Lemon

Kiss It and Make It Better

She was upside down and screaming her release when the doorbell rang a few hours later. Tyr ignored it, but Isabelle was focused on it now. When it rang again, Tyr laid her down on the bed gently before storming towards the door angrily.

"Tyr, no," Isabelle yelled, scrambling for her clothes. Too late, the door opened, exposing his naked body to whoever was there. She grabbed a silk sheet off the bed (where the hell had she gotten silk sheets?) and stumbled toward where Dax was stuttering in embarrassment. She came up under his arm and positioned herself in front of her naked husband before the whole block got an eyeful.

"H-hello, Lieutenant," she stuttered, knowing that she must look like a mess. They'd made love continuously since that first time with only short breaks to sleep. Her power meant that they didn't need food or drink. As he'd loved her, her power had increased. She probably smelled funny, she was covered in sweat and their mingled juices, and her hair was a wreck. Feeling sticky and gross, she faced the counselor.

The counselor herself was in a stupor from witnessing perfection. She'd been sent by the Captain to check on the doctor. But obviously, she was in good health. "Um, hi, Darla. I was j-just- You're glowing," she managed.

"Thank you," the woman said quietly, looking down in embarrassment. "I apologize for my husband, Tyr Anasazi. He's not always the most polite or socially acceptable when it comes to me," she said, smiling shyly up at him when he kissed her hair. "How can I help you, Lieutenant?"

"Well, Captain Sisko was worried about you when you didn't show up to your shift a week ago. We-"

"It's been a week?" she gasped in horror. "Oh my God, I didn't realize! I'll just-"

"Relax," Dax said soothingly. "There hasn't been a patient in Sick Bay in a week. We've been exploring the phenomenon and we thought we could use your input on it. But it seems that it's you healing the crew."

"I'm so sorry. I just can't-"

"There's nothing to be sorry about Darla-"

"Isabelle."

"Excuse me?"

"My real name is Isabelle Bateman. I had it changed officially when I returned from my kidnapping, but I didn't bother correcting anyone when I got here. I feel like correcting people now."

"Oh. Well, why not before?"

"I was miserable before. I'm not as miserable now. It makes a difference in my disposition. I'll report to Ops immediately."

"No she won't," Tyr cut into the conversation, not liking the as miserable comment one little bit. "You'll see her in another two weeks. As her husband, I have work to do on her. Make it happen. Good day," he commanded forcefully, closing the door in her face. Ezri blinked, then pulled herself together and walked away to report to Sisko.

"Captain, I'm happy to report that Doctor DeLong is alive and well. Better than well in fact. Her husband has... requested… that she be granted another two weeks of leave."

"Now wait just one minute!" Miles cut into the conversation angrily. "Now we gave them a week despite my better judgment. Who knows what he's doing to her in there? I requested that we break down the door three days ago-"

"With respect, Chief, we know exactly what he's doing to her," Bashir smirked at his friend. "If Darla wants another-"

"Isabelle."

"Excuse me?"

"Apparently, little Darla changed her name after she returned from her kidnapping and didn't bother to tell anybody."

"Really?" Sisko said, intrigued. "Computer, pull up the official record of Darla DeLong." They all read that she'd changed not only her name but her age, decreasing it by two years. She'd also listed her species as Zarkonen and added a side note about being something called a Khaleesi. Her parents were listed as the O'Briens.

"Well, our little Isabelle has a great deal of explaining to do when she reports for duty in two weeks."

"Two weeks? Sir, you're not really going along with this request, are you? He could be forcing her into-"

"Chief, your daughter has never taken a vacation in all her years of service. Before all this happened, I was about to suggest a month of leave for her, just to get her away from the station for a while. I see no issue with giving her two more weeks in her own quarters. She's a grown woman. What she does with her husband and the father of her child is her business and no one else's. Now, Sector five alpha was reporting a plasma leak that needs fixing. I expect you to report there immediately and take care of the problem personally, am I clear?"

"Crystal, sir," Miles said angrily, heading to the section in question. He'd just see about this vacation nonsense after his shift.

… …

Tyr answered the door chime when Miles came to see his daughter later that night. He'd showered with his woman and worn her out many times that day. Now he was dressed in a terry cloth robe and was prepared to talk to whoever was bothering them this time.

"Hello, Dad. What can I do for you?"

"That's Chief O'Brien to you, Anasazi. You hurt my daughter to the point of death after all. As for what I want… You can go get my daughter. I want to talk to her. It's been a week; her mother is worried sick."

"You can't talk to her right now. She's sleeping." Tyr set an intimidating stance, but the man didn't seem phased by it.

"She's had all week to sleep. Get her out here now!"

"I'm not going to disturb my wife and child to satisfy your need for control. She's not near death's door anymore, but she's still fragile. You can see her in two weeks when I've got her properly glowing again. She still fades in and out."

"How do I even know I can trust you? You put her at death's door. Then you squirrel her away and claim that-"

A scream filled the home and Tyr's reaction was immediate. He ran back to the bedroom, which was farther away than it should have been, and to the crying woman. Miles ran into the quarters and momentarily had to stop in amazement. The entire space was twice the size it should be, and the word to describe it was… lavish. Cardassian architecture didn't hold sway here. Everything was softer and more rounded. Before he could explore the cluttered area more thoroughly, a low sob caught his attention. He ran into the bedroom to see the two hugging tightly.

"This has to stop, Bliss," he said slowly, cupping the side of her face in his palm.

"I woke up a-and you were gone," she whined, sounding very young. Miles couldn't believe the difference. She sounded weak, unsure.

"And what if I was relieving myself?" She looked at him piercingly, tears slipping down her hot cheeks. Tyr sighed heavily and tried again. "Isabelle, you're going to have to trust me. I won't leave you. You and this baby are mine. I won't be walking away anytime soon. In fact, I won't be walking away at all. You have to trust that I will always come back to you. I love you, woman. You belonged to me from the first moment you chose me. My betrayal was through ignorance only. I could never knowingly betray you. Trust in me, Bliss." He leaned in and kissed her tenderly, softly taking over her senses.

"I… I wanna believe you," she whispered against his lips.

"Then trust in me, Bliss. Just trust me. I'm not going to hurt you." He was speaking so convincingly, so earnestly that even Miles wanted to believe him. Little Isabelle was crying though, so he paid attention.

"I don't know what to-"

"Trust me, my love." He kissed her neck, where a host of hickeys were and she gasped meaningfully, leaning into his touch. She sighed contentedly, laying back in bed and opening up for his inspection. Miles wanted to say something, anything to interrupt his daughter getting violated, but nothing came to mind. She was radiant, projecting peace and love at the moment. After everything the Nietzschean had put her through the last few months, he didn't have the guts to destroy her happiness. He crept away stealthily, to the moans of his little girl. Once he was at the door, he set up a double lock for the door and put in a code that only he could override. He still didn't like it, but the girl was responsive to the Nietzschean right now. Only time would tell if that trust was earned. He'd give her two weeks to recover and see if her supposed 'husband' was telling the truth.

The next two weeks passed slowly with little to do. The station was running perfectly by now. Even Bajor was enjoying the fringe benefits of hosting a Khaleesi. The land was unusually bountiful and there was virtually no illness among the people. The planet was enjoying an unprecedented time of healing and prosperity. So much so that many pilgrimages were arranged to the Station.

No one came near their door. No one wanted to disturb the good vibes emanating from the girl. By now the entire crew was in the best shape of their lives. The inside of the station was very luxurious, and things were functioning at peak performance. The Dominion had tried attacking twice in the last two weeks, but the Bamboozolin had made short work of the intruders. Starfleet would have given anything to have some of the technology on that ship, but the Prime Directive forbade it.

"Computer, open the door!" Isabelle said for the fourth time that morning. She was dressed and relaxed, ready to report back for duty, but the door wouldn't open!

"Override key not accepted," the computer said yet again.

"Okay, let's try this another way. Computer, who set the override code?"

"Override key set by Chief of Operations, Miles O'Brien."

"Dad!" she yelled into her communicator. "Let us out of this room!"

"Are you sure that you want out?" the man taunted. "Are you sure you don't want another week or two to fornicate with that alien!"

"I want the ability to come and go as I please out of my own rooms! I'm a grown-ass woman! I'll 'fornicate' with whomever I please!"

"Don't you talk to me like that, I'm your father!"

"You're being selfish and unfair! Let me out of here!"

Miles was taking a perverse pleasure from being the only one who could set them free. Apparently, Khaleesi powers didn't apply to double locks.

"You know, I think I'll just leave you there a few more hours. Show you what it feels like to disappear on your crewman out of the blue."

"Daddy…"

"You are upsetting my woman," Tyr said quietly and with threat. "Open the door." Miles quickly said the override key, suddenly scared for his life. He hadn't meant for it to go this far, but he'd been so angry at his daughter and had wanted to punish her for her disappearance. But that voice, the sheer amount of menace in that dark voice, was enough to change his mind. "Thank you," Tyr said politely and the comm channel switched off.

"What a jerky thing to do," the girl said angrily, rushing to make it to Ops on time. She was no longer glowing. The two ran through the promenade, oblivious to the changes her power had made there. The only thing she noticed about the place was how much more crowded it was, constantly having to go around people and excuse herself from people blocking her path. She got to Ops with seconds to spare and glared at her father balefully.

"You're late, doctor," Captain Sisko said harshly.

"You're lucky I made it at all, what with the academy-style prank the Operations Chief pulled this morning! Daddy locked me in my room like a willful cadet!"

Chief O'Brien looked embarrassed but determined to have his say. "My daughter needed to be taught a lesson about abandoning her shipmates! For three weeks we haven't been able to reach her. Anything could have happened!"

"She's already pregnant, Chief," Bashir snarkily put in. "What more did you expect? Twins?" Everyone chuckled at the remark, but Miles looked combative.

"It's no laughing matter! What if the Cardassians had attacked or the Dominion had been able to get through? She would have been totally vulnerable!"

"They would have had to get through the whole station and challenge Bajor to get her, and you know that," Dax said with a smile.

"It shouldn't have come to that!"

"The Bamboozolin is a highly advanced ship. Nothing on this side of the rift can offer a threat to it," The Nietzschean said angrily. "If you truly thought she was in danger, you wouldn't have locked her away. You would have made it easier for her to escape. No, you were just being selfish and hoping to get a rise out of her. My lady is no longer glowing. She's upset and I will not tolerate it, Dad."

"What are you even doing in Ops? You're not a member of this crew."

"I'm her protector. Where she goes, I go."

Miles balked at his gall. "She doesn't need protection right now. Get off the-"

"You said it yourself; these are uncertain times. I need to be available to protect her at all times. I won't have my Bliss upset just to satisfy your need for control. She's carrying my child. She will be relaxed and happy for the duration of her pregnancy."

"Why you arrogant-"

"That's enough, both of you," Isabelle stepped in on her own behalf. "I am not a chess piece for the two of you to move around at will! I'm a person and I have feelings. Captain, can we agree that locking me in my room was juvenile and selfish of my father?"

"Yes," the Captain agreed readily, wondering where this was going.

"Can you guarantee that it won't happen again? Otherwise, I'll just make myself a guest on the Bamboozolin."

"I think things can be arranged so that you won't have to worry about that anymore," Sisko said with a hard look at his Chief Engineer. "Your freedom and comfort are a top priority."

"I just want to be left to my work," she said desperately. "I'm happy doing my job as a doctor. I want everyone to respect that, and let me do my job!"

"That sounds reasonable," the man being addressed said gently. "I'll do my best to arrange it."

"Thank you," she said gratefully. "Now what's my assignment for the day, sir?"

"You will report to the Med deck. There are currently no casualties there, but that could change. Dismissed!"

"Yes sir," she said with a shaky smile. She glowered at her father as she left, Nietzschean trailing behind her menacingly.

Sisko turned to his Chief of Operations. "Who authorized you to make your own daughter a prisoner in her own home?"

"Nobody, sir. I just-"

"You just felt the need to do an illegal detainment for the hell of it."

"Sir, Isabelle is-"

"Isabelle is a grown woman! She is also a free citizen of the United Federation of Planets. I will not have you harassing her for your own ends. Is that understood?"

"Sir, she's my daughter!"

"She's also a wife and mother, Chief. You're going to have to find a way to live with that. Without locking her up like some common criminal. Tyr isn't going away. But your daughter might if you continue to push her."

"She would never-"

"She chooses to call you 'dad'. But she is not your child. And even if she were, she's an adult. Adult children make their own lives," The Commander said, thinking of his own son. "If you want to remain a part of her life, you're going to have to learn how to compromise."

"I've never had to compromise with my own daughter before."

"She's never had anything to compromise over before. Anasazi is her husband and the father of her child. You saw how miserable she was without him. Now that he's here, she is not going to just… Give him up to please you. She's in love. For better or worse, you have to find a way to accept that reality. Or you're going to lose her." The Captain and Chief Engineer stared each other down, but Miles knew in his heart that he was in the wrong this time. He resolved to find his little girl and make things right with her by the end of the day. No way was Tyr going to win her from him so easily.