Story: It's A Good Day... To Get Married (women_in_startrek DS9)
It's not exactly a new story but I hope you'll enjoy it.
Title: It's a Good Day... To Get Married
Author: romansilence
Fandom: DS9 (with a character from Voyager)
Pairing:Dax/Worf, Kira Nerys/B'Elanna Torres
Rating: not quite NC-17
It's A Good Day to . . . Get Married!
by
romansilence
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Disclaimer: You all know it, the characters and background story don't
belong to me, unfortunately. No copyright infringement is intended, no
profit will be made.
Language Disclaimer: English is not my first language. So, please be
lenient.
Also, there are a few snippets of Klingon in this story. At the end
you'll find a translation of the terms used in order of appearance.
Sexual Disclaimer: This story deals among others wit a loving
relationship between two consenting adult women, though there will be
no graphic descriptions. So, please go away if you're not old enough
or you don't like stuff like this, and if it's illegal where you live,
order a U-haul and move!
Timeline: This is basically a Star Trek: Deep Space Nine story. I
borrowed the character of B'Elanna Torres from Star Trek: Voyager but
gave her a slightly different biographical background. On three
occasions I use some dialogue taken directly from the episode "You are
cordially invited" (Season six of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine), you'll
find the transcription at the wonderful TWIZ-site, together with a lot
of other transcripts of current and older TV-shows.
Thanks: Go as usual to my valiant beta-readers Pam and Mary. So, if
there are still grammar or spelling errors, it's my fault not theirs.
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Chapter One: How It All Began
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Kira Nerys, former member of the Shakaar resistance cell,
second-in-command of the most important space station in the Alpha
Quadrant, woke to the feeling of soft, smooth skin against her cheek.
Moments later she registered the curvaceous female body pressed
against her own naked flesh. She gently kissed the smooth skin without
moving her head.
She knew that she should be slightly surprised at her strong reaction
to the young woman sprawled in her bed. In a way it was completely out
of character for her. Even with Bareil, it had taken them longer to
end up in bed, but never before had anything felt so right. And
remembering their late night actions, she sent a silent thank you to
the spirit of Lo Paza who had taught a young Nerys how to please a
female lover.
She inhaled the distinctive scent of sandalwood and leather, and
mentally recalled the events that had ultimately given her this
precious gift.
Jadzia had spent the better part of her duty shift complaining about
the unreasonable expectations of Martok's wife, and during the party
and the ensuing confrontation she had had a first hand experience of
the volatile Lady of the House of Martok. She only had a superficial
understanding of the Klingon language, but one didn't need to be a
linguist to pick up on the tension and the aggressiveness between the
two tall women.
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The party was in full swing when Odo had appeared because someone had
complained about the noise level. She had convinced him to let it go
this time, and instead of continuing to avoid each other, as they had
done since the liberation of the station, they decided to talk. But
before they retreated to Jadzia's walk-in closet, Sirella had made her
appearance, shouting at Lieutenant Atoa who seemed to be sitting too
close to Jadzia Dax.
"You -- leave her or I'll cut your head off and hang it from my belt."
The bare-chested young man looked at her without the shadow of
understanding, but Dax was already on her feet, growling.
"I'll take care of this."
Atoa decided that it would be wiser not to come between the two of
them and retreated into the crowd.
"You were not invited." Dax' good mood from earlier had been replaced
with a cold fury of which only a few of the people present would even suspect
the easy going officer capable.
The tall Klingon woman, however, was utterly unimpressed with Dax'
display. "It is time for the Bre'Nan ritual."
"I'm busy," Dax snarled and began to turn her back to Sirella.
"Busy acting like a Risian slut."
Dax froze in mid-step and turned back, slowly. By then the whole room
had become aware of the changed atmosphere. The band stopped playing
and all eyes seem glued to the oblivious women.
"I'm only going to ask you to leave once." The threat was evident in
Dax' words.
But Sirella was far from backing down. "You will come with me now and
perform the Bre'Nan ritual to my satisfaction or I will cancel your
wedding."
Suddenly, the whole room fell silent and Dax' cursing sounded very
harsh and loud. "Toruk-DOH!"
Sirella acted on instinct. No Klingon would have been able to let such
an insult go. She pulled her Dagtagh from her belt but Dax was not an
easy prey. The edge of her hand hit Sirella's wrist and the dagger
fell to the floor while Jadzia's other hand collided firmly with the
older woman's jaw. She staggered back but without going down and Nog
and one of the Bajoran deputies who had been with Odo tried to
interfere.
Sirella stared at Dax, but made no move to get past the armed Deputy;
instead she spat out. "Mok'Ta vor, kash a'VEH!"
She then marched out, with the crowd giving her plenty of room. A
moment of stunned silence followed her exit and the raven-haired
beauty snapped them all back to the task at hand, "What are you all
standing around for? The party's just getting started."
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That night had given her the chance to clear the air between Odo and
her; and now it seemed they were on the way to rebuild their former
friendship. But she should have know that this would not be the last
time she had seen the proud Lady of The House of Martok. In her heart,
however, she could not help but thank the two stubborn women. She
might never have gotten to know the woman still lying in her arms
otherwise.
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Chapter Two: The Klingon Way
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"You can't expect Sirella to treat you like Curzon just because you
carry his memories. To her, you're just a young woman who's decided to
marry into her family. If you have to get down on your knees and kiss
Sirella's boots, then that's what you have to do. And you know that.
From the moment you decided to marry Worf, you've known that sooner or
later, you'd have to bow down and show her the respect she's due."
Benjamin's words echoed in Jadzia's mind long after he had left. She
knew that he was right, but still held a full-blown debate with
herself whether to give in or not. Curzon was especially adamant about
not giving in to Lady Martok's demands. Toben, Emony, Ordred, and even
Torias, however, told her to listen to her heart and not her pride. As
always it was Leia, her first host, who tipped the balance by
reminding her of her own words.
"I guess it's time for me to grow up, too."
She slowly rose from her couch and walked over to her comm unit. In
the middle of punching the number of Sirella's temporary quarters, she
stopped. She had to do this in person, and she had to do this the
right way, the Klingon way.
Jadzia knew that as an outsider who wanted to join a prestigious
Klingon house she would have to humble herself. There simply was no
other way, and there also was no point in stalling any longer.
But still she could not bring herself to use the turbo lift to get to
the other side of the station where the VIP quarters were located.
Instead she swiftly passed the length of the almost deserted
corridors, and crossed the promenade to reach the other side of the
habitat ring.
The tall woman rang the door chime and lowered herself to her right
knee. She knew that protocol demanded that she be on both knees, like
the supplicant she was, but somehow this was a step she could not take
-- she was not ready to take -- despite her best intentions.
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The door swished open and suddenly she felt a presence next to her. It
would be inappropriate to turn her head, but the scent was very
familiar.
"What do you want, females?" The haughty voice of General Martok's
wife asked.
"Sirella joH, Jadzia, daughter of Kela, offers her sincere apologies
for acting like a Duj ngaDha'. I'm Nerys, daughter of Merou. I speak
as Jadzia's friend and sister-in-arms. To repair the rift between us
we invoke DIb quv tob."
It took all of Jadzia's three hundred years of self-control not to
jump to her feet at her friend's words, not only at being called the
equivalent of an irresponsible child, but also because she hadn't had
the faintest idea that the Bajoran knew anything about Klingon
customs.
The Lady of The House of Martok seemed as surprised by this turn of
events as Jadzia was, but she quickly recovered. "qabwlj vlSo'be'."
Then another, younger, voice continued. "Your challenge is accepted,
daughter of Kela. One hour from now, we'll need a big empty room to do
this."
"Cargo bay four has been prepared. Odo, our chief of security will
escort you."
The door closed and Jadzia accepted her friend's helping hand to get
back on her feet. She seemed half in a daze and started to
automatically walk to the cargo bay. Suddenly, she stopped and turned
to Nerys who was casually strolling at her side.
"I can't let you do this, Nerys. It's too dangerous and Benjamin would
never condone a duel to death on his station."
"It's done, Jadzia, and as the station's executive officer I'll take
full responsibility. Besides, I was told that the DIb quv tob, the
Right to Prove One's Honour is not a fight to the death. We'll only
have to fight them to a standstill. That's why it won't be just
between Sirella and you, but also a fight between her friend and me."
"You planned this, you and this stranger? How? Why?"
"Yes, she told me about this DIb quv tob thing. She said that a friend
of her grandfather asked for her help. Odo has reluctantly agreed to
act as a neutral observer. Everything is ready."
"I still can't let you do it. You don't have any experience fighting
with a bat'leth. You could get hurt, Nerys. I don't hold my pride
higher than your safety."
"I told you, Jadzia. It's done. I'm not Klingon, but Bajorans have
just as strong a sense of honour as they do. And by initiating this
duel or whatever you want to call it I put my honour at stake as well
as yours. There's no way to back down now. so, let's go to the cargo
bay, you can show me a few moves with this over-sized knife the
Klingons love so much."
The young Starfleet officer looked at Kira with big disbelieving eyes
and burst out laughing when she saw the twinkle in her friend's eyes.
"You know that you're completely out of your mind, right?"
"That's what friends are for, Jadzia."
The raven-head impulsively hugged her smaller friend and they stepped
into a turbo lift.
---
Half an hour later, Jadzia began to feel cautiously optimistic that
they at least stood a chance to save their faces. The Bajoran Major
was a natural with the bat'leth.
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Exactly on time the cargo bay door opened to Odo and their opponents.
Sirella looked very impressive in her battle armour with the deadly
blade cradled in her arms.
The other woman was almost half a head shorter with wavy dark hair
held back by a leather thong. Her forehead ridges were less pronounced
than one would usually expect, but she held herself with pride and the
casual way she carried her bat'leth at her side spoke of confidence
and great familiarity with the weapon.
"DIb quv tob has been granted to you, nov'pu. I am B'Elanna, daughter
of Miral, and I stand beside Sirella, joH of The House of Martok. May
Kahless be with us."
"DIb quv tob will seal the rift. I am Nerys, daughter of Merou. May
the prophets guide our blades."
Kira and B'Elanna bowed to each other without breaking eye contact.
Odo raised his right arm and called, "mog! Begin!"
Sirella and Jadzia immediately circled each other like two predators
fighting over a hunting ground. They rushed at each other with force
and the loud clanging of their weapons finally also propelled the
other two combatants into action.
B'Elanna handled the big weapon with the ease of an expert, but Nery's
instincts had been honed in years of fighting against Cardassians
twice as big and three times as heavy as herself. The ex-freedom
fighter didn't care for style or elegance but for effectiveness.
Reflexes sharpened since she was barely in her teens kicked in when
the young Klingon picked up the speed of her attacks.
The redhead felt the impact of the blade against her own all the way
down to her shoulders. She instinctively deflected the weapon and
tried to attack her opponent's side. Her swing was blocked and she
barely avoided being swept from her feet by the younger woman's right
leg. Using her momentum she swirled around and aimed for the other
side.
Nerys could see the sparkle in the Klingon's eyes. B'Elanna obviously
was having fun and to her utter surprise she found the feeling rather
contagious and offered a grin of her own.
If she had taken the time to think about it, she probably would have
berated herself. Fighting was not supposed to be fun; it was something
one had to do to survive. She would have asked herself what Kai Opaka
would have said to her feelings; but instead of thinking she just went
with the flow.
Later, she could only describe it as an eerie familiarity, as if this
had not been the first time they had crossed blades. Nerys was
completely oblivious of Odo's evident surprise at the fighting prowess
his Bajoran friend showed and also of the still less than friendly
fight playing out at the other side of the big room.
Fighting never before had been even remotely sensual, but now she
could smell her opponent's scent: sweat, leather, sandalwood, and
something she couldn't identify. It distracted her from their
intricate dance and the business end of a bat'leth sliced through the
fabric of her uniform. She immediately refocused and landed a lucky
shot to B'Elanna's ribs with the flat of her blade.
Suddenly their weapons were locked one in the other and a grunt of
pain made them both look to the other fighters. By silent accord, they
resumed their own fight and began to close the gap to the other pair.
They deliberately manoeuvred themselves in the range of Jadzia's and
Sirella's weapons and with a quick shuffle and shift had traded
opponents. Nerys now was facing the older Klingon and B'Elanna had to
fend off Jadzia's attacks.
Sirella relied a lot more on pure strength and constantly tried to
overpower the smaller woman, but the Bajoran countered with speed and
flexibility. Nerys' weapon cut the Klingon right above her left
eyebrow but the attack had left her open for a reverse sweep. The
bat'leth hit her ribs with enough force to propel her to the ground. A
familiar stab of pain let her know that at least one of her ribs was
cracked.
Out of the corner of her eyes she saw Odo move, ready to interfere but
she stopped him with a hand signal. She got back on her feet and
attacked with a flurry of movements that drove Sirella back. The woman
stumbled and landed on her back.
Every single one of Nerys' battle-honed instincts screamed at her to
end this fight once and for all, but she held her gut reaction in
check and waited for Sirella to get back on her feet.
During the next few minutes, the Bajoran had to remind herself that
this fight was not about life and death. It was not about saving the
life of a friend. So, she pulled some of her blows and quickly became
aware that the older Klingon was doing the same. A couple of cuts and
bruises were testament that this was not the sensual dance she had
shared with B'Elanna, but it also wasn't the angry confrontation she
had expected.
Finally Sirella took a step back and shouted. "pemev! Stop! It's
enough! yImev! Jadzia, Martok tuq puqbe'. I, Sirella, Lady of The
House of Martok declare in front of these witnesses that you Jadzia,
daughter of Kela, are worthy to be a part of the House of Martok."
The Trill's mind had a hard time to cope with this sudden
announcement, but she at least had the presence of mind to give the expected answer.
"Sirella joH, I am honoured to become a part of your house. May my
bat'leth serve the House of Martok well." Jadzia lowered herself on
her right knee and offered her weapon to the Klingon on her
outstretched arms.
"Rise, Jadzia of the House of Martok and be welcome." The tall woman
kissed Jadzia's cheeks, pulled her in a hug, and whispered, "You
choose your friends well."
She let go of the raven-head and turned her attention to Nerys. "Kira
Nerys, daughter of Merou, you are a true warrior. You have SuvwI
toDuj, the courage of a warrior. I will see you all this evening."
Sirella swiftly turned around and left the cargo bay. Shortly after
Odo herded the other three women to Julian's infirmary where one of
his nurses tended their minor injuries.
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Chapter Three: Fall-out
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A few hours later, Kira Nerys, Jadzia Dax, B'Elanna, and Sirella were
standing in front of Captain Benjamin Sisko's desk which was flanked
by a stony faced Constable and a rather confused and contrite looking
Julian Bashir.
Sisko's command mask was firmly in place. "Doctor, see to it that I
won't have to learn about the injuries of my senior officers via the
night shift report ever again. Is that clear?"
"Crystal clear, Sir."
"Dismissed, Doctor."
The young man hightailed it out of his superior's office, relieved to
be off the hook, at least for the moment. The closed door, however,
didn't do much to contain the captain's angry voice.
"Ladies, what the hell were you thinking?"
There was no answer.
"My second-in-command, my science officer, the Lady of a prestigious
Klingon House, and the respected Chief Engineer of a Bird of Prey
fighting in my cargo bay like a damn group of irresponsible children
and to top it all off, my chief of security is with them in the cargo
bay and doesn't even lift a finger to stop them.
"You disregarded Starfleet regulations and deliberately violated
station protocol. I'd really love to throw you all in the brig and
forget the access codes. So, what do you have to say for yourselves?
Lady Sirella?"
"Captain Sisko, will all due respect to your office, what happened
last night is none of your business. It only regards the House of
Martok and its allies," Sirella answered coldly.
"That's what General Martok told me. However, it happened on my
station and involved my officers, that makes it my business."
"Captain Sisko, as your second-in-command I take full responsibility
for what happened. I made a command decision and I stand by it, Sir."
Major Kira was standing ramrod straight with her hands clasped behind
her back. She avoided looking her superior officer in the eyes. "I'm
sorry I disappointed you, Emissary."
"Captain Sisko," the younger Klingon spoke up, "it was my idea to
clear the air by performing the DIb quv tob, the Right to Prove One's
Honour. My idea, my responsibility, qaH."
"Lieutenant Dax, do you have anything to say?"
"Sir, no, Sir. We both know that this whole thing only happened
because of my damn pride. So, no, I don't have any explanations or
excuses to offer, Sir."
"Well said, old man, and don't you forget that you're absolutely
right. In the end it worked; that's why I will let you all off the
hook, this time. And in the future I want you to keep your Klingon
problem solving off my station. And now, get out of here. We all have
a marriage ceremony to prepare. -- Constable, could I have another
moment?"
"Captain?"
"You're the only one who didn't say anything or tried to take the
blame."
"There was nothing to say, Captain. I owed it to Major Kira to support
the plan. During the occupation I let her down and I will not allow
anything like that to happen ever again."
"Dismissed, Constable."
Benjamin Sisko's command mask was replaced with a pensive expression.
He still wasn't entirely sure what to think about the whole thing, but
for once he decided not to look a gift horse too deeply into the
mouth.
He also knew that he would not be able to completely relax until
after the ceremony.
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Chapter Four: It Is Said That What Takes Long. . .
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Kira Nerys stood next to the young Klingon she had fought only the
night before and witnessed her best friend getting married. Sirella's
strong voice rang through Quark's and while she spoke it was as if
something in Nerys' mind responded to the story.
"With fire and steel did the gods forge the Klingon heart. So fiercely
did it beat, so loud was the sound, that the gods cried out: 'On this
day we have brought forth the strongest heart in all the heavens. None
can stand before it without trembling at its strength.'
"But then the Klingon heart weakened, its steady rhythm faltered and
the gods said, 'Why do you weaken so? We have made you the strongest
in all of creation.' And the heart said. . . "
Worf had joined her on the platform and answered. "I. . . am alone."
"And," Sirella continued, "the gods knew that they had erred. So they
went back to their forge and brought forth another heart. . . "
Sirella stretched a hand out and the crowd parted to clear a path for
Dax. More than one gasp was heard at her regal appearance. Dressed in
a revealing red dress with a form fitting top and slits in the wide
skirt, she made Nerys swallow hard. She strode right up to the
platform and faced Worf. Alexander handed them the highly polished bath'leths
he had been holding and they took them without even acknowledging his
presence.
Sirella continued the tale. "But the second heart beat stronger than
the first, and the first was jealous of its power."
Worf attacked Dax in an exaggeratingly slow motion and she parried the
blow easily, slipped her blade under his guard and pressed it against
his neck.
"Fortunately, the second heart was tempered by wisdom."
Sirella nodded towards Jadzia and the young woman said. "If we join
together no force can stop us."
Jadzia lowered the weapon. They grabbed the other in a warrior's
handshake and pulled each other close until their faces were only
inches apart.
"And when the two hearts began to beat together, they filled the
heavens with a terrible sound. For the first time, the gods knew fear.
They tried to flee, but it was too late. The Klingon hearts destroyed
the gods who created them and turned the heavens to ashes. To this
very day, no one can oppose the beating of two Klingon hearts... Not
even me." Sirella's last words were spoken quietly, meant for Jadzia
alone.
Nerys saw the relief on her friends face. Jadzia had been afraid that
the older woman's acceptance had not been genuine, but now she knew
that she really had been accepted. She was happy for the Trill, but
the story puzzled her; not so much for its content, but more for her
reaction to it. It stirred something deep within her, something she
never had felt with Shakaar or even Bareil. It was as if an abandoned
part of herself suddenly was reaching out.
She had been so deep in thought that she missed Worf's part of the
vows.
"Jadzia, daughter of Kela, does your heart beat only for this man."
"Yes."
"And do you swear to join with him and stand with him against all who
oppose you?"
"I swear."
"Then let all present here today know that this man and this woman. . .
are married."
Her last word was almost drowned in the cheer from the crowd to the
passionate kiss of the newly wed couple.
"Are you alright, Major? You look pensive."
"Please call me Nerys," the Bajoran answered. "You are entitled to
after drawing my blood." She unconsciously rubbed her still sore arm.
"I'm sorry I injured you. It was an accident. Want me to go to the
infirmary with you? A dermal regenerator will easily get rid of it."
"No, it's only a scratch. I'd like to keep it for a while, as a memory
of sorts," the redhead answered distractedly while Dax bowed her head
in front of Sirella and was embraced in return.
She missed the raised eyebrow of the young Klingon. "Please call me
B'Elanna. It's a wonderful story."
"Yes, it is, very Klingon though. I can't imagine a Bajoran thinking
of killing the Prophets."
"Our legends tell that it wasn't intentional. The gods just created
something that was much stronger than they imagined, too strong to
control. When Kahless and his Lady Locara fought in the Great Hall,
they prevailed against their enemies because they were secure in the
strength of their love. Sometimes Klingons do have a very romantic
side."
"Jadzia told me the story. It still is very Klingon: making love after
killing supposedly thousands of enemies."
"Perhaps one can only understand it with the heart, not with the
head." After a moment of awkward silence, B'Elanna added, "Would you
mind telling me more about your gods, your Prophets, about what
Bajorans believe in, Nerys?"
Surprise visibly registered on the Major's face.
"Yes, I know. Klingons are not known for their interests in other
cultures."
"But you are not like other Klingons, are you?" Nerys' voice was
slightly teasing as she turned her attention completely to the other
woman.
"I'm only half-Klingon. My father is human. He left us when I was five
and my mother returned with me to her family on Qo'nos. To me it was
as if I suddenly had been freed from tight restraints. For the first
time no one told me to be careful when I played; no one told me to
slow down to give the other children a chance. I suddenly no longer
was the best or the fastest, but it gave me something to strive for.
For the first time in my life, I felt comfortable and at home.
"My mother, however, insisted that I also get to know the other half
of my heritage, and though my father had left her, she still was in
contact with my paternal grandparents. Every year I spent at least
four weeks with them. My grand-dad taught me a lot about other
cultures. He was a professor."
B'Elanna didn't know why she was so open with this woman who basically
was still a stranger but it felt right, and her grand-father had also
taught her to trust her gut instinct.
"Let's congratulate the happy couple and find somewhere a bit quieter
to talk. I don't really like crowds and I don't want to shout while
speaking about the Prophets."
"Best idea I heard since getting chewed out by my new commanding
officer." B'Elanna reacted to the concern in Nerys' face. "There's no
need to worry. I was already on my way to DS9 when I got the message
about the troubles between Dax and Lady Sirella. I was about to join
the crew of the Rota'ran as their new jonpIn, their chief of
engineering. I had to pull a few strings to get assigned to the front
lines and General Martok was none too happy to see me in harm's way.
I've known him since our move to Qo'nos and he sees me as some kind of
adoptive daughter."
"So, the General called you?"
"No, he didn't know that I was coming. I managed to delay the arrival
of the new crew manifest 'til this morning. No, my mother's family has
long standing ties with some of the more prestigious Houses of the
Empire. One of them is a friend of Dax. His name is Kor and though he
in the beginning was trying to hold Martok back, he now is keeping a
favourable eye on the General and his House. He asked me to help, and
I never would refuse a request from the Da'har master."
"What would you like to know about the Prophets?"
They talked for hours and finally retreated to Nerys' quarters as soon
as the wedding festivities began to spill out of the confines of
Quark's and onto the rest of the promenade. But talking was not all
they did...
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Epilogue: . . . Ends Well
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A smile crept onto Nerys' face when she thought about what they had
done for the better part of the night. She reluctantly opened her eyes and
was greeted by intense brown orbs.
"Good morning, Bella."
"Good morning, Nerys," the younger woman answered.
They looked at each other for a long time.
Finally the Klingon-human hybrid said, "I don't want this to be a one
time thing."
"Neither do I, B'Elanna, daughter of Miral. Does this mean that you'll
be my, what did Dax call it, my parmal?"
"Parmaq'qay. Yes, I'd like to be your beloved and I'd like you to be
mine."
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The End
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Approximative translation of Klingon terms:
The Klingon I use is in its majority based on: Mark Okrand: Star Trek:
Klingon For the Galactic Traveler. New York, London, Toronto, Sydney,
Singapore: Pocket Books, 1997.
"Toruk-DoH!": an especially strong Klingon curse of which I was unable
to find a translation
"Mok'Ta vor, kash a'VEH!": You are an enemy of my house!
"joH": Lady i.e. female leader of a House
"Dug ngaDHa'": undisciplined person
"DIb guv tob": The Right to Prove One's Honour
"qabwIj vISo'be": I accept your challenge literally: I don't hide my
face
"novpu": foreigners, outsiders
"mog!": Begin!
"pemev!": Stop!
"yImev!": Stop it!
"Martok tuq puqbe'": daughter of The House of Martok
"SuvwI toDuj": a warrior's courage
"qaH": Sir!
"jonpIn": chief of engineering
"Qo'nos": Kronos name of the Klingon homeworld and its capital
"Parmaq'qay": beloved one romantic partner
Feedback is always welcome. I contemplate on pursuing the dynamics of
a Bajoran/Klingon Human hybrid sexual relationship a bit further but
I'll need your opinion to do so.
Title: It's a Good Day... To Get Married
Author: romansilence
Fandom: DS9 (with a character from Voyager)
Pairing:Dax/Worf, Kira Nerys/B'Elanna Torres
Rating: not quite NC-17
It's A Good Day to . . . Get Married!
by
romansilence
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Disclaimer: You all know it, the characters and background story don't
belong to me, unfortunately. No copyright infringement is intended, no
profit will be made.
Language Disclaimer: English is not my first language. So, please be
lenient.
Also, there are a few snippets of Klingon in this story. At the end
you'll find a translation of the terms used in order of appearance.
Sexual Disclaimer: This story deals among others wit a loving
relationship between two consenting adult women, though there will be
no graphic descriptions. So, please go away if you're not old enough
or you don't like stuff like this, and if it's illegal where you live,
order a U-haul and move!
Timeline: This is basically a Star Trek: Deep Space Nine story. I
borrowed the character of B'Elanna Torres from Star Trek: Voyager but
gave her a slightly different biographical background. On three
occasions I use some dialogue taken directly from the episode "You are
cordially invited" (Season six of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine), you'll
find the transcription at the wonderful TWIZ-site, together with a lot
of other transcripts of current and older TV-shows.
Thanks: Go as usual to my valiant beta-readers Pam and Mary. So, if
there are still grammar or spelling errors, it's my fault not theirs.
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Chapter One: How It All Began
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Kira Nerys, former member of the Shakaar resistance cell,
second-in-command of the most important space station in the Alpha
Quadrant, woke to the feeling of soft, smooth skin against her cheek.
Moments later she registered the curvaceous female body pressed
against her own naked flesh. She gently kissed the smooth skin without
moving her head.
She knew that she should be slightly surprised at her strong reaction
to the young woman sprawled in her bed. In a way it was completely out
of character for her. Even with Bareil, it had taken them longer to
end up in bed, but never before had anything felt so right. And
remembering their late night actions, she sent a silent thank you to
the spirit of Lo Paza who had taught a young Nerys how to please a
female lover.
She inhaled the distinctive scent of sandalwood and leather, and
mentally recalled the events that had ultimately given her this
precious gift.
Jadzia had spent the better part of her duty shift complaining about
the unreasonable expectations of Martok's wife, and during the party
and the ensuing confrontation she had had a first hand experience of
the volatile Lady of the House of Martok. She only had a superficial
understanding of the Klingon language, but one didn't need to be a
linguist to pick up on the tension and the aggressiveness between the
two tall women.
---
The party was in full swing when Odo had appeared because someone had
complained about the noise level. She had convinced him to let it go
this time, and instead of continuing to avoid each other, as they had
done since the liberation of the station, they decided to talk. But
before they retreated to Jadzia's walk-in closet, Sirella had made her
appearance, shouting at Lieutenant Atoa who seemed to be sitting too
close to Jadzia Dax.
"You -- leave her or I'll cut your head off and hang it from my belt."
The bare-chested young man looked at her without the shadow of
understanding, but Dax was already on her feet, growling.
"I'll take care of this."
Atoa decided that it would be wiser not to come between the two of
them and retreated into the crowd.
"You were not invited." Dax' good mood from earlier had been replaced
with a cold fury of which only a few of the people present would even suspect
the easy going officer capable.
The tall Klingon woman, however, was utterly unimpressed with Dax'
display. "It is time for the Bre'Nan ritual."
"I'm busy," Dax snarled and began to turn her back to Sirella.
"Busy acting like a Risian slut."
Dax froze in mid-step and turned back, slowly. By then the whole room
had become aware of the changed atmosphere. The band stopped playing
and all eyes seem glued to the oblivious women.
"I'm only going to ask you to leave once." The threat was evident in
Dax' words.
But Sirella was far from backing down. "You will come with me now and
perform the Bre'Nan ritual to my satisfaction or I will cancel your
wedding."
Suddenly, the whole room fell silent and Dax' cursing sounded very
harsh and loud. "Toruk-DOH!"
Sirella acted on instinct. No Klingon would have been able to let such
an insult go. She pulled her Dagtagh from her belt but Dax was not an
easy prey. The edge of her hand hit Sirella's wrist and the dagger
fell to the floor while Jadzia's other hand collided firmly with the
older woman's jaw. She staggered back but without going down and Nog
and one of the Bajoran deputies who had been with Odo tried to
interfere.
Sirella stared at Dax, but made no move to get past the armed Deputy;
instead she spat out. "Mok'Ta vor, kash a'VEH!"
She then marched out, with the crowd giving her plenty of room. A
moment of stunned silence followed her exit and the raven-haired
beauty snapped them all back to the task at hand, "What are you all
standing around for? The party's just getting started."
---
That night had given her the chance to clear the air between Odo and
her; and now it seemed they were on the way to rebuild their former
friendship. But she should have know that this would not be the last
time she had seen the proud Lady of The House of Martok. In her heart,
however, she could not help but thank the two stubborn women. She
might never have gotten to know the woman still lying in her arms
otherwise.
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Chapter Two: The Klingon Way
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"You can't expect Sirella to treat you like Curzon just because you
carry his memories. To her, you're just a young woman who's decided to
marry into her family. If you have to get down on your knees and kiss
Sirella's boots, then that's what you have to do. And you know that.
From the moment you decided to marry Worf, you've known that sooner or
later, you'd have to bow down and show her the respect she's due."
Benjamin's words echoed in Jadzia's mind long after he had left. She
knew that he was right, but still held a full-blown debate with
herself whether to give in or not. Curzon was especially adamant about
not giving in to Lady Martok's demands. Toben, Emony, Ordred, and even
Torias, however, told her to listen to her heart and not her pride. As
always it was Leia, her first host, who tipped the balance by
reminding her of her own words.
"I guess it's time for me to grow up, too."
She slowly rose from her couch and walked over to her comm unit. In
the middle of punching the number of Sirella's temporary quarters, she
stopped. She had to do this in person, and she had to do this the
right way, the Klingon way.
Jadzia knew that as an outsider who wanted to join a prestigious
Klingon house she would have to humble herself. There simply was no
other way, and there also was no point in stalling any longer.
But still she could not bring herself to use the turbo lift to get to
the other side of the station where the VIP quarters were located.
Instead she swiftly passed the length of the almost deserted
corridors, and crossed the promenade to reach the other side of the
habitat ring.
The tall woman rang the door chime and lowered herself to her right
knee. She knew that protocol demanded that she be on both knees, like
the supplicant she was, but somehow this was a step she could not take
-- she was not ready to take -- despite her best intentions.
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The door swished open and suddenly she felt a presence next to her. It
would be inappropriate to turn her head, but the scent was very
familiar.
"What do you want, females?" The haughty voice of General Martok's
wife asked.
"Sirella joH, Jadzia, daughter of Kela, offers her sincere apologies
for acting like a Duj ngaDha'. I'm Nerys, daughter of Merou. I speak
as Jadzia's friend and sister-in-arms. To repair the rift between us
we invoke DIb quv tob."
It took all of Jadzia's three hundred years of self-control not to
jump to her feet at her friend's words, not only at being called the
equivalent of an irresponsible child, but also because she hadn't had
the faintest idea that the Bajoran knew anything about Klingon
customs.
The Lady of The House of Martok seemed as surprised by this turn of
events as Jadzia was, but she quickly recovered. "qabwlj vlSo'be'."
Then another, younger, voice continued. "Your challenge is accepted,
daughter of Kela. One hour from now, we'll need a big empty room to do
this."
"Cargo bay four has been prepared. Odo, our chief of security will
escort you."
The door closed and Jadzia accepted her friend's helping hand to get
back on her feet. She seemed half in a daze and started to
automatically walk to the cargo bay. Suddenly, she stopped and turned
to Nerys who was casually strolling at her side.
"I can't let you do this, Nerys. It's too dangerous and Benjamin would
never condone a duel to death on his station."
"It's done, Jadzia, and as the station's executive officer I'll take
full responsibility. Besides, I was told that the DIb quv tob, the
Right to Prove One's Honour is not a fight to the death. We'll only
have to fight them to a standstill. That's why it won't be just
between Sirella and you, but also a fight between her friend and me."
"You planned this, you and this stranger? How? Why?"
"Yes, she told me about this DIb quv tob thing. She said that a friend
of her grandfather asked for her help. Odo has reluctantly agreed to
act as a neutral observer. Everything is ready."
"I still can't let you do it. You don't have any experience fighting
with a bat'leth. You could get hurt, Nerys. I don't hold my pride
higher than your safety."
"I told you, Jadzia. It's done. I'm not Klingon, but Bajorans have
just as strong a sense of honour as they do. And by initiating this
duel or whatever you want to call it I put my honour at stake as well
as yours. There's no way to back down now. so, let's go to the cargo
bay, you can show me a few moves with this over-sized knife the
Klingons love so much."
The young Starfleet officer looked at Kira with big disbelieving eyes
and burst out laughing when she saw the twinkle in her friend's eyes.
"You know that you're completely out of your mind, right?"
"That's what friends are for, Jadzia."
The raven-head impulsively hugged her smaller friend and they stepped
into a turbo lift.
---
Half an hour later, Jadzia began to feel cautiously optimistic that
they at least stood a chance to save their faces. The Bajoran Major
was a natural with the bat'leth.
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Exactly on time the cargo bay door opened to Odo and their opponents.
Sirella looked very impressive in her battle armour with the deadly
blade cradled in her arms.
The other woman was almost half a head shorter with wavy dark hair
held back by a leather thong. Her forehead ridges were less pronounced
than one would usually expect, but she held herself with pride and the
casual way she carried her bat'leth at her side spoke of confidence
and great familiarity with the weapon.
"DIb quv tob has been granted to you, nov'pu. I am B'Elanna, daughter
of Miral, and I stand beside Sirella, joH of The House of Martok. May
Kahless be with us."
"DIb quv tob will seal the rift. I am Nerys, daughter of Merou. May
the prophets guide our blades."
Kira and B'Elanna bowed to each other without breaking eye contact.
Odo raised his right arm and called, "mog! Begin!"
Sirella and Jadzia immediately circled each other like two predators
fighting over a hunting ground. They rushed at each other with force
and the loud clanging of their weapons finally also propelled the
other two combatants into action.
B'Elanna handled the big weapon with the ease of an expert, but Nery's
instincts had been honed in years of fighting against Cardassians
twice as big and three times as heavy as herself. The ex-freedom
fighter didn't care for style or elegance but for effectiveness.
Reflexes sharpened since she was barely in her teens kicked in when
the young Klingon picked up the speed of her attacks.
The redhead felt the impact of the blade against her own all the way
down to her shoulders. She instinctively deflected the weapon and
tried to attack her opponent's side. Her swing was blocked and she
barely avoided being swept from her feet by the younger woman's right
leg. Using her momentum she swirled around and aimed for the other
side.
Nerys could see the sparkle in the Klingon's eyes. B'Elanna obviously
was having fun and to her utter surprise she found the feeling rather
contagious and offered a grin of her own.
If she had taken the time to think about it, she probably would have
berated herself. Fighting was not supposed to be fun; it was something
one had to do to survive. She would have asked herself what Kai Opaka
would have said to her feelings; but instead of thinking she just went
with the flow.
Later, she could only describe it as an eerie familiarity, as if this
had not been the first time they had crossed blades. Nerys was
completely oblivious of Odo's evident surprise at the fighting prowess
his Bajoran friend showed and also of the still less than friendly
fight playing out at the other side of the big room.
Fighting never before had been even remotely sensual, but now she
could smell her opponent's scent: sweat, leather, sandalwood, and
something she couldn't identify. It distracted her from their
intricate dance and the business end of a bat'leth sliced through the
fabric of her uniform. She immediately refocused and landed a lucky
shot to B'Elanna's ribs with the flat of her blade.
Suddenly their weapons were locked one in the other and a grunt of
pain made them both look to the other fighters. By silent accord, they
resumed their own fight and began to close the gap to the other pair.
They deliberately manoeuvred themselves in the range of Jadzia's and
Sirella's weapons and with a quick shuffle and shift had traded
opponents. Nerys now was facing the older Klingon and B'Elanna had to
fend off Jadzia's attacks.
Sirella relied a lot more on pure strength and constantly tried to
overpower the smaller woman, but the Bajoran countered with speed and
flexibility. Nerys' weapon cut the Klingon right above her left
eyebrow but the attack had left her open for a reverse sweep. The
bat'leth hit her ribs with enough force to propel her to the ground. A
familiar stab of pain let her know that at least one of her ribs was
cracked.
Out of the corner of her eyes she saw Odo move, ready to interfere but
she stopped him with a hand signal. She got back on her feet and
attacked with a flurry of movements that drove Sirella back. The woman
stumbled and landed on her back.
Every single one of Nerys' battle-honed instincts screamed at her to
end this fight once and for all, but she held her gut reaction in
check and waited for Sirella to get back on her feet.
During the next few minutes, the Bajoran had to remind herself that
this fight was not about life and death. It was not about saving the
life of a friend. So, she pulled some of her blows and quickly became
aware that the older Klingon was doing the same. A couple of cuts and
bruises were testament that this was not the sensual dance she had
shared with B'Elanna, but it also wasn't the angry confrontation she
had expected.
Finally Sirella took a step back and shouted. "pemev! Stop! It's
enough! yImev! Jadzia, Martok tuq puqbe'. I, Sirella, Lady of The
House of Martok declare in front of these witnesses that you Jadzia,
daughter of Kela, are worthy to be a part of the House of Martok."
The Trill's mind had a hard time to cope with this sudden
announcement, but she at least had the presence of mind to give the expected answer.
"Sirella joH, I am honoured to become a part of your house. May my
bat'leth serve the House of Martok well." Jadzia lowered herself on
her right knee and offered her weapon to the Klingon on her
outstretched arms.
"Rise, Jadzia of the House of Martok and be welcome." The tall woman
kissed Jadzia's cheeks, pulled her in a hug, and whispered, "You
choose your friends well."
She let go of the raven-head and turned her attention to Nerys. "Kira
Nerys, daughter of Merou, you are a true warrior. You have SuvwI
toDuj, the courage of a warrior. I will see you all this evening."
Sirella swiftly turned around and left the cargo bay. Shortly after
Odo herded the other three women to Julian's infirmary where one of
his nurses tended their minor injuries.
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Chapter Three: Fall-out
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A few hours later, Kira Nerys, Jadzia Dax, B'Elanna, and Sirella were
standing in front of Captain Benjamin Sisko's desk which was flanked
by a stony faced Constable and a rather confused and contrite looking
Julian Bashir.
Sisko's command mask was firmly in place. "Doctor, see to it that I
won't have to learn about the injuries of my senior officers via the
night shift report ever again. Is that clear?"
"Crystal clear, Sir."
"Dismissed, Doctor."
The young man hightailed it out of his superior's office, relieved to
be off the hook, at least for the moment. The closed door, however,
didn't do much to contain the captain's angry voice.
"Ladies, what the hell were you thinking?"
There was no answer.
"My second-in-command, my science officer, the Lady of a prestigious
Klingon House, and the respected Chief Engineer of a Bird of Prey
fighting in my cargo bay like a damn group of irresponsible children
and to top it all off, my chief of security is with them in the cargo
bay and doesn't even lift a finger to stop them.
"You disregarded Starfleet regulations and deliberately violated
station protocol. I'd really love to throw you all in the brig and
forget the access codes. So, what do you have to say for yourselves?
Lady Sirella?"
"Captain Sisko, will all due respect to your office, what happened
last night is none of your business. It only regards the House of
Martok and its allies," Sirella answered coldly.
"That's what General Martok told me. However, it happened on my
station and involved my officers, that makes it my business."
"Captain Sisko, as your second-in-command I take full responsibility
for what happened. I made a command decision and I stand by it, Sir."
Major Kira was standing ramrod straight with her hands clasped behind
her back. She avoided looking her superior officer in the eyes. "I'm
sorry I disappointed you, Emissary."
"Captain Sisko," the younger Klingon spoke up, "it was my idea to
clear the air by performing the DIb quv tob, the Right to Prove One's
Honour. My idea, my responsibility, qaH."
"Lieutenant Dax, do you have anything to say?"
"Sir, no, Sir. We both know that this whole thing only happened
because of my damn pride. So, no, I don't have any explanations or
excuses to offer, Sir."
"Well said, old man, and don't you forget that you're absolutely
right. In the end it worked; that's why I will let you all off the
hook, this time. And in the future I want you to keep your Klingon
problem solving off my station. And now, get out of here. We all have
a marriage ceremony to prepare. -- Constable, could I have another
moment?"
"Captain?"
"You're the only one who didn't say anything or tried to take the
blame."
"There was nothing to say, Captain. I owed it to Major Kira to support
the plan. During the occupation I let her down and I will not allow
anything like that to happen ever again."
"Dismissed, Constable."
Benjamin Sisko's command mask was replaced with a pensive expression.
He still wasn't entirely sure what to think about the whole thing, but
for once he decided not to look a gift horse too deeply into the
mouth.
He also knew that he would not be able to completely relax until
after the ceremony.
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Chapter Four: It Is Said That What Takes Long. . .
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Kira Nerys stood next to the young Klingon she had fought only the
night before and witnessed her best friend getting married. Sirella's
strong voice rang through Quark's and while she spoke it was as if
something in Nerys' mind responded to the story.
"With fire and steel did the gods forge the Klingon heart. So fiercely
did it beat, so loud was the sound, that the gods cried out: 'On this
day we have brought forth the strongest heart in all the heavens. None
can stand before it without trembling at its strength.'
"But then the Klingon heart weakened, its steady rhythm faltered and
the gods said, 'Why do you weaken so? We have made you the strongest
in all of creation.' And the heart said. . . "
Worf had joined her on the platform and answered. "I. . . am alone."
"And," Sirella continued, "the gods knew that they had erred. So they
went back to their forge and brought forth another heart. . . "
Sirella stretched a hand out and the crowd parted to clear a path for
Dax. More than one gasp was heard at her regal appearance. Dressed in
a revealing red dress with a form fitting top and slits in the wide
skirt, she made Nerys swallow hard. She strode right up to the
platform and faced Worf. Alexander handed them the highly polished bath'leths
he had been holding and they took them without even acknowledging his
presence.
Sirella continued the tale. "But the second heart beat stronger than
the first, and the first was jealous of its power."
Worf attacked Dax in an exaggeratingly slow motion and she parried the
blow easily, slipped her blade under his guard and pressed it against
his neck.
"Fortunately, the second heart was tempered by wisdom."
Sirella nodded towards Jadzia and the young woman said. "If we join
together no force can stop us."
Jadzia lowered the weapon. They grabbed the other in a warrior's
handshake and pulled each other close until their faces were only
inches apart.
"And when the two hearts began to beat together, they filled the
heavens with a terrible sound. For the first time, the gods knew fear.
They tried to flee, but it was too late. The Klingon hearts destroyed
the gods who created them and turned the heavens to ashes. To this
very day, no one can oppose the beating of two Klingon hearts... Not
even me." Sirella's last words were spoken quietly, meant for Jadzia
alone.
Nerys saw the relief on her friends face. Jadzia had been afraid that
the older woman's acceptance had not been genuine, but now she knew
that she really had been accepted. She was happy for the Trill, but
the story puzzled her; not so much for its content, but more for her
reaction to it. It stirred something deep within her, something she
never had felt with Shakaar or even Bareil. It was as if an abandoned
part of herself suddenly was reaching out.
She had been so deep in thought that she missed Worf's part of the
vows.
"Jadzia, daughter of Kela, does your heart beat only for this man."
"Yes."
"And do you swear to join with him and stand with him against all who
oppose you?"
"I swear."
"Then let all present here today know that this man and this woman. . .
are married."
Her last word was almost drowned in the cheer from the crowd to the
passionate kiss of the newly wed couple.
"Are you alright, Major? You look pensive."
"Please call me Nerys," the Bajoran answered. "You are entitled to
after drawing my blood." She unconsciously rubbed her still sore arm.
"I'm sorry I injured you. It was an accident. Want me to go to the
infirmary with you? A dermal regenerator will easily get rid of it."
"No, it's only a scratch. I'd like to keep it for a while, as a memory
of sorts," the redhead answered distractedly while Dax bowed her head
in front of Sirella and was embraced in return.
She missed the raised eyebrow of the young Klingon. "Please call me
B'Elanna. It's a wonderful story."
"Yes, it is, very Klingon though. I can't imagine a Bajoran thinking
of killing the Prophets."
"Our legends tell that it wasn't intentional. The gods just created
something that was much stronger than they imagined, too strong to
control. When Kahless and his Lady Locara fought in the Great Hall,
they prevailed against their enemies because they were secure in the
strength of their love. Sometimes Klingons do have a very romantic
side."
"Jadzia told me the story. It still is very Klingon: making love after
killing supposedly thousands of enemies."
"Perhaps one can only understand it with the heart, not with the
head." After a moment of awkward silence, B'Elanna added, "Would you
mind telling me more about your gods, your Prophets, about what
Bajorans believe in, Nerys?"
Surprise visibly registered on the Major's face.
"Yes, I know. Klingons are not known for their interests in other
cultures."
"But you are not like other Klingons, are you?" Nerys' voice was
slightly teasing as she turned her attention completely to the other
woman.
"I'm only half-Klingon. My father is human. He left us when I was five
and my mother returned with me to her family on Qo'nos. To me it was
as if I suddenly had been freed from tight restraints. For the first
time no one told me to be careful when I played; no one told me to
slow down to give the other children a chance. I suddenly no longer
was the best or the fastest, but it gave me something to strive for.
For the first time in my life, I felt comfortable and at home.
"My mother, however, insisted that I also get to know the other half
of my heritage, and though my father had left her, she still was in
contact with my paternal grandparents. Every year I spent at least
four weeks with them. My grand-dad taught me a lot about other
cultures. He was a professor."
B'Elanna didn't know why she was so open with this woman who basically
was still a stranger but it felt right, and her grand-father had also
taught her to trust her gut instinct.
"Let's congratulate the happy couple and find somewhere a bit quieter
to talk. I don't really like crowds and I don't want to shout while
speaking about the Prophets."
"Best idea I heard since getting chewed out by my new commanding
officer." B'Elanna reacted to the concern in Nerys' face. "There's no
need to worry. I was already on my way to DS9 when I got the message
about the troubles between Dax and Lady Sirella. I was about to join
the crew of the Rota'ran as their new jonpIn, their chief of
engineering. I had to pull a few strings to get assigned to the front
lines and General Martok was none too happy to see me in harm's way.
I've known him since our move to Qo'nos and he sees me as some kind of
adoptive daughter."
"So, the General called you?"
"No, he didn't know that I was coming. I managed to delay the arrival
of the new crew manifest 'til this morning. No, my mother's family has
long standing ties with some of the more prestigious Houses of the
Empire. One of them is a friend of Dax. His name is Kor and though he
in the beginning was trying to hold Martok back, he now is keeping a
favourable eye on the General and his House. He asked me to help, and
I never would refuse a request from the Da'har master."
"What would you like to know about the Prophets?"
They talked for hours and finally retreated to Nerys' quarters as soon
as the wedding festivities began to spill out of the confines of
Quark's and onto the rest of the promenade. But talking was not all
they did...
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Epilogue: . . . Ends Well
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A smile crept onto Nerys' face when she thought about what they had
done for the better part of the night. She reluctantly opened her eyes and
was greeted by intense brown orbs.
"Good morning, Bella."
"Good morning, Nerys," the younger woman answered.
They looked at each other for a long time.
Finally the Klingon-human hybrid said, "I don't want this to be a one
time thing."
"Neither do I, B'Elanna, daughter of Miral. Does this mean that you'll
be my, what did Dax call it, my parmal?"
"Parmaq'qay. Yes, I'd like to be your beloved and I'd like you to be
mine."
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The End
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Approximative translation of Klingon terms:
The Klingon I use is in its majority based on: Mark Okrand: Star Trek:
Klingon For the Galactic Traveler. New York, London, Toronto, Sydney,
Singapore: Pocket Books, 1997.
"Toruk-DoH!": an especially strong Klingon curse of which I was unable
to find a translation
"Mok'Ta vor, kash a'VEH!": You are an enemy of my house!
"joH": Lady i.e. female leader of a House
"Dug ngaDHa'": undisciplined person
"DIb guv tob": The Right to Prove One's Honour
"qabwIj vISo'be": I accept your challenge literally: I don't hide my
face
"novpu": foreigners, outsiders
"mog!": Begin!
"pemev!": Stop!
"yImev!": Stop it!
"Martok tuq puqbe'": daughter of The House of Martok
"SuvwI toDuj": a warrior's courage
"qaH": Sir!
"jonpIn": chief of engineering
"Qo'nos": Kronos name of the Klingon homeworld and its capital
"Parmaq'qay": beloved one romantic partner
Feedback is always welcome. I contemplate on pursuing the dynamics of
a Bajoran/Klingon Human hybrid sexual relationship a bit further but
I'll need your opinion to do so.