DS9 Season 10, ep 10x16 - "I Will Survive"

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    Previously, on DS9 Season 10:

    Review threads:

    Episodes 1 to 7
    Episode 8
    Episode 9
    Episode 10
    Episode 11
    Episode 12
    Episode 13
    Episode 14
    Episode 15

    Direct links to the PDFs of episodes 1 to 12:

    10x01 - "Emancipation"
    10x02 - "Brave New World"
    10x03 - "Steppin' Out"
    10x04 - "Easy Come, Easy Go"
    10x05 - "Deep Down"
    10x06 - "The Dream Box"
    10x07 - "Instinct"
    10x08 - "Property Values"
    10x09 - "Blank Slate"
    10x10 - "In Two Minds"
    10x11 - "Harmony" (part 1 of 2)
    10x12 - "Heresy" (part 2 of 2)
    10x13 - "The Case of the Flamping Flurble"
    10x14 - "Against the Odds"
    10x15 - "Inside Out"

    All episodes are also available at the Ad Astra fan-fic archives, link here.

    Next up is 10x16 - "I Will Survive"

    I owe thanks to board member DigificWriter for the suggestion of using the character of Odan in this story. He didn't know how or why I was going to use him, but it was definitely his idea.

    Enjoy!


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    TEASER


    FADE IN:


    1 EXT. DEEP SPACE NINE – ESTABLISHING


    All is well from the outside. The Defiant is parked in its usual spot, but we’re mostly focusing on the Promenade.


    2 INT. DS9 – PROMENADE


    A normal day on the Promenade, with the usual stuff going on. Quark’s bar is middling busy.

    The doors of the Infirmary open, and ETANA KOL walks out. She strolls along a bit, nods hello to one of the many extras. She’s heads to the Security office, and goes in...


    3 INT. DS9 – SECURITY OFFICE (CONTINUOUS)


    ...but stops short when she realizes Major CENN is sat behind the desk. He looks up at her entrance.

    ETANA
    (surprised)
    Oh. Hello. ​

    CENN
    Hi. Can I help you, Sergeant? ​

    ETANA
    I was looking for Laren – it’s
    twelve hundred. Time for our
    regular physiotherapy session. ​

    CENN
    The Lieutenant’s not here, I’m
    afraid. ​

    ETANA
    Well, yeah, I see that. Where
    is she? ​

    CENN
    Kel-Artis, apparently. I woke
    up this morning to new orders
    that I’m covering as security
    chief until she gets back. ​

    ETANA
    Kel-Artis? What’s she doing
    all the way out there? ​

    CENN
    (shrug)
    Starfleet tactical seminars,
    she said. Or the message said,
    anyway. I haven’t actually
    spoken to her in person. ​

    ETANA
    Well, I wish she’d told me. If
    I knew she was going to blow me
    off, I could have made other
    plans. Like maybe have some-
    thing to eat at lunchtime like
    normal people do. ​

    CENN
    I’m no wiser than you, Sergeant.
    It must have been a pretty vital
    seminar for her to run off and
    leave me in charge. ​

    ETANA
    Maybe they had somebody who
    needed yelling at, and wanted
    the best yeller in Starfleet. ​

    CENN
    (chuckle)
    I’m sure that must be it. I
    can’t really complain, anyway.
    Now we’ve got Commander Dax
    back, I was starting to feel a
    bit like a fifth wheel in Ops. ​

    The main door opens again, and QUARK enters. He takes one look at Cenn and Etana, and purses, unimpressed.

    QUARK
    Where is she? ​

    CENN
    Not here. ​

    Quark grins sourly, baring his pointed scraggly teeth.

    QUARK
    She wouldn’t leave the station
    without saying goodbye to me.
    So where is she? ​

    ETANA
    We’re as surprised as you are,
    Ambassador. But apparently there
    was a urgent seminar at a space
    station half-way to Earth that
    demanded her attention more
    than a polite “See you soon.” ​

    QUARK
    Polite?! Wait, we are talking
    about Ro Laren here, right? ​

    They all chuckle again.


    4 INT. DS9 – MAIN OPS CENTRE


    Also a normal day in Ops. KIRA and DAX are both at the main Ops table, with SHAR and NOG at their regular stations.

    The turbolift rises into Ops, carrying PRYNN. She steps off and heads down the stairs towards the table.

    PRYNN
    Ummm... Captain? ​

    Shar’s head pops up from his screens at the sound of her voice. He watches her, blank-faced and inscrutable. Nog also looks up, seeing Shar’s reaction. Silently watching the other two. Meanwhile, Prynn has reached Kira.

    KIRA
    Lieutenant. What can I do
    for you? ​

    PRYNN
    I was just wondering if you know
    where my dad is? We usually meet
    for lunch, and he didn’t show. ​

    KIRA
    Oh, Prynn, I’m sorry. He’s got
    meetings all day. The commander
    of the recruitment centre down
    in Musilla, the security chief
    there, they’re talking about
    setting up a training annex as
    well, I think... Sorry. He’s
    gonna be tied up all day. He
    didn’t tell you? ​

    PRYNN
    I guess not. ​

    KIRA
    I’m sure he meant to. Tell you
    what – when I see him, I’ll
    give him a slap just for you. ​

    PRYNN
    (chuckle)
    Thanks. ​

    Prynn turns away – and sees Shar looking at her. He looks away, as if caught out. But then he tentatively looks back again. She’s still looking at him, a mix of longing and regret and apology. Unable to express any of that, however, she simply aims a stiff nod of acknowledgement his way. He does likewise. They both turn back to their own business.

    Nog has seen the entire silent exchange. As Prynn leaves Ops, he shakes his head with an exasperated sigh. Hew-mons. Why do they have to make everything so complicated?

    Prynn having gone, Dax turns to Kira and speaks sotto.

    DAX
    I didn’t know about all that.
    I thought Vaughn hated meetings
    – I’m surprised he didn’t try
    to palm them off on me. ​

    KIRA
    (smirk)
    Are you saying you want them? ​

    DAX
    Gods, no. ​

    There’s an alert on her panels – Dax checks it, and frowns.

    DAX
    There’s a Trill transport just
    entering the system. They’ve
    requested permission to dock. ​

    KIRA
    Are we expecting anyone? ​

    DAX
    Not that I know of. Vannis’s
    ship is due in an hour, but
    nobody said anything about a
    Trill transport. Evidently
    today is “let’s not tell any-
    body what we’re doing” day.
    (new alert)
    They’re hailing. ​

    KIRA
    Okay, put them through. ​

    Dax presses controls, and they turn to look at the main viewscreen. It comes to life with the image of HIZIKI GARD. The Trill man looks out at them with calm professionalism.

    GARD (screen)
    Captain Kira. Lieutenant Dax.
    A pleasure to see you again. ​

    DAX
    (pursed lips)
    It’s Lieutenant Commander Dax
    now, thank you Mister Gard. ​

    GARD (screen)
    (small smile)
    My apologies, Commander. ​

    Dax is obviously not happy to see him. Kira is rather wary too, since the last time he was here, he killed Shakaar.

    KIRA
    Mister Gard... What can we do
    for you? ​

    GARD (screen)
    I’d like to come aboard, if I
    may, Captain. And bring a guest
    with me. ​

    KIRA
    A guest? ​

    GARD (screen)
    Yes. I’m afraid it’s a rather
    delicate situation, and only
    Lieutenant Commander Dax can
    help me to resolve it. ​

    Kira and Gard both look to Dax for her response. Her face reveals that she’s not looking forward to this...


    FADE OUT:


    END OF TEASER


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    ACT ONE


    FADE IN:


    5 EXT. DEEP SPACE NINE – ESTABLISHING


    A Trill transport (like the one seen in 8x21 “Lesser Evil”) has now docked at the station.


    6 INT. DS9 – DOCKING RING CORRIDOR


    Dax waits uncertainly as the airlock rolls open. It reveals Gard, wearing a smart but functional suit. He looks down at Dax, fully aware that this will be an uncomfortable meeting for her. But he bears her no malice.

    GARD
    Dax. ​

    DAX
    Gard. You said you had a...
    situation? ​

    GARD
    I do. Allow me to introduce...​

    He steps aside to reveal another man behind him, another Trill. Youngish, in a plain drab jumpsuit, looking downcast and distant. His hands are also bound together in front of him with metal handcuffs. His name is KINJER ODAN. A third man hovers further back, keeping watch – Trill security.

    GARD (cont)
    ...Kinjer Odan. ​

    DAX
    Odan?! ​

    The three men by now have stepped down into the corridor – Odan still only half-there and being gently guided.

    GARD
    Yes. ​

    DAX
    Is he... drugged? And why is
    he handcuffed? ​

    GARD
    For his own good, Commander.
    For his own safety. And I’d
    rather not talk about it in a
    corridor, if you don’t mind. ​

    Dax frowns, very unclear on all this. But eventually she nods her reluctant assent and leads them down the corridor.


    7 INT. DS9 – HABITAT RING CORRIDOR


    Dax leads the group towards a set of quarters. The security man gently guides the shuffling Odan along behind her, with Gard taking up the rear.

    As they reach the door and it opens, Dax pauses to let them enter. She looks at Odan, worried for him, compassionate. Gard by contrast is straightforward and professional. He nods at the security man, who stays out in the corridor as the other three enter.


    8 INT. DS9 – DAX’S QUARTERS


    Gard leads Odan towards the couch area, and gently sits him down. Odan does it with no protest – he’s going through the motions, barely any sign of intelligence in there. Dax is rather disquieted by his condition.

    With Odan comfortable, Gard looks around the room. It looks like temporary quarters, with no personal effects or sign of having been lived in.

    GARD
    You’re not staying? ​

    DAX
    No. Just waiting until my next
    assignment comes up. ​

    Gard nods, considering that.

    DAX
    Get to the point, Gard. Odan
    is one of the oldest and most
    respected symbionts I know of.
    What have you done to him? ​

    GARD
    I haven’t done anything at
    all. He’s... sick. ​

    Gard looks over to Odan, slumped on the couch, barely aware of where he is. Gard seems genuinely sorry for him.

    DAX
    Then why bring him all the way
    here? Surely all the doctors
    you need are back on Trill. ​

    GARD
    Not that kind of sick. ​

    Dax looks over to Odan... and realizes what Gard means.

    DAX
    Are you saying... he’s a bad
    joining? Like Joran? ​

    GARD
    Nothing that dangerous yet. He
    hasn’t hurt anybody. Well...
    anybody but himself, at least. ​

    Sympathetic and worried, Dax goes over to the couch, sits next to Odan. She brushes the hair off his face, feels his dull, lifeless skin. He seems at least slightly aware she is there, and grateful for the comfort.

    DAX
    That’s why you restrained him? ​

    GARD
    It’s my job, Commander. I handle
    aberrant joinings - those rare
    mistakes where symbiont and host
    do not mesh the way they should.
    (beat)
    Kinjer is a member of the Trill
    Homeworld Defence. He received
    the Odan symbiont around two
    years ago, after its previous
    host died when your friend Verad
    poisoned the water supply. ​

    DAX
    Hadn’t he been through all
    the training? The checks, the
    scans, the psych evaluations? ​

    GARD
    Yes. He was perfectly healthy
    and suitable for joining. ​

    DAX
    Then what went wrong?​

    GARD
    We don’t know. He started self-
    harming about six months in.
    At first we thought it was a
    reaction to the mass deaths of
    so many symbionts from the Neo-
    Purist attacks. He’d been off
    world at the time, so we thought
    maybe, survivor’s guilt. But it
    kept going. Getting worse. ​

    DAX
    (realizing)
    He tried to kill himself? ​

    GARD
    Several times. None of our
    people can seem to help him.
    So I brought him to you. ​

    DAX
    Why me? What can I do that all
    of Trill can’t? ​

    GARD
    All of Trill is oversensitive
    to anything to do with joining
    right now, Commander. There are
    so few of us left, we’re almost
    becoming like celebrities. It’s
    easier to be away from home. As
    for you... well, you know Odan.
    You know me. And you’ve been in
    an aberrant joining yourself. ​

    DAX
    (bitter)
    I know you because you killed
    me to end that joining. ​

    GARD
    (calm)
    As I said... that’s my job. ​

    DAX
    Look – I’m not the counsellor
    anymore. I switched to command
    track in case you didn’t notice.
    I can set you up with Commander
    Matthias – ​

    GARD
    Not Commander Matthias. You.
    I’m asking for your help, Dax. ​

    Dax doesn’t really want to work with Gard. But looking at the pitiful figure Odan has become, she can’t help but feel sympathy for him.


    9 EXT. SPACE – FREIGHTER SHIP


    A random clumsy freighter ship travels at low warp through open space.

    VAUGHN (v.o.)
    I am grateful for your help, Ro. ​

    RO (v.o.)
    I know. You don’t have to keep
    saying it. ​


    10 INT. FREIGHTER – CARGO BAY


    A dingy, dirty, messy cargo bay. Low tech, lights are dark, the space is crammed full, and no money has been wasted – certainly not on cleaning.

    VAUGHN and RO are both in grimy civvies, jammed in between various boxes and crates, and urgently working together at an open panel in the bulkhead. Only about a foot square, it bristles with pulled out wires and blinking lights.

    RO (cont)
    Although I wouldn’t object to
    knowing precisely what it is
    I’m trying to accomplish here. ​

    VAUGHN
    Oh yes, sorry. I guess I’m not
    used to explaining things to
    people. Once you’ve got access
    to the freighter’s transponder
    array, I’m going to piggy-back
    an additional signal onto it
    – send a message. ​

    RO
    They won’t detect it? ​

    VAUGHN
    There’s a very subtle way of
    manipulating the signal to
    insert a new message into
    the already existing medium.
    Only someone who knows what
    to look for would see it. ​

    RO
    Alright. Then what? ​

    VAUGHN
    Our contact will pass it on
    to Julian. In the meantime, I
    have my own contacts who will
    help us trace L’Haan’s move-
    ments since her ship vanished. ​

    RO
    And what about Julian? ​

    Awkward pause. Vaughn concentrates on his work. But Ro pushes for an answer.

    RO
    Commander? ​

    VAUGHN
    We’ll see. ​

    Suddenly Ro turns, slams her back against the open panel, hiding it from sight. She grabs Vaughn fiercely and yanks him towards her, mashing his face into hers. She makes out with him ferociously – he’s too surprised to argue.

    Out of the corner of our eye, we can now see another figure in the cargo bay – the freighter’s alien PILOT. Without looking at him, Vaughn senses his presence as well, and responds to Ro’s advances. She lifts up both legs and wraps them around his waist as he grinds her into the wall.

    PILOT
    Ahem. ​

    Vaughn and Ro both turn their heads to look at him, annoyed to have been interrupted. The Pilot sneers salaciously.

    PILOT
    Little old for you, isn’t he? ​

    RO
    Screw you. ​

    VAUGHN
    I paid plenty to get on this
    ship. What we do to pass the
    time is none of your business. ​

    PILOT
    I suppose not. Although I do
    appreciate the entertainment
    value. Thought you might want
    to know we’re nearing orbit. ​

    Ro caresses the side of Vaughn’s face lustily.

    RO
    Then we’ll be sure to make
    the most of our time. ​

    PILOT
    Oh, please... do carry on. ​

    Vaughn and Ro both glower at him menacingly. With a roll of the eyes, the Pilot turns and leaves the cargo bay. Once he’s gone, Ro lowers her legs and Vaughn steps back. Both of them recover their composure. There’s no point in being bashful – it was necessary.

    VAUGHN
    Good ears. ​

    Ro stretches her back out, and steps away, revealing the open panel again.

    RO
    Good reflexes too. Let’s get
    back to work. ​

    They both turn back to the open panel, and work on it more urgently than ever.


    11 EXT. DEEP SPACE NINE – ESTABLISHING


    Now joining the Defiant and the Trill transport is Dominion Vessel 288, parked at an upper pylon.


    12 INT. DS9 – KIRA’S OFFICE


    Kira is sat behind the desk, working. She looks up and sees VANNIS approaching the door through Ops. Kira presses the control to open the door and Vannis strolls in. Kira stands to greet her.

    KIRA
    Thank you for coming, Vannis.
    Please take a seat. ​

    Vannis perches in the seat opposite Kira, her legs crossed haughtily. Kira sits back down again.

    VANNIS
    (slight edge)
    Always a pleasure to meet with
    our honoured Bajoran allies. ​

    KIRA
    Straight to the point, I see.
    Alright then... What are we
    going to do about Taran’atar? ​

    VANNIS
    “Do,” Captain? What makes you
    think there is a need to “do”
    anything? ​

    KIRA
    (sympathetic)
    Come on. We both know that he’s
    blocking the alliance for some
    reason. Odo would want us to
    work together. It’s one of the
    main reasons he returned to the
    Great Link in the first place. ​

    VANNIS
    Odo placed First Taran’atar as
    the Dominion Ambassador. Not
    me, or you, or himself. It is
    Taran’atar’s decision to make. ​

    KIRA
    Ambassadors are still supposed
    to follow the instructions of
    their governments. ​

    VANNIS
    Taran’atar no longer has the
    instinctive need to follow
    the commands of the Founders. ​

    KIRA
    But he promised he would. He
    thinks he should, whether he
    has to or not. Or at least he
    used to. ​

    This is all awkward for Vannis. She actually agrees with Kira, but she’s in a bind here. She can’t openly say so.

    VANNIS
    Captain, we’ve been through this
    already. I was ordered by the
    Founder to follow Taran’atar’s
    commands. I must obey. ​

    Kira sags. There has to be a way to figure this out.

    KIRA
    Can you contact Odo directly?
    Or give me the transmission
    codes to contact him myself? ​

    VANNIS
    No. Taran’atar has ordered me
    not to contact the Founder, or
    to allow anyone else to do so
    either. He is the officially
    appointed ambassador of the
    Dominion. I must obey. To be
    frank, you and I ought not to
    be having this conversation
    at all without his presence. ​

    Vannis stands abruptly.

    VANNIS
    I’m sorry, Captain.
    (w/ feeling)
    Please believe me – I am sorry.
    But there’s nothing I can do. ​

    Vannis turns and leaves the room, heading back out into Ops. Kira is left disappointed and defeated. But then she hardens. They have another plan. She just has to hope it works.


    FADE OUT:


    END OF ACT ONE


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    ACT TWO


    FADE IN:


    13 INT. DS9 – PROMENADE


    Quark is busy haranguing a nameless Ferengi waiter in the doorway of his bar, as the usual crowd goes on around him.

    QUARK
    How many times have I told
    you? No free samples. Evah! ​

    The waiter slinks away with his tail between his legs. Quark turns and sees...

    Dax coming down the promenade, leading Gard and Odan. Odan is no longer restrained, slightly more clear-headed, but still being led along. The trio heads into the Infirmary...


    14 INT. DS9 – INFIRMARY 14


    Crossing the threshold, Dax calls out...

    DAX
    Julian - ​

    SIMON TARSES looks up from the CMO desk. Dax stops short. Awkward moment. She grits her teeth at her own faux pas.

    DAX
    Simon. I am... so sorry. Just
    force of habit. ​

    TARSES
    That’s alright, Commander. It’ll
    take us all a while to adjust. ​

    Gard observes this all with some interest. Where has Bashir gone? And what happened between him and Dax?

    DAX
    Mister Gard, this is Doctor
    Simon Tarses, DS9’s new Chief
    Medical Officer. Simon, this is
    Hiziki Gard, a “special agent”
    of Trill Homeworld Defence. ​

    Gard has noticed Dax’s use of quote marks around his title. The two men nod their acknowledgements.

    TARSES
    Mister Gard. What can I do
    for you? ​

    GARD
    I’d like you to run a full
    medical scan on Mister Odan
    here, please. With particular
    attention to the condition of
    his symbiosis. ​

    Curious, Tarses gives Odan a once over.

    TARSES
    Alright. Nurse, prepare a bio-
    bed for a full scan, please. ​

    Etana emerges from another room at Tarses’ summons. But as she enters the main room, she spots Gard, and stops dead.


    FLASHBACK – 8x20 “TWIST OF FAITH”


    At the first Federation signing ceremony in the Wardroom, Gard raises the Trill superweapon and fires it at Shakaar. The weapon basically obliterates half of Shakaar’s head.


    BACK TO SCENE


    Etana tightens, cold and sneering.

    ETANA
    What is he doing here? ​

    DAX
    It’s alright, Kol. I’ll vouch for
    him – for the moment at least. ​

    Gard isn’t offended by Etana’s outburst, but he’s not about to apologise either. He’d rather just get on with it. Etana moves into the surgical suite and begins to boot up the bio-bed. Tarses guides Odan into the room behind her.

    TARSES
    He’s clearly on some pretty
    heavy sedatives. I won’t get
    a clean reading with all that
    stuff running though him. ​

    He leaves Dax to handle Odan, while he heads back to the infirmary pharmacy. Once there, he begins searching through the rows of silver metallic canisters on the shelves. He picks one up to check its contents, but pauses. Shakes it a bit. It’s empty. He puts it down and picks up another – also empty. And a third. Confused, he calls out...

    TARSES
    Etana? ​

    Etana reappears at the threshold of the surgical suite...

    ETANA
    Yes, Doctor? ​

    TARSES
    Why are all these asinolyathin
    canisters empty? ​

    ETANA
    I didn’t know they were. ​

    TARSES
    I need you to keep the pharmacy
    stocked at all times, Nurse.
    Never know when we’ll need it. ​

    ETANA
    I know, Doctor. And I filled up
    the entire stock only last week.
    I could have sworn I did. ​

    TARSES
    Well, apparently not. Just keep
    an eye on it in future, yeah? ​

    ETANA
    (baffled)
    Of course, Doctor. ​

    Tarses eventually finds the canister he was looking for, opens it and pulls out one of the drug capsules. He slots the capsule into a spare hypospray and returns to the surgical suite, where Odan is now lying on the bio-bed.

    TARSES
    Alright, this should cancel
    out the effects of whatever
    sedative you gave him. ​

    Tarses injects Odan with the hypo, then switches on the bio-bed and lets it do its work. Gard and Dax stand to the side. Tarses goes over to the screens to read the results.

    TARSES
    The symbiont – it looks slightly
    different to yours, Commander. ​

    GARD
    The symbionts continue to grow
    with age, Doctor. ​

    DAX
    Odan is much older than me. He
    was already on his eighth host
    when I was only on my first. ​

    TARSES
    Interesting. And what about you,
    Mister Gard? How many hosts have
    you had? ​

    GARD
    (secretive)
    More than probably any other
    Trill you’ve ever heard of. ​

    TARSES
    If it keeps growing, doesn’t
    that get uncomfortable for the
    host after a while? ​

    GARD
    That’s the price we pay, Doctor.
    There is a limit at which even
    the most suitable host simply
    cannot physically accommodate
    the symbiont anymore. But Odan
    should be a long way off that. ​

    TARSES
    (off readings)
    Neuro-chemical connection looks
    strong enough... Isoboramine
    levels are stable. No physical
    trauma... although there is
    some interesting scarring on
    the wrists and neck. ​

    He looks to Gard for an explanation. Gard gives him none.

    TARSES
    Alright. Well, if you insist
    there’s something wrong with
    him, I can only tell you that
    it’s not physical. ​

    GARD
    So, psychological then. ​

    Tarses and Gard look to Dax – this is her playground now. On the bio-bed, Odan’s brain is starting to un-fog from the sedatives. His eyes are clearer, and we can see the pain in them as he stares up at the ceiling.


    15 INT. DS9 – DAX’S QUARTERS


    Odan sits on the couch in Dax’s almost empty-quarters. He’s not sedated anymore, but still uncommunicative. Dax sits nearby - but not too near - trying to get through to him.

    DAX
    Kinjer? Can you hear me? ​

    ODAN
    (small)
    Of course I can hear you. ​

    DAX
    Sorry. It’s just you haven’t
    said anything since I brought
    you back from the Infirmary. ​

    ODAN
    When everything you say makes
    them drug you into a stupor,
    you learn not to bother. ​

    DAX
    I’m not going to sedate you,
    Kinjer. I want to hear what-
    ever you want to say. I want
    to try and help you. ​

    Odan subtly shrugs, but doesn’t really answer. He’s sullen, withdrawn. Eventually, he looks up at her. Still doesn’t raise his voice.

    ODAN
    You’re Dax? ​

    DAX
    That’s right. ​

    ODAN
    You’ve changed. ​

    DAX
    (small smile)
    Three-hundred years and eight
    different bodies will do that. ​

    ODAN
    Do you remember her? Lela? ​

    DAX
    I remember. And I remember you
    too. You were...
    (racks brains)
    ...Darzen Odan then, right? ​

    ODAN
    I remember them all. Every...
    single... one. ​

    DAX
    Why is that a bad thing? Isn’t
    that how it’s supposed to work? ​

    ODAN
    Do you remember every little
    thing from those three hundred
    years? Aren’t there some parts
    you wish you could forget, even
    for just a moment? ​

    DAX
    Everyone has parts of their
    life they don’t like to think
    about. That’s just normal. ​

    ODAN
    (scoff)
    Normal. I wish. I can’t forget
    it, Dax. Not any of it. I kept
    telling them. I tried to explain,
    over and over. They didn’t hear
    me. You know how the Symbiosis
    Commission likes to...
    (sneer)
    ...mess with your mind. So I
    took care of the problem myself.
    What else could I do? Only they
    wouldn’t let me. They made sure
    I kept... remembering. ​

    DAX
    Nobody wants someone else to
    kill themselves, Kinjer. You
    can’t blame them for that. ​

    ODAN
    What if that’s all I can see?
    What if that’s all there is? ​

    DAX
    What do you mean? ​

    ODAN
    Death. All of it. Constantly.
    I can’t forget. ​

    Dax thinks she might understand what the problem is now.

    DAX
    You remember your deaths? All
    of them? ​

    ODAN
    Every... single... one. ​

    Odan withdraws back into the couch. Dax slumps back too, worried and disturbed – this isn’t supposed to happen.


    16 INT. DS9 – HABITAT RING CORRIDOR


    Dax is confronting Gard.

    DAX
    Why didn’t you tell me, Gard?
    He remembers his deaths. That’s
    not supposed to happen! ​

    GARD
    It’s hardly impossible, Dax.
    It’s simply that most joined
    Trill repress such memories for
    the sake of their own sanity.
    And it’s certainly no reason
    to try to kill yourself and
    end one of the precious few
    joinings that still exists.
    The only question remains...
    how are you going to fix him? ​

    DAX
    He’s got bigger psychological
    problems than I can handle here.
    Take him back to Trill, tell
    them to pay attention to what
    their patient is trying to tell
    them, and leave me out of it. ​

    GARD
    So you’re refusing to help? ​

    Is that what she’s doing? Don’t like the sound of that.


    17 INT. DS9 – TARAN’ATAR’S QUARTERS


    TARAN’ATAR looms threateningly, thundering over Vannis...

    TARAN’ATAR
    You spoke to Kira without my
    permission?! ​

    VANNIS
    We are trying to resolve this
    issue! Kira wants to work with
    the Dominion, whereas you are
    as stubborn and disobedient
    as ever. ​

    TARAN’ATAR
    I do not obey Kira, or you! I
    obey the Founders only! ​

    VANNIS
    You do not even do that! The
    Founder instructed you to work
    towards closer relationships
    with the Alpha Quadrant, not to
    squander our hard-won respect on
    a petty and inexplicable grudge! ​

    TARAN’ATAR
    I am the Ambassador! I do not
    need to explain myself to you. ​

    VANNIS
    What explanation could possibly
    be sufficient for disobeying
    the Founder so flagrantly? You
    are a failure, Taran’atar, and
    you have always been a failure
    from the moment you were given
    this assignment.
    (sneer)
    I should have killed you when
    I had the chance. ​

    Taran’atar looms ever closer, growling deeply.

    TARAN’ATAR
    Are you threatening me? ​

    VANNIS
    (incensed)
    You are a Jem’Hadar. I am the
    Vorta. That is the order of things! ​

    Taran’atar grins sourly, reaches out sharply and SNAPS Vannis’s neck. The Vorta slumps to the deck, dead on the spot. Taran’atar turns away with a sneer.

    TARAN’ATAR
    Taran’atar to station security. ​

    CENN (comm)
    This is Major Cenn. Go ahead,
    Ambassador. ​

    TARAN’ATAR
    Send a maintenance crew to my
    quarters. I need someone to
    take out the trash. ​

    As Taran’atar nonchalantly returns to his desk and switches on the computer...


    BLACK OUT:


    END OF ACT TWO


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    ACT THREE


    FADE IN:


    18 INT. DS9 – HABITAT RING CORRIDOR


    A stretcher is carried out of Taran’atar’s quarters into the corridor by two Starfleet extras. On it lies Vannis’s obviously dead body. The eyes are closed in rest, but there’s obvious bruising and torn flesh around the neck.

    Overseeing the removal are Tarses and Etana. Tarses is concentrating on the job. Etana sends angry, scared glares back into the room, at Taran’atar. Major Cenn holds back a half dozen civilians who have gathered at the commotion.

    Taran’atar watches all of this, outwardly defiant and uncaring. But inside, he’s worried. Why did he do that? He knows he shouldn’t have. He knows something is wrong with him. But what? And why can’t he say anything about it?

    Dax is out in the corridor, watching the procession with a clenched jaw. Gard stands beside her. They both watch as Vannis’s dead body is carried past them to a turbolift.

    GARD
    Did you know her? ​

    DAX
    Only in passing. I never really
    took the time. I should have. ​

    Tarses, Etana and the extras disappear into the turbolift with the body. Taran’atar lets the door to his quarters close. Cenn shoos the civilians away – nothing to see here.


    19 INT. DS9 – KIRA’S OFFICE


    The door opens and Dax strides in. And she is pissed.

    DAX
    Nerys, what the hell is going
    on on this station? ​

    Kira looks up from the desk. She knows what’s happened, and she hates it. But she’s in a bind too.

    KIRA
    What do you mean? ​

    DAX
    I mean Taran’atar. Do you know
    what he just did? ​

    KIRA
    I know. ​

    DAX
    And what are you going to do
    about it? ​

    KIRA
    There’s nothing I can do, Dax.
    Diplomatic immunity. Internal
    Dominion politics. ​

    DAX
    Oh, that’s bull and you know it.
    If Quark killed one of his own
    waiters, you’d be on him like
    the very dogs of hell. So what
    is different about this? ​

    KIRA
    It’s not his fault. ​

    DAX
    How many does it take before
    it is his fault, Nerys? He beat
    the snot out of Vaughn and
    Tenmei. He nearly killed you
    and Ro. Half the security on
    this station have been in the
    infirmary because of him. And
    now he kills his own assistant?
    What does it take to make him
    responsible for his own actions?
    Or is this all because he’s
    your own little piece of Odo? ​

    KIRA
    (coldly furious)
    You stop right there. ​

    Dax realises she went too far. She slumps into the seat.

    DAX
    Is there something going on,
    Nerys? I guess I can’t say I
    know Taran’atar particularly
    well. But his reactions lately,
    even with all the crazy stuff
    that’s happened to him, they
    just don’t make sense. ​

    Kira bites her lip. She’s going to have to do it. She opens a hidden flap on her desk, and presses a button inside it. In the very corners of the room, where the bulkheads meet the ceiling, lights burst into life. Blue lights, like those at the top of Vaughn’s special transporter inhibitor modules. They bath the office in a dim blue glow. At the same time, all the office doors audibly lock down.

    Dax watches this happening with shock and confusion. What the hell? She looks back to Kira, more confused than ever. Kira looks back sadly, the weight of the world on her.

    KIRA
    It does make sense... if you
    know what I know. ​

    Kira gets ready to spill it all...


    20 EXT. SPACE – VULCAN ORBIT


    Appropriately golden and sandy, even from space. The grungy freighter is in orbit, along with a few other ships and one of the giant mushroom-shaped Starfleet space stations.


    21 INT. VULCAN CAVES


    Dark and shadowy, but not cold. In fact it’s quite warm, and Vaughn and Ro are suffering slightly from all the dust and sweat. They lurk silently in an alcove, waiting.

    Finally there’s the sound of boots on the rocky surface. They tense, wary. The footsteps get closer, and closer,
    and then stop. A calm, measured voice speaks...

    SAKEEL (o.s.)
    These passages are more complex
    than the brain of a human. ​

    Vaughn relaxes, almost smiles. It’s code. He steps out of the shadows into the cave passage proper, and Ro follows. Standing there inspecting the stone walls is a Vulcan male, SAKEEL. Middle-aged, uniformed, as exact and unemotional as any other Vulcan. Vaughn replies with a mischievous grin...

    VAUGHN
    But nowhere near as much fun. ​

    Sakeel turns to look at Vaughn, makes note of Ro.

    SAKEEL
    Elias. ​

    VAUGHN
    Sakeel. This is Ro Laren, a new
    associate of mine. Ro, this is
    Sakeel. A useful man to know. ​

    Ro gets the subtext – one of them. She notes the uniform.

    RO
    You’re V’Shar. ​

    SAKEEL
    Correct. ​

    VAUGHN
    Having a man inside Vulcan
    Homeworld Security has been
    very handy. Not least now. ​

    SAKEEL
    I am motivated to help. However
    I must inform you my search has
    been unsuccessful. No woman such
    as you described works for the
    regional government in Shi’al
    Province, nor has one ever done
    so. Neither is there any record
    of such a woman existing at all. ​

    RO
    She obviously exists. We met
    her. I saw the records. ​

    SAKEEL
    I believe you. Consequently, I
    must conclude that Section 31
    were more successful in their
    mission to purge those records
    than I was in retrieving them. ​

    RO
    There has to be something! A
    birth record, a school report – ​

    VAUGHN
    Ro, if Sakeel says he’s checked,
    then believe me, he’s checked.
    It was a long shot anyway. ​

    SAKEEL
    I concur. On the second matter
    – I have spoken with a contact
    among the junior adepts to the
    Elders of Gol. They confirm that
    no-one has come to them for the
    removal of a katra in some years. ​

    RO
    She’s still got it? Why would
    she do that? ​

    VAUGHN
    Who knows? Maybe she thinks
    she can use it for information
    on the alternate universe. I
    wouldn’t put it past them. ​

    SAKEEL
    I regret I could not be of more
    service on this occasion, Elias. ​

    VAUGHN
    That’s alright, Sakeel. I’m
    grateful that you tried. Come
    on Ro – we should be going. ​

    With a nod of thanks, Vaughn turns to walk away into the caves. Ro follows, but turns as Sakeel calls after them.

    SAKEEL
    It has been agreeable to make
    your acquaintance, Miss Ro. I
    anticipate further mutually
    satisfactory interactions. ​

    RO
    (nonplussed)
    Back at ya.​

    Vaughn and Ro leave in one direction, Sakeel in the other.


    22 INT. DS9 – MAIN OPS CENTRE


    Nog is at the Engineering console as usual. In the absence of anyone else, Shar is working the central Ops table. Kira’s office door opens, and Dax emerges. She’s reeling from everything Kira has told her. Totally shell-shocked. Nog sees the stunned look on her face, and approaches.

    NOG
    Ezri...? Are you okay? ​

    She blinks, realizing she’s being too obvious. She schools her features to hide the shock she’s feeling.

    DAX
    Oh hey Nog. Sorry, yeah, I’m
    fine. Just the... uh... the
    Vannis thing. Kinda hard to
    get my head around it. ​

    NOG
    Sorry to say, I’m not shocked
    at all. It was just a matter
    of time if you ask me. ​

    DAX
    I didn’t ask you. ​

    Nog blinks in surprise at the harsh tone. Dax winces again.

    DAX
    Sorry, Nog. Just... bad day.
    As you were. ​

    Nog nods and returns to his station. Dax walks around the upper level of Ops to the turbolift, and climbs aboard. We go aboard with her, and the lift carries her away...


    23 INT. DS9 – TURBOLIFT (CONTINUOUS)


    Alone now, Dax looks up to the turbolift’s ceiling, filled with fear and concern. She mutters to herself.

    DAX
    Oh, Julian... what kind of mess
    have you got yourself into now? ​

    She continues to worry for his safety...


    CUT TO:


    24 INT. STARFLEET BANQUET HALL


    The loud POP of a champagne cork as it bursts from its bottle. The frothy drink bubbles over, to the great amuse-ment and celebration of the gathered crowd of high-level Starfleet officers, all in pristine white dress uniforms.

    Among them, laughing and celebrating with the rest, is BASHIR. Welcome to the annual Admirals Dinner Party.
    Or at least the cocktails portion of the evening. The server pours the champagne over a pyramid of glasses, the liquid tumbling down in a waterfall. Bashir turns away and wanders into the party. Pockets of people of various species, all small-talking and getting along.

    Bashir turns towards the buffet table, overflowing with delicacies from across the Federation. He browses up and down, trying to decide what to eat. Just as he chooses a simple bread roll, a friendly voice comes from beside him.

    BATANIDES (o.s.)
    You shouldn’t fill up on bread,
    you know. There’s a whole six
    course meal to come yet. ​

    Bashir turns to see Admiral BATANIDES browsing the table alongside him. He smiles warmly to see a familiar face.

    BASHIR
    Admiral Batanides. Good to see
    you again. Enjoying the party? ​

    BATANIDES
    I am, thank you. And you? I
    hope you’re feeling suitably
    honoured. It’s very rare for
    anyone lower than a captain
    to be invited to this thing. ​

    BASHIR
    I guess that’s what friends
    in high places does for you. ​

    BATANIDES
    To friends in high places. ​

    She clinks her own glass of red wine to his of champagne. Together, they grab plates and begin to pick bits of food from the table, chatting as they do.

    BATANIDES
    Did I hear you have an eidetic
    memory, Doctor? ​

    BASHIR
    As a matter of fact, yes I do. ​

    BATANIDES
    Oh, I would love to have that.
    To remember every little thing
    – like, oh what’s his name,
    the captain of the Musashi. I
    should know, I put him there...​

    Meanwhile, Batanides is struggling to manage her plate and her glass and pick up food as well. Bashir watches her...

    BASHIR
    You alright there, Admiral?
    Need a spare hand?​

    BATANIDES
    I know! Where’s a Triexian
    when you need one, right? ​

    Bashir chuckles, just as Batanides’ valiant struggle fails. The plate slips from her grasp, the glass tips over and red wine pours all down the front of her clean white uniform.

    BATANIDES
    Damn it! ​

    Bashir immediately moves to help her – puts down his own glass, takes hers, grabs napkins, passes them to her. She dabs away at her uniform – it’s only making it worse. With an exasperated sigh at her own clumsiness, she grabs her own combadge off her uniform and hands it to Bashir.

    BATANIDES
    Hold this for me, will you? ​

    She proceeds to strip off the uniform jacket to the grey undershirt – the stain has already started to seep through.

    BATANIDES
    Oh, hell. The quartermaster’s
    mad enough at me already after
    the commemorative plate fiasco.
    I’m gonna have to go and change...​

    She turns and walks away through the crowd, leaving Bashir with her combadge. He tries to call her back...

    BASHIR
    Admiral, your combadge...​

    But she’s gone. Amused and befuddled, he slips the combadge into his pocket and turns back to the buffet table. After another moment, another voice comes from the other side, rich and authoritative.

    ROSS (o.s.)
    Ah, Marta. She’s a delightful
    woman, but I wouldn’t be at all
    surprised if she manages to set
    off a photon torpedo in her own
    living room someday. ​

    Bashir turns to find Ross gazing off after Batanides from the table. He nods his acknowledgements to Bashir.

    BASHIR
    She seems harmless enough to me. ​

    ROSS
    Perhaps. I’m glad I ran into
    you, Doctor. Our mutual friend
    sends his regards. ​

    Bashir pauses, and looks plainly at Ross. This is it.

    BASHIR
    I don’t know that I’d use the
    word “friend,” exactly. For one
    thing, I’ve been waiting for
    him to get in touch for weeks. ​

    ROSS
    As it happens, I’m meeting him
    for drinks later tonight, after
    dinner. You’re welcome to tag
    along, if you like. ​

    BASHIR
    Thank you, Admiral, I’d like
    that a great deal. ​

    Ross turns and mingles back into the party. Bashir watches him go, and takes a deep breath. Steadies his nerves. This is where it all starts.


    FADE OUT:


    END OF ACT THREE


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    ACT FOUR


    FADE IN:


    25 EXT. DEEP SPACE NINE – ESTABLISHING


    Having left once, Dominion Vessel 288 is just now returning to the station.


    26 INT. DS9 – DOCKING RING CORRIDOR


    Dax waits by the airlock, her mind a million miles away. She’s still having trouble grasping everything Kira told her. After a moment, the airlock rolls open, and Vannis stands there, waiting to come aboard.

    Or strictly speaking, this is VANNIS-4, the next clone. She is just as troubled as Dax – after all, she did just die.


    27 INT. DS9 – DAX’S QUARTERS


    Dax has invited Vannis to sit with her in her quarters. The Vorta nibbles unenthusiastically from a plate of nuts and berries, while Dax sips a rokassa juice.

    DAX
    How are you handling it? ​

    VORTA
    This is not my first death,
    Commander. Though it is the
    first time I’ve been killed
    by one of my own soldiers. ​

    Vannis frowns to herself, trying to figure it all out. Dax is sympathetic, gives her time to adjust.

    VANNIS
    I do not understand. Through
    all my lives, I have always
    strived to serve the Founders.
    Not just to the best of my
    ability, but to the best of
    any Vorta’s ability. ​

    DAX
    That’s a noble goal. ​

    VANNIS
    But I have to admit... this is
    the hardest assignment I have
    ever received. I must not fail
    at it, but...
    (shakes head)
    Jem’Hadar should obey Vorta. That
    is the order of things. But he...
    he does not obey me. He is like
    no Jem’Hadar I have ever met. I
    don’t know how to relate to him.
    (gallows humour)
    Clearly my last approach was
    unsuccessful. ​

    DAX
    Vannis, can I ask you something?
    It might be a bit personal. ​

    VANNIS
    You have been kind to me. What
    would you like to know? ​

    DAX
    Do you remember it? The moment
    when you died? ​

    VANNIS
    Of course. All Vorta remember.
    A learning experience – how
    not to make the same mistake. ​

    DAX
    Trill aren’t supposed to remember.
    We’re trained to suppress it – to
    concentrate on the memories of
    life, not of death. Or at least,
    most Trill are trained for that. ​

    VANNIS
    Not you? ​

    DAX
    I didn’t get the full training
    before I was joined. Most of
    the time I can put it out of my
    mind, but sometimes something
    will jog my memory... ​

    On Dax as she remembers...


    FLASHBACK – 1x01 “EMISSARY”


    Wizened old Curzon lies on the operating table as the Dax symbiont is transferred to Jadzia...


    BACK TO SCENE


    Dax closes her eyes, pushing away the memory. When she opens them again, Vannis is gazing at her, curious.

    VANNIS
    Who would have ever imagined
    that Vorta and Trill would
    find something in common? ​

    Dax is a bit surprised... but realizes Vannis is right.

    DAX
    We both die, but keep living.
    (thoughtful)
    But what about that moment in
    between? When the first body
    has died, but the second body
    hasn’t... “activated” yet? Do
    you feel anything? ​

    Vannis stops to ponder the question.

    DAX
    I mean for us, without a host
    to interact with the world
    through, the symbiont is left
    blind and deaf. We’re aware,
    but incapable of anything. It’s
    quite a disturbing experience.
    That’s one of the reasons we
    like to get the symbiont into
    a new host as soon as possible,
    or else back to the pools. ​

    VANNIS
    For Vorta, there is nothing. No
    awareness, no sensation. We die,
    and know nothing else until we
    reawaken in the cloning tanks.
    There is nothing else. When we
    are not serving the Founders...
    we do not exist. ​

    That’s rather disquieting. Dax has more on her mind...

    DAX
    There was a time recently, when
    I thought I was going to die.
    There was an incident on the
    Trill homeworld... terrorists
    attacked. They murdered almost
    all the symbionts. ​

    VANNIS
    And you feared you would be one
    of them. ​

    DAX
    No, that’s not what I mean. At
    the time, I never questioned if
    I’d survive. I’ve been through
    a lot. I just assumed I’d get
    through this too. And being one
    of the few left... that just
    made me all the more special. ​

    VANNIS
    Vorta are not special. Kill one,
    make another. Clean and simple.
    But if that is not when you
    feared death... when was it? ​

    DAX
    The Luna. I was full of that
    same arrogance, convinced I
    could do anything. That I was
    following my grand destiny as
    a life-form almost unique in
    the galaxy. But then there was
    the accident in engineering...
    I ran. I saved myself. In that
    second, I thought – I’m too
    important. I can’t die here. I
    have to save the symbiont, one
    of barely a few hundred left in
    existence. And even though the
    thought passed in an instant...
    I haven’t been able to look at
    myself in the mirror since. ​

    VANNIS
    I do not regret dying if it is
    in the service of the Founders.
    I do not regret saving myself
    either, if that would be in the
    service of the Founders. Mourn
    your dead if you must, but do
    not doubt that you deserve to
    live. There is always more you
    can do for your leaders.​

    Dax ponders quietly.

    DAX
    People I know, people I care
    about, they’re out there right
    now risking their lives to do
    the right thing. The least I
    can do is face my own demons. ​


    CUT TO:


    28 INT. DS9 – DAX’S QUARTERS


    Dax now sits opposite Kinjer Odan, on the couch in her quarters. Since she has no official therapy space anymore, this will have to do.

    DAX
    Tell me everything, Kinjer.
    Start at the beginning, and
    don’t leave anything out. ​

    Odan prepares to do exactly that. Dax prepares to face her own doubts and do what she can to help.


    29 INT. DS9 – DAX’S QUARTERS


    Odan is asleep on Dax’s bed, suffering restless dreams. Dax herself stands in the doorway of the bedroom, watching him toss and turn. Then she turns back to the main room...

    GARD
    Thank you for agreeing to help him. ​

    DAX
    You were probably more right
    than you know, bringing him to
    me. I might be the only one who
    can understand how he feels.
    And... I need to help someone. ​


    30 INT. DS9 – DAX’S QUARTERS


    Dax sits opposite Kinjer as he talks.

    ODAN
    I loved a Starfleet woman once.
    Across three bodies I loved
    her. But I lost her. I died.
    I could have been happy...
    but she couldn’t handle it. ​

    The things he’s saying spark Dax’s own memories...


    FLASHBACK – 6x26 “TEARS OF THE PROPHETS”


    In the Bajoran shrine, Jadzia judders and shakes as the possessed Dukat uses pagh-wraith energy to kill her...


    FLASHBACK – 7x03 “AFTERIMAGE”


    In a corridor, Worf completely blanks Ezri, leaving her surprised and hurt.


    BACK TO SCENE


    Ezri tenses against the memory, but allows it to come, allows it to inform her sympathy for Kinjer.


    31 INT. DS9 – DAX’S QUARTERS


    Gard and Dax discuss...

    GARD
    I’m glad. I was afraid there
    might be some personal issues
    between you and me that could
    have affected your decision. ​

    DAX
    Oh, don’t get me wrong – I’m
    still holding a grudge against
    you. I haven’t forgiven you
    for killing Minister Shakaar.
    Not completely. Or for killing
    me, for that matter. ​


    FLASHBACK – 8x05 “REFLECTIONS”


    Joran Dax has his arm hooked around a woman’s neck and a jagged piece of glass to her throat. An angry Trill police man – an earlier host of Gard - holds a weapon on him and shouts to let the woman go. Gard fires, Joran goes down...


    BACK TO SCENE


    DAX (cont)
    Or that you snuck around as a
    part of a secret underground
    spy organisation to do it. ​

    GARD
    I’m not going to apologise for
    removing threats and saving
    lives, Dax. ​

    DAX
    I’m not asking you to. Even if
    I don’t like that you did it,
    I do understand why you did it.
    Plus... it’s been made clear
    to me recently that being part
    of a secret spy group doesn’t
    necessarily make you “evil.” ​


    32 EXT. COBBLED STREET - NIGHT


    Somewhere on Earth – London maybe? Ross and Bashir walk together in awkward silence over the old-fashioned cobbles. Bashir takes note of the location, the gently swirling mist, the classic old street-lights casting a weak glow. As they walk, Bashir readies himself for the meeting that is to come...


    33 INT. DS9 – DAX’S QUARTERS


    Gard and Dax...


    GARD
    How flattering. ​

    DAX
    Everyone’s got their problems.
    Doesn’t mean they shirk their
    responsibilities. ​


    34 INT. VULCAN CAVES


    Vaughn and Ro are working their way determinedly through the labyrinth of caves. Ro is dirty, sweaty, tired, and in a distinctly bad mood. They pass an opening into a small, unlit cavern – little more than a bolt-hole really.

    Ro pauses, looks into the hole. She indicates to Vaughn to stay where he is while she goes inside. Vaughn is confused – why? She gestures exactly why. Vaughn gets the message – bathroom. Vaughn turns his back and leaves her to herself.

    Ro clambers through the opening and into the small, dark space. She hunkers down on her haunches. Silently, she lets out all the tension and shakes that she’s been hiding from Vaughn. Breathing deep, she reaches into her boot. And yes, there’s a hypospray in there. Looking at it with hunger, she raises it to her neck and injects the painkillers. She gives herself another moment as the drugs flow through her, lets the shakes subside.

    Outside in the main cave, Vaughn is waiting. At the sound of Ro emerging, he turns to greet her. She seems happier and more relaxed now. Together, they carry on their way.


    35 INT. DS9 – DAX’S QUARTERS


    Gard and Dax...

    DAX
    So I want to help Odan if I can.
    And even if I can’t, I just want
    him to feel like there’s someone
    who will actually listen and not
    just dismiss him out of hand. ​

    GARD
    Is that what you think I’m doing? ​

    DAX
    I think you’re doing the same
    thing the Symbiosis Commission
    is doing – the same thing I was
    doing before I came to my senses.
    We’re all so worried about the
    symbionts, about saving them
    no matter what, that we’re not
    seeing the obvious solution. ​

    GARD
    Which is? ​

    Dax moves back to the bedroom doorway, looks in on the still fitfully sleeping Odan. She’s not happy about her idea, but it seems like the best of bad options.

    DAX
    Break the bond. ​

    As Gard realises with resignation what she means...


    36 INT. COLE’S APARTMENT – LIVING ROOM


    Old mahogany panelling, comfy leather armchairs, paintings and sculptures on the walls, a roaring fire in the hearth.

    There’s a knock at the large wooden double door, followed by the whine of old hinges as it creaks open. Admiral Ross enters, his face like death. He really doesn’t want to be here or to be doing what he’s doing. Behind him is Bashir, still mentally recording everything.

    One of the armchairs is turned to face the fire, hiding its occupant. Ross finds this especially rude.

    ROSS
    He’s here. I’ve brought him. And
    don’t even think of using me as
    your errand boy ever again. ​

    COLE
    (still hidden)
    I appreciate your feelings,
    Admiral. Thank you for your
    help. You can go now. ​

    That the man would just dismiss him like that, without even talking him to him face to face, makes Ross furious. But even so, he does as he’s told, and turns to go. As he does, he exchanges a look with Bashir – one that says “you’d better have a damn good reason for this.”

    With Ross gone and the door closed, the chair’s occupant finally deigns to stand – of course it is COLE (last seen 8x08 “Abyss”). He seems resolutely normal, not in any kind of uniform or threatening in any way. He seems almost as apprehensive about this as Bashir.

    COLE
    Doctor Bashir. I have to say
    – I never expected to see you
    again. And I’m very curious
    as to why I’m seeing you now.​

    As Cole and Bashir face each other across the room...


    FADE OUT:


    END OF ACT FOUR


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  7. lvsxy808

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    ACT FIVE


    FADE IN:


    37 EXT. COBBLED STREET - NIGHT


    The mist swirls, the moon peeks out...


    38 INT. COLE’S APARTMENT – LIVING ROOM


    Bashir has taken a second chair by the fire. Cole is back in his own chair, the flames crackling between them. Cole sips a mug of hot tea. Bashir has a mug also, but he sniffs at it warily. Cole sees this and chuckles.

    COLE
    Doctor, please. If I wanted to
    kill you, would I have had the
    admiral bring you all the way
    to my own home? ​

    BASHIR
    Maybe that’s precisely why you
    brought me here – because you
    don’t plan on letting me leave.
    You know I’ll remember every
    step of the way here from the
    dinner party. ​

    COLE
    I do know that, yes. And I’m
    glad you’re not bothering to
    pretend otherwise. But you’d
    have figured out the location
    wherever I met you. So why go
    to any extra trouble? ​

    Accepting that logic, Bashir sips at the drink. To his surprise, it’s actually quite pleasant.

    BASHIR
    I’ve been waiting for weeks,
    you know. Just keeping myself
    occupied with debriefings and
    conferences and writing papers.
    And beginning to wonder if you
    would ever respond to my hints. ​

    COLE
    I’m sure you can understand my
    caution, Doctor. After all, how
    many times exactly have you
    called us an abomination on the
    face of the galaxy, or a pox to
    be stamped out, or some other
    equally pithy yet overdramatic
    epithet? And now here you sit,
    begging to join the party? ​

    BASHIR
    Begging?! I don’t beg, Mister
    Cole. But as I’ve indicated in
    my logs, a certain situation
    has arisen on Deep Space Nine
    that, in all good conscience,
    I find I cannot be a party to. ​

    COLE
    Yes, this whole Ascendant thing.
    Kind of a mess, isn’t it? What
    I’m not clear on, however... is
    why you imagine my organisation
    should care one way or the other. ​

    BASHIR
    You once told me, and I quote,
    “People die all the time. It’s
    simply a matter of who, how,
    and how many.” As much as it
    pains me to say it, if anyone
    has to die, then I’d rather it
    be the Eav’oq, and not the people
    I’ve sworn to protect on Bajor
    and DS-Nine. Especially since
    the Eav’oq don’t seem to care
    if they die anyway. And since
    you claim your raison d’être
    is to protect Federation lives,
    I thought that might appeal to
    you. Or am I wrong? ​

    Cole takes a moment to think it all over. He sips at his tea, quite content to take his time and not rush anything. He may be outwardly calm, but there’s many layers inside.

    COLE
    So you’ll betray your friends
    in order to protect them? ​

    BASHIR
    That’s not what I’m doing. ​

    COLE
    I’m not judging, Doctor. It’s
    all semantics anyway. I just
    want you to grasp how they’ll
    see you once this is over. ​

    BASHIR
    I don’t want them to know. ​

    COLE
    You’re afraid of tarnishing
    your good image? I shouldn’t
    worry. They’re hardly a bunch
    of angels on that station,
    are they? ​

    BASHIR
    They’re good, honest people. ​

    COLE
    Really? I know things about your
    sainted Captain Sisko that would
    curl your hair. But that’s by the
    by. If I agree to work with you
    on this – to commit resources
    and personnel and capital – what
    will you give me in return? ​

    BASHIR
    I’m giving you me. Isn’t that
    what you’ve always wanted? ​

    COLE
    I’ll grant that we’ve expended
    considerable effort to convince
    you we can work together. That
    alone makes me suspicious as to
    why those efforts should have
    suddenly borne fruit. ​

    BASHIR
    I’m not going to pretend I’ve
    converted, if that’s what you
    mean. You wouldn’t believe me
    if I did. I’m only saying that
    there’s a cause that’s dear to
    my heart, and I need your help
    to see it through. It doesn’t
    mean I’m working for you full
    time from now on. ​

    Cole sips his tea, and chuckles to himself.

    BASHIR
    What? ​

    COLE
    You’ve been working for us for
    years, Doctor. You just refuse
    to admit it to yourself. ​

    Bashir goes quiet, refusing to confirm. Cole takes silence as assent.

    COLE
    You realise, of course, that
    I’m going to be keeping a very
    close eye on you? Testing you
    constantly? ​

    BASHIR
    I’d expect nothing less. ​

    COLE
    Alright. Let’s say you’ve
    convinced me. What next? ​

    Bashir’s mind is racing for what to say next, all while he has to look like he’s nervous to be here...

    BASHIR
    Next... we work out a plan for
    how to stop Kira from pulling
    us all into another war. ​

    Cole smiles modestly. He knows so much more than Bashir...


    39 INT. DS9 – INFIRMARY


    Starting on Kira...

    KIRA
    Are you absolutely sure? ​

    Revealing that she’s talking to Dax, Gard and Tarses in the main room of the Infirmary. Behind them in the surgical suite, Etana is tending to Odan, who sits on a bio-bed.

    GARD
    I agree with Commander Dax’s
    conclusion, Captain. I think
    a controlled separation is the
    best chance for the continued
    health of host and symbiont. ​

    KIRA
    (to Tarses)
    And you... you’re sure about
    this serum of Julian’s? ​

    TARSES
    It was never tested. It’s still
    officially experimental. But
    Doctor Bashir’s notes indicate
    that it worked in the field,
    on a statistically significant
    number of patients. I’m prepared
    to use it – with the patient’s
    consent, of course. ​

    KIRA
    Can he give consent? If he’s
    as messed up psychologically
    as you say, is he legally
    capable of it? ​

    DAX
    I think he’s made his wishes
    clear, Captain. He’s been trying
    to end this joining himself for
    a while, just in a more extreme
    way. This way would allow both
    of them to survive and get on
    with their lives. ​

    Taking that all on board, Kira steps through into the surgical suite. Odan sits on the bio-bed, visibly suffering but clear-headed nevertheless, not drugged or sedated.

    KIRA
    Mister Odan, I’m Captain Kira.
    I’m in command here. Before we
    go through with this, I need to
    ask you – are you absolutely
    certain? From the little I know
    on the subject, this isn’t the
    kind of thing you can change
    your mind about later. ​

    Odan looks up at Kira. He knows she’s being sympathetic, takes no offense. He’s tries to explain himself clearly.

    ODAN
    Captain... I appreciate your
    concerns. But I have seen and
    felt nothing but death for two
    years. Constantly dying, but
    never able to actually die
    from it? Had I known this was
    even an option, I would have
    done it a long time ago. So
    yes, I’m ready. I consent to
    this in the strongest terms.​

    Kira can’t really empathise with what he’s going through, but she can sympathise. She nods to Tarses.

    TARSES
    Alright. Clear the room, please.
    I need to prepare for surgery.
    Nurse...?​

    Etana comes back and begins to gently guide Odan back onto the bio-bed. Kira, Dax and Gard all move back to the main room. Before they go, Dax turns and looks back at Odan. He’s looking back at her, a serene smile on his face, a silent thank you. She nods, and turns to leave.

    KIRA
    So how are you handling it? ​

    The tone and look make it clear Kira is talking about more than just Odan. She’s talking about Julian. Dax understands that, and with a deep breath, replies equally cryptically.

    DAX
    I’ll be fine. Just gonna take a
    little getting used to. Seeing
    someone else in that room. ​

    KIRA
    It’ll all work out. ​

    Again – Bashir, not Tarses. Not that Gard gets any of that. Kira moves to leave.

    KIRA
    Mister Gard. ​

    GARD
    Captain. ​

    And she’s gone, leaving Dax and Gard alone to watch.

    GARD
    Are you alright? Considering
    this was your idea, you don’t
    seem overly happy about it. ​

    DAX
    That’s cause I’m not. Look at
    us, Gard. You and me... we get
    to keep our symbionts. Again.
    All around us, joinings are
    ending. I’m destroying another
    Trill symbiosis right now. But
    not us. We just keep going.
    (bitter)
    I guess we’re... “special.” ​

    GARD
    You made the right choice, Dax. ​

    DAX
    I know. I understand it. But
    I don’t have to like it. ​


    40 INT. DS9 – TARAN’ATAR’S QUARTERS


    The door opens, and Vannis enters from the corridor. Tense but professional. Not looking forward to facing Taran’atar again, but it has to be done.

    Taran’atar is waiting for her. He can’t apologise for what he did... as much as he might want to.

    VANNIS
    Ambassador. What is your wish? ​

    TARAN’ATAR
    Return to the Idran system.
    Continue to manage and compile
    information about the current
    activities of the Ascendants...
    and about the state of the
    Dominion. I will call for you
    if I need you. ​

    VANNIS
    Yes, Ambassador. ​

    She turns to leave, but he calls her back.

    TARAN’ATAR
    Vannis... thank you. For your
    assistance. ​

    It’s as much of an apology as she’s going to get. She calmly considers her response, resigned to her role.

    VANNIS
    It is... the order of things,
    Ambassador. ​

    And she leaves.


    41 INT. DS9 – DOCKING RING CORRIDOR


    Gard’s unnamed security agent is gently carrying a portable symbiont pod (seen in previous episodes) into the airlock, the slosh of the liquid audible as he goes.

    Dax stands nearby, observing. She turns to see Gard gently leading Kinjer (no longer Odan) towards the airlock. Kinjer is walking cautiously, still a little tender after the operation. Gard is gentle and considerate with him. Dax smiles, pleased to see that Gard can be a nice guy.

    DAX
    Kinjer. How are you feeling? ​

    KINJER
    Still a bit spacey right now,
    Commander. And weirdly light.
    But I’m looking forward to
    getting my own mind back. ​

    DAX
    Keep in touch. ​

    With a warm goodbye, Kinjer heads into the airlock and away. Gard pauses, turns back to Dax.

    GARD
    Dax... I’ve been thinking. If
    you really feel strongly about
    protecting the symbionts and
    getting Trill society back
    into joining shape, then come
    back with me. ​

    DAX
    Come back... to Trill? ​

    GARD
    You said you weren’t planning
    on staying here. Just waiting
    for your next assignment. This
    could be it. Come home, join
    the Starfleet contingent on
    the homeworld, and work with me
    to help the symbionts. That’s
    what I’ve been doing, you know. ​

    Dax smiles uncertainly – Gard is surprising her.

    DAX
    That sounds like a wonderful
    idea, Gard. But I can’t. ​

    GARD
    Why not? ​

    Dax pauses to think it through. What is she allowed to say?

    DAX
    Friends of mine are in danger
    right now. I can’t leave until
    I know they’re safe. But thank
    you for the offer. And I hope
    you’ll hold it open for me. ​

    Gard is curious about that, but knows he shouldn’t ask.

    GARD
    Then until next time. ​

    He steps into the airlock and away. Dax watches the airlock roll closed, and with a thoughtful nod, she turns to leave. Walking down the corridor alone, she worries about Bashir.


    42 EXT. COBBLED STREET - NIGHT


    The same general area on Earth as before, but a different street, enough to signify that we are not at Cole’s house.


    43 INT. BASHIR’S BEDROOM


    A small bedroom with a single bed and the usual furniture. Earth-style, not Starfleet. Basic but cosy. Bashir stands by the bed, unpacking from his travelling bag.

    In the midst of unpacking, he glances over his shoulder, making sure the door behind him is closed. Satisfied that it is, he turns back to his bag, and pulls out what looks like a simple flask, a travel mug for coffee or soup.

    Opening the lid of the flask, he reveals a portable version of Vaughn’s special transporter module inside. With a press of a button, the blue light at the top shines, casting a no signals, no weapons, no transporters field over the room. That done, he reaches into his pocket and brings out Admirals Batanides’ combadge.


    FLASHBACK


    Batanides hands the combadge to Bashir...

    BATANIDES
    Hold this for me, will you? ​


    BACK TO SCENE


    Bashir sits on the edge of the bed. Gently prises the cover of the combadge away, revealing the technology inside it.


    FLASHBACK


    As Bashir and Batanides browse the buffet table...

    BATANIDES
    Oh what’s his name, the captain
    of the Musashi...​


    BACK TO SCENE


    With a tiny metal tool, he works at the miniature controls inside the badge. He spells the name out as he does it.

    BASHIR
    Terapane... ​

    Nothing happens. Bashir frowns, thinks a bit more.

    BASHIR
    Okay... Alexandros. ​

    He inputs the letters... and there’s a positive bleep. He smiles with childish pride. And then Vaughn’s voice sounds, small and tinny but filled with determination and portent.

    VAUGHN (comm)
    I hope you’re well. You should
    know... we are coming. ​


    44 EXT. SPACE


    The Trill transport we saw earlier is warping through space on its way home.


    45 INT. TRILL TRANSPORT - QUARTERS


    Darkened for ship’s night. A door from the corridor opens, revealing Gard. He pokes his head in...

    GARD
    Kinjer? Are you asleep? ​

    No response. He steps in further.

    GARD
    Just wanted to check on you,
    see how you’re doing. ​

    Another step in. Then he sees something shrouded in the shadows... a pair of boots, swinging loosely in the air.

    GARD
    Gods damn it! ​

    Gard rushes in to the body, hanging from a sheet tied into a rope and slung over a ceiling beam. He pulls a knife out of his back pocket and slashes at the rope, and catches the body before it can fall. He lowers it gently to the ground.

    GARD
    Oh gods, no...​

    But it’s too late – Kinjer is clearly dead. Gard notices a piece of paper crumpled up in his hand. He pulls it out, flattens it out to read it. It’s hand-written, and says...


    I CAN STILL REMEMBER​


    Gard slumps to a sitting position on the floor, next to the body. He hangs his head and sighs.


    FADE OUT:


    END OF SHOW


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  8. lvsxy808

    lvsxy808 Rear Admiral Rear Admiral

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    Umm... Bumpity bump bump.

    It's been two weeks... nobody has anything to say? :weep:

    I know it's not my best, but give me something...

    /petulantpouting

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  9. rfmcdpei

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    I read it, then I went back and read the rest. You've got a talent! Thank you for sharing it with us.
     
  10. Chris McCarver

    Chris McCarver Lieutenant Commander Red Shirt

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    Gotta admit, man, that ending was a nice jaw-dropper. Good to see the usually always-a-step-ahead Gard get a gut punch like that.
     
  11. lvsxy808

    lvsxy808 Rear Admiral Rear Admiral

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    Well, thank you. :)


    Bit depressing, I know. But I didn't want the story to end on, "Gard has a problem, he brings it to Dax, Dax solves the problem, Gard goes away happy." That just seemed wet and limp. It's not a happy ending now, by any means, but I think it's more dramatically interesting.

    I know this one's a bit all over the place, but that was necessary simply because there were certain things I needed to happen in the course of the season, and this was kind of the only place I could fit them in. Every other episode to come had very specific goals, and this one was a bit nebulous and unformed, so this is where they went. Hence four separate storylines all a bit mushed together.

    I will post the next story as soon as I can - I'm actually waiting for permission before posting it. That sentence will make more sense when you see what it is.

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