You and Dukat are stuck on earth, snowed in on the mountains after chasing after a changeling trying to invade Starfleet and Cardassia.

You two hate each other, you for Cardassians killing your species so you are the last alive, he for your species.

You two were in a cabin, the fire from the fire place rawring, Dukat was sat in a chair at the near by dinning table, his arms were crossed as he stared at you. Neither one of you trusted each other. And you’d be stuck together for awhile.