There was that look again; that hopeful for any sign of recognition stare whenever she met someone new from Jadzia's…her…. Jadzia Dax's life. Why couldn't anyone just get it, she didn't remember and according to her diagnosis she never would. Jadzia had been fighting against the urge to roll her eyes for the pass half hour as Itza smiled lovingly at her and sat entirely too close. Worf had introduced them in the infirmary and on the walk back to Jadzia's quarters Itza had not let go of her sisters' hand as she regaled her on the fact of what led up to her presence on the station and how worried their family had been. She had dropped everything to come and see Jadzia.

Though none if it made sense to her; unbeknownst to Itza, Jadzia knew that she hadn't spoken to her family since right after she and Worf started seeing each other. There had to be a reason for that and unfortunately, she hadn't been able to get access to her personal logs; she would have to ask Worf about that later. She wished he had stayed after escorting them back to her quarters. But he had said there was a matter that required his immediate attention and said his good-byes. She had a feeling that he often had a matter to attend to when things of the heart came into play.

"It's okay, Zizi I knew it was impossible for you to remember me or the rest of the family under the circumstances but I couldn't stop hoping."

"Zizi?" Jadzia's left eyebrow lifted in confusion.

"Oh," Itza giggled "it's a nickname El gave you when you were two and it stuck."

"El?"

"Um, you know what let's talk about you, I can only imagine how confusing all of this is."

"That's the understatement of the century." This time Jadzia allowed her urges free reign and rolled her eyes as she leaned back against the sofa.

"I see you haven't lost that sarcastic streak." Itza's smile had faded now and she took on a more serious demeanor. "I know its still early but were you thinking of staying on the station during recovery."

"Recovery implies that I will get better but no I haven't thought of leaving the station where would I go?"

"I thought that maybe it would be good for you to get out of this war zone, the station is at the gateway. You should come back to Earth with me, my family is there. And besides you've never met your nephew, I'm sure he would love a chance to get to know you."

"Can I ask you a question?" Jadzia interrupted, Itza had just given her the perfect segway into the only question she had concerning her family.

"Yes, of course." Itza picked up her cup of tea that had been cooling on the coffee table nearby.

"Did something happen between me and our family?" The instant discomfort was visible in Itza's eyes but Jadzia pressed on. "Worf said that I never wanted to talk about any of you so he couldn't answer my questions." Itza glanced away towards the porthole.

"The truth is you haven't spoken to us in about two years." She took a slow sip from her mug and dreaded the next and inevitable question.

"Two years? Why?" Jadzia frowned.

"Well, it's a long story, I mean when I think about it, it's silly really."

"It must have been serious; two years is a long time not to have any communication with your family." Itza sighed deeply and tried to think of anything that sounded better than the truth, she failed.

"The truth is, we had a disagreement. Mother and I were only concerned we didn't mean to push you away." Itza attempted to place a hand on top of her sisters, but Jadzia quickly drew her hand back.

"What was the argument about?" Jadzia narrowed her eyes.

"Worf."

"Worf? But he's never met any of you." Jadzia shook her head, Itza was stalling that much was for sure.

"Well you had been dating him for a couple of months when you told us about it. We just thought you were making a mistake, that you were trying to do something shocking. I mean a Trill and a Klingon; its never happened. We had no idea that…" Itza trailed off, she was hoping that this subject wouldn't come up now if ever.

"You and mother disapproved. What about…?"

"Father? Father was fine with it, you know him. You could never do any wrong in his eyes." Itza gave a slight chuckle and continued, "It was really a silly thing to argue about when I think back. You can't help who you love right?" Itza waited for a reply, she couldn't read Jadzia at all, the younger woman sat stoic, her blue eyes void of any emotion, not even anger. "Jadzia, we love you that has never changed and after meeting Worf, even I can see how much he loves you. I'm sorry for what happened between us. We should have been more supportive, especially me. We were so close growing up."

"I see." Jadzia responded flatly.

"I was thinking, hoping that you would give me the chance to fix our relationship. Come back to Earth with me. I received a communication from our parents on the way here. They've been granted passage on a supply ship headed to Star Base 57, we can meet them there and then catch a shuttle to San Francisco."

"San Francisco?"

"Yes, on Earth, that's where my family and I live now."

"What about, Worf? I'm not sure he would want me to leave."

"I spoke to him briefly about it, I think he would agree, DS9 is a warzone. You would be safer on Earth while you try to process everything that's happened.

"I… I don't know. Everything is happening too fast." The younger woman sighed.

"Of course, I'm sorry I didn't mean to push. Why don't we talk more later, you should rest? Besides I have to see a man about guest quarters." The older woman stood and gave Jadzia a pained smile before leaving. Itza had barely made it to the nearby turbo-lift when her legs threatened to give way. Her right hand quickly covered her mouth attempting to stifle the throaty sob about to erupt. Thankfully the doors to the turbo-lift swooshed open and she took refuge inside.

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It hadn't been Worf's intention to go to the Rotarran, after leaving Jadzia and Itza, he had set off in an unknown destination. Lost in his thoughts of Jadzia and what would become of their relationship his feet had led him to the one person who he felt comfortable speaking to about such things.

"Worf, I hadn't expected to see you any time soon." Martok had been sitting behind his desk, studying correspondence pads that his aide Durok had left for him.

"I imagine not." Worf replied, "If you are busy…"

"No, anything would be a welcome distraction from these Supreme Commander duties! Sit, tell me, how are things with Jadzia?" Martok had learned that getting right to the point with his brother was in both their best interests. Worf tended to as the Humans would call it, 'beat around the bush'.

"Her sister Itza has arrived; she is with her now." Worf sank into a chair on the opposite side of the generals' desk and stared blankly at nothing in particular.

"Ahh. What of her parents?"

"I do not know; however, her sister did mention wanting to take Jazia back with her to Earth."

"You agree?"

"I am not sure. This war could continue for several more years, maybe Earth or even Trill would be safer."

"This sister, from what you have told me Jadzia never wanted to talk about her family. Do you think it wise to let your wife go with someone with whom she has had no communication with for quite some time?" The elder Klingon questioned.

"I do not see any other choice."

"What does your wife want?" Martok noticed his friend wince at the mention of the word 'wife'. Did it really pain him that much to still think of Jazia this way?

"I do not know; I have not had time to ask her." In truth he didn't want to ask her. They had been separated before due to Starfleet duty, but this would be different. If she left, he feared that she would be lost to him forever.

"I think maybe you should, rather she remembers her past or not the choice to leave or stay should be hers alone."

"Maybe you are right."

"Maybe." Martok squinted his eye.

"I, I do not want her to think that I am trying to get rid of her."

"Hmm, you are thinking of Alexander and his mother." Martok had never been one to hold his tongue from stating the obvious and the look on Worf's face did not hide his annoyance with this fact.

"I never wanted or tried to get rid of them, I just wanted to do what honor demanded. I thought I was doing the right thing but letting them go. But they saw it differently and if Jadzia were to think the same…"

"Discuss it with her, explain your reasoning I'm sure she will understand. I am willing to wager my life on the fact that the Jadzia we know is still there. Her heart will show her the way back from this ordeal…and back to you." This last brought Worfs eyes to meet Martok's for the first time since he arrived.

"You should also speak to your son, try not to strike him this time especially if he speaks the truth," If Martok was waiting for a reply, Worf had none to offer. He stood, nodded his head and left.