Pairing: Prophet/Joseph Sisko
Disclaimer: Not mine. The title is from Yeats. You'll find the poem in the
Author's note: Mind messing on a grand scale. Not exactly reflecting my
views, but I couldn't resist. Also the tiniest crossover, though I hope it
works without recognising the later as well.
Sex is not linear. It is the closest these physical creatures get to non-
linearity. Being melded to the woman Sarah, it feels everything. Peppery
taste of sweat, salty taste of tears; before/after, again and again,
because the Sisko has to be born. He will be born. Has been born, has come,
will come. Joy/Grief. The woman screaming inside. She does not want to be
united to the man Joseph. She does not want a child.
Whyareyoudoingthistome? Because, it answers, I have always done it. I will
do it. It needs to be done. You do not understand. You are linear.
But there is a danger in possessing a linear being. They reach back and
leave traces of themselves, making it harder to see everything. Already, in
this moment, feeling the man Joseph's body slacken while his hands keep
stroking Sarah's hair (its hair, but there is no I; they were/are/will be/
must always be), it can sense it; the Sisko, still corporeal, still
confined in his lack of understanding, reaching out to it/Sarah/mother.
Grief/loss for the Sisko. Grieving for what has happened/must happen/will
happen to him. It is illogical. It starts here.
There have been others. Joseph whispers "I love you, Sarah", and briefly it
hears the other names. (I love you, Mirjam. I love you, Cordelia. I love
you, Jasmine.) But this time, it will not fail. The son will be faithful,
and true, and will not falter, and he will complete his purpose. Again, he
will go through death and rebirth, but that is what always
happened/happens/will happen, and it has gone/goes/will go through the same
process. At this moment, with Sarah moving in Joseph's arms, wrapping her
legs around him, urging him to another copulation, it can feel Sarah dying,
and it promises itself it will be with her then, as always; the price which
has to be paid for any contribution to linearity, for any use of the
It can hear/feel Sarah's heartbeat. This is what the Sisko hears/will
hear/has heard when he confronts/will confront/has confronted his destiny.
It starts now.
Sex is not linear.
Suddenly I saw the cold and rook-delighting heaven
That seemed as though ice burned and was but the more ice,
And thereupon imagination and heart were driven
So wild that every casual thought of that and this
Vanished, and left but memories, that should be out of season
With the hot blood of youth, of love crossed long ago;
And I took all the blame out of all sense and reason,
Until I cried and trembled and rocked to and fro,
Riddled with light. Ah! when the ghost begins to quicken,
Confusion of the death-bed over, is it sent
Out naked on the roads, as the books say, and stricken
By the injustice of the skies for punishment?
(W.B. Yeats, "The Cold