Her smile faded as quickly as it appeared. 'Maybe this was a mistake,' he thought. The two stood for what seemed like an eternity just staring at the ceiling, the ground, anywhere but at each other. Jadzia thought maybe that she should tell him to come inside.

"I have to go." Worf blurted out before Jadzia could make her offer; the Klingon turned quickly and fled. Without hesitation she went after him to her surprise, "Worf, wait!" Jadzia called out and brought Worf to a full stop, he spun around and looked at her in astonishment.

"You know my name."

"Oh, well I've been doing some research about my life…" she admitted shyly.

"I see." Deanna had been right about Jadzia seeking out the truth about her life. He felt ashamed now; hated himself for his previous attitude.

"We should talk right?" Jadzia looked just as unsure about what to do next as he did.

"I think that would be best."

On the short walk back to her quarters they said nothing; when they entered Worf stood still near the door while Jadzia walked over to the replicator.

"Would you like something to drink?"

"No, no thank you." Worf replied, Jadzia nodded and ordered for herself.

"Tarcalean tea," after her drink appeared she took it and slowly walked over towards her sofa and sat down. "Aren't you going to sit down?" She wondered aloud.

"Oh, um yes." By Kahless he was short on words today. Worf sat at the opposite end of the sofa and stared straight ahead with his hands in his lap. Jadzia could see the tension in his shoulders from where she sat and she found herself fighting the almost uncontrollable urge to get behind him and rub out all of the stress that had taken up residence in his body. She blinked away those thoughts and sipped at her tea; she had no idea what else to do. She had hoped he would speak first but obviously her luck was taking a real beating lately.

It was a stalemate; he was lost for words and Jadzia wasn't offering up any either. He knew he should probably break the silence and decided to go for something simple.

"How is your day going, well I hope?" There he had said something.

"Well, as good as it can go considering the situation." Worf felt himself blush at her response; he mentally chastised himself for asking such a question.

"Of course, I am sorry, I…"

"It's okay, I feel like I'm the one that should be sorry."

"You, why?" Worf was dumbfounded.

"This whole thing, it must be so hard for you right now…I read my personal file, and yours." Worf sighed deeply and looked down at the ground for a moment.

"This is not your fault; the fault lies with Gul Dukat!" His blood was starting boil again.

"Who?" Jadzia asked. Who was this Dukat; and what did he have to do with her accident? She had tried to find out about her accident but it was not included in her file. She figured that the information was with held until her final situation was realized. But now that Worf was here she hoped that he would be willing to fill in the gaps. Worf finally looked at her; he didn't want to go into that, not right now. He would just get angry again and he didn't want to make her uncomfortable or frighten her.

"I do not think it is a good idea to discuss him right now."

"Okay," she was disappointed but it didn't last "What do we talk about?"

"Anything you want, you said you read your profile…"

"Yes, I wanted to contact my parents."

"I did, the day after you were hurt; I have not gotten a response yet. With the war sometimes it takes weeks before one gets a response."

"War, the Dominion?" Jadzia had read something about some of the missions that she had been on in an effort to end the war against a force called the 'Dominion'. She couldn't say that she understood it all.

"Yes, the Federation has been trying to rid the Alpha Quadrant of the oppression of the Dominion for the last several years and I think we are close to achieving that goal." Jadzia nodded in response. "I will continue to try and reach your family for you. In truth I felt a little nervous about contacting them."

"Why?" Her eyebrows furrowed.

"I have never met or spoken to them before." This fact had always nagged at the Klingon. Whenever he had broached the subject with Jadzia even before they had married; she had become sulky and evasive. She would always say the same thing, 'Worf, honey what does it matter, you're all I need!'

"But we're married, they weren't at our wedding?" She found this strange.

"No, neither were my parents. They sent their best wishes but the war and the fact that we decided to just hold the ceremony here on the station instead of after the war…they could not attend on such short notice."

"So I know your parents? But you have never met mine?" This was all so confusing, what reason would there be for him having never met her family.

"You never wanted to talk about them." Worf thought maybe he should not have said this last but it was too late.

"Hmm, there must be a reason for that."

"I suppose you did have your reasons but you never shared them with me." Worf sat back and stretched out his right leg to stop the cramp he felt coming on.

"Why didn't you come for me?"

"What?" He cheeks were hot and his breath caught in his throat.

"Today, in the infirmary, why didn't you come for me?"

"I…I thought it best to allow you space." There that was part of the truth.

"Space?" She raised her right eyebrow challenging him; she definitely still had the power to make Worf squirm in his seat.

"I did not want to overwhelm you. Did you not enjoy your time with Mrs. O'Brien?"

"She's very nice, helpful."

"Good," Worf replied. They sat once more in silence, Worf counting the bolts in the wall near the port window and Jadzia sipping her tea. This time it was she who broke the deafening silence.

"I'm not sure what to do or what to feel."

"What do you mean?"

"When I read my profile it was like reading a story book about someone I didn't know."

"I'm sure it will take some time to adjust." Worf looked at her, for the first time he noticed that her hair hung freely around her shoulders. He loved it when she wore her hair this way; she looked so beautiful. He sat wondering for a moment why she had chosen to leave it hanging. Part of him wanted to believe that she had done this for him; that some part of her still remembered him and their life.

"Maybe, but I think I will need help. There is so much I need to re-learn…" Jadzia looked at him hopefully. She wasn't exactly sure what she wanted from him and she; all she knew is that this man had been a big part of her life. If he couldn't help her then who could? Worf could hear her unspoken plea…she was asking him to be her guide. Could he? Could he put aside his own pain and grief and help this woman who was now just as much a stranger to him as he was to her? If he did help her would she be the woman he knew or a new person who didn't feel the same way about him? Whatever the case he could no longer ignore the fierce beating of his own heart at this moment. His heart, his soul wouldn't allow him to walk away, not now, not ever!

"No matter how long it takes, Jadzia…I will help you through this, I swear!"