Chapter 3

Worf somehow got dressed and made his way back to his cabin on the Defiant. Even though he'd just woken up at Jadzia's, he felt like he needed another eight hours of sleep before he could deal with everything that was going on. He climbed into his bunk and wearily closed his eyes. What was happening? This was not like him at all. Worf was someone who could count the number of relationships that he'd had on one hand and yet here he was juggling two at the same time. And doing a horrible job of it at that.

He never imagined he'd be in a situation like this, and if presented with it before he would have given you his standard "The honorable thing to do is..." or "A Klingon does not..." answer and left it at that. But here he was, between two of the most amazing women he'd ever met and having no idea how to proceed.

Just as sleep was beginning to overtake him and push those thoughts away, his comm badge sounded.

"Sisko to Worf."

Worf hoped the Captain didn't hear his very audible groan, "Worf here."

"I need you to get the Defiant prepped and ready to leave with a crew in ninety minutes. There's some Dominion activity I need you to go investigate."

Good, an away mission. That would take his mind of things, "Aye sir, right away. Worf out."

Worf went into work mode, which he often preferred to dealing with personal things. His first goal was to put together a duty roster. In times like this Worf was the Commander of the ship and Dax was his first officer. He briefly toyed with finding a reason to assign someone else but quickly dismissed that idea. She would see right through that feeble attempt to avoid her, and frankly there was no one he worked better with even when they weren't getting along.

Ninety minutes later Worf was seated in the Captain's chair of the Defiant, one of his favorite places to be. In front of him was Commander Dax. He watched her graceful hands as they moved effortlessly along the controls. He watched her toss her long ponytail over her shoulder occasionally when it got in her way. He watched her as she made everyone on the bridge smile with whatever witty story she had to tell, as she was always able to do. Worf watched Jadzia and only one word came to mind. She was glorious. Worf remembered watching her from this same vantage point a year ago, back when they were still just friends. He felt the same way then about her that he did now, it just never occurred to him that one day those smiles, those dancing eyes and that playful laugh would be all his.

The first day of their patrolling mission was fairly uneventful. The night shift rotated onto duty, and though Worf was known to pull a double in times like this, he felt exhausted and gladly gave up the chair. Even though Jadzia was in good spirits with the rest of the crew, Worf could feel the tension between the two of them. The whole time they'd been on the bridge, Jadzia only addressed him when it was necessary and related to the mission.

Worf was so quick to escape the that he didn't notice Jadzia leave the bridge right behind him. He was headed straight for the turbolift and she followed, her hands nervously folded behind her back. Jadzia had spent the whole day wondering what to say to him and she had a feeling that sharing a turbolift might be the only time alone they'd get on this trip.

The turbolift doors opened and to Worf's surprise, Jadzia stepped on with him. She ordered it to the crew quarters deck and they spent the short ride in silence. The doors opened and Jadzia stepped out first. Worf was content to let her walk ahead, hoping to not have to confront whatever was going on between them. Jadzia took a few steps down the corridor, then stopped and turned to Worf.

"Worf, I want to say something to you."

Nervously, Worf looked around. They were alone. He nodded curtly.

"Look, let's just be honest about what's going on. We are both adults and we should be able to deal with what is happening between us."

Worf didn't speak, mostly because he felt stunned, but also because he didn't want to say the wrong thing and was content to let Jadzia do the talking.

"You and I... we don't make any sense. You and V'Ron," Jadzia paused, she could feel a knot forming in her throat and her eyes were moistening. She turned her eyes upward, hoping any tears that were forming would roll back the other way, "You and V'Ron make sense. I don't want you to feel obligated to stay with me when I know there is someone better for you out there."

Worf's heart was pounding, "Jadzia-"

"No, please," she gently placed a hand on his chest, "Don't make this any harder than it has to be. You and I were friends first and I don't want to ruin that by letting our romantic relationship end badly," She forced herself to smile, "It was fun, but..." Another painful pause, "You know what they say about all good things..."

There were dozens of thoughts racing through Worf's mind, but as usual he was no good when it came to verbalizing how he felt. Jadzia was ending their relationship and Worf felt powerless to stop it. Then again, perhaps she was right. V'Ron made sense; she was Klingon, they got along very well and had a lot in common. But if that was the case, why did Worf feel like he'd just been kicked in the gut?

"If this is what you think is best..."

Jadzia nodded, "I do," she whispered.

They were standing closely, far too closely for two people who were breaking up. Their eyes didn't meet but Worf reached for her hand and gripped it in his. He could feel the tension in her body relax as he held it.

"Are you certain this is what you want?" he asked gently.

Jadzia wasn't even close to being certain, but if this was going to happen it was going to be on her terms. She was going to end things with him before he inevitably ended it with her. Hearing his deep voice rumble in her ear and feeling his touch wasn't making it easy, though. She forced herself to look directly at him.

"Yes," she replied firmly. Dax let go of Worf's hand, stepped back from him and walked away.

The rest of the mission was successful; they flushed out the Dominion ships that were hiding in the badlands and returned to DS9 with intelligence related to new Jem'Hadar cloning facilities. Worf and Dax kept things professional, but did not speak outside of that.

Dax was not one to cower in the corner when things weren't going her way. Jadzia; the shy, insecure and far too serious girl she once was would have, but not Dax. A few hours after the the Defiant returned to DS9 the U.S.S. Sutherland docked, having just come from battle with the Cardassians they were in need of major repairs. Jadzia knew several members of that crew from her days before coming to DS9 and in no time had organized a party in Quark's for the them.

After spending much of the day debriefing Captain Sisko and wading through new Dominion intelligence, Worf felt mentally exhausted. He had barely been able to focus on anything after that meeting in the Defiant's hallway with Jadzia. She had been right when she said that they didn't make any sense, so this was bound to happen someday. He kept telling himself that, but it didn't make it any easier. Jadzia had made it seem like she was doing him a favor by releasing him. Wasn't he supposed to be relieved that he was now free to pursue V'Ron, a real Klingon woman? He'd spent so much of their relationship comparing Jadzia to one that he shouldn't be surprised things ended up this way.

That night Worf walked by Quark's on the way to his quarters. The noise coming from the bar was a lot louder than usual for an average night like tonight. Worf wondered why Odo didn't shut it down. He peeked into the bar from the entrance. Someone was having a party.

Leeta spotted Worf and came over to see him, "Commander, I was wondering where you were!"

Worf looked confused, "Why?"

"Well if Jadzia's having a party we all figured you'd be showing up eventually."

Just then Worf spotted her. Jadzia was out of uniform. Her hair was down around her shoulders and she wore a purple jumpsuit; her favorite color when she didn't have to wear her uniform. She was working her magic on a crowd of officers, laughing, drinking and carrying on. Sitting next to her was someone Worf recognized as Lieutenant Atoa, one of Dax's many "friends."

"I am not much for parties," Worf replied quietly, still watching Jadzia.

Leeta could see that Worf was looking at Jadzia. She could also see that Jadzia was sitting awfully close to another man.

"I... think I hear Quark calling me," she said, and quickly escaped what was obviously an awkward situation.

Dax was doing what she always did, she was surrounding herself with friends and fun to get over how she really felt. She was devastated, but to look at her no one would ever know. Amidst everything going on around her, Jadzia could feel him. She turned her eyes towards the door and there he was. Worf was watching her, but the look on his face was not angry or jealous, it was... empty. Jadzia and Worf held one another's gaze for what seemed like an eternity. Suddenly Jadzia felt naked and exposed, as if Worf could see right through what she was trying to do by throwing a party right after they broke up.

What in the world did she see in Worf anyway? He hated things like this, the noise, the revelry, the exaggerated stories, the small talk with people he barely knew all annoyed him. Jadzia had at first thought she was drawn to Worf because of Curzon, but over time she realized it was more than that. Before being joined, Jadzia had been a very quiet, serious, introverted young woman and Worf connected with that part of her. That was the part that few people saw, the vulnerable part of who she was. And that was the part that ached seeing him standing there alone.

It was Worf that broke the gaze by turning and walking away.

The next day, Worf had another debriefing and strategy meeting with V'Ron. He had not seen her since their tryst as Kahless and Lukara. In light of what had happened between himself and Jadzia on the Defiant, Worf should have been looking forward to seeing V'Ron again. Yet instead he felt uneasy; he had no idea what to expect or how to proceed.

V'Ron, ever the early one, was there before Worf arrived. They were meeting in the part of the station Captain Sisko had set aside for General Martok's use. There was a conference room, smaller than the Ward Room near ops but similarly designed. V'Ron was was seated at the table, three padds were laid out before her. She was studying them intently, going back and forth from one to the other. The glow from the table cast enough light on her face to show off her striking features. Worf stood there for a moment taking in the site of her.

"Officer V'Ron," Worf said formally as he entered the room.

She sat back in her chair and smiled up at him, trying her best not to show just how happy she was to see him, "Commander, it is good to see you," she motioned to a mug sitting on the table, "I just replicated a raktajino for you, it should still be hot."

"Thank you," he replied, though in all honesty he wasn't a fan of raktajino and would have prefered a prune juice. Just then Worf realized that he'd never had a glass of prune juice in front of V'Ron.

"You know, I was beginning to think you were avoiding me," she said with a tease in her voice.

"Avoiding you?"

"This is the first that I've seen you since the Defiant returned."

"I have been ... busy."

She smiled, "I see. Busy. Well, you are here now," she carefully stacked the padds and pushed them aside, "And for some reason I feel as if I owe you an apology."

Worf sat down at the table, across from her, "An apology?"

"Whatever I did to make you leave the holosuite so abruptly was not my intention. I very much wanted to see how that programs ends."

"We all know how the story ends," Worf replied.

"We all know how it ended for Kahless and Lukara," V'Ron paused, "But what of Worf and V'Ron? There was no denying what was happening between us. Why you chose to run from it I do not know. Perhaps it was more intense than you are accustomed to?"

Worf bristled at what felt like a wound to his pride, "I left because I did not wish to bring dishonor to either of us."

"Dishonor?" She laughed, "Don't worry, Worf, I'm not old fashioned enough to have expected a marriage proposal at the end of it."

That is considered old fashioned? he thought to himself, "I am referring to Commanded Dax. If you and I had been, intimate, it would have dishonored her as my par'mach'kai."

V'Ron had never met a man who kept to Klingon codes of honor more rigidly than Worf did, "Worf, I seriously doubt that the gatekeeper is going to bar you from entering Stovokor just because you once cheated on a Trill."

Worf was taken aback, "Honor is honor regardless of whether or not the person is a Klingon."

"Alright then, to satisfy honor, I will challenge her for you."

Worf lowered his eyes, "As it stands, at this point that will not be necessary."

"Oh?"

He sighed, "Commander Dax chose to end our relationship."

V'Ron was quiet for a moment. She would have preferred it if Worf had ended things but this would have to do. V'Ron stood from her seat and came over to Worf's side of the table. She sat on the table right next to where Worf's hands were folded on the surface. Slowly, she crossed her legs and spoke gently to him, "That is for the best Worf. I can see how being here all alone made someone like Dax seem like a viable choice for a mate. But you don't need to settle for an alien anymore."

"And why is that?" Worf asked, even though he felt fairly certain of the answer.

"Because you have me," V'Ron leaned closer, her long hair cascaded over her shoulders. Worf tried not to stare at the generous curve of her breasts that were only centimeters from his face. Then again, he reminded himself that there was no reason to feel guilty anymore, "Worf, you and I would be amazing together. We could start over in the Empire, with a House named for us. A new beginning based on our new family."

"I thought you said marriage was old fashioned?"

"I said I wouldn't expect it after our first night together," V'Ron twirled her fingers through Worf's ponytail, "But I am still a Klingon woman and family is still the most important thing to me. I want to give you a family, the family I know you have always wanted."

Worf couldn't deny how appealing that was to him. The reality was that Jadzia wasn't very interested in marriage, which was something Worf wanted very much. He looked up at her, "Why me?"

"Being around these aliens has dulled your senses, Worf," she said, continuing to stroke his hair, "When two Klingon hearts beat as one, there is no need to ask why. You felt it in the holosuite but you tried to run from it. We are meant to be, and it is for neither of us to question."

Before he realized what was happening, Worf's found himself touching the crossed leg that she seemed to be presenting to him with the way she was sitting. Slowly his hand moved up her form, to the curve of her back. Worf drew her body nearer and V'Ron lowered her face so close to his that they could feel the heat from one another's breath, breathing that was becoming more rapid and shallow.

"MoVas Akee Rustak," V'Ron whispered.

"Kosh Tomah-"

Worf's response was eagerly silenced by her lips upon his. V'Ron had been waiting for this moment since she met him. Though it had taken a lot longer than she'd thought, she knew she'd be able to make him forget that Trill. Worf was the type of man she'd been waiting for, a Klingon who didn't care about her past and would be happy to let her mold him into the kind of husband she wanted. She'd have to get him to leave Starfleet, but after a few nights with her, V'Ron knew Worf would be willing to do just about anything.

Just then the door to the meeting room opened and a young Klingon entered. "Forgive the intrusion, but there is an urgent message for Officer V'Ron from the High Council that requires priority one attention."

V'Ron looked at the junior officer with a glare that could kill, "I will be right there," she growled. She stood from the table and looked down at Worf, "We will have to finish this later."

Worf nodded. When the two of them left, the doors closed and Worf sat there alone. He felt overwhelmed by all this, but then again he'd felt overwhelmed when Jadzia first approached him as well. Worf sighed. Jadzia. It bothered him that V'Ron had been so dismissive of dishonoring her. It also bothered him that during the kiss they'd just shared, Jadzia's face was the one he saw when he closed his eyes. Worf looked down at the cup of now cold raktajino. He sighed again, took the cup the the replicator and got a glass of prune juice instead.

General Martok had been away on Qo'noS since shortly after V'Ron arrived on Deep Space Nine. He was due back today and after everything that had happened Worf needed some guidance from the man who was quickly becoming one of the best friends he'd ever had. The ship Martok was coming in on docked at airlock four and Worf was there waiting for him.

"Worf! You must have missed me while I was away," The General chided him when he saw him there waiting.

"Did you enjoy your time on The Homeworld?"

"Very much. I have not seen my home in years, and there were times in that prison camp that I thought I might never see it again. It was a welcome sight."

"And I take it Lady Sirella was pleased to see you?" Worf asked. He figured asking Martok about his wife would be a good way to casually lead into the dilemma he was having.

"Oh yes," Martok said as they walked through the habitat ring, "And I was very pleased to see her. I had given up ever being with her again," Martok's voice always took on dreamy tone whenever he spoke about his wife.

"You two have been married for a long time, have you not?"

"Sirella did me the honor of becoming my wife nearly thirty years ago."

"How did you... how did you know that she was the one meant for you?" Worf asked.

"When a warrior has met his match there is no question. When I no longer had to ask, that is when I knew."

Worf was quiet.

"These are unusual questions for you, Worf."

"I am in an unusual situation."

"Are things not well for the Son of Mogh and his par'mach'kai?"

They entered Martok's quarters on the station. Worf wasn't sure how to begin or to even really explain what was going on, "My whole life I have made safe and practical choices, yet being with Jadzia has been anything but. She and I have to come an... impasse. It is making me wonder if I should make a different choice."

Martok tossed the bag he'd been carrying over his shoulder onto the floor, "A different choice, eh? Worf, it sounds like you've caught the scent of another woman. So who is she?" Martok headed straight for his stock of blood wine and poured them both a drink.

"Intellgience Officer V'Ron."

"Ahhh," Martok settled into his chair, "I should have seen that coming. I could tell she caught your eye when you met her. I take it you wouldn't be so vexed about all this if the sentiment wasn't mutual."

Worf sighed, something he was doing a lot of lately, "I do not know what to do."

"What do you want to do?"

Worf sat across from his friend and took a drink from the cup he'd been given, "I feel very torn. Part of me wants to honor what I have with Jadzia. But V'Ron... "

That brought out one of Martok's hearty belly laughs, "So let me guess. You heart is with Jadzia, but V'Ron has awakened other parts of you."

"V'Ron makes sense. Outside of the obvious, we are very much alike and want the same things. She is the kind of woman I always thought I wanted for myself."

Martok took another drink, "Worf, I am a commoner from nowhere. I always imagined having a wife a lot like my own mother. My mother raised a house full of children while working hard alongside my father. And yet, I fell for a daughter from a noble bloodline who had never worked a day in her life and could hardly stand me when we met."

"So you are saying I should not take the safe route?"

"I am saying that I know you love Jadzia. And though outwardly she might not seem like a good match for you, that doesn't mean she is not exactly what you need. "

Worf shook his head, "Everything is a battle with Jadzia."

"The warrior this is never challenged becomes weak."

"I do not even think she wants to be with me anymore."

"We are not Vulcans, Worf. We Klingons think with our heart. We feel, then we decide. Do that and you will never go wrong."

Worf had been useless since returning from the Defiant's scouting mission. Little did he know it, but Jadzia was feeling the same way. Today he'd somehow managed to go the entire duty shift without actually completing anything productive. Dax came on duty about an hour after he did, and he'd spent most of the time watching her and hearing Martok's words going through his mind, "We Klingons think with our heart. We feel, then we decide."

Jadzia knew Worf was at his station behind her, and was able to steal a few glances when he wasn't looking. They'd gone the whole day without even making eye contact, let alone talking to one another. This is not what she'd wanted. She wanted her friend back, but they'd obviously gone too far as a couple to go back to the way things had been before that. Jadzia spent most of the day wondering what was happening between Worf and V'Ron now that she'd basically given them her blessing. Dax was haunted by the image of Worf standing outside of Quark's looking in. She would have been able to handle it better if he'd been angry, or even if he'd been there with V'Ron, but instead the sadness she could see in his eyes both surprised and crushed her.

Time seemed to be moving at a snail's pace. Worf shook his head, silently cursing himself. He could not go on like this. Jadzia had freed him to pursue the Klingon woman of his dreams, yet instead of doing that he'd been thinking of nothing but her. Martok had been right, Jadzia may not have been the woman he'd imagined for himself, but she was exactly who he needed.

Lieutenant Davies arrived on the turbolift to relieve Worf from duty. Worf usually gave him a rundown of the day's events, sometimes he even stayed longer to finish other things, but not today. Worf nearly ran to the turbolift but before he stepped on, he stopped.

We Klingons think with our heart. We feel, then we decide.

As if his legs had a mind of their own, Worf began descending the steps towards Dax's station at the center of ops. She could hear the footfalls coming towards her and knew it was him.

Worf wasn't sure what had come over him, but he decided to for once to not think and to just do. In seconds, he found himself standing behind her.

"Commander," Worf paused and lowered his voice, "I need to see you."

Jadzia didn't turn to face him, "Is there something I can help you with, Commander?" she managed to ask as nonchalantly as possible.

"Jadzia..."

He only used to first name when he was referring to her as his par'mach'kai. That got her to turn around, "Yes?"

Suddenly Worf felt like everyone in ops was staring at them, "I need to speak with you, privately."

"Now?"

"No," Worf thought a moment, "Tonight. The Defiant's mess, perhaps?"

Jadzia wanted to pretend to be busy so as not to seem too eager. The problem was, she was eager, "Alright, I'll be there."

Worf wasn't sure what was going to happen. He knew what he wanted; he wanted Jadzia back, that is where his heart was. But what would he say? How would he get Jadzia to feel the same way? He paced the small mess hall on the Defiant, which had lately become their own personal dining room since Worf had the ship all to himself when it was docked.

"Computer, decrease lights by 50%" Worf said. The lights dimmed. Music perhaps? Would that be too much? Would she be hungry? Maybe if he had her favorite meal waiting for her it would-

Worf's indecisiveness was interrupted when the door slid open and Jadzia entered. Her hands were about as tightly clasped behind her back as Worf had ever seen. She was nervous, and doing a terrible job of hiding it.

The door slid closed behind her, but Jadzia stayed close to it.

"Thank you for coming," he began.

"We've got to find a way to work this out. We can't keep having awkward days like today, Benjamin will end up re-assigning one of us."

"More likely me than you," Worf replied.

"You'd be surprised," she said with a small smile that Worf returned. The moment quickly faded into awkward silence. Jadzia spoke, "So why did you ask me here?"

"I do not know where to begin..."

She waited. Jadzia wasn't going to let him off easy. "How about you start by telling me how you feel?"

"I love you."

Worf blunt response took them both by surprise. They'd exchanged many endearments in the time they'd been together, but neither had ever confessed love. Worf was looking directly at Jadzia and she could see the sincerity in his eyes. His words were raw and filled with emotion. He sounded almost... helpless.

Jadzia was stunned. Normally, she'd say something witty or sarcastic to lighten the moment, but right now she didn't want to make light of what Worf had just said to her. She knew how difficult it was for him to reveal his emotions.

Worf hadn't planned to say what he just did. He knew he loved Jadzia, but he had no idea if she felt the same way. "You said to me that you and I do not make sense. You were right, we don't. You also said that there was someone else out there that is better for me," he paused, "About that, you were wrong. There is no one else."

Slowly, Jadzia sat at one of the tables in the room, "Worf, since we got together you have compared me to a Klingon woman. I know that my experience with your culture made me someone you could feel comfortable with. I suppose I thought that was enough. Lately, things seemed to be getting better between us. But then she arrived and..." her voice faded, "I meant what I said. I cannot be to you what she can," Jadzia looked up at him, "I will never be a Klingon woman."

"I do not want a Klingon woman," Worf sat across from Jadzia and took her hand in his, "I want you."

Jadzia shook her head, "I want to believe that you mean that. But every time a Klingon ship docks I'm going to be wondering if we'll have to go down this road again."

Worf knew he was going to have to put it all out there if she was going to trust him again, "I will admit to being... intrigued by V'Ron. I have never had a woman like her take interest in me and it was very flattering. But you could see what was happening even before I could and I should have listened. My actions were not honorable and for that, I apologize to you."

"I felt jealous and insecure," Jadzia admitted honestly, "No man, or woman for that matter, has made me feel that way in very very long time. I couldn't imagine why you would settle for a substitute for a Klingon woman when there was a real one ready and waiting."

Worf shook his head, "You are no substitute, Jadzia. If I made you feel that way then I apologize sincerely."

"I don't want you to be with me just because we were together first and you think sticking it out with me is the honorable thing to do. I want you to want me," Jadzia paused, "The way that I want you."

"I would gladly spend my life proving it to you."

"We are two very different people, Worf."

"I watched you in Quark's the other night and I realized that I love you for those differences. You are everything I am not. I do not want you to be anything but who you are."

Jadzia nodded, then smiled playfully, "It's kind of fun knowing that someone is interested in you, isn't it?"

"I got to experience what it is like to be you."

"You'll need a few more V'Rons before you know what it's like to be me," she laughed, "But as long as I know you're coming home to me, I don't mind if you have a little fun," she narrowed her eyes, "Emphasis on little."

"I will always come home to you. That is, if you will have me again."

"Are you sure that's what you want? You'll have to put up with me and all those differences."

"I can drink prune juice with you."

That got her to laugh again, "Is that all it takes?

Worf's voice became serious as he leaned in closer to her, "I already told you, Jadzia. I love you. There is no denying that, even if I wanted to. There is no other woman for me, Klingon or otherwise."

They were silent for a long time. Jadzia finally spoke up, "One of the goals of a Trill host is to gather new experiences for the symbiont. They encourage us to step out of our comfort zone, to take risks and to try new things," she flashed him that smile he loved so much, "You Worf, definitely qualify."

"I know that I have not made things easy for us..."

"That's putting it mildly," Jadzia quipped.

"I have very little experience with relationships. You are more than I could have ever imagined and I have been... afraid."

"Afraid?"

"Afraid that if I did not hold onto you tightly, too tightly it would seem, that I would never be able to keep you with me. I will not make that mistake any longer."

Jadzia looked down at her hands. This was more vulnerable that she had let herself be with someone in a long time. It felt surprisingly good, "Worf, I don't know what the future holds for us but I do know that I want to see this thing through. That is, as long as you're up for it."

"I am always up for a challenge."

"So now all that's left is for you to break up with your Klingon girlfriend."

Worf growled, "She is not my girlfriend."

"Well you need to do something, I don't want her showing up in my lab trying to push me around anymore," Jadzia thought a moment, "On second thought, I think I'd like to have a talk with her."

Jadzia Dax never let anyone get the upper hand on her, yet she had allowed just that with V'Ron. The next day Jadzia found the Klingon Intelligence Officer having lunch at the replimat. She was seated alone, eating and reading from a padd. Dax took a deep breath, squared her shoulders and went right over to her.

"We need to talk."

V'Ron didn't even bother looking up from her work at the Trill who was standing over her trying her best to be intimidating, "And why would I need to talk to you?"

Jadzia invited herself to a seat, "Fine, don't talk, just listen. Worf is my par'mach'kai and you knew that. By pursuing him you openly dishonored me. Fortunately for you we are on a Federation space station and I'm a Starfleet Officer, which means I can't just kill you for that like you deserve."

V'Ron looked over her padd at Jadzia, "If there was any dishonor done towards you, it was not just my own. I may have been pursuing your par'mach'kai, but he wasn't exactly running away."

"I know Worf is not without blame and I have dealt with him. Now I'm dealing with you."

V'Ron finally put her work down. She sat back in her chair and crossed her arms. The expression on her face was amused, "Does this little act of yours work on other people? It's quite entertaining watching you try to scare me. Are you going to have to do this every time a Klingon woman crosses his path? That could get exhausting."

Jadzia narrowed her eyes, "I have said what I had to say and I am not going to argue with you. You and Worf have to work together and I understand that. But that is all it will be."

"I think that is for Worf to decide."

"You're right, it is." Jadzia stood, "And he has. Have a good afternoon."

~finis 8/26/13