The BLTS Archive - Strangers in a Strange Land
by Netgirl (netgirl_Comingout@hotmail.com)

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Published: 06-15-06 - Updated: 06-15-06

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Jadzia looked around her bleak cell and sighed.

She and Benjamin had been on a routine away mission to survey a
passing comet when they had detected a transporter signature. Before
Jadzia had been able to identify its location she and Ben had found
themselves beamed back to DS9, only to realise, when Kira had slinked
onto the transporter pad and kissed Benjamin, that they were in the
mirror universe.

Jadzia had then been grabbed by two Klingon guards and thrown into the
brig. Possibly this was punishment for something she'd done in a past
life, one of Curzon's many indiscretions, probably.

The doors swished open and the same Klingons that had brought Jadzia
here re-entered, this time dragging a small figure dressed all in
black leather. Who, despite being less than half the size of one of
the Klingons, was struggling valiantly.

"Hey," Jadzia called as the force field was lowered briefly and the
figure tossed into her cell, "what have you done with Captain Sisko?"

She didn't get a response. She tried asking the question again in
Klingon and all that happened was that the guards turned and left.

"I don't know what you're yelling about. The Intendent is only holding
you here to make sure that your captain co-operates in finding the
human rebels, me she wants to execute."

Jadzia turned to face her new cellmate who was still sitting sprawled
on the floor where she had landed. Now that Jadzia had a chance to get
a good look at her she could see that she was a Trill female with
short, ruffled dark hair and an attractive line of spots framing her
face. She looked a few years younger than Jadzia, but there was
something in her eyes, something that made her appear older than she
at first seemed.

"What's your name?" Jadzia asked, extending her hand to help the girl
up.

"Ezri Tegan," she answered, batting Jadzia's hand aside and hopping to
her feet.

Tegan wasn't a symbiont name; the maturity in Ezri's eyes must be from
experience rather than previous lives. From what Jadzia had seen from
of the mirror universe, growing up here would be enough to make anyone
seem older than they were.

"Well, you know who I am. . . " Ezri trailed off, slumping down on the
narrow cot.

"Jadzia Dax, nice to meet you," Jadzia sat down next to Ezri. There
didn't seem to be a lot she could do until either the opportunity
presented itself to escape or Benjamin came up with a way to get them
back to their own universe.

After five minutes of silence Ezri began to fidget, after another five
she said, "You seem pretty calm for someone who's locked in a cell in
a parallel universe."

"In three hundred years I've been through a few things worse than
this." Jadzia mentally began to list the things she'd been through
that were worse than this, just to remind herself that they existed.

"Three hundred. . . " Ezri had an expression on her face that Jadzia
hadn't seen since a young Ensign Sisko had discovered that Curzon was
a joined Trill. She wasn't used to seeing that degree of shock on the
faces of other Trill who were used to being surrounded by people who
had lived many lives over.

"You've never met a joined Trill before?" Jadzia asked, genuinely
curious.

"There aren't any joined Trill here," Ezri spat out. "The alliance
killed all the symbionts when they conquered the planet over a hundred
years ago."

Jadzia felt a stab of disgust in her stomach and hoped that the rebels
were doing well against the alliance.

"Hey, can I see?" Ezri asked, her impish face lighting up with
curiosity.

"See wh-" before Jadzia could finish her question Ezri had slipped off
the cot onto the floor and was pushing Jadzia's knees apart. Jadzia
considered pushing her away, but if there's was one thing that she had
learned in over three hundred years as both a man and a woman it was
that there was something about an attractive woman on their knees that
inspired agreeability.

Ezri pulled open Jadzia's uniform jacket and shirt and pushed up her
tank top, resting her hand over the spot on Jadzia's stomach where the
Dax symbiont was nestled.

"It doesn't kick or anything," Jadzia teased.

Ezri's fingers teased Jadzia's skin, her thumbs rubbing circles over
sensitive flesh. Her head dipped down and she darted her tongue into
Jadzia's naval. Before Jadzia really realized what was happening, the
younger woman's fingers were already undoing her pants.

"Hey, wait," Jadzia pushed Ezri back by the shoulders.

"What," Ezri looked up and licked her lips. "You have something better
to do in here?"

"No, but-"

"Good, that's decided." Her hands returned to their work at Jadzia's
pants. "If you're joined, does that mean you've had sex with both men
and women?"

At that, Jadzia couldn't stop the grin from spreading across her face.

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The End