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You let out a sigh of relief, rocking your head side to side. Trying to relieve the pent up tension in your body that comes from a long day at work. The medical bay filled to the brim with all manner of issues befalling the inhabitants of Deep Space Nine. It was days like this you wondered why you’d ever considered going into nursing, especially to end up working on a Federation starbase.  

You couldn’t help, however, the feeling you needed to do something to contribute. Having left everything behind when the Cardassians destroyed what was left of your family and home. Joining the Federation felt as if it was the only way you could help against the conflict—to be a part of something meaningful again when everything you had cared about was gone. 

It had been so long now that even your most vivid memories of home were at best clouded and distorted fragments—images of a forgotten time. Your loneliness, often making you a recluse. Keeping to yourself was one thing you were so good at, you wondered if anyone really noticed when you were gone. You hardly noticed anyone, that was, except him. 

It was an intense afternoon when word that Gul Dukat had boarded the station with a mysterious man set you on edge. The looming threat of war, always on your mind. It was in Quark’s that you first saw him, sitting by yourself and finishing up a well-earned drink before heading back to your quarters. 

You glanced over and saw him sitting beside Dukat. A Votra man, the only one you had ever seen before. His piercing lavender eyes and handsome face, striking as you watched them sitting with Captain Sisko. A passing sight that managed to distract you from the loathsome Cardassian, though it would be some time before you’d see the mystery man again.

The next time would be even less eventful as far as anyone else was concerned but you. Seeing him as you passed by on the promenade. Only this time your eyes met with his for a short time as he continued on his conversation with some Cardassians and a small group of Jem’Hadar. Though it lasted only seconds, the encounter had you quickly making your way back to your quarters. Leaning back against the wall as you felt your heart pounding against the weight of your ribs. Finding yourself more than a bit short of breath after just a short sight of him. 

You were left wondering from that moment on what was wrong with you. Trying your best to deny your attraction to him. How could you be getting so flustered by a man who found good company with the likes of Cardassians and Jem'Hadar. Who aligned himself, unquestionably, with the Dominion. A man who appeared as if he always got exactly what he wanted, even at the expense of others—and all with that damn smile.

Nevertheless, for the next few months you'd spend your time imagining things—unspeakable things happening between you. A bit disappointed when you overheard one of the Ferengi mention that Vorta were a species of clones. Maybe desires of the flesh held no interest for them. While they certainly did for you. The feelings, growing so strong it was getting harder to hide the more he was on board. 

Today was no different as you sat in the bar, once again sipping on your second Bajorn ale. Weyoun was across from you on the Dabo wheel with a group of his lackeys. A common occurrence, when he wasn't assisting Dukat. You tried your best to avoid eye contact. Your eyes, keeping focused on the movement of fluid as she shifted around your glass when you felt someone sit across from you at the table.

“Enjoying the evening?” the voice asked, immediately you knew who it was. Looking up to see that smug Vorta visage staring back at you.

“Yeah... uh… sure I suppose.” You answered, looking around for an excuse to leave. As you turned to face the door, Weyoun placed his hand over yours on the table. Instantly you felt the flush of heat hitting your cheeks. Hoping they wouldn't betray you as you turned back to face him.

“Do I make you nervous?” Weyoun asked, seemingly already knowing the answer.

“I—ah no.” you told him, taking the last swig of ale from your glass.

“Pardon my forwardness, but I wanted to introduce myself. I am Weyoun.” He told you, but you both knew that you already knew.

“I'm Nurse—” you began before he cut you off.

“I know who you are. You see, I have taken the opportunity to get to know all Bajorans on board.” he explained, smiling at you as he relaxed back in the chair. Crossing one leg over the other. Looking very distinguished in his layered, asymmetrical suit.

“Is that right?” 

“Well, maybe not ALL of them. I have noticed you however. I seem to catch your attention. Quite easily as a matter of fact.” He smirked. His words, making your heart race. You swallowed back the knot forming tight in your throat. How could he have known?

“I'm not sure what you mean.” You said in a panic when Weyoun began chuckling to himself.

“I beg to differ. Even to those not blessed with a keen eye, such as myself, it's easy to see you have some sort of attraction. I noticed the other day when I caught you staring at me from across the promenade.” He explained, wondering to yourself if he could tell right now just how panicked you were on the inside. Your skin, clammy and drained of color from both frustrated by your feelings but also how intrigued you were by him.

“I must be going.” You told him as you rose quickly from the table. Weyoun, grabbing your hand as you tried to leave. Those bright lavender orbs, staring into you as if they could see your inner thoughts and desires. It was a miracle you were able to keep your composure. 

“I look forward to seeing you soon.” He said with a smile. You nodded back at him as you made your way out of the bar. 

Devastation had fallen on Deep Space Nine. Only mere days after your uneasy encounter with Weyoun, the station had become occupied by the Dominion. Only your fellow Bajorans and a few stragglers left behind. All of you under the control of Dukat and the Cardassians, the worst possible scenario.

Though there had been a non-aggression pact made between the Bajorans and the Dominion, it did little to nothing to alleviate your concerns. All of you watching and waiting for Major Kira and Chief Security Officer Odo to give you hope that things would return to as they were. The hope that the Bajor would be free of Cardassians influence and that Deep Space Nine would once again be under Captain Sisko’s command. You were angry, deeply. 

It was this anger that kept you away from Weyoun as much as possible. Knowing he was an integral part of the station's current state only made your feelings for him more abhorrent. Whenever you left the infirmary, you kept your distance. Avoiding spending too much time on the promenade lest he see you. Secluding yourself more than ever within the confines of your cabin. You were leaving the infirmary after your shift when a pair of Jem’Hadar stopped you. 

“Excuse me.” You said as politely as your conscience would allow you, but neither of them would budge.

“You are to come with us. Your presence has been requested.”  One of them told you. Your stomach flipping as you walked along with them–seeing that they had led you to Weyoun’s quarters. Nervous at what awaited you once you went inside.

When the door opened you saw him sitting there. Eating his meal and surrounded by even more Jem’Hadar soldiers. When he saw you, he waved for you to come forward. Finishing up the mouthful before addressing you. Politely dabbing at his mouth to assure he looked presentable.

“Come, please sit.” He said as he stood up to greet you. You stood there frozen before him. Unsure if making a run for it would incite more conflict between you. But oh how badly you wanted to run. Already feeling his charm affecting you before you'd even said a word. 

“Ah…you are so apprehensive. Here this may help alleviate some of your concern.” Weyoun said as he gestured for the guards to leave the two of you alone together.

“Now that's better. Care to join me for some kava nuts and rippleberries?” He asked you, motioning towards the bounty of food that sat on the table before him. All you could do was nod, coming over to him slowly before the both of you took a seat. 

“They are quite good.” You smiled softly, breaking the long-standing silence between you. 

“I'm glad you're enjoying them. Us Vorta have quite limited tastes, but these have such lovely textures and a flavor I can actually appreciate.”

“I see. Thank you, can I ask why you wished to see me sir?”

“Weyoun, please.”

“Weyoun.”

“Ah yes well, now that you mention it. I thinking that there may be something else for which I wish to satisfy my…appetite.”

“Oh?” You said, taking in a deep breath and holding on to it. Filled with anticipation of what he might say next.

“You see, while my people may lack a general sense of aesthetics… I seem to find myself appreciating your appearance more and more.” He told you as he stood up and rounded the table. Your body stuffing up as he walked behind you. Placing both his hands atop your shoulders. 

“You know, before your fellow Federation colleagues took their leave, I learned something very interesting from your Chief medical officer… Bashir, was it?” He began.

“Yes.” 

“I am quite fascinated by genetics. My species of course has been almost completely altered by the Founders. I wonder, does this subject fascinate you as well?” he asked you, gripping your shoulders a bit. 

“I suppose…”

“Well then it may interest you to know… in a recent conversation with the good doctor, I have learned that our two species are...comparable.” he explained, his lips only millimeters from your ear. His warm breath, sending a tingle down your spine. The complications of his words, making you gulp, and your eyes widen. 

“I'm sorry, I'm not sure what you're getting at.” 

“Oh, I think you do.” He said taking in a deep inhale of you. You turned to face him, feeling that familiar pounding in your chest as you both stared at one another. 

“I—why?” You asked him.

“I know how much you care for your people and an alliance between us would only strengthen relations between them and the Dominion. I think that being said, you and I could come to some mutually beneficial agreement.”

“I didn't think Vorta could…” 

“Oh but we can and we will. You and I—together. Imagine it. A small half Bajoran, half Vorta child. A child that could unite us, help us end all the conflict between us. 

“I can't believe I'm even listening to this!” you said as you tried to stand up. Ready to leave quickly before things escalated further. Your mind telling you to run away and your heart aching to be held by him. To take him up on his offer. Giving you back the family you so desperately wanted.

“You're clearly interested in copulative relations with me…and, if I am to be honest, I am interested as well. This could be such a good thing for us both.” Weyoun said, as he leaned in over you. So close your breathing caused your breasts to press against his chest. The slight touch of him sending a throb between your thighs. 

“I—I need to…” you stammered, your breath quickening as he drew closer. His lips hovering just slightly before yours. 

“Need to what?” 

“I need to think about it.” You said, pushing past him and heading for the door. Weyoun sitting back down, pompous and prideful in his chair. The hint of arousal formed against the leg of his pants as he called out to you. 

“You do that. I'll be waiting.”

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You closed your eyes and took in a slow deep breath. It was amazing just how real it seemed—how you could feel the warmth of B’hava’el on your skin. The subtle sound of swaying grass in the wind and the scent of the wildflowers filling your nose. A cruel reality, however, patiently waiting just outside the holosuite walls. 

You had saved your Dabo winnings for weeks. Sliding Quark over some of the well acquired slips of gold-pressed latinum, for a few moments of contemplation in his holosuite. Setting course for Bajor, the only home you had ever known. Wanting so badly to be back to that place—to a time that no longer existed. 

You missed them—your beloved parents. As the only surviving child of the deeply religious Chercut Jarkog and his beautiful wife Luya, you were believed to be destined for great things. Loved and supported by them like no other. The idyllic family you once possessed, now you would give anything to have back.

You had everything you needed, though all would change when the Kiessa Monastery was burned to the ground. The same event that stole Major Kira’s father–her family, also took yours. Hundreds of misinformed Cardassian soldiers stealing from you the promised happiness of your future. All your hopes and dreams, just like the monastery—turned to ash.

This wasn’t the first time you sat in this exact spot, the same images on display before you. It was, however, the first time since Weyoun had approached you. Right now you wished so badly to ask the wisdom of your father and hear the gentle, kind advice of your mother. The things that would have surely guided you towards the right path.    

You felt more than a bit foolish for even considering it. The Dominion had never been accused of doing anything that wasn’t in their own interest. Even Weyoun seemed to be solely invested in his and their own personal gain. What kind of situation would that be to bring a child into? 

He does make a point, you thought to yourself as you stood up and readied to leave the Hootsuite. A relationship between Bajorans and the Dominion may lead to less conflict in the end—less lives lost between them. Of course the Founders themselves would never reproduce with the likes of the solids, even if they could. You supposed they were leaving that up to the other races such as their Vorta diplomats. The Vorta, always so eager to do the “negotiations” for their “Gods”. 

Then there was the other, unspoken truth. You were completely enamored with Weyoun. Thinking about him all the time, even in the night when you laid awake and alone in bed. You found him to be charming, handsome, and intelligent. All qualities that, had they been anyone else, might have led to an evening of stimulating conversation at Quark’s and shameful flirting. All culminating in a night of thrashing around in between the sheets without a second thought. 

He did admit an attraction to you, didn’t he? Maybe there was something there, something organic that could grow from that. That could mean more than just an agreement between you. You wondered if, maybe, sitting down to talk with him about it would help you make up your mind.

It had been days now since your meeting, as you paced around the promenade. Waiting for a chance to see him, and his Jem’Hadar entourage, making their way around so that you might speak. Hoping he would agree to at least sit down and talk things over before expecting you to make any final decision. Before you would agree, to something you had never imagined in a million years thought you'd be considering.  

You got your wish when you spotted Weyoun leaving the docking ring. He was accompanied by Dukat, a less than ideal situation. The idea of going anywhere near the tyrannical Cardassian made your skin crawl. The fact that you were even considering it now proved to you how you felt about Weyoun. 

As you watched them, standing still as you gathered up the nerve to proceed, Weyoun's eyes met with yours. Turning to excuse himself from Dukat’s company and making his way over to you. A pair of Jem'Hadar trailing along behind him. The Vorta, smiling widely as he approached you.

“Ah, there you are Nurse Chercut. I was wondering when you would turn up. Have you by chance given any consideration to our last conversation?” He asked you, the glint in his eyes telling you that he hoped you had. 

“Can… can we talk in private?” You asked him, fiddling with the curl in your hair. A gesture you often did when your nerves had gotten the better of you. 

“Of course.” Weyoun responded, dismissing his guards with a quick nod of his head. Taking a moment to inhale deeply before he continued on. “Well, now we are alone.” 

“I suppose.” You said, looking past him at the Jem’Hadar who stayed within earshot. You supposed, while on the promenade, there would be no way Weyoun would allow himself to be without them. They needed to be close enough to intervene if necessary. “I—I'm not sure how I feel about this.” was all you could muster. 

You continued to fidget with your hair as Weyoun's smirk grew. Noticing how you were carefully avoiding full eye contact with him, as you tried to decide what you might say. 

“You're lying.” he said, his tone astute and certain.

“No… I'm not. I—” you began when he cut you off. Closing the space between you. So close you could feel the heat radiating off his body. 

“Save your explanations…and veiled excuses for someone else, Ara. I am an expert in lying, both in telling and in the spotting. And you my dear, are lying.” he maintained. Very much aware of how easily he could read you. Your body language, confessing to him your thoughts long before they'd ever leave your lips.

“I wanted to talk it over more. It's a bit sudden even if I have…” you trailed off. Worried that you may have said too much, too soon.

“Have feelings for me?” Weyoun asked. You nodded carefully, looking around to see if anyone noteworthy had heard you. Wondering to yourself what someone like Major Kira say to hear you'd even consider such a proposition? 

“Yes.” You replied, your voice barely above a whisper. Weyoun tilted downward. His breath, hot against your ear and neck.

“Well then, if you wish to discuss things further, I can meet with you this evening in my quarters. Until then Ara.” he finished, pulling away, his eyes locked on you once more before he motioned for his guards to return to him. Leaving you there alone on the promenade, more breathless than you'd ever been before. 

That night, you arrived at Weyoun's quarters. The walk there had been a blur. Your conscience, still unsure of what was the right thing to do. What was it that you really wanted to do? 

You found it silly to come to this sort of meeting in uniform. Deciding instead on a little black number you had from the last time you visited Vic’s. Grateful that no one had seen you, as the Jem’Hadar in the hall allowed you in. “Right on time.” Weyoun said, raising up to greet you. 

He was dressed down in what you assumed was his casual attire—perhaps even nightclothes. The fabric, lightweight and colored in a deep burgundy hue. 

“I see I'm overdressed.” You laughed nervously, hoping to break the tension with a joke. Weyoun wasted no time, coming up beside you and running the back of his fingers along the outside of your arm. His hand, traveling up your shoulder. Fingertips suggestively grazing your neck.

“Oh not at all...” he replied, “...please come sit.” 

“Alright.” You told him, following his guiding hand to the table. Distinctly set for two, however absent of food or recreation. The both of you took your respective seats. Silently staring from across the table at one another. 

“So…you had more questions?” Weyoun asked. 

“Well…I—I just don't know why. Why would you or the Dominion even be interested in such an idea?” you asked, withdrawing back into your seat. Your hands, tucked tightly together against your lap. 

“It was not the Dominions idea. It was mine. You see, I believe that bringing your people and the Dominion together could help us avoid further conflict… as I said before.”

“You?” 

“Why yes. It is a passion project of mine you could say…and who better to oversee such a thing than myself?” Weyoun asked. 

“I see…”

“And of course who better to assist me than someone who already desires a closeness, a family—-me?” 

“I…how?” You asked wondering how he knew you so well. Weyoun stood up from the chair. Coming to stand before you and reaching out for you to take his hand. Looking directly into your eyes. 

“I know things about you that you don't even know about yourself.” The cocky Vorta assured, tilting your face up to look at him. 

“I don't know—” you began, your lips parting as he brought his down closer. 

“Allow me to…” Weyoun said as he brought the soft press of his lips against yours. The sensation shot a flood of tingles throughout your body. Your blood coursing through you, thrilling and hot as it settled in your belly. 

His gentle touch, exciting and new, already had you on edge. “Weyoun…hhha.” you exhaled feeling his hand gliding over your breast. The heat of your arousal, undeniable between you. Wondering to yourself if the Vorta sense of smell was as good as their hearing. 

“You're trembling.” He remarked, his tone telling you that he was very satisfied with your response. “Tell me that you agree. That you'll indulge me this small favor?” 

“I—I will…” you replied as he kissed you with full fervor. Your body melting into his touch as you felt him slipping off the straps of your dress. Again, cupping your breast in his hand just before breaking away once more. 

“Come with me.” He said as guided you both to his bed. The room, void of character. What you'd might expect of a man for whom aesthetics are an unnecessary interest. Weyoun sat you down on the bed, undressing before you as he carefully slipped out of his garment–revealing his bare body. 

You tried hard not to look in the direction of his groin. The Vorta weren't unlike many humanoid species, his form almost exactly like that of a Bajoran. Though his skin was touched with lavender undertone and a thick nest of hair blanketed his chest. You could only imagine what you might see at the precipice of his thighs. 

Weyoun pulled off your dress. Looking over your bare breasts as he hovered over you. Lowering yourself instinctively on the bed, still careful to keep your eyes away from the one place you were dying to look.

“Shall I let you control the pace?” He asked you. Biting a bit at his lower lip as his eyes continued their exploration of you. Your heart, beating so fast you could hear it in your ears. 

“I have to know…”, you began. Heavy-eyed and aching for Weyoun to make love to you. Love however, you weren't sure you were going to get.

“Yes?” he asked, kissing along the line of your neck. The heat of his sex, gazing at your thigh. A gasp leaving you as you felt the weight of it against your leg.

“Do you feel anything for me…love me?” You asked. Wondering if Weyoun felt for you the same feelings you had developed for him. If he too had been smitten from afar. Longing for a moment like this between you. 

“Love?” Weyoun said as he focused on the spot on your panties, growing wetter by the second as he continued. 

“Yes, don't Vorta believe in love?” you asked him, steadying your breath. The thin fabric layer of panties doing almost nothing to protect you from his prying eyes. 

“Heh…”, he chuckled looking back up at you, “...love is nothing but a myth. A tale told to keep starry-eyed lovers aloof to reality. It serves a species only to keep wombs filled.” Weyoun explained, your heart shattering with his words. 

“I have to go.” You said, pushing past him and quickly gathering up your dress. Trying your best to hold back the tears that had so badly wanted to flow. This wasn't love, it would never be and you, you didn't know if you could ever accept that. 

“Ara, wait!” You heard him call out as you made your way out into the hall.

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You hadn't left your quarters in days. The infirmary thankfully had agreed to giving you some time away to clear your head. You were angry at yourself, angry for having even considered the Vorta’s request and even more angry that you were hurt by his surprisingly crass opinion of love. You had spent every night since storming out, curled up in bed. Your face, perpetually covered in tears and losing sleep. 

Your mind was ready to move on, reasoning it through as a lesson learned.  Your heart, however, still longed for him. It wasn’t just that you found him attractive. He was so very intelligent and charming, but after having said love was of no consequence to him—how could there ever be anything between you? Weyoun had made his stance quite clear. This was a business arrangement between the two of you and there was no such thing as love—at least not to him. 

As the days and night passed it got a little easier to numb yourself. Since you weren't having to travel through the promenade, the chances you'd see him again were growing slimmer every day. You had half convinced yourself, when it didn’t come knocking a few days after you left, that he must have schemed another woman to carry his child. A thought that wounded you far worse than you could have imagined. Weyoun had discovered that Vorta and Bajorans were biologically compatible—it didn't matter which of you he chose. As long as someone would agree, his plans were unaffected. 

On the 12th consecutive day of your reclusively, there was an unexpected arrival at the door. The chime, sounding off—startling you up and on your feet. It was Major Kira. “Please come in.” You told her. The Major came through the doorway and immediately over to where you stood.

“Alright, what's all this about?” She asked you. Her big sister tone, radiating in her voice as she came inside your quarters to check on you. Arms crossed and an incredulous look on her face. A look that told you she already expected you to lie. 

“It's nothing Nerys, I'm just not feeling myself.” You explained as Kira perked an eyebrow up at you.

“Ara, I know when you aren't telling me the truth. You haven't been at your post in days. You look like you haven't been sleeping too and to top it off—you haven't said a word to me as to why. This isn't like you.” She reasoned and you knew she was absolutely right. Damn her for knowing you so well.  

“It's a guy thing.” You sighed, hoping she wouldn't probe further.

“Is that Lieutenant Orrahl? I told you he was a scumbag.” Kira gloated, assuming that she knew who you were speaking of. You did not correct her. 

“I just… It’s not just a guy thing I suppose the biggest thing is… well honestly, I'm tired of being alone.” You admitted, sitting back down on the sofa and trying you best to not cry. Kira came to sit beside you placing an arm over your shoulder. 

“Well now…,” she began smiling, “We know that won’t last forever Ara. Once this whole thing is over I am sure your time will come. You’ll just have to trust that the Prophets will guide you in the right direction.”

“You’re right.” you replied. You tried your best to smile, inside however all you could think about was how much less supportive Nerys would be if she only knew what you had been considering. That you had even entertained the idea of it.  

“You know what might help you deal with that loneliness?” she began, getting up to take her leave. 

“What?” you asked, curious to hear what she might say. What sage advice your de facto big sister would give you that you hadn’t thought of yourself. 

“If you actually left your quarters.” she laughed as you nodded your head in agreement. 

“I suppose you’re right. I have been meaning to… just…”

“Just nothing. Get up, get out. Go get yourself a drink at Quark’s or spend some time in the replimat. You aren’t going to cure your loneliness by continuing to be alone.” she reasoned. It was clear that she wanted you to go out and live life. Encouraging you to come out of your self-imprisonment and rejoin the rest of civilization. You acknowledged her as she left, getting back up off the sofa so that you might do as she so lovingly suggested. Nerys was right—you couldn’t hide away forever.

You sat by yourself in the replimat, drinking a Deka tea and listening to the quiet hum of activity around you. You were surrounded by the others on the station, now known as Terok Nor. All of them coming and going around you. All of them doing their best to create some semblance of normalcy since the occupation happened. However hard they may try, there was always a note of discontent beneath it all. Hidden deep under their smiles and pleasant conversation, was a fear they all shared. 

You shook off your intrusive, pessimistic thoughts. Resting the weight of your weary head onto your fist. Letting out a yawn before taking another sip of your tea. The impact of your sleepless nights beginning to take their toll, when you heard a familiar voice.  

“Nurse Chercut.” Weyoun said, approaching from behind you. His Jem’Hadar, not fair behind him.

“Weyoun.” You replied, trying your best not to make eye contact with him. Though your heart was already beginning to thump inside your chest. Sneaking a peek at him from the corner of your eye. 

“May I sit with you?” he asked, his tone warm and less intimidating than you were used to. You nodded in response, quickly going back to drink more of your tea as you heard him pull out his chair. Doing your best to pretend to be distracted by people watching as Weyoun sat at your table.

“Were you expecting someone?” he asked, smiling at you. 

“Oh no… I was just…”

“Just avoiding me?” he asked, the words prompting you to turn and face him. That damn handsome face, and those eyes, staring back at you. You wanted to lie to him, to deny that he was even a thought to avoid, but it was clear from his candor that he was well aware of the situation. Weyoun, finding it clear from the state you had left his quarters in, that you were upset. 

“Maybe…a little.” you decided to admit. Gripping your mug tightly as you awaited his response. 

“I should have been more delicate.” he divulged as you stared dumbfoundedly at him. Never did you expect Weyoun to admit any wrongdoing, any missteps or mistakes, but here he was. Telling you in no uncertain terms that he had made an error. 

“Oh?” you asked, unable to stop yourself.

“Yes, the situation between us is… complicated. However, Ara I must admit, I do care for you.” Weyoun continued. You weren’t sure how you felt. You now knew that in some capacity he cared, but what, to him, was caring? Did him having a fondness for you make the situation any better?

“I thought we were back to Nurse Chercut now?” You said flippantly. Sending him a look of skepticism at his admission. Weyoun, raising his brow at you as he responded. 

“Yes well… what do you prefer I call you then?”

“Ara is fine.” you told him. Your posture, becoming more withdrawn and distant. It was clear to Weyoun that you were uncomfortable despite what your veiled confident tone might suggest. 

“Ara…then… I want you to know that I still intend to get you to commit to this little project with me, but I understand you might need some time.” he smiled.   

“You don’t even know me.” 

“I probably know more about you than you think.” Weyoun said, a hint of laughter in his voice. 

“Oh?”

“You are an only child, not by choice but by circumstance. Your father was a well-respected figure on Bajor, your mother a nurse. Your parents died while you were young during the Cardassian occupation…” he began watching you turn away from him. 

“Pff…” you huffed, none of what he had said was anything he couldn't have read in your personnel file. You weren’t going to be impressed by his ability to read or to recall information. Your stubborn disposition, softening however when you felt Weyoun place his hand over yours. The feel of his touch, making you turn back towards him. Catching the pull of his piercing lavender eyes as he continued.

“I know that watching all of that death and blood shed made you want to become a nurse like your mother. That you worked hard and struggled so much, but that after your training you came to the station to work under Dr. Bashir.”

“So…”

“So I know that despite how much you want help, how much you give of yourself to others. That you are still empty inside. That there is still longing within you for more.” Weyoun confessed, his words hitting you like a phaser to the chest. 

“I—”

“We both want things to get better. For there to be harmony again for Bajorans. I can give you something you want. Make that emptiness go away. Give you back your family.”

“You can’t give me back anything.” you told him. Pulling your hand back and rising up from your chair. 

“Not the one you’ve lost, no… but a new one.”

“Weyoun, please.” you said, your emotions beginning to get the best of you as tears filled your eyes.

“Ara… listen. I want to get to know more about you. Prove to you that I care and that this is something that will help us both. Give me a chance to show you I have our best interests at heart. Yours and mine.” he explained. His eyes, telling you that he actually believed what he was saying was true. 

“If you mean this… then come with me.” you told him before gesturing to the lurking Jem’Hadar, “and leave your friends.” 

“As you wish.” Weyoun said, following you out of the Replimat and leaving his companions behind. 

Much to the Vorta’s surprise, you lead him to Quark’s. Throwing a few latinum to the Ferengi so that you might have a few moments in the holosuite alone with Weyoun. Booting up the same program as before, and like that you were back on Bajor. Weyoun sat beside you, confused why it was here of all places you chose to bring him.

“You want to know about me, this is everything you need to know.” you explained. 

You had begun by showing him your old home. The peaks of mountains, the hollows of caves, the vast islands. Recalling all the times you spent with your family, traveling all over to experience the beautiful sights of your home planet. Weyoun, unexpectedly, had been actively listening to you talk for hours.

Recanting the memories that meant so much to you. The time you almost drowned in the Yolja River and were saved by your father. How you always burned Bateret leaves with your mother during the Peldor Festival. Casting away the troubles you held in your heart.  

It was clear to Weyoun, as the two of you sat together beneath the holosuites rendition of the Bajoran night sky, that tradition, closeness, and family were of the utmost importance to you. 

“...so you say the night sky is most beautiful when seen from your planet?” Weyoun asked, marveling at the way your eyes lit up as the sun began to set over the mountains. The stars, beginning to peek out in the sky. 

“It is…but you know what’s funny?”

“What's that?”

“When I am on the station, I don't even think about the stars.”

“Really?” Weyoun asked in surprise. Wondering how someone could love the night sky, but not even think to look at it when surrounded by the glory of space itself. 

“Yes… even though they could be the very same stars…it's just different on Bajor. Looking at them seems so much more magical.” you told him. 

“I’ll take your word for it.” he remarked.

“What do you mean?” 

“You see the Vorta were not blessed with the best eyesight. So stars for me are nothing but a blip in a sea of darkness.” he explained, his face a bit sullener than you had seen before.

“I am sorry to hear that…you know Weyoun, I don't think this whole time that we’ve been in here you have said one thing about yourself.” you realized, pointing out that he had been careful to let you do most of the talking. 

“Before the Founders there is not much to tell. We were a simple species, now we are genetically engineered to serve.” he explained. While you were fascinated to learn more about the Vorta and how they came to be the clones you had always known them as—it was Weyoun himself that you wanted to know more about.

“While the whole concept of cloning is fascinating to me, what I meant for you to tell me more about you.” you explained, a hint of laughter in your voice. Weyoun smiled at you, sending your heart aflutter. 

“There is not much to tell. While I retain most of my predecessor’s memories and their experiences, I can’t say I have much else to contribute. I have no tales of holidays or family traditions. The concept of families is completely foreign to Vorta, though we can understand it from an intellectual perspective. I don't have any emotional resources to draw on.” Weyoun explained. Your heart ached for him, wondering to yourself how sad a life was spent in service to someone else without even the memories of family and love to comfort you. 

“You’re telling me that there is nothing about you other than your commitment to the Dominion. Nothing you like or dislike? No hobbies? Nothing?” You asked. Weyoun pondered for a moment and then nodded his head. 

“Well… I will say, I do enjoy games.”  he smiled once more. Finally, there was something more to him that he could tell you that didn’t end with the Dominion of the Founders. Something that you could relate to.

“Well that explains your affinity for the Dabo wheel.” you teased as you began laughing. Weyoun, joining you before he replied.    

“Yes, I suppose it does. As I said there isn’t much else, but I would like there to be—to learn more.” Weyoun confessed.

“Really?” you asked him. Warmed by this side of him. He was being open and honest. It was a new side of him you were discovering. One that gave you hope for the future, even if it wasn’t exactly how you might have imagined it.  

“Really.” he answered you, looking deep into your eyes. Their gaze, gentler and softer. The way he had been when you agreed to this crazy idea. Before his commentary about love sent you running. Here and now, there was no aggression or urgency—just his genuine look of longing. One you were sure matched your own when you instinctively closed your eyes. Shivering with anticipation as Weyoun kissed you deeply beneath the Bajoran night sky. 

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It had been a few weeks since the night in the holosuite and your skin was still tingling from the memory of Weyoun's soft lips. The feel of his fingers brushing back the tresses from your face. The strength of his grip as he pulled you close. His actions like those of any other lover—though he was still very different. 

You knew that things between you and your gallant Vorta were unconventional at best, dangerous at least. If Major Kira, or anyone else for that matter, found out about it the consequence may be dire. Still, however, you had made the decision to continue on. Waiting for the next time he would call you to his side. Wondering to yourself if there could truly ever be a romance between a Vorta and a Bajoran. Resolving yourself to know that only time would tell. 

Weyoun and Dukat sat quietly at a table on the upper level of Quark’s overlooking bar. No doubt plotting, and scheming against one another while they held insincere smiles. Smirks pressed tightly across their faces. Weyoun, as any good Vorta would, feigning “friendship” towards the Cardassian. All the while, knowing his tolerance extended to the prescribed specifications of the Founders. 

Dukat was under no illusion that the comradery between them was a farce. Weyoun was merely playing his part in the grand scheme of things. Though lately Dukat could tell that the usually prompt and focused Vorta had become more lax in his otherwise precise negotiations and maintained diplomacy.

“I find this dish quite pleasing to the palate. What do you think, Dukat?” Weyoun asked, preparing himself for another bite of some Klingon concoction the replicator had created while his companion stared in dismay, raising his brow at him.

 “Just what is it you're up to?” Dukat asked him, staring him down. Dukat’s smug, know-it-all look all over his face. 

“Whatever do you mean?” Weyoun responded, dapping his napkin on the corners of his mouth before pushing the plate towards the center of the table. 

“What I mean…is that you seem to be less interested in our control over this station and more interested in your, shall we say, leisure time…” Dukat explained. 

“And just what are you implying?” the Vorta smiled, doing his best to conceal his annoyance at Dukat’s prying. 

“Well, I'm not implying anything. Just making an observation.” Dukat continued, both of them knowing the game. Carefully choosing their next moves in order to remain in control. 

“I have some personal business that I have been attending to. Something that is of no concern to you.” Weyoun smiled, hoping to drop the subject there. Dukat, however, wasn't satisfied with Weyoun’s vague explanation.

“With the Bajoran girl? The one from the other day on the Promenade—one that was seen accompanying you to the Holosuites?” Dukat continued, letting Weyoun know he was well aware of their budding relationship.

“How clever you are Dukat, but I assure you that has nothing to do with you or the occupation.”

“I’m sure… so feisty the women of Bajor are Weyoun. I know from...personal experience. Maybe you'd be happier with someone a bit less—” he began before being interrupted by Weyoun.

“The relationship between Nurse Chercut and myself are between us, and the Founders.” 

“I had a feeling there was more behind your interludes than the ostensible reasoning.” Dukat smirked, knowing Weyoun had disclosed more than he'd intended.

“Since you seem to be so determined to know, we are working on a project that could assist the Bajoran and Dominion relationship.”

“And how do you propose to do that?”

“By taking something out of the history books… a political union involving merging our genetics.” Weyoun explained, leaving Dukat dumbfounded. While he knew the Dominion had their reasons for doing things the way they had, never did he expect them to have interbreeding on the agenda. 

“Interesting and you are to be the one to?” Dukat gestured, realizing that Weyoun was charged to complete the task. 

 “Indeed, and if you’ll excuse me, I am actually running late to our meeting.” the Vorta smiled, ready to meet you back at his quarters. The only place you felt safe enough to let go, lest you’d be caught with him in yours. 

“Well…” Dukat smirked, “Good luck.” 

When Weyoun appeared from around the corner your heart began to pound. Standing there with a smile on your face while wearing a light blue dress. One you had obtained from Garak many years ago when letting Kira talk you into a date with some Bajoran diplomat whose name you could no longer recall. Feeling excited to be wearing it more now than you ever were then.

“Ara, I see you are here on time.” Weyoun smiled, dismissing his Jem’Hadar security as he motioned for you to go inside as the door slid open.

“Thank you.” you said, walking into the room. Weyoun following closely behind. Nothing had changed since the last time you'd stepped inside, taking a look around at the still blank space. His quarters, looking more like the spaces left unoccupied than one someone had been living in for months. 

“Whatever for?” he asked, leading you to his living space to take a seat.

“For getting rid of…” you began looking over to the door. Weyoun, picking up that you meant the Jem’Hadar. 

“Ah, yes well I certainly didn’t want to include them in this.” he smirked, your heart pounding even harder. Suddenly your reason for being there came flooding back in the forefront of your mind. Weyoun had been patiently awaiting you to reconsider his proposal. The days passing, a blur, your heart opening to him more and more with each moment you spent together. The strange Vorta and you grew close, and now it was time for you to let him know your decision. 

“...This.” was all you could get out. Wondering if the heat from within you was noticeable in the color of cheeks. Your thoughts heavily on what was to come, as you tried to temper your breathing. Weyoun must have noticed, approaching you and taking your hand in his. 

“Does this mean you’ve made a decision?” he asked. Without thinking you squeezed his hand as you struggled to get out the words. 

“I have.” 

“Well don’t keep me in suspense Ara. What is it? What did you decide?” he asked. The look on his face was one of reserved elation. Clearly, he could tell already what you wanted to say. 

“I will do it.” you said, eyes glistening as you stared into his. You had agreed to be his, in a way you’d hardly even contemplated before. Agreeing to embark on conceiving his child, a child that might be used to help bring peace between Bajor and the Dominion. A reason enough, but not your reason. 

You’d fallen head over heels in love with him. Like some reckless teenager, the feelings Weyoun stirred inside you made you weak. Ready to jump head-first into anything he’d ask of you. Weyoun could also feel the change in you. Before he could recognize your infatuation with him, but now it was something different. Something he couldn't quite place.  

Though he couldn't recognize it for sure in you, he did in himself. His own heart, desiring you for more than just a procreative or contractual purpose. No, he was falling for you just as deeply as you had for him. Still trying to keep his true feelings tucked inside. Only allowing you to see the fondness he had developed for you. Leaving you both unaware of just how much you'd come to mean to one another. 

“Then I see no reason to wait.” he smiled, his fingers gliding across your cheek as the other hand squeezed yours. 

Before you knew it you sat at the edge of Weyoun’s bed. The Vorta carefully undoing the buttons of his asymmetrical jacket. Removing his undershirt to reveal his chest. Covered with a small, neatly groomed nest of hair that trailed down to his waist band. Faint purple stripes, decorating the spaces along the side of his ribs. The first time you'd ever seen a Vorta undressed, despite your time as a nurse.   

Your breath hitched at the sight. Weyoun, smugly smiling at you as he continued his approach. Crawling up from the edge of the bed. Forcing you slowly down onto your back, his eyes full of desire as he stared you down. Just his gaze alone, setting you on fire. Feeling the burning seize you inside and swirl in your veins. The heat, finally settling in the space between your legs as the Vorta ran his fingers along your calves. 

“You are beautiful Ara.” he sighed, gently lifting your dress to reveal the silky skin of your thighs beneath it.

“I–” you began, your breathing even more ragged.

“Shhh… you needn’t say anything. The only thing I need to hear, is that you are ready for me.” he explained, bringing his lips to the soft flesh of your calf. Kissing you there before teasing his way to your core. Closer and closer, the heat from his breath setting your body aflame. Finally stopping just as he met with the place your bare thigh met with the hem of your panties. 

“I’m ready.” you told him, breathy and weak. Weyoun, taking a quick lick up the inside of your thighs before pushing your panties aside. Taking in the sweet scent of you. His mouthwatering at the sight of your sex, already wet as you waited for him.  

“Then let us not waste any more time.” he hummed, as he sunk two fingers carefully inside you. Instantly your back arched up, drawing more of the length of his digits inside.

“Ah! Mmm…” you mewled, head falling back in pleasure as he began to move them. 

“I hear this is quite a pleasurable experience. I want to pleasure you.” he hummed as he continued pumping them in and out of you. His mouth, falling open as he felt you start to cum. Quickly coming undone with his touch. 

"Oh...mmm..." you moaned. 

“Oh Ara.” he replied, groaning as he felt himself growing within his pants. Curling the tips of his fingers inside you and pressing until he felt you releasing. Drowning his hand in your fluids, he continued until he was sure you’d had your fill. Pulling his fingers out and looking down at the copious amount of slick that decorated them. 

You stared at him, watching as he pulled his fingers apart examining it. Stringing your cum from one finger to another, growing delighted. Your eyes widened as he took them into his mouth. Tasting you on them before speaking.

“Seems you're fertile. How fortuitous.” He groaned, pulling off your soaked panties and tossing them on the floor. Weyoun, wrapping his arms around your legs and bringing your folds against his mouth. Taking a long, languid lick from the bottom of them up to your clit. Flicking the little nub with intention as he smiled again. “A taste I can appreciate.”

“Oh, Weyoun that’s…that’s not…” you struggled to say. Trying to tell him that this wasn’t necessary for what he was trying to accomplish. For Weyoun, the only thing he could think of at the moment was you. How badly he wanted to pleasure you. To make you overwhelmed with desire for him. Everything else, a happy side effect.

“I am well aware of what I am doing Ara.” he groaned before sticking his fingers back inside you. Stroke your inside like an expert lover. Determined to have you cum again on his tongue. 

“Oh fuck!” you cried out, feeling your legs begin to shake. Weyoun working you still, his eyes closed as he worked away. Lapping and swirling over your clit and teasing your folds. His fingers buried deep inside.

“That’s it…” he groaned, feeling you squeezing him once more, “cum for me.” His words, sending you over. The hormones crashing down on you, burning you within like Hellfire. There was no question now, you were his. 

“Ah! Ah!” you moaned, rolling your hips against his mouth as you came. Weyoun drinking you in, savoring the way you tasted. Wiping the fluids from his lips as he rose up before you. Unzipping his pants and releasing himself, throbbing and ready. Long and thick, blushed purple at the tip. Already leaking for you. 

“I need you.” he whined, taking his himself in his hand and sliding up through his fist. Watching as you pulled off your dress. Your breasts, bouncing as you tossed it away. The Vorta, beginning to lose his stride when you pulled him towards you. Kissing him deeply, tongues intertwined as you tasted yourself on him.  

“It’s my turn.” you hummed, pushing him down onto the bed and climbing over him. Kissing along his chest until you reached his pelvis, taking his shaft from his grip and into yours. 

“Oh Ara, touch me. Ready me for you.” he moaned. Your head, dropping down to pull him into your mouth. Swallowing him back into the depths of your throat. Weyoun, practically losing his mind as you bobbed your head slowly while sucking on him.

“Mmm…” you hummed. The vibrations driving him wild. He could no longer wait, needing to feel you inside. Taking hold of a small section of your hair and pulling upward. Eliciting a gasp from you as his shaft fell sloppily from your lips.

“I want to cum inside you.” he purred, watching as you brought yourself above him. Dripping over pelvis as he throbbed with need. Slowly you allowed yourself to settle onto him. Feeling the intense pleasure from his stretch. Moaning at how full you felt, Feel the swell of every inch of him pushed up inside you. When you finally reached the hilt, Weyoun growled. Hissing something under his breath. As he watched the space where you both met. Going slack-jawed before closing his eyes. His grip, dimpling the flesh of your thighs as you pulled him inside you with each roll of your hips. 

“You feel so good. Like nothing I have ever felt before.” He whimpered, His left hand coming up to caress your breast. “I want you to cum for me. I want you to enjoy this. I know I am—every single moment of it.” he continued, rolling the nipple in his fingers before you bent down to kiss him once more. Your mouths, meeting hungerly—sloppy and wet. 

“Oh I…” you tried to reply, breathless as you continued bouncing on top of him. With more vigor and determination than ever. Wanting to have him cum deep inside you. Make you keep your agreement to him, conceiving from your union. “Ah! Weyoun give me a baby!” you cried out—the words surprising even you. 

“I will give you…everything! Weyoun howled, teeth clenched as he tried to wait for you. Feeling you getting close. Your body, reaching the pinnacle of pleasure between you.  

“Oh… ah… ah… ah…We-Weyoun!” You screamed. Your body clenching down around him as he continued to thrust up inside you. Struggling to push through as your insides pressed down so tightly around him.

“Yes! Ara that’s it cum with me. I'm cumming!” he cried out as he burst inside you. The warmth flooding you and spilling out from between you. Each of you pulsing in the aftermath as you both rode out the last wave. Weyoun, pulling you down to him as your body gave way to exhaustion.  

You couldn’t remember a time you’d ever felt such intensity. Waking hours later, still naked in Weyoun’s bed as he sat on the edge. Wrapped in a robe while having been watching you sleep. 

“Are you alright?” he asked with a smile. His voice, soft and content. 

“I think so…maybe a little sore.” you responded trying to sit up. Weyoun, quickly stopping you.

“Maybe you should rest a bit longer. You know stay um… horizontal for a few more minutes.” he suggested, looking unsure for the first time in a long while. 

“It’s been long enough…” you assured him, sitting up and grabbing the sheet. “We just have to wait.” you finished as you wrapped it around you to keep warm. 

“We can always try again.” he replied, the words making you blush—for what reason you couldn’t say. The two of you remained quiet, both deep in thought. Weyoun’s mind was racing with images of you from only a few hours before. Reveling in the way you looked as you rode him. Wondering if he had given you enough to get you pregnant, but even more so grappling with the urge to tell you how he really felt.

Though he couldn’t help it, the prospect of falling for you complicated things. This was his suggestion made to the Founders. This was meant to be a business arrangement to foster peace or at least the illusion of it. Now that it might actually happen, Weyoun was finding himself scared. 

If Ara conceived his child, would they both be at risk? Did he damn his own family by simply creating it. The thoughts were beginning to haunt him as he pulled you close. Nuzzling his face into hair, taking him her scent as he hoped to drown out the worry.

Only time would tell.     

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Weyoun was ready to leave the moment he arrived. Biding his time during yet another sit down with Dukat and Damar. Focusing as best he could on the conversation at hand–though only half-heartedly. His mind, drifting back to thoughts of you. The weight of you, still felt in his arms where he’d held you. Claimed you as his. Weyoun’s body, shivering at the thought as he sat there.  

The Vorta cursed having to put up with another insipid conversation with the Cardassians. Knowing deep down that  was nothing but a megalomaniacal, pompous imbecile. Wondering why his beloved Gods would ever lower themselves to converse with him–though he’d not dare question their reasons. None of this mattered anyways, not when all he could think about was you. He’d suffer through it, trying his best to contain his displeasure. Tolerating another day of Dukat’s misplaced ego. One that led him to questioning the Founders’ exceptional plan.

“I just don't see why we can’t just do it my way. It will meet with the same result.” Dukat groaned. , watching him and Weyoun like a lost puppy. Completely out of his element as they bickered. 

“...Dukat.” Weyoun began, letting out a sigh. Rising from his seat, his hands placed firmly on the table as he leaned forward to speak. “I understand your frustration, but trust me all things in due time. If we proceed too soon, we risk over stepping. The founders know what they are doing—I know what I am doing.”

“Do you?” Dukat asked, his smirk appearing as he smugly crossed his arms. Watching Weyoun as he straightened himself up. The Vorta, notably preparing to make his way to the door. Weyoun turned towards them, glaring over to Dukat and Damar as they sat still across the table from where he stood. His gaze finding their typical doubting stares and annoyed expressions staring back at him. He didn’t care, he was done with the conversation and he was ready to find you.

“Why don’t I give you some time to consider things. Discuss them amongst yourselves. I'm sure we can come to an agreement. Let us discuss things tomorrow, shall we? Pardon my early departure but I have some things I need to attend to. I'm sure you understand.” Weyoun explained, unable to help as a smile grew wide across his face.

“Oh, that I bet you do…” Dukat teased, ’s attention perking up at the words. The two Cardassians watching the rather preoccupied Vorta leave with them there. Watching as he and his two Jem’Hadar disappeared from the doorway. Dukat knew all too well what Weyoun was up to, both irritated and jealous at his reasons. As the door slid back shut,  moved closer to Dukat whose head was already buzzing with curiosity. It was clear that Dukat knew something he did not. 

“What’s that about?” he asked, Dukat looking over to him and watching him rubbing at his chin. The Cardassian wondered to himself if it was even worth mentioning to Damar. After all, he had an aptitude for blowing things out of proportion. Always second guessing Dukat’s stance and strategies while still trying to kiss his ass when it served him. The perfect and yet most imperfect second in command. 

“Whatever do you mean?” he asked, knowing that it drove Damar mad to be left out of the loop. Even more so when it came to the Dominion. Damar was clearly determined to find out, his eyes blazing with the need to know. A passion he held more so now than Damar had for anything in weeks. Dukat, deciding there was no harm if he too knew.  

“What could be more important to the Vorta than running this station. The Founders would be…” he began frantically. 

“Ah well…” Dukat replied, cutting him off, “it seems our esteemed liaison has some more dealings on his plate…say more procreative things to attend to.” Dukat chuckled. Damar, still confused. This dim wittiness,  leaving Dukat to roll his eyes at him. 

“...what?” Damar asked, clearly not grasping what Dukat was trying to express. 

“What I mean to say is this. Plainly…Weyoun and the Founders seem to think it's a good idea to have the Vorta inseminate one of the Bajoran women on board.” Dukat explained, sitting back into the chair having relieved himself of the burden. Damar sat there a moment in silence, looking pale and befuddled in the wake of the words. 

“You’re joking?” he gasped. Clearing his throat and furrowing his brows in shock and disbelief—maybe even a bit of disgust. 

“No, I am not. You see Damar, they have been convinced by Weyoun that it might smooth things over between the Founders and Bajor. If you ask me however, I believe it's nothing but self serving. Weyoun clearly has some uncontrollable attraction to the girl. Though why the Founders would think to entertain his delusions…just proves their own misguided ways of thinking. Clearly they have no idea what they are doing.”

“Sir?” Damar responded hoping that no one else had heard his indiscretion. 

“Calm yourself Damar. No one is around. Anyways you’ll see nothing will come of it. Even if he does manage it, there is no way a child is going to unite us with them. Not now, not ever.” Dukat paused for a moment and allowed himself to widen his smirk before he continued, “... and if there is one thing I know about Bajoran women—it’s that they desire a man with a bit more power.”

It felt like you had lived a whole lifetime since the consummation of your “agreement” with Weyoun. Despite that, the weeks also felt as if they’d flown by in a whirlwind of excitement and longing. An amalgamation of two things that you knew couldn't exist simultaneously, but yet your heart felt them both just the same. The excitement of your secret romance with the Vorta diplomat, while exhilarating, was also daunting. It would only be a matter of time before the veil was lifted and the two of you were caught. Worried that even a simple glance, made at the wrong time, in one or the other’s direction might give you away. While you tried not to think about it you couldn’t help but feel as though prying eyes were all around you. 

You did what you could to play it off. Trying your best not to think about him. Occupying your time by burying yourself in shifts at the infirmary, or frequenting the shops in the Promenade–a way to pass the time you hadn’t been very fond of before. You were finding delight in perusing, looking for small things to help fill Weyoun’s quarters. Determined to decorate it, giving it some sense of life–of culture. The otherwise bland and rigid world he was surrounded by now with a bit more color and substance.  

Now you waited at the replimat. Once again finding your quarters too confining as you waited for Weyoun to pass by with the Jem’Hadar. A subtle sign that he was done with the meeting, the two of you able to be together once more. You were the happiest you’d been in such a long time. Sitting there and watching the people pass by. The first time you’d not been heavy hearted seeing a Bajor family cross your path.  

Your fingertips, finding the fabric above your belly. Wondering if just maybe things were already happening. That maybe things had worked first time and within a short time you and Weyoun would welcome this child onto the station. The thought both thrilled and terrified you. 

The occupation was still strong and the tension amongst everyone was still very present. Even in the quiet moments you could feel it. Everyone doing their best to move on while danger lurked everywhere and all they’d worked to rebuild continued to slip away. You hoped somewhere someone was working towards taking back the station but what would that mean for you and Weyoun. How would these people, your people who lost so much to the Dominion, really react to this child?

How will Kira and anyone else ever understand it , you thought to yourself. The possibility of it was becoming more real when you realized that you had yet to get a period. A small, fearful gasp leaving you before you could suppress it. Catching the eye of others in the replimat that were around you. Their stares, making you feel naked where you sat.

Suddenly you snapped out of your paranoia when you heard him. That warm familiar voice that had whispered sweet nothings into your ear. Weyoun had appeared just outside. Keeping careful to not look in your direction, almost as if he knew you were there waiting. 

After a few minutes had passed you stood up. Grabbing your bag before making your way to him. Casually strolling through the promenade and stepping into the turbolift without being noticed. You held your breath the whole time down to the habitat ring—you were almost with him.

You walked down the hall in silence, facing the ground as you continued on. Trying your best to stop feeling so shaky. The thought of being with him alone again, making you quiver. 

“He has been waiting for you.” Spouted one of the Jem’Hadar as you reached Weyoun’s quarters. They frightened you at first, but now you knew that Weyoun would never allow any harm to come to you by their hand. You nodded, trying your best not to smile, waiting for the two of them that stood in front of the door to set aside. You stepped in and immediately saw him waiting for you.

“Ara.” he said with a smile. The door closed behind you as you approached him. Weyoun sitting here looking even more handsome than the last time you’d seen him.      

“Weyoun.” you said and she sat down beside him. The Vorta looking into your eyes in a way that made you melt. Your breathing, becoming more shallow as Weyoun scooted himself closer to you. Taking your hand in his, before pressing his lips to the back of it. Noticing too easily the flush falling over your cheeks.

“My dear you act as if we haven’t been intimate, is something wrong?” he asked with a bit of a chuckle. Finding humor in your shyness, despite you having shared his bed. 

“It’s nothing.” you assured him. You adjusted yourself on the sofa but as you did your worry got the best of you. Instinctively your hand fell to settle against your belly. A concerned look on your face telling Weyoun all he needed to know. 

“Ara…is there any word on if we are in production?” he asked you clearly asking if there was a chance you might be pregnant. His words felt more cold than they should for a man asking his  lover whether or not they were expecting. You damned yourself for being so easy to read. Deciding, stupidly, to pretend not to know what he was asking. 

“Production?” you replied. Weyoun’s eyebrows raised a moment before he gave that charming smile of his. Lavender eyes fixed on yours as he continued on. 

“Are you having any signs of pregnancy? he asked plainly. You swallowed back hard. You had no idea what to tell him. After all, there wasn’t any reason to suspect it, was there? 

“I… ah…” you stumbled over the words. 

“Not a hard question.” he chided, suddenly you had a glimpse of his old self. That man from back before your time in the holosuites. Wondering if you’d meet with his ayre if you weren’t having his child.  

“No. I don't think so.”

“Well, that is a shame. Seems we will have to continue our meetings. Though if I must say I do look forward to being with you again.” he smiled, bringing his lips to meet with yours. You, pulling back just a moment.

“I’m sorry.” 

“You needn’t be sorry Ara. We will hopefully know soon. Until then we can always.” he began as he began to make his move.  

“Oh! wait one second.” you pleaded. Weyoun was a bit startled as he watched you rummaging through your bag. Wondering what little trinket or bobble that you’d managed to find this time. The Vorta, learning to appreciate things more and through your eyes. Despite his people’s lack of aesthetics, each small item was a little reminder of your night together. Weyoun’s memories, flooding back to the feel of you being within his arms. Hoping, wishing and waiting for the two of you to be together like that once again. 

You pulled from your bag a small octagonal shaped box. It was purple, beveled, and detailed all around with the most delicate flowers. Petals molded into the sides with a golden sheen. You handed it carefully to Weyoun.

What is it? Not to sound ungrateful.” he explained. Twisting and turning the box as if there was a mystery to it that needed to be solved. His curiosity amused you so much you couldn’t help but laugh. Feeling the tenseness of the previous moments falling away.

“It’s a Bajoran music projector…I know I have been getting you little things to help give your quarters a little character but I thought maybe better to get you something you can also hear. I ordered it to be made a couple weeks ago. The shop just got it in today.” you laughed. 

Weyoun smiled, eyes almost shimmering as he looked down at the box. It was the first time he had ever received such a gift. Something with so much meaning and care put into its giving. The small gesture assuring him that you were even more special. More special to him than he would truly care to admit. 

“This is wonderful. Thank you. Truly.” he said, the words filled with the weight of his gratitude. 

“You’re so welcome.” you smiled, delighted at his response. 

“Let me…show you my appreciation.” he hummed as he gently placed the box on the table before you. Taking hold onto your arm and pulling you in close so he could kiss you again. Your eyes closing to the feel of them upon you. The wave of heat, flooding over your whole body as you felt his hand slip to your breast. 

“Wey…” you sighed before he went to kiss you again. His hands all over you, showering you in his affections.

Before you knew it you were once again in Weyoun’s bed. His soft hands, gliding across your bare skin as he gently undressed you. Weyoun stood up a second to undress himself. Taking in the sight of you as he crawled over your body. Planting kiss after kiss along your legs and stomach as he moved. Stopping only a moment when he reached your chest. Smirking as your nipple was drawn into his mouth with ease.

“Oh god…” you mewled in pleasure. 

“I’m afraid not Ara, but I can assure you the heavens, all the same.” he cooed as he continued on.  “You are so beautiful.” he groaned, his breath tingly against your skin.

“How can you tell?” you laughed, playfully jabbing at his supposed “poor eyesight”. Weyoun smirked. Hand traveling along your ribs and to your waist.  

“Trust me Ara I know.” He told you as he continued his ministrations. Fingers, finding their way to from the crest of your hips before slipping down to settle against your folds. Silky, slick, and ready for him. Both you and Weyoun, letting out an impassioned moan as he sunk them inside you. 

“Ah…mmm…” you moaned. His fingers, as skillful as his silver tongue. Knowing that now you’d do anything as long as he gave the word. Your body, responding to him as if he were its other half.  

“Yes…I want you to feel good.” he groaned. Mouth falling open as you came against his fingers. Feeling his shaft hard against your thigh as he couldn’t help but rut against you. Cock throbbing, pulsing with need for you. Weyoun couldn’t take it any longer, surprising you as he removed his hand and took hold of your hips. Positioning himself in line with your entrance. Wetting himself along your folds just before pushing himself hard inside you. 

“Oh Weyoun….ah…”  you cried, writhing beneath his weight. So gentle yet so strong as the both of you collided together. The feel of him pressing against you, all around and deep inside. Every nerve firing as your body compressed down on him. 

“Ara…sweet Ara.” Weyoun moaned, insatiable as he continued thrusting hard and fast. Using your hips as leverage to get himself as deep as possible inside.

“Weyoun!” you screamed as the last thrust sent you over. Legs wrapping around him and pulling on him just as tightly as he held to you. Weyoun cumming with you at the sound of his name coming from your sweet mouth. Both of you ascending to the heights of ecstasy once more. 

In the aftermath you both remained quiet. Although moments ago, you were sure that the Jem’Hadar had heard everything, now it was so silent that it felt almost as void of sound as the vacuum of space. A peaceful solitude only that you occupied and in that moment Weyoun knew he felt it. 

It had always been there since you’d met. Creeping up inside him, little by little as time went on. Growing in strength with each smile on your face. The sensation now, so intense that he could barely breathe. 

He knew that it was too late to stop it. Knew that although you’d only been together a short time, he was in love. 

Weyoun wasn’t sure if he could tell you. The knowledge of this in the hands of the wrong person was power, power over him. He couldn’t allow it. Allow himself to be that vulnerable with you when things were still hanging in the balance. When the Dominion still hadn’t yet taken over the Alpha quadrant.    

“Ara…” he began hoping that you were still awake.

“Hmmm.” you muttered, your mind already slipping into the subconscious. Weyoun smiled, kissing your head as he pulled you against his chest. “I think I understand what love is.”

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When you began to stir, you felt the warmth of him against your bare back. A smile—appearing on your face while your eyes were still held shut. Desperately hanging on to the last threads of this moment. Relishing it and wishing that it could last eternity.

The more conscious you became, the more reality began to sink in. You jolted upward and out of bed. The realization that you were at least a couple hours late for work sending a fiery panic throughout your body. That precious moment of bliss interrupted and gone within an instant.

“Shit.” you uttered, hastily grabbing for your clothes. Your lover groaned, remaining still shrouded within the confines of the bed. Covered, just barely by the shred of blanket you hadn’t managed to take with you on your way out of bed.  

“Shh… come back to bed.” Weyoun pleaded. His voice, so soft and convincing. There was truly nothing you wanted more than to oblige him. Though things were still new and still very much between the two of you—It had never been so good. 

“I can't, I am already so late for my shift. I have to go.” You sighed, explaining yourself entirely too much as you pulled away from his hold on your wrist. Wishing so badly you could stay by his side. Stay and pretend for a little while longer that the two of you were like any other “normal” couple. 

“No…you don’t have to leave. I have taken the liberty of having you excused from duty this morning, that is I had the forethought to do so last evening.” Weyoun smirked. The Vorta, ever so pleased with himself—and his pull over the station. 

“Oh? Oh…I see.” You responded. Softly smiling as you crawled back into bed. Awaiting the dissipation of adrenaline before you could once more relax. Lying beside him as your eyes wandered to the ceiling. 

“What is it, Ara? What is troubling you?” Weyoun asked, able to discern so easily when you were deep in thought. Wondering to himself if you both may be dwelling in the same notions–buzzing with the same anticipation. He was hardly able to contain his excitement having spent another night in your arms.  

“Oh it’s nothing…” you smiled, your eyes meeting with his. Their violet hue, glistening with delight and intrigue. The way he stared into you had begun making your heart beat faster once more. Having to part your lips to draw in a deep enough breath before Weyoun brought his fingertips against the soft flesh of your lips.   

“You know what I think?” he began not planning on giving you a chance to answer. “I think…you are thinking about this.” he continued, fingertips dropping from your parted lips and grazing over the swell of your breasts before meeting with the broad plain of your abdomen. Settling his hand gently there before looking back up and into your eyes.

“I…” you muffled under your breath. Weyoun smiled. Spotting the blush as it hit your cheeks. A sight that sent the blood swirling inside him.  

“Just think. Right at this very moment there may already be a life growing between us.” Weyoun said, practically cooing at the prospect. As the words left him, you however felt a deep pain in your chest. What if he was right?

“Maybe” you managed to churn out. A simple response while inside your thoughts were much more complicated. A ache brewing you weren't able to explain. Were you beginning to regret it? If so, it was not because you didn’t want a child or didn’t want a child with Weyoun. That was actually the problem.

You worried. Worried so much that, while you wanted his child so badly, you felt it may destroy you. Scared to death that once it was conceived things would change forever. That Weyoun would lose interest in you, having fulfilled the Founder’s wishes. The pain clutching at your chest once more as Weyoun broke the silence.   

“How soon can we…” he asked. His eyes glinted with anticipation. 

“Actually soon. Maybe a week?” You told him, knowing your period was due any day now. You were shocked the time had snuck up on you. Weyoun took advantage of your fluster and moved his hand back to the apex of your breast. Thumbs teasing at your stiffened peaks as he noticed your breathing get a bit heavier.  

“Good.” Weyoun said as he took your face delicately within his hands just before pressing his lips to yours. Drawing you closer toward him until he could climb over you. His hand brushing away the hair from your face as he continued kissing you. His lips trailing a heated line along the column of your neck as he began nudging your legs open for him. Allowing himself to settle between them. 

Coming back up to kiss you just as you felt the weight of his length pressing against you. Your lips, breaking from his just long enough for you to let out a soft moan. The Vorta, wasting no time as he hovered above you, ready to come inside. Carefully keeping his weight off your belly in the hopes there was something there he needed to protect.

Weyoun began against your kiss as his hands helped themselves to the heated, sensitive folds of your core. The feel of them gliding over you sent your back arching up towards the ceiling. The reflex, only aiding his fingers inside you. Weyoun moved them slowly at first. Rhythmically sliding them in and out before pulling them out to taste you. His throbbing head pulsing against your entrance. Ready to take you, to claim you as his once more. 

“Ahh… Weyoun.” you mewled just as he pressed forwards. Slowly pushing the tip of himself inside you.  

“Oh Ara… my beautiful, sweet Ara… I can’t wait to see you swell with my child.” Weyoun growled just before thrusting fully inside you. His mind filled with visions of you carrying a small piece of him inside you. Imagining how beautiful you would look as the evidence of it found its way onto your frame. How much pride he would feel having proof to anyone who’d look upon you that you were his.

HIs words both excited and scared you. Your mind, too imprisoned by your need for him to stop going. Weyoun growling as your legs instinctively wrapped around him. Pulling him in deeper with each thrust. 

It wasn’t long before he was shuddering within you. His motions, becoming more erratic as he felt your pleasure give way to his own. Both your bodies shaking in that haze between what felt like the cosmos colliding. Breathless and weak in one another’s arms once more. 

As Weyoun held you close, you could hear your heartbeats syncing. Your fingers resting in the nest of dark hair on his chest as you stuffed down your worries once more. Pushing the thoughts out as you hummed against him.  

“Maybe we can finally end this needless war.” Weyoun whispered as he pressed a kiss against your head. Stroking your hair as you lie together in his bed. Wondering to yourself if your Vorta lover actually meant it—any of it.

There had been a time when countless Jem’Hadar warships arrived through the wormhole every day. A sight that had filled Weyoun with a sense of accomplishment and pride. Though it had been some time now since the Dominion had taken control of Terok Nor, Dukat had still not managed to remove the mines put in place by Sisko and his crew. It was only a matter of time before the Founders’ patience would run thin and Weyoun’s head would be on the proverbial chopping block.

The notion of their lack of success, leading Weyoun to wonder to himself what would happen. What fate would befall them if, despite all their efforts, the mines remained intact. Would his own personal endeavors to strengthen the bond between the Dominion and Bajor—with himself and Ara, be for nothing in their eyes. While the thought has only once been a nagging occasional disturbance for him, it grew more with each passing day. 

With each regenerated mine, the thought had now crept into the forefront of his mind. Filling him with an intense sense of dread. It was on days when the futility of Dukat’s plans were on full display, that Weyoun struggled to think of anything else. On this day, however, there had been a  glimmer of hope. Weyoun, surprised when Major Kira arrived to speak with him.

He was waiting patiently in the wardroom shorting through some reports on progress beyond the wormhole. The Jem’Hadar, abruptly bringing her in to meet with him just before Dukat was due to arrive. “Ah, yes Major Kira. For what do I owe this pleasure?” he asked her, standing to greet her with a smile. A deceivingly inviting grin that, however, Kira would not fall for. 

“I just thought you would like to know that another ship arrived this morning. It was carrying more Bajoran residents. Seems more of my people are returning to stay.” she explained, wishing beyond anything that it hadn’t actually been true. Even more so wishing she could keep from Weyoun the satisfaction. 

“You have no idea how much it pleases me to hear you say that.” Weyoun began, turning to notice that unfortunately Dukat and Damar had arrived. His mood, only dampening slightly before he would address them. “Dukat, the Major has just given me the most wonderful news. More Bajorans are returning to the station.” 

“I am well aware.” Dukat replied, glancing over to Damar with a smug and know-it all grin. Weyoun’s smile, remaining wide and unyielding as his eyes narrowed on the Cardassian.

“Then I am sure you share in my delight. Life here is finally returning to normal. All of the shops have reopened, the promenade is thoroughly buzzing with activity. The habitat ring practically echoes with the laughter of happy children.” the Vorta beamed, hoping that one day soon that laughter would include a child of his own. When Damar cut in however, the smile finally fell from his face. 

“I will double security patrol throughout the station.” Damar insisted, Dukat nodding in agreement as Kira’s face filled with agitation and regret. The room, crushing with an overall sense of unease that began to hang over them. Weyoun hoped to do his best to cut the tensions.  

“Are such precautions truly necessary?” he asked, angry at Damar for having even suggested it. Weyoun, having been beyond tired of struggling against the Cardassian’s constant need to try and show him up, as if they had some heightened sense of authority over him. Dukat was all too happy to explain why he supported it.  

“I have found that you can never be too careful when it comes to Bajorans.” he smiled, his eyes never leaving Kira’s as she resisted the urge to retch in his presence. Instead she maintained her composure, scoffing at him though she knew it all to be true. Dukat was right to be fearful. If Kira had her way the Bajorans would take over the station and the rest of the people she had come to know and love as family would return to Deep Space Nine once more. 

The look on her face, the way she had herself in their presence said almost as much without her having actually said it at all. Weyoun could sense it. Placing himself between Dukat and Kira even more as he tried his best to diffuse the situation. “Come now there is no need for this petty bickering, we are all friends here.” Weyoun said.

Kira looked him dead in the eye. A stare that Weyoun could feel deep inside him. “Are we?” she asked him. Weyoun’s gaze, softening as he turned his attention to her.

“Of course we are…and if you need anything, or have any suggestions Major I would be happy to hear them.” he replied. Kira wasted no time, jumping in with a request she knew, mostly likely, would be denied. 

“Fine, we’d like the Bajoran security force reinstated.” she demanded, her tone cool and  calm. Damar began approaching from her side. His brows, furrowing at the mere suggestion of it. 

“Heh…and I suppose you’d like us to give them back their weapons as well?” he snickered. Kira hadn’t bothered to face him. Her eyes still diligently placed on Dukat and Weyoun as she answered. 

“That’s right.” she said, snapping back. Her stance, ever straight and assured.   

“The station no longer requires a Bajoran security force. I assure you our troops are fully capable of handling things all on our own.” Dukat replied. Weyoun had just begun to turn around when Kira interjected once more. 

“The Federation and Bajor always shared equal responsibility when it came to security.” Kira reaffirmed, her eyes turning from Dukat and onto Weyoun. “I thought you said that we would have the same arrangement with the Dominion? After all… we are friends, aren't we?” she asked. 

“Perhaps you should reconsider Dukat.” Weyoun suggested, continuing to turn around and come to find Dukat’s disapproving face. The Cardassian was unwilling to yield and Weyoun knew there would be no getting him to agree to it. 

“The order stands.” he responded. Weyoun responded to Kira with a smile. Hoping to disarm the situation as Dukat droned on and on about how Kira would have wanted to do the same. Weyoun was caught in the middle once more. 

“Perhaps we can leave things as they are…for now. I am sure, in time we can sort out these minor issues and come to something we can all mutually agree on.” Weyoun promised, ushering Kira ever closer to leaving the wardroom.

“I’ll remember you said that.” Kira assured him. Weyoun looked over to her, once again smiling and nodding. 

“I’m sure you will. Oh and Major, one last thing.” he began just as they reached the threshold. “Odo…”

“Odo, what about him?” she asked, her eyebrow piqued upward as she prepared to hear what he had to say.

“Is he aware that I am doing everything in my power to strengthen the bond between the Dominion and the Bajoran people?” Weyoun asked her, wanting so badly to please Odo and the rest of the Founders. Kira narrowed her eyes on him. There was something more to that statement that she couldn’t quite place, but it filled her with worry. 

“If you're so curious, Weyoun, why don't you ask him yourself?” she responded, shrugging off the urge to clarify with him exactly just what he had meant. 

“No.. no.. I wouldn't want to bother him. Good day Major.” Weyoun told her as the door slid open and Kira let herself out. Weyoun, Dukat, and Damar left behind in the wardroom with one another. 

“She's a fascinating woman isn't she?” Dukat asked as the door closed. Approaching Weyoun from behind who seemed to stare at it a few seconds too long before he responded. 

“I wouldn't know. But I do know we need her as an ally.” he explained.  

“An ally?” Dukat exclaimed, “I wonder Weyoun…how much of an ally do you think Major Kira would be if you knew about your extracurricular activities.” 

“Just what are you implying?” the Vorta sneered. Dukat smirked. 

“Oh you know exactly what I mean. Those diplomatic dealings involving the Bajoran people—involving her friend Ara.” Dukat mused, but before Weyoun could respond Damar decided to cut in.

“Doesn't matter, the Bajorans will never be our allies.” Damar said, dismissing the idea all together. Weyoun was becoming more infuriated, unable to control himself from the anger that was bubbling over inside him.

“Out!” Weyoun insisted. Damar was stunned, looking over to Dukat when Weyoun commanded him once more. “Don't look at him, I'm telling you to leave. Now!” Dukat nodded in agreement and Damar took his leave of them, but not before sending Weyoun a disapproving glance. 

“I find him useful.” Dukat explained as the door closed. Weyoun turned to face him. His eyes, stern and powerful.

“In the future, it might be prudent for you to include me in all decisions regarding station policy.” he snapped. Turning his attention to the wormhole. Deciding that now was a good time to move on to business as usual. “Now… What about the wormhole? You assured me, when it was discovered, that you would be able to dismantle it within the month… that was two months ago.” 

“Well, I admit the work is proceeding more slowly than anticipated… These are, after all, not ordinary mines. Just as we destroy one, its neighbor replicates and we have more to deal with.” Dukat explained.

“Dukat. I can not stress this enough… We have to take down that mind field and reopen the wormhole.” Weyoun pressed. 

“And we will. There's no need for panic, we are winning the war.” he replied calmly as he leisurely took a seat at the table. Weyoun, however, wasn't satisfied with his response. Approaching him where he sat, looking down at Dukat from his position above him as he stood at the table. 

“For the moment, yes. But to defeat the Federation we're going to need reinforcements and new supplies of Ketracel-white—Soon.” 

“Weyoun.” Dukat responded, rising up from his seat. Refusing for even a movement to give the Vorta the satisfaction of looking down at him. “I said I will deal with the minefield and I will. Why don't you go deal with your own…pressing situation.” He continued, not so subtly alluding to Ara once more.

“Hmm.” Weyoun nodded. Deciding this particular meeting was now over.

You sat alone for hours in Weyoun’s quarters, waiting until you felt it safe to leave. Angered that he had called you out for your shift, only to have to leave you alone without him. Spinning the ever present excuse that he needed to attend to things for the Dominion. A fact which left a bitter taste in your mouth. 

Weyoun had suggested you accompany him on his way to the meeting, but you were still weary of being seen. After all, it would only improve Weyoun’s standing to be seen with a Bajoran in such a manner. For you however, it was only a matter of time before the rumors and speculation would begin. Only a matter of time before news of your consorting with the “enemy” would reach the ears of others, reach someone like Kira. The thought of it chilled you to the bone.

You had made such a mess for yourself. How could you have been so willing to throw away your morals and better judgement? While you knew in your heart you loved Weyoun, it wasn’t so easy to know if he felt the same. Yet despite it all here you were, still going along with it—with him. 

Wondering to yourself if you had in fact turned your back on your people for a man whose only loyalty truly belonged to the Dominion. The same Dominion who was now at war with the Federation. Threatening to undo all the progress Bajor had made since defeating the Cardiassian occupation. An occupation that, for all intents and purposes, was going once more right in front of you. 

All of it had culminated in this moment and if you were honest, it had been some time since you had begun to wonder if going through with it was the right thing to do. If being the mother of Weyoun’s child would do anything, other than damn the three of you all together. With the moment of confirmation growing closer and closer with each passing day you couldn’t escape the worry. Knowing that once it happened, there would be no turning back. How it was that you really felt about it, you refused to allow yourself to confront.

It was only a couple short hours later that you would get your answer. Then as if by sheer power of the universe, you were sent running back to your own quarters. Feeling your insides aching as you made your way to the washroom. The telltale signs of your cycle making themselves known in full force. 

After a moment, you found yourself staring down at the bright red stain in your undergarments. It was only then you knew how you truly felt. Overwhelmed in an instant by the disappointment washing over you. The finality of that crimson spot, enveloping you in a sadness you had managed to have never known before. There would be no baby. 

You felt your heart breaking within your chest. Panicked to know if, once Weyoun learned the truth, that he would move on to someone else. Maybe, you thought,  Dr. Bashir was wrong after all. Maybe the Vorta were too far gone in their genetic rewiring to naturally father a child—even more so with someone outside of their species. 

As the thoughts continued whirling inside your head, you felt them. Tears you were unable to contain, began to spill over. Their warmth running across your cheeks,  leaving you with nothing more than an emptiness inside—you felt ashamed. Even now, no matter how bad things were now, or how bad they had threatened to become, you couldn’t help but love Weyoun still. Couldn't help but want nothing more than to carry his child—to be a family. 

Though the thought of it was killing you, you knew that the truth would out itself soon enough. You sniffled back, wiping away the tears from your face as you cleaned yourself up. You felt as if you had failed him. There was nothing to be done about it now, you had to tell him and be ready for what was to come. 

That evening had become quite a bit more pleasant for Weyoun, who strolled proudly along the center of the promenade. His two Jem’Hadar, following closely behind him for security. His smile, growing ever wider at the sight of all the new inhabitants. Choosing to see things through rose-colored lenses, only for Jake Sisko’s little interruption to remind him that people still viewed the Dominion presence as an occupation and not a mutually respected relationship. Weyoun had chosen to politely refuse the young writer an interview until he could assume a more balanced perspective in his reporting. Holding back on Jake’s accounts of the Dominion on Terok Nor until he had kept his word.  

While the incident with Jake was a bit of a snag, Weyoun was of the mind to brush it off. The Vorta representative of the Dominion had completed the required dealing with Dukat for the time being and his daily reports. The only thing he wanted to do now was to be held in your arms once again. Deciding that he wouldn’t allow either issue to cloud the joy you brought him. 

So when the Vorta caught sight of you leaning over the rails on the upper deck of the promenade, he was immensely delighted. He admired how beautiful the line of your neck was when your long dark curls were pulled up into a ponytail atop your head. The way your clothes hugged gently to your curves. He found himself quickly strutting up to you like a man in love—and he was. 

 As Weyoun got closer he could sense it. An air of concern was lingering around you and as he approached he could tell you were trembling. “Ara?” Weyoun asked as he placed his arm around your waste. You froze stiff, worried that you’d be seen. Clearly Weyoun didn’t care. 

To him your relationship needn't longer be secret. After all, were you carrying his child it  would be only a short time before everyone would know anyways. Something wasn’t right and he couldn’t help but come to comfort you. To hold you in his arms as he begged you to tell him what troubled you.

“Ara, please.” he pleaded softly. His eyes, widening when you turned to face him. Looking at the once warm and bright sparkle in your eyes, replaced by pain.

“I’m sorry.” you said, unable to control yourself from collapsing to your knees. The pain of his anticipated rejection breaking your spirit. Weyoun dropped down beside you. The Vorta, placing his arm around you before commanding his Jem’Hadar for space. 

“ Leave us.” he ordered, as the two reluctant guards widened the distance between you. “Ara, tell me what's wrong? Has someone hurt you?” Weyoun asked. You sniffled back, trying your best to avoid eye contact with him.

“No…no it's nothing like that.”

“Then what is it then?” Weyoun asked, confused now more than ever. 

“It didn’t work. Dr. Bashir must be wrong.” You sobbed quietly against his chest. Gripping tight to his shift as you prepared yourself to be pushed away. 

“Dr. Bashir was not wrong.” He said sternly, feeling you stiffen up once more against him, before forcing you to look at him. “Ara, look at me.” This time his command to you. You swallowed back as you stared into his eyes. Knowing that he could see the pain and shame as they poured from yours. 

“I…” you said, trailing off as you lost your nerve to tell him. 

“The good doctor assured me that these things can take time. Ara did you…Are you upset because you got your... I mean did you receive your…” Weyoun continued, struggling to find the way to ask you. Insisting you never leave his gaze.

“Yes.” you cried, the word slipping from your lips like a precious secret. Weyoun said nothing a moment before pulling you hard against him. His lips finding the top of your head and his embrace warming you from the inside out. 

“It’s alright.” he calmed you, feeling you falling apart in his arms. “This changes nothing between us Ara. Nothing.” 

“Really?” you asked him, worried you’d heard him wrong. Weyoun giving you a sad but hopefully smile back.

“Really. We can try again.” He assured you. The wave of relief crashing into you like a tsunami. Crying hard once more from the sheer release of it as he held you. “This isn’t over I promise.”   

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Weyoun had taken you back to bed, but not without being noticed.  The eyes of your peers and Cardassian’s alike were watching you both as the Vorta diplomat smuggled you back to the confines of quarters. Weyoun hadn’t even realized, not that he would have cared knowing he had aroused their attention. It was too late to change it now, whispers of it had already reached the ears of both Kira and Odo. 

Thankfully for now the two of them were more than preoccupied. Your friends, working together as they conspired against the Dominion. The two of them, devising a plan to get Bajoran security reinstated on the station and maybe then have a moment to talk some sense into you for seeing him. For now you’d remain ignorant of it all. Curled up in Weyoun's arms as he held you tight.

The two of you, only concerned with the passion that continued to grow between you. Weyoun, knowing that deep down there was nothing he wanted more than to be with you. His resilience gave you the strength you needed to press on. Feeling for sure, for the first time, that Weyoun did have feelings for you too, even if the words to express it escaped him.  

You had spent another night dazzling him with accounts of your childhood. Finally explaining to Weyoun why your people wore d’ja pagh. Telling him that the connection it brings, the closeness it made you feel to the Celestial Temple was everything. Weyoun, both fascinated and inspired by your commitment to your religion and belief in the spirit.  

Weyoun had also enlightened you. The Vorta had no such beliefs, their Gods were the Founders and the Founders alone. All that they were meant for was here on a physical plane. Your belief in something after this life, something outside the cloning process, comforted him even if he couldn’t fully understand it. 

Weyoun smiled as you continued on. Captivated by your passion and how you lit up at the mere mention of your family. The Vorta loved every minute of it,  every chance to learn of you. Hoping one day he would understand and know everything there was to know about you. 

A few days had now passed since the incident with Weyoun and you on the promenade. So far you were relieved that no mention of it had directly made its way to either of you. Though you both knew it was only a matter of time. Weyoun tried to continue on with business as usual. Giving the Jem’Hadar their fix of the white before looking over the rest of his reports from the deployed Dominion fleet. Looking forward even less to another uninspired report from Dukat, the Cardassian having once again failed to neutralize the minefield. 

“We pledge our loyalty to the Founders from now until death.” The group of Jem’Hadar pledged. All of them in unison as they watched Weyoun crack open the case full of Ketracel-White and prepare for them the vials they so desperately craved. 

“Then receive this reward from the Founders, may it keep you strong.” Weyoun replied, noticing only then that Dukat was watching him from behind them.  

“You enjoy that don't you?” Dukat said as the Jem’Hadar troops filed back out from the wardroom and into the hall. “That constant reminder that you're their master.” he  mused. Taking hold of a vial of Ketracel-white, tilting and turning it in his grasp as the liquid pooled with the changing of gravity. 

“The Founders are the masters, I am merely their servant as are the Jem’Hadar—and you.” Weyoun reminded him, snatching back the vial before sealing it back within the case. 

“That may be, but even amongst servants someone has to be in charge. Hmm?”

“Hahaha…” Weyoun chuckled, “that is exactly the kind of observation I have come to expect from you Dukat. Interesting yet somewhat…petty.” Suddenly the door swished open, interrupting their interlude as Damar, with Odo, unexpectedly walked inside. 

“Forgive me. But he insisted on seeing you.” Damar explained. Instantly Weyoun softened. With Odo there, he felt he stood before greatness. Graced by the presence of one of his Gods. 

“Founder.” Weyoun bowed his head in reverence as he held out his arms. Praising the changeling for his company. “I am honored by your visit. Is there some way I can be of service?” Weyoun asked, his eyes rising up to meet with Odo's expressionless face. 

“I want my Bajoran security officers reinstated.” Odo stated very matter of fact. 

“Consider it done.” Weyoun responded without a second thought though he could feel Dukat’s eyes, searing into the back of his head.  

“From now on they'll be responsible for security on the promenade.” Odo continued. Dukat again, angered by Weyoun’s response.  

“I don't see any problem with that.” he agreed. The Vorta’s quickness to comply and his ever present leniency when it came to Odo, made both the Cardassian’s more uncomfortable by the second. 

“I do.” Dukat finally chimed in. Weyoun quickly turned back to snap at him. He would be damned to have a Cardassian speak to a Founder in such a manner.

“This is between me and Odo. I'll thank you to keep out of it.” he hissed before returning his attention back. 

“I'll have my officers report to the armory within the hour.” Odo responded, shooting a look over to Damar for confirmation. Both Cardassians stood there, unable to stop the situation Weyoun and Odo had set in motion. As Odo went to leave, Weyoun began to speak once more. His words, stopping Odo in his tracks.

“Now that I've done something for you, perhaps there's something you'd consent to do for me.” Weyoun began. Odo turned back around to face him. Waiting not so eagerly to hear if this might have anything to do with the rumors about Weyoun and you. 

“Oh?”

“Only ask that you do us the honor of becoming a member of the station's Ruling Council. Who better to have amongst us—but a Founder himself?” Weyoun smiled. Dukat’s face instantly turned sour. Odo could practically see the hatred seething from all of his pores. Rejecting it just as fast as the words left Weyoun's lips. 

“This is a terrible idea Weyoun… we sh–” Dukat started, before Odo interrupted him. 

“I will do it.”

When Weyoun arrived back that evening he was elated to tell you the news. Odo had indeed accepted his invitation. Weyoun, finally able to sit beside him on the council. There was a palpable note of pride in Weyoun’s voice as he recounted the events. Only losing it when he had begun discussing the continued issue with the minefields and Dukat’s insubordination. Both subjects you had felt you shouldn’t be privy too. 

Though you wouldn't say it aloud, It was comforting to know that Odo would now have a voice in making station policy. You knew that Odo had been nothing but wonderful to your people. Nothing but willing to do the right thing in all the years you knew him. Now however the right thing might not mean the same to you. 

It was clear from the moment the Cardassian and Weyoun claimed the station that Kira and the crew wouldn't allow things to stand. Deep down you knew they were scheming against the Dominion—against Weyoun. They were already up to something. Something you knew you dare not mention to Weyoun even if you knew the details. 

Finding yourself wondering if you had been too far removed from them these past few months to even know what that might be. “That's wonderful news.” you replied, happy to see Weyoun so animated and light on his feet. Burying down your concerns and misgivings before he'd discern them on your face.

You enjoyed him this way. His child-like joy and playful nature—something you hadn't really seen since the times spent in the holosuite on Bajor. It was moments like this you longed for. Seeing the man you loved, filled with excitement and happiness. Hoping to yourself that it would last—for you both. 

“Oh and I almost forgot.” Weyoun continued, catching you off guard as you began to set the table. Feeling a bit silly as you did. Like the two of you were simply “playing house”. Pretending the worries and troubles beyond Weyoun's walls couldn’t touch either of you while you remained inside. 

“What's that now?” you asked. Setting down the final form before looking back up at him. 

“We are being blessed by a visit from the Dominion head Founder. She is coming to see Odo. I can not wait for her to see the progress we have made…” He continued, though you no longer were hearing anything but the sound of your heart beating faster in your ears. Suddenly sick to your stomach at the thought of her arrival. It was so different for him. Weyoun was thrilled to show off his prowess in the handling the war while to you her presence was nothing more than a threat to the rest of the crew—to your people who resided on the station. It was so easy to forget at times that this was still war and you, though kept far from the front lines, were in the middle of it. 

“Ara?” Weyoun said, his voice littered with concern, breaking you from your thoughts. “Is everything alright?”

“Yes, I’m sorry I was just my train of thought.” you told him with a soft smile. Weyoun smiled at you. Coming towards you and wrapping his arms around the small of your waist. 

“Maybe we should skip dinner.” he whispered, bringing his lips against the space where your neck met with your shoulders. Pressing them there as his fingers gently glided over your belly. 

“You’re not hungry?”

“Oh that I am, just for something other than hasperat.” he hummed, kissing along the line of your neck before turning your face to catch your lips on his. 

“If you insist.” you giggled, the warmth of passion flowing over you. Weyoun wasted no time. Picking you up into his arms and carrying you back to the bedroom. The hasperat would most definitely have to wait.  

He laid you down on the bed, making quick work of your dress. His face, unable to control the expression of sheer delight as he removed his shirt. Looking over your naked body as if it was his own personal conquest–his own world of exploration. For a moment you wondered if even he could forget about the war. 

“Ara you are perfection. There is nothing I want more than to spend lifetimes showing you just how perfect you are.” he hummed as he lowered himself over you. Kissing you gently before pulling you over and on top of him. 

“Oh!” you jolted. Now straddling your Vorta lover. You couldn’t help but run your hands up his chest. Your heated core pulsing as you accidentally brushed up against his still cloaked shaft. Weyoun began rutting upward into you, the look of desire and hunger filled his eyes. 

“I need you.” he cooed, his hands finding their way to the plump flesh of your breasts. “Can’t you see that.”

“I can.” you hummed back. Fingers trailing down his line of hair to the precipice of his pants. Freeing his hardened cock from them, before tossing them aside. Weyoun swallowed back hard. 

He looked almost in pain, aching every moment he was still not inside you. His body, ready to be welcomed back as if he belonged there. A space made just for him to fit, for him to fill. Before you knew it, Weyoun had lost control. Grabbing your hips and forcing you to take him inside you. 

The slick from your own wanting, making it a smooth glide. Weyoun growled. His eyes moving along your body until he stared into yours. Both of you locked together in the moment of bliss between you. Mind and body, fixed nothing else but the feeling you both shared.

“You feel…you feel so good.” You moaned, slowly rising and falling on the length of him. Enjoying every movement, every thrust of him inside you. Feeling your body already shaking as you inched ever closer to climax. Weyoun too reveled in the way your body hugged him. Obsessed beyond reason, beyond madness for how it felt to make you his once more.

“Can you feel it Ara? Feel us becoming one.” Weyoun groaned, his thumbs dimpling into the flesh of your highs as he thrust upwards inside you. His rhythm, steady and slow—so well intentioned. 

“Oh…mmm... I feel it. Oh Weyoun!” You shamelessly moaned as you felt yourself begin to give way. Your climax hitting hard with an intense tingling deep inside, your body gripping him tight in your core. Wanting him to cum inside you so bad you could hardly stand it.

“Tell me what you want, Ara. Tell me that you are mine and that you want me to prove to everyone who you belong to. Show everyone who desires you, who loves you.” Weyoun commanded, his words making you both emotional and drunk in pleasure.   

“Yes Weyoun, I want it. I want all of it. I’m yours.” You mewled, “please…please cum inside me please.” you begged, feeling hazy from your own orgasm that you could hardly believe you’d said the words.  

Don't worry, I'm going to. I am going to make you my Ara. Mine until the stars burn out. Ah!.” Weyoun said as you felt him swell within you. The hot burst of liquid from inside him, filling you up as he continued to ride out his orgasm. Sending you over once more.

The two of you collapsed together in a puddle of sweat and ecstasy. Both breathless and panting hard from your endeavors. Weyoun pulled you into his arms. Needing to be close to you even now. Needing to feel that your heart beat just as fast as his from the excitement. 

“I love you…Weyoun.” you said, without thinking. Not realizing that you might have opened the flood gate for things you weren't ready to hear—to feel.

“I…Ara…” Weyoun began, not quite able to say the words. 

“I know.” you replied, unable to continue watching him  struggle with his own emotions. He had only told you that he was beginning to understand love. But what was love if not him wanting you to be his, if not him wanting you to carry his child. What moment would suffice, what would be enough for him to finally admit that he loved you? 

“No. No you don’t know. Ara I love you.” Weyoun declared, looking more sure than you had ever seen him. You began to cry, the tears shed of happiness glistening in your eyes as Weyoun held you tightly in his arms.

“This can’t be real. I must be dreaming.” you cried, burying your face in the crook of his arm. Weyoun kissed the top of your head. Cradling you beside him as he pulled up the covers. Noticing that as the heat began dissipating from your love making, you had begun to shiver. 

“It is real…” Weyoun whispered as he held you close, “...all of it.”    

A few weeks had passed since that night, and you once again found yourself waking from Weyoun’s bed. You blinked in surprise when you found his spot empty. It was much too early for any meetings and while you knew the Founder was due to arrive today, it wasn’t like him to leave without telling you. 

You decided to shrug it off, distracting yourself from the confusion and worry by getting ready for your shift. You climbed sorely from bed, wishing you had stayed asleep. Throwing on your uniform and pulling up your hair before heading out for the infirmary. When you arrived, however, things were chaotic. 

All hell had seemed to have broken loose on Terok Nor, or at least that's how all the other nurses were describing it as you arrived for your shift. A fight occurred during the previous evening, between the Jem’Hadar and some of the Cardassian troops, inside Quark’s bar. All this had happened while you had slept and suddenly it made sense why Weyoun was absent that morning, clearly having been called out to deal with the fallout from this debacle. Though you were more than a little surprised you managed to have slept through him leaving. 

While you were at work, Weyoun was busy in the wardroom with Dukat and Odo. A post-altercation ruling council meeting in order. Weyoun was absolutely livid with Dukat for allowing Damar’s stupidity to go unchecked. Even more angry that he was having to confine both the involved Jem’Hadar and the Cardassians to quarters pending disciplinary hearings. All at the same time as the Founder was to arrive.  

“If the two of you could be more discreet with your…unpleasant musings and disruptions this might have been avoided.” Weyoun stressed, feeling a sense of shame having to discuss this embarrassing situation in front of Odo. Dukat remained nonchalant, to him the situation was trivial at best.  

“It was hardly a disruption.” dismissed Dukat

“You’re kidding?” Odo chimed, clearly shocked that Dukat would take it so lightly. 

“Odo… I assure you that the Dominion is taking this matter very seriously… and if Gul Dukat appreciates his position, he would do well to do the same.” Weyoun chided, his eyes sharply cast on Dukat.  

“My apologies.” the Cardassian muttered, “Now back to business… Legate Krim will be arriving in the morning.” 

“I’ll have a security detail escort him to your office.” Odo assured. Arms crossed as he struggled with the urge to leave every second. “Well, if that's all...” He continued, rising from his seated position. Just as Weyoun and Dukat began to stand, she arrived. The female Founder with her two Jem’Hadar guards in tow. 

Weyoun was elated, approaching her cautiously. His arms stretched out in welcoming her as he spoke. “Founder. You honor us with your presence.” he said, bowing his head. 

“I understand the war is going well.” she stated. Her tone, devoid of praise or gratitude. Weyoun didn’t see it that way. The Founders need not bother with such insignificant things as pleasantries. That was something his people were for. 

“Only because I followed the plan the Founders’ laid out for me.” Weyoun praised. 

“Welcome to Terok Nor.” Dukat said, cutting in. Weyoun immediately ignited with uncontrollable irritation as the Cardassian came to stand beside him. “I’m glad we are finally getting a chance to meet. As the leaders of our respective worlds, you and I will be taking our people into a future that I am quite sure…” Dukat began.

“What about the mine field?” the female Founder interjected. “Why hasn’t it been deactivated. The Founder infuriated that the minefield had kept her trapped inside the Alpha Quadrant for as long as it had. Trapped with the solids she so vehemently despised. Weyoun couldn't help but smirk.

“Yes—Dukat, this delay is intolerable. There are thousands of Jem’Hadar ships stranded on the other side of the wormhole waiting to come through and join the war effort.” Weyoun chided.

“Maybe you haven’t read the latest reports, but even without those ships… I’m still winning this war.” Dukat snapped. 

“You're winning?!” Weyoun snapped back, quickly sending a disapproving glance before turning back to face the Founder. “I assure you, I am intimately involved in all military decisions…”

“See to it the mine field is brought down.” The female Founder commanded, the level of control in her voice never wavering even as she grew tired of the bickering between Weyoun and Dukat. 

“Of course.” Weyoun assured her, bringing his hands together in praise as Dukat looked on. “We’ve imposed our presence on you long enough.” the Vorta continued, readying himself to leave as he worried that he had offended her in some way. Dukat too, taking his leave from the wardroom.

As the female Founder settled in the space she was surprised when only a few short moments later Weyoun returned. “I thought the matter was settled, Weyoun?” she asked him. Noticing the nervousness in his demeanor. A change from the previous air of confidence and control he had held before Dukat.

“Oh it is, I had another matter I wished to discuss with you if you don’t mind before I leave the two of you.” Weyoun explained, excited and nervous to be sharing the news of his progress with you to the Founder and Odo at the same time. 

“Go on.” She told him. Odo began looking uncomfortable.

“Maybe I should come back.” he began, ready to leave when Weyoun stopped him. 

“No, please stay. This will only take a moment.” Weyoun pleaded. Odo, shifting around where he stood until finally agreeing to stay for whatever it was Weyoun wished to say.

“I just wanted to assure you that negotiations between myself and the Bajoran woman, Nurse Chercut Ara are well on their way. I was advised by Dr. Bashir that these things do take some time, especially given that we are two separate species…but…that being said, I have every confidence that we will be successful.” Weyoun beamed, only to find both Odo and the female Founder looking back at him in confusion. 

“I’m sorry, I don’t understand.” Odo responded. Weyoun took a deep breath in, trying to recompose himself as he prepared to explain. Odo of course didn’t know as of yet, he hoped however that this would be welcome news for him–seeing as how he was friends with Ara.    

“Founders, please forgive me. Allow me to clarify. I am speaking about the arrangement to have a coupling between myself and Ara—to conceive a half Bajoran, half Vorta child. Strengthening the bond with Bajoran people and the Dominion.” Weyoun reminded. As soon as the words left him, Odo’s eyes widened, your recent absence at their meetings and sporadic shifts in the infirmary began to make sense. It was in that moment too that the female Founder recalled Weyoun and her previous conversation on the matter.

“Ah yes, I do remember us speaking on it. Weyoun, I am sorry to say things have changed.” she began. The color, dropping from Weyoun’s cheeks. 

“Changed, how?” he asked her. His heart was beginning to pound hard against his ribs. Feeling the sweat pooling on his brow as the nervousness grew inside him.  

“The situation with the Bajoran woman is over. There is no need to attempt such relations with the Bajorans at this time. It will be more efficient for the Dominion to have the Cardassians continuing to subdue rebellion more than any half Vorta, half Bajoran child ever could.” She explained. Knowing that there was no need if Dukat kept control. All they needed now was the mine field brought down so that the rest of the Jem’Hadar could pull through and the Alpha Quadrant was as good as theirs—the Federation along with it.  

“Founder…” Weyoun muttered, his heart shattering inside him. The female Vorta became more agitated with Weyoun’s insistence. 

“I said that is over Weyoun. You will cease the relationship between you and the Bajoran woman. Is that understood?” the female Founder chided, now completely unamused and the first time Odo had heard her raise her voice.

“As you wish.” Weyoun conceded. His head down as the female Vorta and Odo left him standing alone in the wardroom. 

When evening arrived and you ended your shift, you had never been so relieved. The fatigue, hitting you that much harder today than ever before. Cursing your aching feet with every step to Weyoun’s quarters. When you arrived, just outside staring at the two Jem’Hadar before you, you knew something was wrong. 

You went to walk inside when they stopped you. The two of them blocking your path with their bodies. The sheer size of them, intimating you—not to mention their very much functional weapons.

“I am here to see Weyoun, what is the problem?” you asked them, trying to keep calm.  

“You will return to your quarters on the Vorta’s explicit orders.” One of them finally told you. Your eyes blown wide at the words. 

“Please…just…” you tried once more to push past them. This time one of them, grabbing you hard by the arm.

“We said return to your quarters.” He hissed, his grip bruising your arms as you tried to pull away. Before you knew it, you were being escorted back to your own rooms by a group of them. Scared not only at the implications, but worried that they might actually physically harm you. Confused and panicked inside, you chose to comply.

It was a whole hour later when there was a visitor at your door. An hour you had spent spiraling inside. “Computer, allow them in.” you commanded, pacing the room like your life depended on it. Shocked when Weyoun stepped inside–alone.

“Ara.” he said, his face filled with an expression that immediately sent you back to spinning. Feeling as if the wind was knocked out of your chest.  

“What is going on?” you asked, continuing to pace around. The Vorta putting his hand on your shoulder and ushering you towards the sofa.

“Ara, please sit down.” he suggested, the tone of his voice was melancholic and dark. Whatever was about to come was going to hurt and you knew it. 

“No! First I am told I need to leave and then I get dragged back here like some prisoner. I demand to know what's going on Weyoun!” You yelled, not caring if the whole habitat ring heard you.  

“Fine if you won’t sit then I will just have to…”

“Tell me what is going on!” you demanded, watching a flash of anger appear in Weyoun’s eyes. 

“It seems the Founders have chosen to eliminate our negotiations.” He said, very matter of fact. Tone devoid of feeling. It was as if he were truly speaking of some business arrangement. 

“No… no they can’...Weyoun. Can’t you talk to them. I mean, we can still be together right? This doesn’t have to change anything between us does it?” you asked, more breathless with every word. Tears freely falling as you tried to bargain for something that could not be bargained for. 

“I’m afraid not. They are certain this is the right thing.” Weyoun continued. You clutched your chest. The air you so desperately needed, burning as it entered your lungs. Heart severed into a million pieces.

“No…I don’t accept this. There has to be something… maybe Odo…” you rambled. 

“I live only to serve the Founders. I will not go against their wishes, Ara. There is nothing more to be said.” Weyoun hissed, angry with you for having to make him say it. Angry with you for being so hurt, so incredibly hurt. 

Weyoun’s own heart ripped and thrown, bloodied from his chest. He couldn’t stand to see you hope for something he could not give. He had to make you hate him. To stop your pain for a love lost so you could move on without him. 

“It was never love Ara… It was only ever for the Founders. It always has been…always will be.” Weyoun explained. His tone was cold and unforgiving. Inside himself, dying along with you. Wanting so badly to hold you and never let go—but he couldn’t.   

“Get out.” You screamed at him. Holding your chest as if you could keep your heart from shattering. You turned away, falling to your knees as Weyoun stood beside you. Hoping he would pick you up and tell you everything was going to be ok.

Instead he stood still. Watching as the woman he loved fell apart. Tortured by having to watch you in so much pain, and all because of him. He walked back to the door and stepped into the threshold, turning just before leaving to tell you, “As you wish.”