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cosmic_llin) wrote2012-01-11 01:57 pm
Emergency Femslash Drabble Challenge!
At long last, our dear ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
silly_cleo is watching DS9. Unfortunately she's only on Season 2, and she's almost run out of Kira/Dax fic that she can read without being spoiled for later seasons.
So I turn to you, dear flist. First of all, recs? Particularly things that can't be found in the appropriate tag on AO3?
Second of all, drabbles! Ficlets! Epics, if you feel like it! Write them, post them in the comments! Or leave prompts! Either respond to prompts or just write whatever you feel like!
The only rule is it must have some Kira/Dax element, and NO spoilers past Season Two! Have fun!
(long overdue real-life post and comments etc forthcoming once I'm actually back from work...)
silly_cleo is watching DS9. Unfortunately she's only on Season 2, and she's almost run out of Kira/Dax fic that she can read without being spoiled for later seasons.So I turn to you, dear flist. First of all, recs? Particularly things that can't be found in the appropriate tag on AO3?
Second of all, drabbles! Ficlets! Epics, if you feel like it! Write them, post them in the comments! Or leave prompts! Either respond to prompts or just write whatever you feel like!
The only rule is it must have some Kira/Dax element, and NO spoilers past Season Two! Have fun!
(long overdue real-life post and comments etc forthcoming once I'm actually back from work...)
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(Also crap you guys all my Kira/Dax icons got whacked when my icon packet expired; HOW AM I GOING TO DO THIS.)
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Listen, She Said : G : no warnings {or, in which my choice of prompt surprises no one}
The second shock is just that: your Jadzia, you think, as though that makes some kind of sense.
The third shock is two incompatible thoughts colliding in your mind.
How dare she, is one, and simultaneously the other, How beautiful.
After all that, it’s easy to ignore the pain. You wonder, idly, for a brief moment, how you got here – you have the uncanny and impossible thought that Jadzia must have carried you all this way. Bareil has just told you otherwise. You think it all the same; you settle on that thought because it makes the same peculiar kind of counterfactual sense that Jadzia in vedek’s robes does.
You let her drape you in robes of your own, shoving off the profound discomfort of it; you manage some exchange with Bareil, some dispute you can’t quite invest in. You try to order your thoughts; mostly, you fumble and stare.
How dare she: the audacity of an unbeliever, a foreigner, in those robes. The audacity of Jadzia who has no notion of the cost in lives of the handwoven vestments she so casually wears. It’s only in the past year that the monasteries have crept back to something like life; only so recently that the looms have begun to move again. You watched the novices learning at the feet of vedeks who look uncanny at peace. Vedeks with the the scars of phaser-burns beneath their robes and shrapnel beneath their skin are teaching fragile children of occupation to weave. And this woman before you has the audacity to wear this fine wool whose cost she does not know.
And yet.
How beautiful: as in that thought, your Jadzia, as in that thought that she carried you, would have carried you, this, here, now, the improbable beauty of her, provokes a whole set of possibilities that have not occurred to you before. A flash of fantasy that disorients you, as though seeing her as she fundamentally is not reminds you to think of her as she is. This counterfactual sense she makes. How you suddenly start thinking in what ifs —
‘What do you think?’ she asks.
What an impossible question. How you might put into words what you think, you can’t imagine. All you can do is stare at her. When she spins her impossible question into a joke, it saves you from your sudden desire to run the tip of your finger down the bridge of her nose to her lips.
The council. The ministers. The evidence. You fabricate a laugh and follow her out of the cloisters.
Later, when all this is over, you will stand with her at the airlock and only then will you remember your orb-vision; only then will you remember that you saw her as a vedek. You will turn and say to her, ‘I saw you, in the orb. As a vedek. I didn’t understand.’
‘What did it mean?’ she will ask, as though she already knows.
‘This,’ you’ll say, to prove her wrong, and palm her cheek and press your lips to hers.
But that, you’ll find, is not quite right, either. It will not be until after you learn of the death of Li Nalas, until Sisko calls you a hero and it turns your stomach, until you flee to your quarters and find her there waiting for you – as though she already knows, and you think once more, how dare she, and also how beautiful – not until then that you will understand.
Re: Listen, She Said : G : no warnings {or, in which my choice of prompt surprises no one}
Re: Listen, She Said : G : no warnings {or, in which my choice of prompt surprises no one}
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Major Kira was on the other side of the Replimat. She'd ordered a hot drink and some sort of Bajoran snack that she was letting get cold while she pored over a stack of PADDs. She was always working. Unless she was yelling.
Jadzia had been wondering for a while about making friends with Major Kira. She was naturally shy - or at least, part of her was - and it didn't help that Kira never really smiled, and she seemed angry a lot, especially in meetings. Jadzia had made a couple of timid attempts at small talk in quieter moments, but either Kira had been distracted or she just didn't think Jadzia was worth her time.
But in spite of her grumpy demeanour and the fact that she hadn't really shown any interest in making friends with, well, anyone, Jadzia wanted to get to know her. Perhaps it was because she was curious about whether there was anything more to her than anger and impatience. Perhaps it was because she'd always liked a challenge, even before she had been Dax. Certainly part of her wanted to make Kira smile. It might even have been a little because sometimes, you just needed another woman around. On her less together days, Jadzia thought the presence of another female person, a friend, might help her to keep her fragile grasp on her fluctuating identity.
It was a problem. She woke up in the morning and sometimes it took her two or three tries to remember exactly who she was. At the replicator just now, she'd ordered something she hated without noticing, and only remembered when she almost spat it out that it was Tobin who liked Denobulan sausage, and not Jadzia.
She was resisting integration, she knew. She hadn't thought it would happen to her, although they said it was normal. She had always succeeded at everything she tried, and so although they had warned her that it would take a while for her new personality to settle, she had still expected that she would leave the Symbiosis Commission a perfectly-blended and fully-rounded Jadzia Dax.
She wasn't perfectly blended at all. She was all bits and pieces, and different parts floated to the surface on different days, with different people. With Benjamin she was more Curzon, because how could she help it? With Julian she was Jadzia's shyness behind a veil of Audrid's calm self-assurance. Torias made inappropriate comments during meetings that she had to fight not to say aloud.
Curzon was the worst. Curzon wanted her to go out drinking with strangers. Curzon didn't believe in following proper procedure. (Neither did Lela, but Lela wasn't flippant or mocking.)
There had been mutterings, when people heard she was getting Dax. About how Curzon hadn't behaved in a manner befitting a joined Trill. He was a wild card. A troublemaker. He was frivolous.
Some part of her that was Lela said: Ha! The Dax symbiont was a troublemaker before any of us got involved!
But the Symbiosis Commission didn't see it that way. Frivolous Curzon Dax had been on the edge of acceptable. She wondered sometimes if dedicated, studious Jadzia hadn't been their attempt to balance his influence a little. Well, it wasn't working. She'd been joined for months now and the Jadzia part of her was run ragged trying to keep the Curzon part under control. She was pulled taut from the effort of behaving like a proper Trill.
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You worry too much, said another voice. Audrid. It isn't the host's job to keep the symbiont in check, or vice versa. Don't fight your impulses so hard.
And don't be so serious all the time, someone added, perhaps Torias.
The voices blurred into a chorus.
That was always your problem. Too serious. So ambitious, so afraid of failure that you never had time to think about anything else. Working, working, working, all the time, never having any fun. Like Major Kira. Has she cracked a smile since you arrived on the station? Doesn't she look tired?
You think she doesn't look like she's having much fun, have you looked at yourself lately? When do you ever smile? When do you let your hair down? Maybe she is afraid to approach you?
Jadzia peered across to where the major still hadn't touched her food. She was frowning over the PADDs.
You can stop now, said the voice. You've made it. You earned premier distinctions in four sciences, you made history by successfully reapplying to be joined, you've risen incredibly quickly to be the chief science officer of one of the most strategically and scientifically important outposts in the entire quadrant.
It might be time to relax a little bit.
She hadn't noticed when it happened, but the voice that spoke was her own.
Besides, it continued, I think the Major needs some frivolity in her life right now, maybe even more than you do. And nobody parties like Dax.
'You're right,' Jadzia said, aloud.
A few people looked at her, confused. She grinned at them. And then she got up, picked up her torte, and went to join Major Kira.
'Nobody parties like Dax' needs to be on a t-shirt.
And I love the implicit notion that what finally provokes the playfulness of our eventual Dax is her decision to pull that side out of the surly Major. Her grin at the end! Ah, yes. So satisfying. ♥
Re: 'Nobody parties like Dax' needs to be on a t-shirt.
(Anonymous) 2012-01-13 01:51 pm (UTC)(link)Haha, yes, the fic was going to be a lot more about that but it got sort of rambly and I let it. ;)
Re: 'Nobody parties like Dax' needs to be on a t-shirt.
DS9 Missing Scene: The end of Season One episode, 'Dax'
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Kira felt a little like an intruder as she approached Dax. The Trill was gazing after the elegant departing figure of Enina Tandro, the Klaestron woman Curzon Dax had loved before Jadzia Idaris had even been born, but for whom Jadzia Dax had been prepared to sacrifice her life, and Dax's future, in order to preserve their secret and also save the Klaestron people from knowing the delicate truth about their own history.
Dax still held a hand to her face where the Klaestron had tenderly touched her in parting. Kira gave her a soft smile. “I'm sorry for interrupting anything.”
Dax beamed. “You're not. We have said our goodbyes again and...” Dax stared at the stars through the large oval windows. “...It's brought back a lot of feelings.”
“I'm sorry.”
“Oh! Don't be.” Dax said, serenely. “I can give myself permission to cherish my memories of our time together. Ah well...at least to not feel as guilty as I did.”
“I don't think you have anything to feel guilty about.” Kira replied, loyally.
Dax gave Kira a wry smile. “Stealing another man's wife?”
Kira smiled back. “Alright, perhaps Curzon's moral code was a little off.” She shrugged. “But it wasn't all Curzon, was it? It takes two to tap.”
“You mean tango.”
Kira shrugged. “Either.”
Dax placed a hand on Kira's shoulder. “I appreciate your support. I really do. I know you want me to feel better.” Dax squeezed the Bajoran's shoulder and sighed wistfully. “I think, in a way, Enina will be harder to get over this time around. I still feel that I want to protect her, scoop her up in my arms and take her away to Risa.”
Kira raised an eyebrow. “Curzon again?”
Dax smiled and wrinkled her nose. “Yes, that's always a part of it. Can you believe it, I was never impulsive before Joining with Dax.”
Kira smiled. “I can believe it. I read all your files for the hearing. Sisko told us that we had to do everything possible to get you off these charges.”
“I'm sorry you had to read that stack, especially since most of it was irrelevant to the hearing. Seven lifetimes of documents Eight if you include my record before I was Joined.”
Kira smiled. “Don't you be sorry now.” She laughed and gave Dax one of her straight-shooting looks. Kira, like most Bajorans, did not have a poker face. “Anyway, it's got me interested in Trills.”
“Oh?” Dax replied, a flirtatious inflection in her tone and her blue eyes smiling. “Come with me,” Dax took her hand from Kira's shoulder and offered it. “Let's go to Quark's. I'll treat you to a a glass of lida-fruit juice and you can tell me what interests you in Trills.”
Kira took Dax's cool offered hand and they set off in the direction of Quark's, leaving the stars and the Tandros to their own devices.
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Monument (http://archiveofourown.org/chapters/542370) | 400 words | T | no warnings
Go love on it.