Morning Conversations
Story Two
Setting: I don't know, probably between season six and seven, but could conceivably
occur any time after His Way but before WYLB.
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She's leaned against me as she glances through a PADD, schedules and things
I feel relatively sure that if it were something I wasn't to know (and I get
the feeling there are a lot of those somethings, from time to time), she wouldn't
be here. So, I look at it without looking, exactly, while I soak up the body
heat she's giving off. Humanoids are so intoxicatingly warm, and I wonder if
my people have ever spent the time to notice this, or enjoy it.
Then she stops, and lapses into quiet, not even the sound of the scrolling of
the PADD anymore. She's going to talk, soon, so I listen.
"Do you know when this started?"
"When what started?" I hate it when she's vague. It seems a common
failing of those in romantic relationships. Several years ago, I would have
tacked on a conditional statement about 'you humanoids', but these days I catch
myself doing it. It's maddening.
"This." She says, looking at me with those warm eyes I've never been
able to resist. I open my mouth to have her clarify further, but she catches
me before I can. "Us."
"Oh." She's obviously not forgotten the dates, or the Promenade, as
I still from time to time get congratulated for that. I lean forward, forcing
her to sit up. I consider. She probably means when I first noticed I loved her.
"You mean, when did I first ... know I loved you?"
I feel inwardly quite stupid about the pause. There was no reason for it, and
yet it was involuntary, a response to a secret that long ago ceased being one.
She watches me closely, a smile spreading on her lips. "Well?"
"I'm trying to remember..." I say, with a gruff little impatient punctuation
at the end. She chuckles, and I too, smile, amused that I've made her laugh.
Then, I consider it. I've never quite pinned the moment down. Was it when I
first saw her, in the Bajoran sector of the divided Terok Nor? Or when she first
stepped out of the airlock to take command of the station from me? Or was it...
a thousand different types of kindness to a very lonely me echo around my memory.
She sits quietly, waiting, and I wonder if I'll try her patience before I can
come up with a real answer. "I think, it was when Sisko found the wormhole.
Do you remember, I asked you if I could come along? You said yes. I never really
forgot that-- I don't think I talked about wanting to find where I came from
that often, before. And you didn't seem to think it odd of me." The more
I speak about that moment, the more truth I find in what I'm saying.
She tugs at her earring, and then says, "To tell you the truth, I don't
really. I was so excited about finding the celestial temple, in our own backyard,
that I wasn't giving much thought to anything else." She looks apologetic,
but I can't muster a real emotion out of myself. Perhaps bemused might describe
it.
"Well, that's all right. I don't really expect you to remember something
you weren't aware of." I season this with a light flavoring of sarcasm,
and then she settles back against my chest. Any second now, I expect her to
pick up the PADD again, and go back to work.
"I'm sorry I didn't."
"Didn't what?" I say, demanding she finish the complete sentence,
just to object. Inside, I'm really quite happy, whatever she means, and part
of me is beginning to object to being solid.
"Didn't notice it sooner. Didn't notice ... Jadzia's prodding, or Garak's
questioning inquiries, or your awkwardness with Shakkar and Bariel. I should
have put it together. Maybe I would have ... I don't know."
I close my eyes to focus on being here, being me. "Well, I can't say I
object, really, to the way things turned out."
"Me either." And then she snuggles against me once more, and picks
up her PADD.