THE SAD FATE OF SITO JAXA

Two

"You," Ezri began. "You're..."

"Yeah, yeah," the mirror Ezri said, "I'm you. Got it."

The two of them stood staring at each other over the body of the Cardassian.

"But, how?" Ezri managed.

"I'm from the alternate universe," the mirror Ezri said, clearly bored with the question. "Now, help me move the body."

"What?"

"The body. Help me move it."

"Why would I..."

"Because a security officer will be around the corner any minute, and this will just be too much him to handle."

"'Too much for him to handle.'"

"I mean, this is a kind of 'I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you' type of situation. And I'm sure you wouldn't want anymore death."

Ezri couldn't argue with that and so she grabbed the dead Cardassian's feet and the two of them moved the body. The mirror Ezri advised her counterpart that they could dispose of the body in a Jeffrey’s Tube for the time being, which they presently did.

"Right," the mirror Ezri said when they had finished the unpleasant business, "come with me."

"What?"

"You've seen too much."

"Are you going to..."

"Well, I hope it doesn't come to that. You've too nice an ass, even in this universe, to waste. Come on."

The two walked in silence for a little ways before the mirror Ezri spoke up.

"Seeing myself this way," she said, gesturing to her counterpart, "in that little uniform," a wicked smile appeared on her lips. "I don't like it." The smile disappeared immediately.

They soon found themselves in Quark's, surprisingly empty at the moment. Ezri didn't even see Morn. Selar was there, however, along with her two "cousins."

"This wasn't part of the deal," Quark said to the mirror Ezri as the two of them entered. "Why would I want two Vulcans hanging around the bar?"

"Because you could use two more hot Dabbo girls," the mirror Ezri said. "Because I would be in your debt. And because I told you to take them."

Quark stared at her for a few moments before speaking.

"I'm still not convinced," he said.

"Quark," the voice surprised everyone in the room. It belonged to one of Selar's "cousins." She was small, with short hair and a slight body, almost like a young boy's. "Seera and I could put on a show."

"A show?" Quark asked.

The Vulcan pulled the her companion to her. The other was a sensuous, almost overweight--but not quite--woman. The two Vulcans kissed passionately.

"Now how can you say no to that, Quark?" the mirror Ezri said. "T'Panga's nearly begging you. Well, as much as any Vulcan can beg. You see," Ezri approached the bar, so much intimidation in that little body, "you don't know what it's like on the other side. These two girls are slaves over there. You are doing a good thing. Selar asked me to help her on this and I told her that I would do everything I could. Now, are you going to help me?"

Quark didn't say anything for almost a full minute. He was looking into the mirror Ezri's eyes, trying to find some flaw, some weakness he could exploit. But there was nothing there.

"All right," he finally said. "But you owe me now, understand?"

"Completely," the small Trill advised.

T'Panga and Seera stayed at Quark's while Selar and the two Ezri’s headed back to Ezri's quarters.

"So," Ezri began, "let me get this straight. Neither of you are from my universe."

"You're a bright one," the mirror Ezri observed.

"You are correct," Selar replied.

"You're not the Selar that taught me at the academy," Ezri continued."

"No, I am not."

"Nor are you the Selar that is now part of the Excalibur crew."

"If you have to ask these questions," the mirror Ezri said, "then you obviously haven't figured anything out yet."

"Hey, this is a lot to take in," Ezri argued. "I just can't...process it all."

"Ohhh," the mirror Ezri cooed, "that pretty little head is empty, isn't it?"

Ezri made to attack her counterpart, but Selar stepped between them.

"Please," she said. "Let's get inside before anyone notices us." She disappeared into Ezri's room while the other two reluctantly followed her inside. The mirror Ezri promptly ordered a hard Klingon drink from the replicator.

"I know it's not the real thing," she said off Ezri and Selar's looks, "but I need it. And you do, too." This last was addressed to her counterpart.

"What are you doing here?" Ezri asked.

"We are helping those who would not otherwise survive by themselves in our universe," Selar said.

"Sort of an 'underground railroad' out of the mirror universe," Ezri said.

"I do not understand the reference."

"She means we're liberators," the mirror Ezri said. "We're the good guys." She said "good guys" like they were two bad words.

"Helping people," Ezri said, her voice rife with mistrust.

"You questions our motives?" Selar asked.

"Not yours," Ezri said.

"Well," the mirror Ezri said, a little smile on her lips, "there are a couple more reasons to visit this side of the mirror."

"I knew it."

"'I knew it,'" the mirror Ezri imitated perfectly, handing her counterpart a glass of the Klingon drink. Ezri took a sip and winced. It was strong stuff.

"So," she said, "what are you here for?"

"Same thing I was here for last time, a cloaking device. It's gonna work this time, too. I stole a complete set of plans so that our engineers will be able to replicate one."

"Should've guessed."

"'Should've guessed,'" the mirror Ezri mimicked and approached Selar.

"Thank you for your help, Ezri," the Vulcan said. The mirror Ezri said nothing, only reached out and caressed the left side of the Vulan's face.

Ezri looked away from the pair, deeply uncomfortable.

"What are you doing?" Selar asked.

"This is how I prefer to say 'Thank you,'" the mirror Ezri replied.

"But you're with Leeta," Selar protested.

"All she does is pine for Ziyal," the Trill said dismissively and leaned in closer, giving Selar a kiss. For a moment, the Vulcan seemed to be going along with it, but she soon broke the kiss and pushed the small Trill away.

"I'm going to check on our third party," Selar said. "You know the rendezvous." And she was gone, out the door and down the hallway.

"Damn," the mirror Ezri said.

"You're working with someone else?" Ezri asked.

The mirror Ezri just looked at her with contempt. "She's here to collect something."

"Collect what?"

"A weapon."

"What kind of weapon?"

The mirror Ezri pounced on her counterpart, pushing her down onto her back and smacking her across the face. She rested her hands on either side of her body.

"Do you ever stop asking questions?" the mirror Ezri asked. Ezri was too stunned to respond, she only looked at her counterpart, not blinking or breaking eye contact.

"You're beautiful," the mirror Ezri said. "Even if you're dressed in that mind-numbing uniform." Her right hand caressed her counterpart's left breast.

"So what do you think?" she asked. "I mean, I know it's a childish masturbation fantasy, but, really, what's wrong with that?"

"I don't think that--" Ezri began.

"Oh, shut up," her counterpart interrupted and planted a kiss on her lips. Ezri started to panic. Every nerve in her body began to go haywire, she was tingling with revulsion and delight. It was surreal. The mirror Ezri broke the kiss and tore open the front of her counterpart's uniform revealing her small, perfect breasts.

"Oh," was all the mirror Ezri said before devouring each nipple in turn. Ezri arched her back in ecstasy.

"Don't stop," she managed and struggled with getting her counterpart's leather jacket off, her hands were too clumsy somehow. She finally succeeded, and instantly pulled off her shirt along with it. It was astonishing, their bodies were nearly identical. The only difference being small, pink scars spread over the mirror Ezri's skin. Ezri pulled her counterpart's head off her chest and looked into her eyes for a moment before kissing her cheek, her tongue finding the little mole on the right side of her lip. It was uncanny, mind-boggling.

The mirror Ezri shuffled out of her pants; she was wearing no panties, her counterpart could see her neatly trimmed pubic hair, so like her own. the mirror Ezri then tore off her lover's pants, the uniform coming off in pieces and discarded across the room. The underwear followed and the mirror Ezri's hands were all over her counterpart's hair-covered mound. She straddled Ezri's head as she did this, allowing her lover access to her own sex.

Ezri had, on occasion, tasted herself during masturbation and that was what tasting the mirror Ezri was like. This was the next best thing to being a contortionist, Ezri reasoned.

The two women were a complete circle on the ground, identical in appearance yet totally different people brought together by an intense need. Ezri had not had sex for months now. Leeta had left the station to open a bar on Risa and Ezri had become lonely. She needed a release like this, even if it was just masturbation. All thoughts were abruptly discarded from her brain as her orgasm rocked her body in ripples that felt like waves.

Almost an hour later, the two women were finally done. Ezri lay curled on her bed, her ass and sex sore and red. The mirror Ezri was getting dressed.

"Will you come and see me again?" Ezri asked.

The answer was long in coming.

"Yes. If I have the urge." The mirror Ezri finished dressing and planted a small kiss on her counterpart's cheek and left.

Sito Jaxa was feeling groggy, still drugged, still not with it. She didn't know what was going on. She had been dragged down to the cargo bay by Tasha--or this woman who claimed to be Tasha--and now the two of them had been joined by a Vulcan woman.

"Got your little toy, I see," said a third voice. Sito looked around and saw a small, dangerous-looking Trill woman approaching them.

"Yes, I do," Tasha said.

"Good, let's get out of here," Ezri said.

"Hold it!" a voice cried. Sito recognized the voice as Commander Kira's. "You're not going anywhere!"

Sito looked up. Kira was surrounded by guards. Immediately, Ezri and Selar opened fire on the group, all the while backing up into the transporter. Sito started to feel strange. Her gaze had found Kira's face. A bizarre whirring noise filled her head as she looked at Kira. Then she

saw nothing. Tasha had clamped a hand over her face, shielding her eyes. The four of them were in the transporter now and were instantly beamed away into the mirror universe.

In their getaway ship, Ezri and Tasha were resting in the dual pilot’s chairs.

"So," Ezri said, "you gonna tell me what's going on with that little girl and what you want her for? Apart from the obvious reason, that is."

"She's a weapon," Tasha said.

"You've said that, but what kind of weapon?"

"Well, if you must know, the Cardassian Obsidian Order exists in their universe just like it exists in ours, right?"

"Right."

"So, their Order had a couple agents scoping out our universe. We captured them. And after a few weeks of torture, we got all kinds of information out of them. One of those bits of information was that little girl back there. She was in Cardassian hands for years. Unbeknownst to her, they had replaced one of her eyes--the left one--with a small but extremely powerful explosive device. The artificial eye works just like her regular eye except when it finds it's target. When it makes contact with the target's eye, the bomb goes off, destroying the target and everything else in a two-kilometer radius."

"Impressive," Ezri said. "Who's the target?"

"Kira Nerys," Tasha replied. "Apparently, she's been causing a lot of trouble for the Cardassians in their universe so the Obsidian Order decided to take her out."

"I see where you're going," Ezri said, smiling. Tasha joined her.

"You got it," she said. "Sito Jaxa has a date with the Intendant. You know how she likes her beautiful slaves."

There was silence for a few moments.

"Tasha?" Ezri asked.

"Yeah?"

"Who are you working for? We all thought you were dead. It was confirmed that you were captured by the Alliance, put into slavery and eventually executed."

"My friends were able to provide me with that little cover story."

"And who are these friends?"

"The Romulans," Tasha replied, smiling.

Ezri stared at her for a moment, then began to laugh. Soon, Tasha had joined her.

And in the backroom, Sito Jaxa, confused, alone--despite being cared for by the Vulcan, Selar--and afraid, lay down on a bunk, staring into nowhere.

The End