ten_fwd | wake me up when it's all over (open)

The last thing Jadzia expected after her wedding was to get whisked off somewhere. Well, no, she expected the Chief and Julian to play their part and "attack" the happy couple, but she definitely didn't expect to open her eyes after the first volley to find herself somewhere else entirely. She blinks warily. Usually, when this happens nothing good comes of it. Or, well, okay getting tossed back to the Kirk's timeline had been fun, even if they were trying to save him from a tribble-bomb. She could have done without getting stuck in 2024 though.

So here she is, walking the hallways cautiously. She's already asked the computer to tell her what ship this is and the answer was most definitely not comforting. Eventually, she ends up in Ten Forward, where she knows she'll find someone happy to give her answers. At least she'll be gathering attention very quickly with what she's wearing.

Little does she know her Klingon wedding dress might garner even more attention than she expects.

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"I'm sure most people don't get pulled directly out of their own wedding," Jadzia jokes, her lips twisting upwards. She settles into a seat as well, taking his hand and giving it a firm shake, despite her gloves. "Jadzia Dax," she replies, falling back on keeping the secret. She doesn't know if Kirk knows here, but as far as Dax knows Leonard is the only one of that group who knows the Trill secret.

Thanks to Emony and Leonard's surgeon hands.

"I guess you and I have the displacement thing in common." There's no hiding that, Dax reasons. "I hope your stay here hasn't been too hard."

The name rings no bells--apparently, Leonard's doctor-patient confidentiality is intact. But he likes her grip, and her manner.

"I'm sorry to hear that," he says. "From everything I hear a wedding day is difficult enough, without temporal displacement complicating matters. As for me? The setting is pleasant enough, I guess. It's just not where my work lies."

He's bored. Bored to tears and, all right, drink. And without even anything concrete to take his frustration out on.

"I'm just glad to meet someone who hasn't heard of me. No offense to them, but it's not much fun being an outdated relic."

Dax decides to keep her mouth shut about having heard of him for now. She can side-step that issue for a while and let him think she's just nice. Later on they can talk about how much Jadzia likes the history of his time period. But likely not why. For now, she'll just be a new friend, someone to talk to, and that's good enough for her.

"It was more than enough," she agrees, "since I spent the days beforehand convincing the lady of the house that I was worthy to join the family." It's vague enough that she can get away with not saying Klingon. If Kirk doesn't recognize her dress as Klingon, she doesn't really want to enlighten him. Not yet.

"I know," she continues, her expression one of sympathy. That's about how she feels right now and how she will feel soon enough, once she's been here and useless for a longer time. "It's hard to find something to do when there's not really anywhere to go."

Harder still for someone used to being in charge.

She's pegged him, for sure, but for now Jim thinks it's simply her good sense and he thinks all the better of her, for it.

"Worthy?" he says, wonderingly. "How any mother-in-law could object is beyond me. And I don't mean anything untoward by that, please believe me. Your composure alone is evidence of good character." He shakes his head, at the vagaries of society. Perhaps some things never change, and that, he thinks, is the inherent unworthiness of anyone ever compared to one's own progeny.

"But if you're not Starfleet," he continues, "you seem pretty comfortable with the surroundings. Where are you from, if you don't mind my asking?"

"It was complicated. We didn't exactly see eye-to-eye." Jadzia's lips twist upwards in equal parts ruefulness and amusement. She and Sirella hadn't gotten along at all at first simply because Jadzia wasn't a Klingon. She was also brash and sarcastic, which Sirella didn't appreciate, Then again, Sirella didn't appreciate a lot about Dax until Jadzia had grudgingly settled into the role of daughter.

His opinion of her will probably change in a few minutes, as his question isn't one she can ignore. "Actually..." She winces a little. "I am Starfleet. I'm just not from this timeline or this ship. That's complicated, too. I guess my whole life is pretty complicated right now."

That is... putting it mildly.

"Either way, I'm a Trill. My home planet is a long way from here."

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Jim laughed at his own mistake. "My apologies," he said. "I shouldn't assume. You've ever right to a complicated life--and a wedding out of uniform, naturally." He tilted his head, watching her for a moment. "Never met a Trill," he mused, with the genuine delight he always felt at encountering the unexpected. "It's a pleasure."

Jadzia breathes an inward sigh of relief. She hadn't wanted to insult the famous Captain Kirk ever if she could help it, but especially not here. Admittedly, it's nice to actually be allowed to meet him instead of convinced that that would be "too much fun." Thanks, Benjamin.

"My husband's family is very traditional," she explains, her smile warming considerably. "I had to go through all of the pre-wedding rituals. It was a lot." But it had been worth everything in the end, even Sirella's ire. Dax had learned some very important lessons that day.

"I thought the spots would have given me away," she jokes. "It's nice to meet you, too." She manages to avoid adding "finally" to that. No need to make things awkward and difficult to explain. "I'm guessing you've been living here longer than I have."

"Only slightly," Jim allows. He waves a hand. "And lots of species have spots. As much as I'd like to think I've seen everything, the day I have is the day I'll have outlived my usefulness. Where--sorry, when--I'm from, not many of my people have met yours. At least, not that I know of."

He takes a sip of his drink.

"I hope you'll forgive me, but your husband is a very lucky man. I hope you get to return to him soon."

Dax smiles at that. She likes that idea. It's very Starfleet. "I think the same thing and I don't want to ever outlive my usefulness." It isn't entirely possible for Dax to do that, especially with her knowledge of the war, but Jadzia herself doesn't want to risk that, either.

"Not many have in your time that I'm aware of." She just casually leaves out the part where Audrid Dax met Christopher Pike and he knows the secret. Also the part about Emony having had fun with McCoy that one night so long ago. He had the hands of a surgeon, something Dax will never forget, and he is keeping the secret, too. "But I'm glad to have the opportunity to meet you now."

No, really. She is happy to get to know him outside of history lessons.

"Thank you," she says warmly, smiling at the compliment and well-wishes. "I hope I do, too. We only just got married, but I miss him already. We've been separated before, but somehow this feels... more permanent."

"Don't say that," Jim says quickly. "You're just married--it's natural you're going to miss him all the more intensely, and that can feel like the longest time of your life. But none of us can afford to think this is it. We'll make it home, we'll see our loved ones again, and hopefully we'll look back on this the way old 'fleet hounds look back on what were probably awful conditions." He smiles. "You know the ones, I'm sure. 'Remember the time we were stranded for three weeks, life support minimal, under fire from the Romulans? Ah, things were better, back then.' When are you from, then?"

He's a little surprised that she hasn't mentioned knowing him, but at what point, he thinks, does the constant recognition go to his head? At what point does surprise become expectation, disappointment?

Dax has been trying not to do the fawning all over him thing for a multitude of reasons. But he's just so calmly offering her advice. It's like having Benjamin here, except. Calmer. Jadzia can't help the small, grateful smile that crosses her lips.

"I've heard a lot of stories like that one. I think my cousin Tobin got captured by Romulans once while they were testing transporter technology, but that was a long time ago." And yet Dax remembers it like it was yesterday.

"When? That's a little more complicated. I'm not supposed to say exactly when, so let's just say I'm from around ten years from this timeline."

Around. Not exactly. That's... close enough to keeping the Temporal Prime Directive in tact, right? Not that Jadzia has a good track record with that or anything.

"And yes, I do know who you are. But I thought you might want a potential friend more than a fan." That is her story and she's sticking with it.

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