Many years later…
Kasidy sat in her cabin, alone, feeling her bones, feeling alone, feeling…lost. Something told her to go digging in her closet.
She’d moved into the old cabin recently. It’d sat at the edge of the property where she had built their home, in Kendra Province, when she had still hoped for his return, when she would take Jake’s daily transmissions in the spirit in which they were intended.
There had always been…something that drew her to it. Certainly not the state in which she’d found it. Abandoned even before the Occupation, by the look of it. Ancient. Waiting to collapse. Like she was, when she finally moved in.
Rubbish, refuse, decay…Yet she found herself…digging. Someone had told her something of the history, in town, how there had been a vedek retreat here, long ago.
There were…crawling insects. She slipped on a pair of gloves, reminded herself that she used to be captain of a cargo ship, long before she ever met him, before she had adjusted to…
Near the bottom of all the detritus, there was a scroll. In the old days on Earth, there was something called the Dead Sea Scrolls. Hers was sheltered in much the same way, preserved, lost to time. Waiting to be found.
She’d taught herself how to read such things. Of course she had. She’d married the Emissary.
Yet she still couldn’t…
The Emissary had returned. In the distance past…When the Prophets had first spoken to the Bajoran people. The forgotten origins…Her Benjamin.
He’d known, somehow, all along. He’d known she would find out. He’d known she would find him. Again.
She felt her heartbeat.
She could…feel his presence. If she just turned around…But she couldn’t. She couldn’t bring herself to.
She held the scroll to her chest. She could feel his heartbeat, too.
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