…Three hours ago…

"Son, you know I love you but do you know what time it is in Minsk?" Helena Rozhenko rubbed her aged eyes lids and tried hard to focus on her Klingon son on the monitor. It was after 2am in Minsk and it had been a long day. She had spent most of the day volunteering at a local Federation out-post. The war had been costly and she even in her advanced years couldn't help but want to help the Federation-Klingon Alliance cause in any way she could. She and a host of other volunteers organized donations of supplies that were to be sent to various off-world bases, alliance ships, and Federation territories.

"I know, mother I apologize for the late hour but I really need to speak to you about Jadzia."

"Oh, how is she? I know she was all excited about having a baby. Oh, Worf I've wanted so much for you to find a good woman and settle down."

"Mother…" Worf hardly knew how to tell her what had happened to his wife. The older woman had been overjoyed when he had written to tell her and his father of his and Jadzia's marriage. Unfortunately there hadn't been enough time for the older couple to make the journey to the station.

"You have no idea what it does to my heart to see you so happy. I feel like I could pass on peacefully now that I know that my worrisome son is finally happy." Helena smiled brightly. She loved Worf so dearly; it had always broken her heart that every time he seemed to find some glimmer of happiness and stability in a relationship something went horribly wrong. The last woman that he had talked about and even brought home was Deanna Troi. Deanna was a wonderfully sweet woman who not only loved her son but her grandson as well. In the next five years after the destruction of the Enterprise, Alexander had come to live with her and Sergey once again; the boy never spoke to his father, only Deanna. She would make sure to contact him via sub-space every month to check in. Worf did not contact her or his father for five years and this had been hard on Alexander.

Helena knew her son, when there was something that he couldn't handle emotionally he shut down and closed himself off from anyone who loved him. Now that was all over, there was no more hurt in her son's eyes when she spoke to him…only joy.

"I am sorry I have worried you for so long, mother." Worf glanced away from the screen knowing that he would not be able to burden his mother with the news of what had transpired these last two weeks.

"No apologies, now come tell me what is this about Jadzia?"

"I um…her birthday is next month and I was wondering if you had any ideas on a nice gift." For the first time in his life he lied to his mother…

After ending the com-link Worf sat back in his chair at his desk near the large port window in his living room. He should've known better than to contact his mother about this. He still needed advice and there was only one other person in the universe who he was comfortable sharing his feelings with…

"Worf, I have to say that this is quite a pleasant surprise." Deanna smiled and brushed a few unruly strands of hair out of her face. Worf had caught her just before she left for Ten Forward.

"It has been a long time counselor." Worf tried to smile back but his effort was in vain. He had absolutely no strength to feign a smile.

"Counselor? Really Worf I think we know each other too well to start addressing one another by titles."

"Perhaps you are right." Worf tried to relax a little.

"I'm always right." She giggled and then continued, "I'm guessing there is something really important on your mind and I am a last resort."

"Again, you are correct. It may take a while, is that alright?"

"Of course what's happened?" Deanna sat forward and listened intently as Worf relayed to her the events that had transpired with his new wife recently. She found herself becoming more and more astounded as Worf spoke.

"You hit Alexander!?" Deanna's asked, shocked that Worf would do such a thing.

"It was not without provocation, the boy has always known how to push my buttons." Worf defended himself. Deanna shook her head as Worf continued to speak until he finally came to the reason of why he had contacted her. "Should I do as Alexander suggested and try to reintegrate myself in her life or should I let her go?"

"Your instinct is to leave her to approach a new life without you." Deanna stated.

"And you disagree." Why wasn't he surprised, she often took the opposite stance where he was concerned. She never approved of the way he chose to handle rearing his son; why had he even bothered contacting her if that's all she was going to do, he wondered to himself.

"Let's look at this a different way, Worf. I am going to repeat everything that you just told me about Jadzia's condition and you tell me what you think."

"How is that going to…?"

"Just listen. My wife was nearly murdered by Gul Dukat who was possessed by a Pa'wraith. Because of the efforts of her doctor she lived but lost every memory of her past life and of who she is. Klingon honor demands that I end her life but I can't bring myself to harm her. She doesn't remember me and everything that we built together is dead and buried. My son wants me to at least try to help her adjust to this new life she has been given but it will be difficult for me to look at her knowing what has happened; knowing that while I am looking at the woman I love she will be looking at a stranger. Did I miss anything?" Deanna finished crossing her arms, if Worf didn't know any better he would think she was annoyed with him.

"No, you missed nothing." Worf crossed his arms, he was annoyed.

"You haven't changed; in all these years, and after everything mother and I taught you on Betazed you still haven't learned." Deanna let out an exasperated sigh and rubbed her temples.

"Learned what!?" Yes, he was very annoyed and growing angry.

"Alexander was wrong about you being a coward, you're not a coward you just have cowardly tendencies in situations like this."

"I am ending this transmission!" Worf moved his hand to end the com-link but Deanna's shouting voice halted his intentions.

"Damn you, you're stubborn as hell!"

"Deanna…!" He snapped back but again was cut off by her voice that was clearly filled with mounting rage.

"How could you just leave her to fend for herself? This is about you; you're being selfish; all you're thinking about is how this terrible situation has affected you and your comfort! For God's sake, Worf just once I would love to see you fight for the person you claim to love…!" Deanna forced herself to stop, she was on the verge of tears. She had no idea where that sudden anger came from; but then again she did. That was the way it had been with her relationship with the Klingon. She was always trying to fix their problems while he was fine ignoring them and pretending they weren't there. There was a time when she wanted him desperately wanted him and it had taken over a year to get over the fact that he had called off their engagement and sent her on her way to live a life without him.

"Deanna, I'm…"

"Don't say you're sorry, Worf…you never even tried to fight for me and I've always wondered if you ever truly loved me." Deanna couldn't hold back the tears that escaped her eyes; she quickly wiped them away.

"I never realized how deeply I hurt you; I never wanted to think about it after we parted." Worf felt like a failure, all he did was hurt the people he loved.

"Well I thought about it every day for a long time. But this isn't about me; Jadzia is the one who is important right now. Have you thought about what she would think when she finds out about you and she will find out; how do you think she will feel if the man who she is married to abandons her?"

"I did not think she would have to know."

"Worf, if you lost your memory what is the first thing you would do?"

"I would want to know who I am and what kind of life I led…" Worf's shoulders sank, he hadn't thought about that. In truth Deanna was right; all he had been doing was thinking about was how this tragedy had affected him and how he was going to cope with it.

"Exactly, she's going to wonder why you didn't try to help her. Do you want her first thoughts of you to be filled with negativity?" There was a brief moment of silence as the Klingon pondered her words.

"I'm afraid, Deanna." This came out in a whisper that was barely audible but she had caught it.

"What are you afraid of? That she won't be the same Jadzia you remember or that she might not love you anymore?" Deanna had hit the nail on the head but Worf didn't respond he just stared off to the left and out of the port window. "Worf, she fell in love with you once; and I am willing to bet that there is a part of her that is still yearning for you even if she's unaware of it. Think of it as a chance to recreate your courtship, be her friend; gain her trust and then go from there. Just try, she deserves at least that much from you."

"As did you," Worf finally looked at her with sorrow filled eyes. Deanna stiffened up and became visibly uncomfortable.

"The time for us had been and gone; give her the chance you never gave me…good luck, Worf," with this last Deanna ended the transmission leaving Worf to his thoughts.

Now…

Worf now stood at her door; he had pushed the chime button twice already and still no answer. He thought maybe she was asleep and with this assumption he thought it best to leave. Just as he was about to turn and walk away the door slid open. She was smiling at him…