I keep telling myself that, as I make my way from my quarters to the other end of the station, where he is staying.

"What's wrong with me? I can't believe I'm doing this. "

But I am.

I try to stop, but it is as if my body has a will of its own. It just keeps going.

I'm in the hallway by his room.

"Last chance to turn around."

But I don't.

Instead I reach out and punch the doorchime. In the few seconds that pass as I wait, I finally regret what I'm doing.

But to late.

The door slides open and there he is. The usual smug smile. The usual piercing eyes. The usual overwhelming attraction.

"Major. You came."

He grins at me, and I make a vow to myself: I'll make him loose that bloody smirk before I leave. From exhaustion if that's what it takes.

"Shut up, Dukat, and let me in."

I enter.