Star Trek Imagines (Reader-Inserts) Part Two

DS9. Weyoun - Untouchable

A/N: Heyyy look who finally wrote another fic. I know it's been like... a hundred years, and I am sorry I haven't updated in a while. I'm in my final year of my undergrad degree, so that's taken up most of my time. That, and writing original stories and just living through the pandemic lol. I hope you're all doing well! I'll be done school in about two months, then I'm taking the summer off so I will hopefully have time and inspiration then to write more. Fingers crossed!

You reached out to the forcefield that separated you from your love. "I just want to touch you. Just... feel you here with me."

Weyoun looked at you sadly. He, too, reached for the forcefield, fingers brushing against its energy for a moment. "I know, my dear, but I cannot touch you. Not without infecting you."

Tears burned in the back of your throat. "I need you, love. I miss you so much."

His own eyes glistened. You knew he hated seeing you cry. "Soon," he promised. "This'll be over soon."

You looked over your shoulder to where Doctor Bashir was lingering. "How soon?"

Julian shook his head slowly. "I don't know for sure. It could be days, could be weeks. We still haven't been able to isolate the protein of this virus. It keeps mutating just as we think we're close to a cure. I am sorry."

"It's been two months!" you snapped. You shook your head quickly and took in a deep breath. "I'm sorry, Julian. I know you're doing your best."

He offered you a slight smile. "Just hang on a little longer."

You nodded slightly and looked back to the sad Vorta sitting on a biobed, alone. It was where he'd been for the last nine weeks. After the war ended, Weyoun was offered a commission with the Bajoran government as an assistant strategical officer. He'd been on an away mission, tentatively exploring sections of the Gamma Quadrant for signs of Dominion activity, when he'd picked up a pathogen on a planet's surface. No one else had been infected, luckily, but Weyoun had come back to the station ill.

Weyoun had had mild symptoms, though Julian said those could quickly change if he didn't find a cure. Nine weeks later, Weyoun was still suffering from relatively mild symptoms—fever, chills, fatigue, and a surprising lack of appetite. Due to the virus's constant mutation, there was no way anyone could come into direct contact with him without risking infection. So Weyoun had to isolate in a containment field, just waiting for Doctor Bashir to find a cure.

"Forget about all that," Weyoun said quietly. "Tell me about your day."

You sat on the chair Julian had kept next to Weyoun's containment field for you and sighed. You began recounting parts of your day to him, trying your best to make routine tasks sound exciting.

Weyoun settled down on his biobed and watched as you spoke. A soft smile played on his lips, despite the circumstances. It had become somewhat of a routine for the two of you. When you weren't working, you spent your time in sickbay with Weyoun. You'd tell him about your day, read to him, and play games like chess and checkers—ones that you could move his pieces for him.

But it wasn't the same. None of this was the same, nor was it what it should be. You and Weyoun had just decided to move in together and had begun that new journey of your relationship. You'd also finally started to recover mentally from the war and feel at peace with life again. It was all falling into place.

For now, though, this fractured way of life would have to be enough. You held your hands in your lap, fingers twitching with the overwhelming urge to reach out to him. But he was just out of reach.

- - -

The next week, you rushed down the hallway of the promenade, earning confused stares as you went. Odo even scolded you about running on the promenade, but you just told him to bite you and kept going.

You entered sickbay, ready to see your love violently ill or, worse, dying. Julian had called you, telling you to come down to sickbay immediately. He would not tell you why, and that worried you deeply.

But as you stepped through the doors of sickbay, you saw Weyoun standing next to Julian, alive and well. And out of the forcefield.

You stopped dead in your tracks, eyes wide, and gasped.

"Hello, my love," Weyoun said softly.

You opened your mouth to speak, but shock held your tongue in place.

"I synthesized the vaccine this morning," Julian told you, smiling widely. "I wanted to make sure it worked and that there were no side effects before calling you down. But... he is completely cured."

You glanced to Julian. "He—he's cured?"

"I am." Weyoun smiled widely and reached out his hands to you as he stepped closer.

Emotions overwhelmed you. A sob caught in your throat and you ran to him. You crashed into him, holding him as close as possible. Weyoun wrapped his arms securely around your waist.

You nuzzled your face against the crook of his neck, instantly comforted by his scent.

"Thank you, Julian," you mumbled. "Thank you."

"Of course," he replied. "I'll give you two some privacy."

You and Weyoun stood there for a few minutes, neither speaking. Your arms clung to him for dear life, as if letting him go would mean another two months without him. Weyoun's hold on you was just as tight, and you knew the next little while would be an adjustment period; wanting to touch each other and be near each other at all times, as if to make up for lost time.

As you stood there, Weyoun's arms around you and your bodies pressed against one another, you felt pure and utter relief wash over you. Life was back to what it should be. You murmured an "I love you", voice muffled by Weyoun's shirt and neck.

He ran his hand up and down your back slowly. "I love you, as well, my dear Y/N."

You smiled widely. You never wanted to leave his arms, and you never wanted to be apart from him again. Perhaps moving in with one another isn't the only next step on the horizon for you two.