No, because the two years that followed that sad time became the most wonderful we’d ever expected to live: I returned to DS9 after a year spent with the Great Link, finding my beloved Nerys more in love with me than she’d ever been; also, I took back my old job as Security Chief. Jadzia was brought back to life, and that was a real miracle… I don’t know if from the prophets or from Dr. Bashir, but it was. She was no longer a ‘Dax’, since her symbiont had passed to Ezri Dax long time before, but it doesn’t matter: she’s still my friend Jadzia. Needless to say that she got back together with Worf, to his deep joy and happiness, and that Ezri and Jadzia became best friends. Captain Sisko came back from the Prophets’ heaven too, and he took command of the station back, since that was the decision of both Bajoran Government and Starfleet. He’s living now a happy life together with Jake, Cassidy and the little boy he had with her. And while Cardassia is being rebuilt, Garak came back on DS9 as well, re-taking his old tailoring shop, this time with the help of two Bajoran ladies at his dependance, and Damar coming to help from time to time, now that he and Garak are brothers by adoption. Finding out that Damar was alive was both a shock and a joy to all of us, when we found out, but it was clear that in the whole mess of the war, nobody noticed that Damar had just entered a coma, he didn’t die. As for Dr. Bashir, he’s the station doctor once again, and Chief O’Brien… well, he’s back on Earth with his family after he and his wife worked to rebuild Cardassia last year, but I heard of their plans to come back to live on the station once Yoshi will be three years old. For how much it may seem selfish of all of us, we all are looking forward to it. And now that my adoptive parents have made me, Garak, Damar and a child Dukat who the Prophets brought back to life… brothers… life is a lot more interesting.

Well, that’s all for this log. I’m now going to see Nerys and then Dr. Bashir, as it seems that he’s found a way to let eat and drink even as a Changeling, by making my cells use food to produce more energy. Interesting as it seems, it can’t wait any longer.

Tagged by my brother Rattilus:

Once accepting this award, the rules are as follow
1 – Put the logo on your blog.
2 – Add a link to the person who awarded you.
3 – Nominate 10 other blogs.
4 – Add links to those blogs on yours
5 – Leave a message for your nominees on their blogs.

With that I nominated 10 other bloggers for this award as well.
I’ll be awarding this to 10 people I will choose later *this post will be edited*.

I got this award from my brother Longreen:
I LOVE YOU THIS MUCH AWARD

Rule: Link the person who started this award. Link the person who “LOVE” you . Post the rules on your blog (this is what you are now reading). Tag 7 people at the end of your post and link to them. Let each person know they have been “LOVED” and leave a comment on their blog.

Now, I’m passing the award to 7 people I will choose later *this post will be edited*.

These last weeks have been pretty ordinary. Nothing special happened, if we except my evenings with Nerys, my daily fights with Quark and his Ferengi dependants, a few young delinquents to catch, and reports to write for the Federation and Bajoran officers.

One thing deserves mentioning, though. Or better, two things. One being my mom’s arrival on DS9 on November 20th (21st century timeline) and her meeting with the scientist who was assigned to me upong my rescue, Dr. Mora; two being the station’s medical officer, Dr. Julian Bashir.

Regarding my mother, I kind of… feared… that she would back away from me if Dr. Mora claimed be back as his own son, but gladly nothing like that happened. I was pleased to notice that she almost immediately started getting along with the doctor, and that he – most surprisingly – was looking at her with a kind paternal glare. It felt like a family reunion, and I hope there will be a next time soon, in which I hope to introduce Dr. Mora to more of my adoptive family members.

As for Julian Bashir… he’s been spending quite some time with my mother on that day, and since then, I started noticing something… different… in him. At first I though he’d fallen in love with her, thought that nearly got me upset, but then I realized that it was something… very different. I’ve been observing Bashir’s behaviour for a week now, and I have a doubt that he secretely wishes her to call him her son. I shared my thoughts with my brothers Garak and Damar as well, and they do seem to have gotten the same doubts as me. It is maybe premature to think or say anything, but I wonder if next time my mom arrives on the station we shouldn’t prepare ourselves to welcome a new… brother.

So, I would start by telling my new diary – which is not very new in reality, since I’ve left it idle for months before ever deciding to start using it – telling my diary about how hard to understand humanoids are. From an alien’s point of view of course. As many of you know – presuming that this blog will be majorly read by my family in the other dimension – I am into a relationship with Major Kira for nearly two years, relationship that has seen a prelude more years ago but that we were forced to end unwillingly because of our responsibilities to our respective homeworlds. Nerys is an extremely kind and understanding being, and I feel happy, complete, beside her, but sometimes I wonder if I don’t miss too many characteristics of the classical partner to fully satisfy her. One example: my impossiblity to eat any kind of food. It’s not my fault if I’m designed in this way: Changelings don’t need to eat, and I have no stomach or digestive apparatus to assolve to such functions. Same can be said about my impossiblity to have children: I understand the need for Nerys to experience maternity someday, but once again, it’s not my fault if I can do nothing about. It’s just what I am. Regarding this topic, in particular, I asked her to take adoption in consideration, but she keeps saying it wouldn’t be the same. I wish sometimes that I had a magic wand for her to satisfy all her needs, but that is quite impossible. I can just keep hoping that she would consider a compromise with the time passing, and that she would still be happy at my side, as my partner, with what I’m able to give her.

Well, it’s time for ‘old’ Odo to resume his Security Service shift. I’m hoping that my family would drop by and leave some kind of feedback.
Until next time.
- Odo

All I shall say is that my name is Odo ‘Ital. Prime.

My family will be able to read the rest when and if I will manage to get a hand of how to use this device called ‘blog’.