and why Worf was more than capable of defeating every foe in the galaxy but when it came to his loved ones he was easily beaten by the adversity that came with those relationships. Worf couldn't breathe, he was lost in thought. It wasn't true he wasn't a coward, he was a noble warrior. He had done his best to be what his father had taught him to be; a man of honor and honor demanded that he chose a wife of honor. K'Ehleyr had mocked everything that he represented and worse yet hid the existence of his son for the first four years of his life.

Alexander was his only son and tradition demanded that he follow in his father's footsteps and become a warrior. Worf knew he had done the right thing in sending him away; he gave Alexander the life he wanted, a life devoid of Klingon tradition. Deanna…he had loved her but she was his opposite in every way. He could not bring himself to even save her life when…no he didn't want to think about that. Honor had demanded that he chose duty over his personal feelings; she was better off with Riker. And then there was Jadzia. He loved her as he had no other; their souls had been intertwined from the moment they met. Time after time he had put her first before duty and honor. Kahless be damned when it came to his beloved; she was all that mattered. But his Jadzia was gone now, their relationship was dead and he wished he was as well.

"How could you abandon her this way?" Alexander spoke through Worf's self-justification.

"The Jadzia I knew is gone." Worf closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"You swore! You swore to join with her and stand with her…were those just words, father; just a formality?" Alexander hoped that this would get his attention. His father operated according to tradition an oaths, he hoped his words were sinking in.

"I don't know what to do." Worf finally responded.

"If you can't be her husband right now, at least be her friend. Don't let her fight this battle alone; rather she knows it or not she needs you now more than ever." Worf opened his eyes and lifted his head and stared at his wounded son in the mirror and wondered…

"You insult your father and then you proceed to instruct me in matters of honor?" Worf's voice was somber and the anger had begun to dissipate.

"It seemed you needed to be reminded of what true honor demands. You took an oath with Jadzia and I would bet my life that she wouldn't abandon you if the roles were reversed."

"But…"

"There is no but, she is your wife and if you ever truly loved her you will do the right thing! So what if she lost all of her memories of you, she can have new memories and it's up to you to make sure their good ones." With this last Alexander turned and left his father standing in his bedroom. He taken no pity on his father, he was just feeling sorry for himself. His step-mother needed his father and for the first time in Alexander's life he hoped honor won out.