Weyoun's planning on revenge very soon, but I'm also taking care not to interfere with the original timeline. However, as I tend to generally do, I might go AU in order to make this story work.
Chapter Five
Shattering the Chain Links
Her body felt like it was nothing but a pulp on the inside after what Dukat did to her. She still remembered the blood that was left on the table after the repeated slams into her as though she was nothing but something for him to rush and enjoy while he still could and then be done. He got what he wanted; he pulled the strings and closed Dira'tarak's eyelids so he could not save her. Dukat threatened Weyoun if she ever thought to go to him, but here she was now, in his arms and allowing herself to be kissed by him.
She was not blinded by how he was feeling; he was guilt-ridden that he had not been there for her as he promised, wanted to protect her...and this was the problem. She always went to him, always turned to him with her problems, but now she couldn't. She was tired of running to him, should by now start standing her ground and drying her tears away, facing what was in front of her. She was a Vorta, she was in her third incarnation, and she was supposed to have learned her lessons by now.
Or was it as the Female Founder called her - useless and a failure?
Was she never meant to be better as much as she often tried to be?
Was she forever destined to fail?
So, if that was the case, was this what she would now be made to do: be a plaything for male adversaries because of her looks? She should do that, if that was the case, become a concubine for the Dominion, always disgusted and looked down upon...but Weyoun's soft words pulled her out of her mullings.
"I'll make him pay, Kilana, very soon. He won't touch you again."
His lips made her feel soft and fuzzy, her arms wrapping around him and not wanting him to go. After what happened tonight, all she wanted was for him to spend the night with her. "Stay with me, Weyoun. I don't want to be left alone." Kilana would continue to curse herself for this, but she felt afraid if he left her again, if Dukat called on her again. She wouldn't be surprised if he was bragging to Damar about her body and her helpless cries, perhaps tell his favorite soldier that she was the best he had.
Weyoun let her go so she could find the sonic shower, but no matter how much she wanted to, she would never feel clean inside as she was outside. It was in here that Kilana allowed her cries to come louder than ever, not caring if it reached Weyoun's ears.
~o~
He'd stayed the night with Kilana; perhaps he should remain with her instead of in his quarters for some time, or at least order her Jem'Hadar and two of his own to keep extra guard at all times, allow no one but himself - perhaps Jake - to see her, and that included Dukat and Damar being among the forbidden. If the Founder herself had to see Kilana, then so be it. No one could forbid a god to visit the Vorta.
Later, the following day in his own quarters as he would not do it in Kilana's because of the hated man himself present, Weyoun was serving his Jem'Hadar up with their next supply of white. "We pledge our loyalty to the Founders from now until death."
He smiled and handed both men each their vials. "Then receive this reward from the Founders. May it keep you strong."
He watched as both of his soldiers fixed their vials into their armor, to the machines hooked into their bodies to pass the white into their systems; in response, the Jem'Hadar would rapture in their faces as their means of survival entered their bloodstreams. They bowed and left their commander's quarters, leaving Weyoun alone with Kilana's rapist. However, he would keep calm as he planned how and when Dukat would endure his miserable last hours, prolonging and painful as they would be.
He looked up in annoyance from his prayer when the spiteful Cardassian spoke and picked up one of the vials out of a habit. "You enjoy that, don't you, Weyoun? The constant reminder that you're their...master." He leered, making Weyoun internally fume. There was no mistaking the underlying meaning of the last word and who it involved.
He calmly plucked it out of Dukat's fingers. "The Founders are their masters. I am merely a servant as much as the Jem'Hadar. And so are you," he reminded him firmly, closing the case, but Dukat wasn't fazed. He continued to smile smugly.
"Even amongst servants," he said, "someone has to be in charge." Weyoun rolled his eyes at the petty observation; he wouldn't say this, but he supposed he was right. Weyoun knew that, being in charge of the Jem'Hadar, but the true masters would always be the Founders.
He and Dukat looked over to the doors when they opened, and in strolled Damar along with - "Odo," Weyoun gasped, spreading his arms out in reverence. "Founder, how may I be of service?" He was more than happy that Odo was here, now that Dukat was no longer important. Whatever the constable wanted, he'd be happy to serve.
~o~
Jake was proud of how his article came out, but he couldn't show Weyoun just yet. He needed to show Kilana, only because her opinion meant something to him. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about her...strange behavior in her quarters. Her hand caressing his thigh, her kiss...she made him feel like he'd taken something that turned the heat up. His mind was warning him that she was seducing him, playing him to get what she wanted - now that he was looking at the article all over again and rereading the questionnaire with Weyoun, the ambassador, and how it was very different from his normal methods of questioning, his brain was beginning to click altogether.
Kilana had used him.
The major and Odo had warned him about her, but he couldn't tell them what happened. All he told them was that she'd spoken to Weyoun for him, but any further would have brought up a lengthy conversation. Jake shook his head and dropped the PADD in front of him in his and Nog's quarters. How could he have been such an idiot to think that she started to care for him?
He let himself fall into her deception; his father had been right about all the Vorta. They were all manipulative, treacherous, and distracting to let your guard down. Now Jake knew he wanted to join Odo and Kira's resistence cell they'd started up; they told no one, but Jake knew from reporter/spy instinct that they were fed up. They could use another like himself.
In the meantime, it seemed he had no choice but to comply and send his article to Weyoun; he didn't come all this way for nothing. However, as he was on the Promenade, he spotted the ambassador with two Jem'Hadar behind as usual - and Kilana with him. Jake couldn't stand the sight of either of them...until he saw the look on the female's face. Stoned and emotionless, but her eyes were sad, without a trace of the life Jake remembered.
Something happened to her.
And something inside Jake made him regret what he'd thought about her. He felt like he was responsible for her and walked over to where the two Vorta were. "Hey, you guys!"
"Jake, what a pleasant surprise!" Weyoun said pleasantly, smiling as easily and acting as if nothing was wrong. Kilana made no secret to conceal her expressionless emotion. "We were hoping to find you. As a matter of fact, I would like to discuss it..." He turned back and motioned for the Jem'Hadar to stay with Kilana, who he leaned down to and whispered into her ear. Now he refocused his attention on Jake. "...in private."
Jake allowed himself to be taken by the arm and led away to one of the alcoves. "What's going on?"
"Jake, what I must entrust you with is of grave importance. A few days ago, Kilana had a rather...extremely unpleasant encounter with Gul Dukat, and she is not well. I can't allow him near her again, but I can't always be near her as the Founder herself needs me, and I have affairs to handle. Can I trust you to be with Kilana at all times, if you can? You are the only one she can count on as a friend."
~o~
"Jake, are you sure this isn't a setup?" Kira Nerys asked after he gave them both the whole story that Weyoun had told him about Dukat and Kilana...and it was worse than they wanted to hear. "Weyoun's done nothing but backstab -"
"And here I am sitting on the Ruling Council with him and Dukat, and I can barely stand it," Odo said disgustedly, shaking his head and huffing. "But it's Kilana who troubles me more, for reasons I can't explain. She's more intimidated by me than Weyoun who 'worships' me."
"So, that must be why Dukat raped her," Jake pointed out. "Not just because she's the most beautiful thing he's seen, but because of her meek nature. She's nothing like any other Vorta we met, besides lying to Dad once about her first mission away from the Dominion. She's more frail than we all thought, and Weyoun is obviously the only one who keeps her on her feet."
Kira scoffed. "And now he's trusting you with her because he can't be there at all hours of the day," she stated. "Jake, I feel for her like you do, but I'm worried you're getting too...close to her than you should. And right now, we have to focus on what to do in the meantime between the Cardassians and the Jem'Hadar..."
~o~
In the next week that passed, the most fantastic news had finally arrived. Damar had discovered a way to deactivate the minefield, and that would be with the usage of the deflector array. Virtually, it was impossible, but once it was reconfigured, according to Damar, into a massive anti-graviton beam, then the minefield and the Federation would not stand a chance. They would get their reinforcements at last, and their enemies would be vanquished.
And then the Alpha Quadrant - including Earth - was the Dominion's.
However, the Ferengi bartender's brother Rom had been recently arrested and held in the detention area. He'd been discovered in one of the secure conduits, trying to cut off the system to the deflector so they would not succeed in dismantling the mines. Weyoun seethed as he glimpsed the Ferengi before he was taken in; he thought he could play the lone hero, did he?
Or...did he have anyone co-conspiring with him? Like his Bajoran wife who was now on this station to Weyoun's knowledge? There was no evidence against her, so Weyoun was willing to let it slide for now...but in the meantime, Rom had to be made an example and executed for his terrorism.
That also still meant being forced to work with Dukat, whom he still had yet to deal with for what he did to his Kilana.
Ever since over a week ago, he and Kilana had grown even closer than just as friends, but was it just protecting her that he was feeling this way? He wish he knew, but right now, there was the minefield to worry about. He was currently in the wardroom and at one of the windows with Dukat, overlooking the space. Just being beside the man made him ill.
"There," the Cardassian said, pointing ahead, but what did he want him to see? Weyoun sometimes hated his poor eyesight, but that was the way it was. "That flash was the anti-graviton beam hitting a mine and disabling it."
So, at last! But alas, if only he could see it. "Disabling its replication unit."
"Exactly! Didn't you see it?"
"I'm afraid not."
Dukat sighed in exasperation. "For months, you've been demanding that I take down those mines, and now that it's finally happening, you can't even SEE it?"
Weyoun almost smiled. He enjoyed the Gul's irritation half the time. "Weak eyes," he answered simply, getting a befuddled look in return. "My people have poor eyesight," he clarified. "It's something we've learned to live with. Jem'Hadar, on the other hand, have excellent vision. I suppose they need it more than we do." He looked back at the window when Dukat pointed out another mine gone, but he would have to take his word for it.
"Once we've disabled the replication unit in all the mines, we can detonate the entire field. And I guarantee, weak eyes or not -" Weyoun was angry that he dared insult his people's vision, but he bit his tongue. "- that explosion you WILL see."
He would certainly appreciate that. Weyoun nodded. Just this once, Dukat did him well...but he would still get a taste of Weyoun's revenge.
The field would be taken down in three days. Oh, the exhilaration to come on that day. Weyoun could hardly wait to return to Kilana and tell her the wondrous news, but then Damar had to come in first to give the news about the enemy fleet.
Two vast fleets rendezvoused at Starbase 375, which happened to be where Captain Sisko was stationed, but Damar had no idea WHY they were there. Until the fool and his master had the answer for him, Weyoun would leave them alone. Glaring at them both, he stalked away and returned to Kilana's quarters, having not needed his Jem'Hadar just this once as no one posed a threat to him so far.
"Kilana, I have the most wondrous news to give you -" He cried out when something flew at him and crashed into the wall. Thousands of pieces flounced over the floor. "Kilana!"
He looked up at her laughter; she was sitting innocently on the sofa with her legs crossed, fingering that ring around her middle finger - and the necklace was missing. "I'm sorry. I wanted to surprise you."
"By throwing...Dukat's necklace at the wall enough to strike me?!" Weyoun exclaimed, laughing as he picked up the pieces of the valuable Cardassian jewelry that you never saw everyday.
"It seemed rational, being one step in taking revenge on him," she answered simply, smiling from ear to ear. "I feel better now. But I was saving this for last, in his face." She'd taken the ring off and held it up for him to see. Laughing, Weyoun walked over and took it from her, holding it up to his eyes. "Where do you think we should toss it at him just to see his face?"
Weyoun looked at her and smirked, his brain clicking as the most brilliant idea came to his mind. "I believe I know what's better, but I'll surprise you with the results."
Kilana leaned back. The sight of her was innocent and...desirable at the same time. He blinked; why did he think that after what she endured? But it was true, the longer he looked at her, the yearning and protection coming together. Her sweetness, her compassion and sincerity...it made him swell with an indescribable sensation. What was that word which Terrans and other species used...?
"Weyoun?"
She was looking at him curiously, and he realized that he'd been staring at her in his musings. "I'm sorry. I was...lost in thought."
"So, about Dukat?"
"He and Damar have found a way to dismantle the minefield," Weyoun answered proudly. "In three days, we will have our reinforcements, and the Alpha Quadrant will fall into our hands once the Federation has been destroyed." He took both her hands into his, thinking of the possibilities of their future once the war was over. Perhaps they could settle down together...wait, was he thinking too far?
"Kilana, will you be by my side on the day that comes when we will destroy the minefield before the wormhole?"
Her eyes were wide with vigor. "More than anything, even if the Founder doesn't want me there," she said passionately, "and even if Dukat looks at me the wrong way again."
"He won't. He'll rule the day as soon as we win, and he falls at my hand."
She leaned up and kissed him, his body turning up the heat and pleasure at the contact. He closed his eyes and pulled her close to him, sighing. "My beloved Kilana..."
Everything stopped right there.
"Weyoun?" She disengaged herself from his embrace even though his hands were still on her hips. Her brows were knitted together. "Did you call me...beloved?"
Weyoun wasn't sure when he did, but he supposed... "I believe I did. I'm sorry if I offended you -"
"No, you haven't." She stopped him, putting her finger to his lips, her eyes falling downcast again. "It's just...I never thought I would hear you say that. Especially after what happened...what Dukat did to me...I was frightened." She was shaking again, her lush hips quivering underneath his hands that Weyoun firmly held her against him again. She leaned into his shoulder, hands coming up to grasp his shoulders.
She'd been afraid that he would be sickened by her when she was taken by the Cardassian; she should never doubt him, not now and not ever. "Kilana, don't ever doubt me. You didn't then and you shouldn't now. Do you want to know why?" She looked up at him then, her lower lip quivering as he poured out all his emotions for her, having bottled up for so many years. "Because I cherish you more than anything else in the galaxy, and you mean more to me than anyone else in my life. I promised I would protect you, and I will honor that, Kilana. Despite the fact we are at war with the Federation, I want to continue to have you in my life, if only you will have me. Do you understand what I am trying to tell you?"
She nodded, a tear rolling down her cheek that he leaned in to kiss away, and she sighed and sobbed at the same time. "You...love me..."
"Yes, and I will continue to do so. If something happens to either of us and our lines terminated, then I will never forgive myself for not doing this sooner. I want you to know now so we can continue to fight together, or apart at command, but Kilana..." He reached up to cup her cheek, and she relished it, still sobbing. "...be mine while we still have eternal life ahead of us."
"Without the Founder's permission," she stated, frightened unlike he. He nodded firmly and with great dignity.
"Yes. Without her permission. Without anyone to interfere with our love. Will you be mine?"
