walkin like a one man army
mmm DS9 drabbles
Word Count: 300
Characters/Pairings: Odo, Kira, Kira/Jadzia
Rating: Eh, PG-13?
Warning: spoilers for "Broken Link;" implied naughty business
Odo tugged at his collar, shifted his shoulders and felt the fabric of his uniform move. He doubted he would ever get used to the sensation of wearing clothes. Bashir had subjected him to every possible indignity over the last few days, finally discharging him with the assurance that he was perfectly functional.
He didn’t want to be ‘perfectly functional;’ he wanted to melt and re-coalesce as a hawk, a chair, anything. He almost wanted to feel the pain of holding a single form this long, but he never would again and that was the problem.
He was stuck, permanently.
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For the first day in her entire life, Kira Nerys stood on Bajor, in the center of a decimated village, surrounded by Bajorans who, timidly at first but then louder, were daring to cheer. Kira did not join them. Smoke still rose in the distance; the faces of her people were still frightened and lean; the once-rich soil was unusable. The millions who had died remained dead. There was no time to celebrate because the fight was not over yet. She was glad. She was so used to fighting that she was afraid what it would be like to stop.
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Jadzia ran her finger carefully down Kira’s arm, feeling the thin scars which occasionally marred smooth flesh. “Believe me, I still make mistakes. I just have more practice covering them up.” She pushed herself up on one elbow, curious.
Kira smirked. “All that experience must be useful sometimes.”
Gracefully, the Trill placed one hand on either side of Kira’s body, long arms holding her up so she could look down into the Bajoran woman’s face. Her long hair brushed Kira’s shoulders. “Well,” she whispered, grinning as she leaned down, “it certainly isn’t the first time I’ve done something like this."