I have done various Weyoun fics, but never did I think I'd do one with him and Ezri Dax, especially a sort of AU version of them when she and Worf are captured. "Bound to the Vorta" will take slight turns in the actual events of the show but otherwise stays true to the original. I've learned enough of Ezri through the show and other fics for inspiration as well as her relationships with everyone around her, beginning as an awkward young woman still vibrant and full of life, eager to please, whilst trying not to let anything or anyone get the best of her. She carried the burden of a legacy - another's words - of memories of eight others before her that she never wanted. All she wanted was to get away from a hard home life only to be thrust into this world. Even tougher was the fact she is placed beside Worf, the widower of her predecessor and who wanted nothing to do with her, but she stays anyway because of a "true calling". She's still a young one who is still working to find who she is, but guaranteed she'll succeed in doing so like everyone else. Until Weyoun himself comes into her life.
I'd read Sensara's "Joined", a oneshot of how he took her from Worf and thought he could sexually manipulate her into giving up information - though nothing too far than her spots. He promises if she cooperated, her sentence would be life imprisonment instead of execution; if she delayed, then he would delay the trial for a few more weeks, and he would have her as his slave. That is AFTER Worf was tortured to death. Weyoun is just a manipulative son of a bitch, but sexy. ;) When I told Sensara, she was thrilled to know of this.
Disclaimer: Nothing of Star Trek: DS9 is mine, none of the characters, nor are Ezri and Weyoun, both marvelously and memorably performed by Nicole deBoer and Jeffrey Combs.
Chapter One
The Trill's Journey
Ezri Dax - once Ezri Tigan - remembered being joined and coming to Deep Space 9 like it was yesterday, and it had been several months.
She had the life of a prodigal on Sappora VII that she had been born but never considered it a home. All she ever wanted to do was get away from her overbearing, critical mother Yanas, but then again, look what happened when she DID come home a few years later. Her brother Norvo, whom she always looked up to and accepted his nickname for her "Zee" with great affection, had murdered a woman who had been married to an Orion Syndicate member and wasn't satisfied with her life after her husband's death. Norvo had proven Yanas wrong all these years that he was stronger than she thought, only at a great cost of his whole life. Janel had done all he could to provide for the family and was the father she never knew well; her father could never tolerate his own wife for obvious reasons.
Ever since Norvo was arrested and sentenced to thirty years, which was near enough to the rest of his life if not the official word, she could never forget the look on her disagreeable mother's face when she begged to know if it was her fault; she had been wrong about both her son and daughter, but Ezri never answered her, torn between lying and telling the truth. A part of her wanted to say yes, that it was - but the other part said it'd be cruel, specially after what their family went through recently with the Orion Syndicate tied with the family business.
"I should have gone home a long time ago," she'd said to Miles after they returned to Deep Space 9, but even long before returning home, the drama she endured was a part of her suffering to find something of herself far from Yanas. Norvo had been a talented artist and would have become one if only she wasn't so focused on abandoning everything, leaving him to their mother's reign. "His heart was carved up into millions of little pieces like mine would have been." She would always remember that, nevermind O'Brien begging her to not blame herself.
She'd become a counselor - assistant counselor - because all she wanted to do was help people. Everything was a dream until it came to the emergency joining of the Dax symbiont aboard the Destiny, not long after the death of its last host, Jadzia. An accident required an immediate new host, and Ezri Tigan had been the only Trill available, and she had no choice but to accept. Only fifteen minutes did not help, either. The onslaught of the memories of the last eight hosts, including Jadzia, overwhelmed her senses that she knew this was a journey to undertake with the help of the recent "friends" she had. Benjamin Sisko had been her first and only hope, and how glad he was.
She'd been glad she took a leave of absence when she did. Not only had Ben Sisko been a friend of Jadzia's, but also her previous host, Curzon who mentored the captain and had been ambassador to the Klingon Empire. It was "just like old times...except different", she'd said, and he'd agreed. After they returned to Deep Space 9, she met with the other friends and colleagues of Jadzia: Colonel Kira Nerys who had been best friends with her, the Changeling Constable Odo, as well as Chief O'Brien, the Ferengi bartender Quark who might have had affection for Jadzia but otherwise remained friends with her; the same went with Dr. Julian Bashir who had wanted a relationship with the more mature Jadzia, the latter who wasn't up for his slight immaturity level and also remained friends with.
But most of all, there was Worf. Jadzia's Klingon widower who had made it clear he wanted nothing to do with her simply because she was an abuse of his late wife's memory. He'd learned to live with her loss and would not have wanted another bearing her memories to interfere. "Jadzia is dead. I do not know you, nor do I wish to know you." She remembered the hurt inside her as a part of Jadzia felt it, too, that her own husband had turned her down like this. Trying to treat Garak's claustrophobia didn't work either especially when he turned on her. She had never been emotionally well when people talked her down, and she could never, EVER forget the cruel words from the Cardassian former spy turned tailor.
"I want someone to help me get back to work, and you, my dear, are not up to this task. I mean, look at you: you're pathetic, a confused child trying to live up to a legacy left by her predecessors. You're not worthy of the name Dax. I knew Jadzia; she was vital, alive, and owned herself. And you...you don't even know who you are. How DARE you presume to help me when you can't even help yourself."
She'd gone to the Bajoran shrine to cry her heart, mind and body out in privacy, a part of her wishing Kira Nerys was here as she had a soft heart despite the hard warrior's body she'd been born with. Garak had been right; how could she be a counselor and not know herself? She hadn't been able to sort out any of the likes and dislikes of previous Dax hosts from herself, save for her loathing of raktajino and bloodwine - a favorite of Curzon and Jadzia's - and standing on her head to clear it; that had been Emony's habit. Space sickness was a mild weakness that she despised but didn't stop from. She had almost gave up on being on this station and longed to return to the Destiny...until she found out why Garak was so hostile and suffering his panic attacks from claustrophobia: he was being forced to fight against as well as decoding intelligence reports against the Dominion and his own people who had sent him here. It was him who was bringing his own people to the ground when he should be helping them. Nevertheless, she began to understand him and the two began to warm up.
Worf had begun to, as well. It had been him who was the problem; his love for Jadzia conflicted him between wishing she was gone and wishing she wasn't, and that he would get used to Ezri who knew everything Jadzia carried in herself being aboard and near him. But he still kept his distance from the young Trill as he did. Although Ezri could see he was slowly getting to see her as another person altogether besides his late spouse, managing only the rare slight smile Jadzia always loved to get out of him.
She'd been promoted to lieutenant junior grade not long after, warned that her position wouldn't be easy, but Jadzia liked a challenge. Ezri decided to take it to heart from the older, wiser woman she never knew as a person. It brought her to a new place where she began to feel welcome and helped others in need as promised.
Over the six more months to follow, she had not even attempted to pursue a relationship in any way; becoming involved with someone had never been on her agenda. Quark had even mistook her for wanting to become involved with Worf again especially after the last time Kor ever came to DS9 to fight alongside; Jadzia and Curzon had done that, and she wasn't them, Quark had said. He told her she was young and vibrant, full of life, and that she ought to find someone else who would win her heart, not inherit it. She would never be a replacement for Worf's wife. "You deserve better than that," the Ferengi told her, and she took that to heart as well.
What made Quark think she'd ever get physically involved with Worf? He must have misunderstood what she'd talked with Kira about regarding going off with Kor to fight again. Well, she wasn't a natural Klingon combat master, so she wouldn't dare. But still, it had been very kind of Quark to look out for her.
But now, today, she had gotten the worst news of perhaps her life: Worf had been reported missing when the IKS Koraga was destroyed by Dominion patrols. No one would give up, though, as six escape pods were recovered but Worf, knowing he was still alive. Especially Ezri, as the Jadzia inside her knew he wasn't dead.
He had to still be in the Badlands, where gravitational anomalies and plasma storms dominated a sector. Wherever Worf had to be, Ezri feared that his escape pod would not last any longer out there.
But now Ben informed her that the search had to be called off, three days passed, due to approaching dozens of Dominion ships. She had never felt so disappointed. And Quark tried to cheer her up with money Worf owed him, but even that didn't erase it.
Right now she was walking past his quarters, and something inside her - Jadzia perhaps - itched to go in. Overriding the security lock, she walked inside, and a sense of comfort and familiarity washed over her. It was this home that had all of Jadzia's memories, from the bat'leth on the wall from Worf to his beloved wife during their relationship.
"This bat'leth belonged to my father. I would like you to have it, Jadzia."
Looking down at the end of the sofa, she could have sworn she heard the faint cries of baby Kirayoshi O'Brien as Jadzia babysat for the O'Briens one time, which had also been a test of parentage for Worf especially after he had regrettably never been around Alexander as he grew up. "Worf," Jadzia had said in the start, "that's sweet of you, but let's face it: you're not good with babies."
"I am a Klingon warrior. I have stood in battle against Kelvins twice my size. I courted and won the heart of the magnificent Jadzia Dax. If I can do these things, I can make this child go to sleep."
Ezri fondly smiled as she remembered Worf and the baby, even though he wasn't the best father after all, but then he would have been if he and Jadzia succeeded with having a child of their own - before she died, of course. And she'd been the universe to him. "You come first, before career, before duty - before anything else." That one time had been when he turned his back on a Cardassian who wanted to defect, forsaking the mission for the life of his wife and costing his own command in the future, tarnishing his record.
"I love you, Worf."
"And I love you, Jadzia."
She proceeded into the bedroom, finding herself before the bed the couple shared, remembering the spiritual and passionate lovemaking, making her flush. Beside the bed was the wedding photograph of the bridal pair in red and gold, fierce and proud, never broken. But before that had been impossible, since the Dominion War began.
"Worf, we may never see each other again. And before you leave, the answer is yes."
"Yes to what?"
"Yes, I will marry you."
Their wedding planning had also been threatened by Sirella, General Martok's arrogant, proud wife who saw aliens in the family as outsiders. Jadzia was anything but nice during the four-day trial with her future mother-in-law, as Martok regarded Worf as his own son and welcomed him into his family; by marrying Worf, Jadzia became part of the House of Martok. She wouldn't even beg for forgiveness when she struck out at the Klingon woman, not even when Worf asked her to. She was a proud woman herself, leading with her heart and not by traditional rules, and that had been why Worf loved her.
Picking up the picture, Sirella's words still rang in her mind. "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 would oppose you?"
"I swear."
Sirella's question repeated one more time, and now it felt like she'd asked Ezri Dax instead. Ezri whispered the words aloud as Jadzia did. "I swear." It was then that she began to feel like Dax more than ever, as it had taken several months in the making. She felt stronger than ever even if she was still the same shy, eager, but vivacious Ezri Tigan - and now she knew what she had to do.
When I began the research, Ezri was well done with all the drama she endured over the single season she was in . :)