Aftermath

Posted on Fri Feb 13th, 2026 @ 2:27pm by Captain Lorut Vila & Lieutenant Commander Frasier Greene

5,495 words; about a 27 minute read

Mission: Rest and Recovery
Location: Quarters-DS9 Promenade-Bajor
Timeline: SL-01, afternoon.

Earlier:

The day before the Intrepid docked at DS9 for repair and the crew to R&R, Vila had been cleared to return to duty. She was still not completely healed, but she'd promised Gocx and, most importantly, Frasier, that she'd take it easy.

And she planned to.

She had to meet with the Station commander, and see off the people who were reassigned. She filed reports, and reviewed her orders for the upcoming mission.

Finally. She could rest. But first? She had plans.

She made her way to her quarters. A hot shower later, and she was at her replicator, finding a dress that Frasier hadn't seen yet. She picked one-tight, white, and entirely inappropriate. Perfect. She dressed quickly, dried her hair, applied a tiny bit of lipstick, and then...

She made her way to sickbay, where the Computer said Frasier was. She was glad they were mostly alone-the few people left were skeleton crew or DS9 engineers, and ignored her.

She found him in his office, and quietly let herself in. Before he could speak, she crossed the room, stepping out of her high heeled shoes, and took his face in her hands, placing a deep kiss on his lips before settling in on his lap, straddling the chair carefully.

"God, I've missed you," she said. "The entire time I was hostage, all I could think of was you..." she said.

Her sudden appearance had caught him unaware. However, Frasier quickly melted in her kiss and had pulled her closer into a loving embrace.

Inhaling her fragrance while tenderly stroking her back Frasier whispered his reply: "I was the same. The thought of you not coming back..." he swallowed, unable to finish his own sentence.

They were both acutely aware of how challenging it would be as their relationship continued, they were always at risk of fate dealing them a cruel blow - but abduction and torture was never considered a possibility.

"I've never felt so utterly helpless," Frasier continued. "Please don't ever do that again."

She let out a soft chuckle. "I promise," she said. "Trust me, it wasn't on my list of "fun things to do as Captain," either," she said. She kissed him again. "Take me to dinner. There's an Italian place on the second deck of the Promenade. Then to bed," she said, moving her body so that she was sitting on the desk now, out of his lap. Not that she minded but she did prefer the privacy and safety of intimacy in private places, like her quarters or his.

"It's called Giuseppe's. It's casual, but I can wait for you to change, if you'd like," she said.

A guttural moan escaped Frasier mouth as Vila re-positioned herself: "If you keep kissing me like that and wear that priceless dress I'm not sure if we'll make it out of this room let alone to dinner."

She laughed. "Perfect," she deadpanned, but let him up. They headed to his quarters first, so he could change, and she could find a sweater or something more appropriate for general company.

Soon, they were on the Promenade, hand in hand.

"So. Got any plans for the week?" She asked him. "Are you interested in coming down to Bajor with me? You could meet my family, and we can explore..." she said. "Just a casual thing." She clarified. Though their relationship was solid and she no longer spent her time overanalyzing it, it was still a BIG ask and she knew that. "If you aren't ready yet, I DO understand. I can give you some ideas of things you can do solo."

Frasier squeezed her hand playfully as they walked: "Meeting the family, eh? That's a big thing for couples, or at least for young humans eager to impress, yet yearn for appraisal for their choice of partner."

Vila laughed. "Something like that. But honestly. Even if they didn't, I like you." She squeezed his hand back. "They'll love you. Because I do."

"Either way, I'd love to come to Bajor with you," Frasier continued. "I've never been before and would appreciate a guide."

"Great. We head down tomorrow. 0900. My brother Ude will meet us. I think he wants to do a bit of shopping in town first before we go home."

They arrived at the restaurant on the second deck of the Promenade then. "Here we are. Kind of like our first "date," huh?" She smiled. She hadn't planned it; she just loved Italian food and looked for the best restaurants whenever they had a chance to leave the ship.

He beamed in reply. "I seem to remember it wasn't supposed to be a date, but I enjoyed it very much, especially in the park when we kissed."

"Me, too," she said, blushing lightly. "It WASN'T a date. But I am glad how it ended," she said, slipping into a booth. It was more casual than the first place, but she didn't mind.

"And look at us now." She said.

As they chatted, a menu PADD appeared, and a waiter stood there.

"Drink orders, please?"

She smiled. "Springwine," she said. She gestured to Frasier.

"Same," the Doctor nodded to the waiter before he retreated. "I've grown rather fond of the wine recently, I cannot recall why that maybe however," he winked across the table.

She laughed. "I have no idea," she said, making an innocent face. She was glad he'd grown to like it. They were learning each other's customs, and foods, and such, and traditions. It was NICE to just be at peace. She'd missed out on a lot of life.

Soon, the drinks and food arrived, and Vila started in. "How was your day otherwise?" She said. She had been trying to make it a point to "check in" so that the relationship didn't become about her and her problems, but about them and their lives together and also separately.

"As expected when in dock and with most of the crew on leave my day has been relatively quiet," Frasier replied. "Crew rotation roster, inventory checking, updating maintenance logs, the tasks that normally sit on the back burner." He gave a small shrug: "I'm sure you know what I mean."

Vila nodded. "Of course. Take some time to relax, though, please. Even if it's not always with ME," she said. "We're at DS9, there's so much to do."

"I'll try to," he nodded with assurance. "What about you? How was your day? Apart from attempting to cause a scene walking around the ship in that skin tight dress and getting your boyfriend all hot and bothered?"

She laughed. "Oh, good, it worked! Well, besides meeting with the Station Commander and Admiral...about the same. Wrapped up after action reports. We're losing people, and gaining people. Same. There's rumours of forming a fleet group, but nothing set in stone yet. I think there's some consideration that since it's been almost a full year since Culver went MIA, that we'll move him to KIA and that means...well. Some changes. Possibly a reassignment and an official frocking as Captain, as opposed to just a field promotion. This is all just nebulous, but..." She shrugged. "Some things to think about. I don't know. I feel like the Intrepid is my home now, though, so. I won't leave without a fight." She smiled. "And only if you'd come with me."

"Has been a year already?" Frasier asked softly. It certainly hadn't felt as if a year had passed since the incident with the USS Loveless - the unexplained event and loss of Max still stung from time to time. "Still feels raw doesn't it?"

She nodded. "Yeah, it feels like yesterday some times, for sure. But I think...I've done ok, right?" She said. "Anyway. We can discuss it more as the week goes on. I meet with the Admiral tomorrow but...nothing is set in stone. Yet."

"You've earned the position of Captain, even if you don't honestly believe it yourself," Frasier pressed with a hint of insistence. "I'll follow you across galaxies if needs be."

She smiled. "Thank you. I NEED a good doctor with me. Do you think they'd let me take Rena, too?" She asked, as their food appeared. "Anyway!! Bajor. If you're sure, I'd love to show you our vineyard. There's a private little out building that we used to use for the farmhand...before the war. Since then, my brother has fixed it up again and it's ours to use. Otherwise, I'll stay in the main house with my mother. She's...Well. A mom," Vila laughed.

He smirked imagining how awkward he'd be feeling if they were planning to visit his family. Though they were both adults and had endured both ends of the romance game, bringing home a new prospect still bought nerves and the odd desire for approval from family.

"I don't want to be a bother to both you or the family," Frasier started. "I know you've not been able to visit for a while, and no doubt there's much to discuss - I can find somewhere else to stay if it makes things easier."

"You wouldn't be a bother, BUT if you're not ready yet, that is OK," she said. "You're right, there's plenty of to do and places to stay here on the Station, even. I do not want to pressure you into anything," she said. If he wasn't ready to meet her family, that was ok. Honestly, she didn't know if she was, nor would she EVER be but she knew that it would someday be inevitable.

"I didn't say that I felt unprepared to meet your family," Frasier lowered his fork and paused with trepidation. "I just want things to go smoothly, for however long we have together. Sure I'd like to see holo images of you as a tiny tot complete with pig tails and muddy puddles and hear childhood stories, but only if you want me to. If you'd rather skip visiting your mother together, or want to go alone I understand."

He closed his eyes briefly realising he'd thrown cold water on their meal and wouldn't have been surprised if she gave him the cold shoulder for the rest of the evening.

Vila nodded. "No, I think we just misunderstood each other. Come with me, if it's not too weird. I don't think there's any photos of me as a toddler, but before the war...there's one or two. My mother may not even be there; she goes to Earth often to visit my other brother, so. You may be spared after all. Ude's being cagey. I hate when he does that," she said. Her middle brother was their mother's keeper, usually, and when she'd asked if her mother was going to be home, and if she'd wanted to meet her boyfriend, Ude just shrugged a little and said "if she chooses to be here, she will." WHAT DID IT MEAN? Rena said not to worry, but Vila wasn't so sure.

Frasier smiled weakly with relief as she continued.

"So. I am inviting you to come to Bajor with me to meet my family," she said. "Tomorrow. We'll shuttle over at around 1000," she said. "We keep late hours. We'll tour the city first, I want to show you the orbs and where I served...and then home. It doesn't look the same as it once did but the rebuilding is still on going," she said.

She hoped she'd assuaged his worries. He worried too much. "At any rate, I'll need someone logical when my mother starts her bs about a family," she sighed.

The Doctor arched an eyebrow at the sentence and chuckled: "Isn't being the Captain enough? She'll still press you on family even if I'm not Bajoran?"

Vila laughed. "Being a Starfleet captain certainly helped. Quite frankly, I don't think she exactly understands what I do," she said. "Anyway. I am the daughter, it was my duty to provide an heir," she said, making a face. "I couldn't...." she paused a moment. "But my older brother got married and had a family, so. That has helped. I think she just wants me to be happy, and for her, that was with my father, so she just equates being attached as happiness. Old habits die hard; but she has always clung to that, even deep into the war. And don't forget, my first husband was human," she said, with a shrug.

"Anyway. We don't have to stay long. I just...I miss home, and I'd like to see it and I'd like to share it with YOU because I love you and it's important to me."

She smiled lightly, but returned to her dinner.

Abruptly Frasier reached out across the table and took her hand, cutlery in all. "Nothing would make me happier," he said rather moved at her disarming honesty. "I love you Vila, now and forever."

She smiled. "Thank you," she said, quietly. This was the first time they'd been publicly intimate in any form, but she didn't mind it, actually. She held his hand a moment, before pulling away to finish her dinner.

"I am glad. Let's finish, and we can find something a little more...fun to do," she said, with a grin.

The Doctor matched her wolfish smile before turning his attention back to his own plate, eating with renewed eagerness.

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The next day, Vila awoke, and dressed quickly, watching Frasier sleep. She chose some jeans, an open, traditional knit sweater, and some sneakers. Casual but pretty. Today, she wore her traditional earring-though she sometimes didn't. It was tough sometimes still-she still struggled to make sense of her faith and her traumas, and how they intertwined. She made herself some coffee, and settled in quietly. They would beam down to Bajor, near the Capital city. Visit a market there, meet her brother for lunch, and then see how they felt. She felt like that was the best course of action-low pressure but still a bonding experience.

"Morning," a slightly gruffly sounded Frasier interrupted her musing, a rope loose tied around his frame. He swooped to kiss her cheek: "Mmm coffee smells good, just like you." He straightened slightly, a finger tracing her pierced ear. "Everything alright?" he asked. "I've not seen you wear this for a long time."

Vila smiled lightly, but let out a sigh. "Yeah, I just figured..if I am seeing home, I might as well. When in Rome, right?" She giggled. "Coffee?" She asked, standing up. "A little breakfast before we beam down to the planet," she said. She was stalling.

Though still a touch sleepy Frasier fixed his girlfriend with a probing gaze half expecting her to offer more. "No breakfast for me," he shook his head. "I'll take some coffee though, but I'm going to shower first."

Vila nodded. "OK, I need to finish just this email," she said, and smiled. She handed him a mug of coffee. "You know where the shower is," she said, returning to the computer.

Frasier lingered momentarily tempted to ask more but was wise enough not to press her. As Captain she had more responsibilities than he'd imagined and often that also included classified data that she was forbidden to share, even to him. Though, bound by process and the stiffness of the Fleet's chain of Command Frasier knew he couldn't actually shoulder Vila's responsibilities first hand, he knew how to aid in keeping hers afloat through trouble times.

"I won't be long," he replied planting a kiss on her hair before moving away allowing her to work.

Unfortunately, as much as Vila wished it wasn't so, this was one of the times she'd need to focus on work instead of their relationship-but only for a few minutes. She sighed deeply, and turned back to the screen. She was being reassigned...effective immediately. As she heard the shower turn on, she typed out a simple, single line-"fuck you." A moment later, of course, she deleted it, but did send off a note to the Admirals that "she'd be able to meet her replacement in her Ready Room at 0800 the next morning and report to her new assignment in three days' time." In the meantime, she wouldn't worry about it. After she hit "send", she sighed deeply and drained her coffee, waiting for Frasier to finish.

A short while later refreshed and fuelled up on coffee the two were ready to depart. With so few crew members left on the ship Frasier took the risk of holding her hand as they walked. "Where's our first stop?" he asked.

Vila took his hand, and led him towards the transporter room. "University of Bajor," she said. They arrived quickly at the transporter room, since it was close to the bridge and her quarters. After a quick chat with the computer, it was decided that they could, indeed, transport directly to the planet and bypass the station. A bit later, she smiled at Frasier as they stepped out of the light beam, and into a bustling city. It was the front steps of the University-close enough. "I hate that computer," she mumbled. "Come on," she said, leading him by the hand to the Quad. "The orbs are here," she said. Later, they'd go to the market to meet her brother and then make a decision from there on how the rest of the day would go.

They found the area where the Orbs were being displayed-a corridor of sorts, that led to the college of letters, if she remembered right- and the Orbs were behind shields. "The Prophets say that if you stare long enough, the Orbs will speak to you," she said, with a chuckle. Vila had lost her religion long ago, but still, they were a cultural thing for her, and a sign that the war was officially, REALLY over and that they could live again.

"I assume you're rather sceptical about that," Frasier replied lowly so they couldn't be heard in case her confession had them thrown out.

Vila sighed. She nodded lightly. "I am, but...it's cultural, anyway. It's good for us to have them here," she said. She paused a moment, gazing hard at the Orb in front of her. Nothing. She shrugged, then spoke again.

"We'll get some lunch after this; Ude wants to meet at noon." She should have had him go up to DS9; a neutral territory for all three, but she only just now thought of it.

"That's fine," Frasier responded slowly, his attention divided by the contents of the gallery and the glow of the displayed orbs. "They have a sort of haunting beauty about them, don't you think? Entrancing, yet beneath the glitter a sense of something else...something...well I'm not sure how to describe it."

She smiled. "Yes. It is said that they are the embodiment of the Prophets," she said. "I don't know how true that is-the metal used to make them is endemic to the Southern part of Bajor," she said. "And doesn't appear anywhere else in the known Universe." She gazed again, hoping for a sign or a piece of knowledge or even her reflection. Nothing.

"Fascinating," he breathed still enthralled by the Orbs.

"Before we meet my brother, I need to talk," she said, abruptly. "But take your time here, we have plenty of time." She said, moving on to a new orb.

"Right," Frasier nodded absently his attention still occupied by the orbs on display.

She smiled and kissed his cheek. They stayed for a bit longer, but Vila was growing antsy. Normally, the scientist in her would've stayed for hours, but the Captain in her needed to tell him. She lead him out of the corridor, and back across the street from the college, where a large, bustling outdoor market was. She found her favorite stall.

"Hello! A large Larish pie, please, and a synthale," she said. "I love this place," she said. "The Larish pie is better than my mom's." It was owned by an old Bajoran couple she'd met during her Militia time and she had consistently come back to it when she could.

She had led them through the crowd and bustle with ease, thankfully with their hands entwined together it made following her lead otherwise Frasier was certain he'd become lost without her guide. He watched as their order was being prepped. and his mouth began to salivate: "Smells delicious."

Vila beamed. "It's one of my favourites," she said. They were each handed a plate with a square slice of the pie, which more like a cottage pie than a dessert pie, and she led them to a nearby picnic table to eat. Once they were sat, she started.

"I am being reassigned," she said, plainly. "At the end of shore leave, actually. I found out last night. Command thinks starting over with a new captain and a new crew is...the best idea. I'll take over the command of a newly commissioned ship-the USS Pathfinder. They said I could choose my own crew, or they could choose to stay with the Intrepid. We're being reassigned as a task force-the Intrepid, the Pathfinder, and the Firestone. Pathfinder will be a patrol ship, and Firestone will be crew support," she explained. She paused a moment. "Which means...you will need to decide what YOU want to do. BUT...I want it to be your decision, and I want it to be well thought out. So chew on it...you don't need to decide yet. Command is supposed to be letting people know individually..."

"Whoa, slow down," Frasier twisted to face her more comfortably and moved the untouched pie to one side, his intrigue in the food forgotten. He could tell this had been eating at her throughout the morning and she desperately needed to air it, however it had come as such a surprise to him Frasier wasn't able to digest it.

"Back up. You're being reassigned?" he asked feeling oddly annoyed with a decision being made much, much further up the chain then he. "Don't you get a say in this?"

"Sorry," she said. "Yeah, I am being reassigned. They're moving me to a ship called the "Pathfinder." Intrepid will get a new captain-she's been newly promoted. Ambrose is her name," she said. "I don't get a say, no. I DID tell them it's too soon after Max died, but...they think it'll be "better for morale" and that people can move on faster if it's a new person in charge," she said. "BUT. I can choose my crew. You can come, if you want to..." She sighed, and pushed her own food away. She wasn't hungry anymore.

"They're transitioning us to a task force; three ships that travel mostly together all the time, due to increased hostilities," she said, parroting the news she was given. "Let me tell you-the strength it took to not resign on the spot was..a lot," she said. She felt like she might cry for the first time in a long time.

Instinctively Frasier shuffled closer and squeezed her thigh reassuringly. "I don't doubt it, you've been under a lot of strain since Max's loss, despite that you've helped the crew move forward and heal, your strength has formed bonds with everyone. This announcement feels like an insult against that journey we've been on."

She nodded. "You're right. It feels...like a punishment, instead of a new opportunity," she said. "And a betrayal to the crew. But...I did take it," she said. "I have made no secret that I hold some disdain for the Fleet," she said. "However, my loyalties are to the Fleet, secondary only to Bajor," she said. "Rena once said that I've punished myself enough, and that it's OK to let good things happen to me now," she said. "That it doesn't lessen the impact of the things that have happened to me. So I am choosing to think that this is another good thing. Like you were," she said. "The crew will be ok. I am a survivor, and I will be ok, too," she said.

Frasier smiled at her final comment and gave her leg another squeeze. "I agree with Rena on that. The crew will be alright, you've helped them through their darkest days and shown them the light. This new Captain, Ambrose will take them onto the next chapter while you write yours."

"I'm proud of you Vila," his smile broadened. "It's been a hell of ride so far, but like cream you've risen to the top."

"Thank you," she said.

A voice from behind them snapped her back to reality.

"Vila?"

She looked around. It was her brother. "Oh, Ude's here," she said, raising her arm in a greeting.

The man approached, and took a seat next to Vila, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. He turned to Frasier.

"You must be the Doctor," he said. "I am Vedek Ude, her brother."

Vila closed her eyes a moment.

Immediately Frasier noted the disapproval hint in Ude's tone and he felt a muscle twitch in his jaw. His gaze slide to Vila wondered why she hadn't shared her brother's occupation prior to now. "That's right," he replied attempting to smooth things over, then held out his hand. "Frasier Greene, I'm pleased to meet you Vedek."

"Sorry, I never did mention that he's a Vedek now, did I?" She couldn't remember if she had, actually. She felt like she did but maybe not? "Anyway. It never occurred to me. You know how I feel about the Prophets..." She sighed. "Ude, we can come up to the house..."

"No, mom's back on Sol with Afad." Afad was the oldest of Vila's brothers, and lived on Earth because he was married to a human woman.

"Alright,"' she said, feeling a little disappointed. She HAD said...but then, her mother's memory and mental health weren't always the greatest. Like Vila, she'd been traumatized, too, but unlike Vila, hers had simply made her act oddly, instead of the anger and hurt that Vila had harbored for years.

"I'll get some Larish pie and then we can talk. I want to hear about your ship," Ude said, standing up.

Frasier glanced towards Vila as Ude moved towards the market for his Larish Pie and smirked. "He's a laugh isn't he?"

Vila sighed. "Yes," she said. "I love him, but...it's still hard for me, sometimes. I...have a complicated relationship with our faith and it was Ude who got me into the Resistance," she said. "He recruited me. And uh...in some ways, I still haven't forgiven him. In other ways...I think he knew I was the best one for the job. We've always been the two who were more...wild. Our oldest brother was more steady; when we were kids, I thought he was cowardly. Now? I understand. He knew our mother needed at least ONE of her children to survive. Ude has always been one to forgive and forget much faster than me," she said. "We've had different experiences. I understand why he chose a life of faithful service, even though it took awhile for me TO understand," she said. In a way, it was why she stuck with Starfleet-they all needed something to cling to. For her, it was the rigidity and structure. For Ude, it had been the release that the Faith brought. They had worked through it, mostly, but sometimes Vila still wondered how the hell they were related. She was still the most tempestuous of the three, and though she was doing miles better than she once was, she was still not healed to the same level. She was hoping this visit might help-seeing just how much Bajor had rebuilt was definitely buoying.

"Hmm," the human replied not really sure he understood her explanation. In the short interaction Frasier had taken a dislike to the brother with his undertone of arrogance, attempted control over his sibling and judgemental gaze. He wondered how much Ude had buried himself in his faith in the hopes to repent for his own bloody history.

Ude returned then, and slid into the chair next to Vila.

Vila smiled tightly. "Anyway. We were just seeing the Orbs, then I think we'll head back up to the Station unless you want to stay. If Mother is back on Sol, we should try again next time," she said.

Ude nodded. "I understand..." he said. "Yeah, mom's on Sol and I am not sure when she's coming back. She's been spending more and more time there...with the kids and all..." He saw Vila's face and then backtracked. Sometimes he forgot that it was still a sore spot with her, understandably. "I am sure she just forgot, Vila. She's been forgetting more and more."

Vila nodded. "I hope she's ok. Please make her see a doctor soon. I DO worry, even though I don't always show it," she said. Vila was definitely more like her father, and that had always been tough for their mother after her father's death. "Does that sound ok, Frasier? We can explore more of Bajor tomorrow before we leave," she said. She turned back to her brother. "We're headed off for the Gamma Quadrant. Might be fun," she said.

"It sounds dangerous." Vila nodded.

"It is. But don't worry. I haven't died yet, right?" Finally, Ude laughed.

"That's right. But still. You're my little sister. We only have one. Be careful. Take care of her, ok?" He said, to Frasier.

Frasier nodded: "Always."

It was weirdly quiet for a bit as the three sat there quietly, eating and staring. Finally, Ude stood. "Well, this has been sufficiently awkward. I will leave you two alone. If you decide to stay, give me a call and I can open up the house," he said. "Otherwise, I'll see you tomorrow. I am coming up to the Station to see a friend." Vila nodded, but felt a bit of relief.

"Thank you, Ude. It was good to see you. I'd like to see you by myself tomorrow if you can. If *I* can," she said. She had no idea what Command would ask of her the next day. "But we'll talk!"

Ude kissed her cheek as he wandered off, into the centre of the Market.

"Want to go back?" She asked Frasier. "Maybe we can see if a Holomovie is available," she said. Suddenly, shopping seemed like not a fun thing anymore. "Or whatever. I am technically still staying on the Ship until tomorrow evening, and then I'll move to guests quarters, so. We might as well make use of it while we can," she said.

"Sure," the Doctor nodded feeling a little numb at the speed of things that were happening around them. Strange, that only yesterday he was bracing himself for meeting Vila's family and prying into their family home. Now on the verge of her being suddenly reassigned their entire relationship was under threat if Starfleet put up blockers regarding personnel she could select for her new Command.

"It's not as spacious but you're welcome to stay with me if you want, until, well you know." he said already dreading the void she'd leave behind should they be parted.

Vila smiled. "Yeah, I'd like that," she said. The space wasn't the issue. The change was. "I am sorry that things didn't work out with my family. My mother is still very traumatized-she deals with it by ignoring it," Vila explained. "Which, admittedly, may have been the healthier choice, really." She shrugged, and then stood up. "And give Ude a chance. He cares, he just...we're just very different people. He doesn't quite understand why I do this, given my feelings about Starfleet and their response to our cries for help, but...I don't know if he needs to understand," she said. It had taken her years to have that realization-that she didn't need to live her life for OTHER people, just herself. "There's a transporter at the other end of the market," she said, pulling him along.

"I'm sure they'll be another time," Frasier replied taking a hurried step to walk more comfortably beside her but the bustle of the market jostled them as Villa led them through.

Vila nodded. "Yes," she said. She was feeling slightly better now. "So we've had enough food for now. Anything you want to do on the Station?" She asked him.

Interlocking his fingers with hers Frasier gave her a lopsided grin. "Aside from enjoying your company, preferably uninterrupted and undisturbed I'm open to suggestions."

Vila smiled. "Quarters," she said. "Let's watch a holomovie and just relax," she said. She could really use a night of doing NOTHING.

"Sounds good," he returned her smile determined to enjoy their time together as long he could before duty came calling.

 

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