Tears of Time

By: Shri_tal

Word Count so far: ~700

Pairing: Garak/Bashir

No warnings as far as yet. Unless Nudity is a warning.

Words of warning: My first G/B and Star Trek fanfiction ever. So apologies for any snafus. Do let me know concrit...please please please about how well Garak is coming across.





CHAPTER 1

 

“Nosy Federation poking its nose into our business,” a female voice hissed.

 

Julian blinked rapidly. His head felt like a herd of Algorian mammoths had stampeded across it. He squinted at the brightness above him and tried in futility to move his arms.

 

“Where am I?” he tugged at his arms again, feeling metal chafe the soft skin of his wrists a little.

 

“The human is awake,” a low voice hissed to his right.

 

“Who's there?” Julian called, squinting in the direction of the voice.

 

“Strip him.” a female voice hissed to his left.

 

Julian tried to squirm away as a knife flashed above him. The flat of the blade slid along his throat, cutting into the teal undershirt. Hands soft as the finest treated calf leather slid along his throat, tearing his shirt and grazing his smooth chest.

 

“I don't want him damaged in any way,” a third voice said.

 

The voice was familiar, but Julian was too distracted to ponder it.

 

Julian flinched and cried out, pulling his hips back as he felt his trousers being carefully cut off.

 

“What are you doing? I'm a citizen of the Federation. This is not legal!”

 

“Human males are so repulsive,” the female voice said, backing away. “No scales. No ridges, and no way to retract their genitals to protect them. They must really enjoy pain.”

 

The sound of running water filled the air for a few moments.

 

“How did he get so deep into Cardassian Space?” the male voice asked.

 

“If you two would stop questioning each other and begin the interogation, answers might come with greater celerity.” a third voice joined in from somewhere above.

 

Julian lifted his head, breathing out a sigh of relief as he recognized Garak's voice. Squinting toward it, he could see a shadow standing in the doorway.

 

“Garak. Thank God.”

 

The man in the doorway turned abruptly, looking him over.

 

“How did you know my name?”

 

“Maybe he is with Section Thirty-One, the pseudo-intelligence service of the Federation.”

 

“I hardly think that is likely, Entek.” Garak said, descending into the room where Julian was with serpentine grace.

 

“Garak, what is going on?”

 

“Shut up, Human.”

 

CLAP.

 

Julian's eyes watered as his head snapped to the side. His cheek burned, and he could feel the beginnings of a bruise.

 

“What did I say about hurting him? I will question the human alone,” Garak said, pointing a disruptor at Entek and motioning that they were to leave.

 

Entek glared at Garak as he left the room.

 

The door slid shut with a hiss, and Garak reached into a pocket of his steely gray trousers. He removed a small controller upon which he pressed several buttons. The sound of a magnetic lock clicking on the door startled Julian.

 

“Garak, what's going on? Untie me,” Julian said, closing his eyes against the brightness.

 

“You seem to have an advantage. Tell me. How do you know me?”

 

“Garak, this is ridiculous. Are we in a holosuite? Is this some kind of practical joke?”

 

“I am not here to answer your questions, Doctor Bashir, isn't it? You were apprehended trespassing in Cardassian Space. Your vessel has been confiscated.”

 

Garak moved the light so it was not shining so directly in Julian's face and sat down next to him.

 

He looked the man over. A light sheen of sweat made the golden skin glisten. His neck was certainly long enough to be attractive. Garak reached out a hand and touched the neck and face of the human.

 

“Garak, untie me and give me some clothes." Julian said, flinching away from the hand that was stroking the pulse of his carotid arteries. He stopped trying to pull away as the hand tightened minutely. "We've had lunch together once a week for seven years. We became friends while working to capture that Kon'Ma terrorist Tanna Los after talking to the Klingons, remember? You wanted me to buy a suit. It was around Stardate 46421.5.”

 

Garak laughed then, throwing his head back.





“You're a terrible liar, Doctor. The art of deception is in making a story believable, and I certainly don't believe any of that. The fact that the current stardate is 43271.2 might have something to do with your lack of credibility. But you amuse me just the same.”

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By the Way...Yes, I do Roman Numerals. Sorry. But I like them better.



Well. That was Chapter I. Do let me know what you think