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Medical Log, supplemental.

Major Kira and I
are returning home

after opening the hospital
on New Bajor,

the first Bajoran colony
in the Gamma Quadrant.

Oh...

could you take it for a while?

Sure.

Do you mind
if I listen to some music?

Actually, I do. I was hoping
to meditate for a few minutes.

Of course.

I didn't know you meditate.

Every day.

I had the opportunity
of studying meditation

with Isam Helewa
when I was at college.

A remarkable fellow.

He sort of took
me under his wing.

I can't tell you how much
I learned from him.

The man was a master
at rhythmic breathing.

You'll have to give me
a few tips sometime.

Gladly.

Oh, and I'd be more
than interested

in learning any Bajoran
meditation techniques

you might like to show me.

We usually just like to sit...

quietly.

What are you doing?

Bellows breath --

it's a series of quick intakes,

followed by one long intake
of air through the nose.

Hold... release.

Increases the energy flow.

It's quite simple.

- Let me show you.
- How about some music?

Ah. What's your pleasure?

I'm afraid my musical knowledge
is limited to Bajoran composers.

Computer, play us a little
something by Tor Jolan.

You know Tor's work?

Oh, I've made it
a point to listen

to Bajoran music
ever since I arrived.

Really?

Tor strikes me as the best
of the lot, really.

Well, slightly derivative of the great
Boldaric masters of the last century,

but pleasantly diverting.

Hmm, this is nice.

I'm glad we're
finally doing this.

What?

Talking to one another.

Finding common interests.

Burying the hatchet.

Hatchet?

A human expression.

It means that we're finally
putting past conflicts behind us.

Making way for brand-new ones.

Right.

You know, Nerys...
May I call you Nerys?

Sure.

Even when we weren't
getting along,

I've always felt you were

one of the most interesting
women I've ever met.

I'm very serious.

Thank you, Doctor.

Julian.

Go on, say it.

Julian.

Julian.

It was hard for Chief O'Brien,
as well, at first.

We had our problems, too,
but now we're like this.

One minute to the wormhole.
Stand by to drop to impulse.

Would you like
to have dinner sometime?

I, uh, I think you'd
better stick with Dax.

I'm sorry?

Oh!

You thought
that I was trying to...

- No, no...
- My, my mistake.

But if I thought...

- Forget it!
- Right.

Take us out of warp.

What's wrong?

The warp field's
not fully collapsed.

I'm showing
a plasma injector leak.

Injector controllers are locked.
I'm trying to compensate.

Injectors opening,
velocity falling.

What was that?

Initiating emergency
stabilization control.

Are you all right?

A little dizzy.

Yeah, me, too.

I guess we're lucky
to be in one piece.

Oh, we'd better get
Mr. O'Brien to take a...

What the hell?

Where's the station?

What happened to the station?

I have it on long-range sensors.
It's...

orbiting Bajor?

Major...

vessel approaching on an
intercept course, dead ahead.

What is this?

I'm... sorry, ma'am.

We were not informed
you'd left the station.

Who are you?

We were on standard patrol

when your vessel seemed
to appear out of nowhere.

If you will allow us to withdraw, we
will escort you back to the station.

I was as close to her
as I am to you.

She cannot be an impostor.

But she is.

What is going on here?

Garak!

Yes, my name is Garak.

The question is...

who...

are you?

This... may sound
like an odd question,

but... could you tell us
where we are?

This is the Terok Nor station.

The center of authority
for the Bajoran Sector.

"Center of authority."

Whose authority?

The Alliance, of course.

Something is very wrong here.

I think we took a wrong turn
in the wormhole.

Wormhole?

The wormhole to the Gamma...

It's very difficult to explain.

I think it would be best if we
just got back to our ship and...

No!

I don't think so.

Now, wait a minute.

Don't take that tone
with us, Terran.

Terran?

If you are who I
suspect you are,

I'm afraid I can't run the risk
of letting you go.

Take that one below.
Put him to work.

Tell the supervisor
to keep an eye on him.

He won't know the rules.

Move, Terrans! Move!

Intendant!

What is it you need, Telok?

This Terran was caught
trying to stow away

on one of the freighters
leaving the station.

What is your designation?

0413-Theta.

Theta.

Yes, ma'am.

You worked so hard
to earn your Theta designation,

to earn our trust.

Why do you throw
it away like this?

Reassign him to Lambda.
Send him to the mines.

The mines?
But he should die for this.

We should make
an example of him.

You have made a career
out of setting examples, Garak.

I think you enjoy it too much.

He could never have gotten on
board that ship without help.

This is the third
incident in a month.

At least, allow me
to interrogate him.

Fine.
Interrogate him.

But if he dies
under your interrogation,

I will make you my example.

Is that clear?

Very, Intendant.

I'm telling you.

If you don't upgrade the
thorium containment cells,

there's going to be an accident,
and I'm not going

to be responsible
for the consequences.

Another worker for you --

a Terran who doesn't know
the rules.

Well!

We'll see to it
that he learns them.

What's your designation?

Bashir, Julian.

Is that a joke?

I don't know.
Is it?

No jokes.

That's my Rule
of Obedience Number 14.

Now, what's your designation?

I don't have a designation.

I don't have a designation, sir.

Another Rule of Obedience?

I don't have a designation,

sir.

I don't have a designation, sir.

Now, why is that?

I don't know.

And frankly, I don't even know
what I'm doing here.

You're here to process ore.

Have you ever done that before?

No, I haven't.

Have you ever worked
in the mines?

No.

Then what have you done?

I've been practicing medicine.

Did you forget Rule of Obedience

Number 14?

It's not a joke.

I am a doctor.

Well, Doctor,

don't forget to scrub
before you operate.

Oh, sit down.

You are me, aren't you?

I am Kira Nerys.

That makes two of us.

Where you come from

things are very much
like this, aren't they?

There's a station,
a Bajor, Cardassians,

Terrans, Klingons.

The players are all the same,

but... everyone seems to be
playing different parts.

You didn't seem
to recognize the Alliance.

No.

Perhaps you'd recognize
the name Kirk.

No, I'm sorry, I don't.

Interesting.

On my side, Kirk is one of the
most famous names in our history.

Almost a century ago,

a Terran starship captain
named James Kirk

accidentally exchanged places

with his counterpart
from your side

due to a transporter accident.

Our Terrans were
barbarians then,

but their empire was strong.

While your Kirk
was on this side,

he met a Vulcan named Spock

and somehow had
a profound influence on him.

Afterwards, Spock rose
to Commander in Chief

of the Empire by preaching
reforms, disarmament, peace.

It was quite a remarkable
turnabout for his people.

Unfortunately for them,

when Spock had completed
all his reforms,

his Empire was no longer
in any position

to defend itself against us.

Us?

The Alliance,
the historic coming-together

of the Klingons
and the Cardassians.

And Bajor is a part
of this Alliance?

We'd been under Terran
occupation for decades.

When we were freed, we petitioned
for entry and were accepted.

We have become quite
an influential power

within the Alliance.

Is it similar at
all on your side?

No.

My Bajor is not so fortunate.

I'd be very interested
to hear more about it.

I can't stay here.

You must see that.

Well, you see,
that's part of the problem.

I don't know
how to send you back.

But more than that...

there's a...

a certain protocol
I'm supposed to follow.

I'm not sure what you mean.

After the first crossover,

we were afraid others might come
to interfere in our affairs.

It was decided then
that if it ever happened again,

we would promptly dispose of
anyone who appeared from your side.

I see.

Unlike my First Officer,
Mr. Garak,

I have no taste for violence.

I regret using it,
even when it seems necessary.

I know exactly what you mean.

You do, don't you?

I know you
don't want to kill me,

and you're searching
for a good reason not to.

Got any ideas?

My side needs what you have --
a strong Bajor.

If you knew the struggles we've
been through to rebuild our world...

Who's to say you won't
influence us this time?

Me?

My side once changed
the course of your history.

Well, maybe this time,
your side can change mine.

Maybe you can teach me
what I need to know

to become the leader
of Bajor, as you have.

That appeals to me.

If I can find a way back.

But... I will have
to kill your friend.

No, don't.

If you knew him...

He's an arrogant Terran who's
lived a privileged life on my side.

Let him see how
the other half lives.

No, it's too dangerous.

The Cardassians and the Klingons
would never allow it.

Are you the leader
of this sector or not?

Oh!

You know how to manipulate me.

I know how I'd feel
in your place.

I wouldn't give a damn what the
Cardassians or the Klingons thought.

You're right.

I don't.

Find this...

attractive young woman
some quarters.

Kira Nerys,

I'll call for you later.

The Intendant informed me
you'd be inspecting the facilities.

If there's anything
I can explain...

No. I've worked
in ore processing, myself.

Is my Terran friend
behaving himself?

They all behave themselves
when I'm in charge.

Good.

Good. If you don't mind,
I'll speak with him.

Huh?

Are you all right?

Learning a new trade.

Do you have any idea
what happened?

Have you ever heard of a
Starfleet Captain named James Kirk?

Kirk?!

Oh, of course --
the transporter accident.

Read about it at the Academy.
So, that's where we are.

That's where we are.

- Is there another me here?
- Not on this station.

I haven't found Dax or Sisko.

O'Brien's been tinkering around
with the machines.

Major, if Kirk got here
by transporter,

do you think we could
get back the same way?

I don't know anything
about transporters. Do you?

Well, no one knows more about
transporters than Chief O'Brien.

Well, our Chief O'Brien.
Who knows about theirs?

It's worth a shot.

Talk to him.

I'll try to see if I can find anyone
else who might be willing to help.

Yeah.

You certainly are the
spitting image of the Intendant...

just as they said.

Hello, Quark.

You know my name.

Quark runs a bar
on my side, too.

Really?

I hope I'm doing
decent business.

Got to be better than here.

The Alliance taxes
are killing me.

What can I get you?

The Intendant likes a hot
jumja tea this time of day.

Well, I'm not her,

but that does sound good.

Coming up.

So, uh, are we close friends
on your side?

Yeah, as a matter
of fact, we are.

On my side, Quark does
me a lot of favors.

Favors?

The Quark I know...

well, he just has the ability

to get things done
when no one else can.

You know what I mean?

Sometimes he even
gets things done

behind the backs of
the security people.

What kind of favors
do you ask him for?

Oh, all sorts of favors, like...

getting me things I need...

Such as?

Well, for instance, a
transporter for a few hours.

Didn't I hear somewhere

that a transporter was involved
in the first crossover?

That's right.

Do you have a way back
to your side, Major?

Under the right circumstances,

I might be willing to help you
get access to a transporter.

Look, Quark.

I don't have a strip of
gold-pressed latinum,

so don't even think about it.

Gold-pressed what?

What is it you want?

The ability to send
others across to your side.

Others? What others?

That's not important.

Look, I can't open
a revolving door to...

Quark!

Mr. Garak!

What can I get you today?

Drinks are always on the house
for you.

You must come with us.

Is there a problem?

Yes, a slight problem.

You've been helping Terrans
escape from the station.

Me? I'm a simple barkeep
and a coward.

I assure you, I don't stick
my neck out for anyone.

That's not what the Terran
we caught this morning

told us during
his interrogation.

This is all a misunderstanding.

Hmm...

I assure you...

I shall miss him.
He always let me win at dabo.

- Bartender!
- He's just been arrested.

Arrested?

What a damned shame.

Who wants a drink on the house?

Here, I do!

Two!

Just give me the bottle.

Don't be stingy!

Here.

Miles O'Brien.

I know you, on my side.

Yeah?

Actually, we're best friends.

You and me?

That's right.

What am I --
some kind of doctor, too?

No, you're Chief of Operations
of this station.

Me? Go on.

It's true.

Chief of Operations.

Looks like you know your way
around machines.

Well, I know some things.

What else is he like,
this Chief of Operations?

Ah, he's married.

He has a five-year-old daughter.

He's one of the most
decent men I know.

We fought our way
out of a few scrapes together.

I admire him a great deal.

Sounds like he got the lucky
draw between me and him.

Have you ever done much
work on transporters?

Me?

Yeah, some. Why?

Well, the Chief O'Brien I know is
an expert in transporter technology.

I wouldn't call myself
an expert,

but I know as much
as any Terran.

I hope that'll be enough.

Enough for what?

We think that a transporter
will help us get back to our side.

What?

You're filling me up
with this stuff

just to get me to help you,
is that it?

No, everything
I've told you is the truth.

I don't know you.

I'm not your friend.

I'm not your friend!

Meal break is over.

You're wanted in the bar.

Look, if I don't finish here...

You're wanted in
the bar by Mr. Sisko.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Yes.

Look at this.

Do you believe it?

She called me all the way from
the Fowla system to see you.

Not only do you look like her,

you have the same temper.

You and your friends don't seem

like the other Terrans
I've seen here.

The Intendant honors me
with a ship and a crew.

I honor her by
collecting duties --

of a sort --

from vessels
that pass in this direction.

And why do you deserve
this special treatment?

I suppose because I amuse her,

and she's not easily amused.

And it seems that
you amuse her, too.

You wanted to see me, Mr. Sisko.

Hello, Smiley.

How are you?

It's Miles, Mr. Sisko.

I don't like "Miles."

That's why I named you Smiley.

Are they treating
you okay, Smiley?

Just fine.

What do you need?

You don't like me,
do you, Smiley?

Not really, Mr. Sisko.

Ah, and you're not afraid
to show it, are you?

I suppose that's why
I like you so much.

My impulse driver coil
isn't operational.

Take care of it.

I've got a serious problem

in ore processing
that's got to be fixed...

I don't care what's going on
in ore processing.

Fix my engine.

Hmm?

Kira to Sisko.

Go ahead.

I'd like to discuss
your recent mission.

Would you please report
to my quarters?

There she is.

Have you met my friend
Benjamin Sisko, my dear?

Tell us --

is there another one
of him on your side?

Yes, there is.

Is he as loyal and true as mine?

He's a good man.

Oh, I'm sorry he didn't
come with you.

Wouldn't that have been
something, Benjamin?

Two of you by my side.

I need to check my ship.

Benjamin!

Did I hurt your feelings?

I never had any
to hurt, Intendant.

Now, what is this I hear
about you wanting a transporter?

Quark mentioned something
about it during his interrogation.

I did ask him about
a transporter, that's true.

But why?

Well, you know I'm looking
for a way back.

A transporter was responsible
for the first crossover.

And if you had come to me,
I would have told you

all transporters
were redesigned afterwards

to make sure the same thing
would never happen again.

It won't work.

So... why didn't you come to me?

You're very busy.

You don't trust me.

I'm... a little
afraid of you.

Then you fear yourself.

I don't want your fear.

I want your love.

If you can't love me, who can?

Don't be in such a hurry to go.

I'm glad you're here.

There is so much we can
learn from one another.

Intendant,
Garak is here with the prisoner.

Send him in.

He's made a full confession

and implicated two others,
who have been arrested.

Quark.

I have always liked
you, you know that.

I have nothing but respect
for you, Intendant.

I'm so sorry.

You did it because you
felt sorry for these Terrans.

You hate to see them suffer
just as I do.

Yes, Intendant.

But where would we
be without them?

Who would perform the
labor for the Alliance?

A quick death.

Don't make him suffer anymore.

No, Intendant, please.

I made a mistake.
Have mercy!

No, please!

I've planned a party
for us tonight.

What shall we wear?

Lovely.

I do admire
a well-tailored gown.

What are you doing
in my quarters, Garak?

She'll never let you leave,
you know.

Can't you tell?

She's in love.

What are you talking about?

In love with you, my dear.

She's all atwitter about you.

Can't talk about anyone else.

You're the perfect gift
for the girl who has everything.

She's taken you into her heart

like a Drathan puppy lig
left on her doorstep.

Who else could she share
her deepest secrets with,

tell her troubles to,
trust with her life?

All you have to do is take
a look at the guard outside

to see how much she trusts me.

I arranged the guard.

Oh, she trusts you.

As much as she trusts anyone.

So, who better to betray her?

You're taking quite a risk
coming to me like this.

True career advancement
requires risk.

Consider my offer carefully,
my dear.

She'll never let you go.

I will.

If you want to leave,
you'll assist me.

How?

By taking her place.

What?

Tomorrow morning,
she will be gone.

Gone?

She will be gone.

Please, don't make me use
some foolish euphemism.

You will assume her place
as Intendant and announce

that your counterpart
from the other side

has returned
to wherever she came from.

In a few weeks,
you will step down

to embark on a spiritual journey

to explore your pagh
or whatever.

And I will take your place
as Intendant.

- What about my friend?
- The good Doctor.

Yes, he'll be taken off
the station

and treated
to as much hospitality

as we Cardassians can offer
until you resign.

And then you can be
happily reunited.

Oh, I've made arrangements
with his supervisor

that, if you should decide
to decline my offer,

tomorrow, it will be
your Doctor friend

who will be gone.

We've got to get out
of here tonight.

Why? What's happened?

I don't have time to explain.

Just watch your back.
You're in danger.

Why my back?
What kind of danger?

We've got to find a way
back to the runabout.

And then where do we go?

The Alliance controls
the entire Quadrant.

There's still a wormhole out there
they don't know anything about.

Now, I'm not sure whether
it'll get us back or not.

All I know is,
we can't stay here any longer.

How are we supposed to get
past their security?

I'm trying to find some help.

I've heard Quark has helped
some Terrans escape.

No, it's too late for Quark.
Stay alert.

If our chance comes,
there won't be much warning.

Sisko.

Tell her I'm busy.

I have something
important to tell you.

I'm listening.

I have valuable information,

and I want something
in exchange.

You've gone into business
for yourself, have you?

All I want is to get
off this station.

I want my runabout back.

And you expect me to help you?

She'll have my head.

Or something else.

Not if you save her life.

Her life?

Garak is planning
to kill her -- tonight.

That's it?

That's the valuable information?

Garak has been trying to kill
her since the day he got here.

He wants me to take her place.

Well, now...

that's more creative
than he usually gets.

I wouldn't worry about it.

What kind of a man are you?

You're disturbing my nap.

The Benjamin Sisko I know
would never sell his soul

and allow himself to become
part of this tyranny

against his own people.

Terrans don't have souls.

We don't believe in them.

Well, what do
Terrans believe in?

Raising their children to dig ore
out of the mines for the Alliance?

I worked in the mines, too,
till I was old enough

to start fighting
for my freedom.

What do you care
about Terrans' freedom?

I care about freedom.

What I don't understand
is why you don't care.

Why the only one on
this station I have met

who seemed to give a damn was
a Ferengi toad named Quark.

You're looking in the wrong
place for a hero, ma'am.

I've made the best
of a bad life for my crew.

That's my contribution.

Yes, you charmed your
way out of the mines,

but you and I both know

you're no less a victim
than anyone else here.

My dear...

how breathtaking
you look tonight.

I do hope you'll save a
dance for me later this evening.

After four
years as a personal guard

for the House of Duras,

I was ready to do anything
to get out of there.

You never knew if Lursa
and B'Etor were going to be...

Clumsy fool!

Stupid Terran pig.

What's wrong, Terran?

Lost your nerve?

Afraid to die today, eh?

Get out of my sight.

The Intendant!

Intendant, you look lovely.

Intendant,
what is your pleasure?

Play something bright.

I'm in a happy mood.

You're not accustomed
to this workload,

are you, Doctor?

You have much to learn.

It's a shame this is going to be
your last night on the job.

Engineering, we have
a thorium leak down here!

Release the security locks!

Establish security fields

on all the levels
above and below.

Station guards
at all turbolifts.

Okay, over here.

This way!

He must have gone
below the deck...

You three in back, come with me.

O'Brien.

You've got to help me.

I don't see you.

You're not here.

I'm just trying to seal
this thorium leak.

Look, I don't know my way around
these conduits, but you do.

My O'Brien does.

Uh-uh.

Just tell me where
the runabout pads are.

I know you, Miles O'Brien.

Somewhere inside of you,
there is a shred of decency.

- There has to be.
- I am a decent man.

I just... I just...

You don't understand.

I can't help you.
I can't.

They'll kill me.

You're already dead.

I'm sorry you don't see that.

The life inside
every human being here --

every Terran --
died a long time ago.

That's not the right way.

Just tell me one thing.

Is there room
on your ship for me?

You want us to take you with us?

I have no reason to stay here.

Starfleet would probably have
a big problem with that.

To hell with them.
Let's go.

Stop right there!

Intendant.

The new Terran killed
the shape-shifter,

and O'Brien tried
to help him escape.

This is my fault
for listening to you.

For keeping him alive
in the first place.

I know very little
about where you come from,

but, from what I've heard,

I think your kind
has a lot to learn.

We've got a lot to learn?

What a laugh.

Quiet!

On this side,
Terran workers do not speak

to their superiors as you do.

They certainly
do not murder them.

He was the only one
of his kind...

the man you killed.
Do you realize that?

He is irreplaceable.

No one ran that operation
as efficiently as he did.

No one kept order
among the workers as he did.

This is my reward...

for treating you Terrans
with the least bit of respect.

Very well.

I can learn from my mistakes.

You want to set
an example, Garak.

Use him.

Set an example for all Terrans.

Let him die

slowly, in public view
on the Promenade.

Let his pleas for mercy
echo through the corridors

for all Terrans to hear.

Intendant...

Another word from you, and
you will die right beside him.

And you...

O'Brien...

you tinkerer and putterer

and fixer of broken things,

you've been
the perfect theta for years.

What could possibly
have gotten into you?

What were you thinking?

Do you want an answer,
Intendant?

Yes.

This man...

this man is a doctor
where he comes from,

and there's an O'Brien there,
just like me,

except he's some kind
of high-up Chief of Operations.

They're Terrans.

Can you believe that?

Maybe it's a fairy tale
he made up,

but it started me thinking

how... how each of us
might have turned out

if history had been
just a little different.

I wanted him
to take me with him,

because, whatever it's like
where he's from,

it's got to be better than this.

There's got to be something
better than this.

Not for you, Mr. O'Brien.

Oh, he's going to be
taking you with him...

just not exactly where you
thought he would be taking you.

No, I don't think so.

Have you lost your mind?

No.

I didn't lose it.

I just... changed it.

Go, go!

She's never going
to let you get away.

She'll track you down
no matter how long it takes.

You may want to consider
following us back to our side.

I've got the feeling I might
not fit in very well over there.

We'll stay one step
ahead of the law.

Don't worry about us.

Maybe we can stir up
some things on this side.

You're still welcome
to come with us.

I might have something
to stay for now.

If you have room on your
ship for me, Mr. Sisko.

I can always use
a good tinkerer and putterer.

You're with me, Smiley.

Good luck.

Thank you.

Disengage the docking clamps.

Confirmed.

Firing thrusters.

Thrusters engaged.

Taking us straight to impulse.

Impulse engines on line.

45 seconds to the wormhole.

I'm still reading a plasma
injector leak from the warp core.

Yeah, I'm hoping that leak takes
us back where we came from.

I'm matching speeds and attitude
with our last time through.

Klingon cruiser approaching.

Shields are down to 60 percent.

Forty.

Ten seconds to the wormhole.

We're hit.

Hold on.

Anything?

The search vessels picked
up their warp signature traces.

There was also an
indication of a plasma leak.

- But no wreckage?
- Nothing.

Reading elevated neutrinos.

Something's coming
through the wormhole.

I can't believe it.
It's them.

Benjamin.

They're showing damage
to their deflector grids.

Put them on screen, Mr. O'Brien.

We've got ships from here to
New Bajor out looking for you.

Where have you been?

Through the looking
glass, Commander.

It's good to be back.