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Star Trek › Deep Space 9
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
2,973
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Chapter 5
"That was a dirty trick you pulled on Julian," Kira said quietly to Garak, as she, Dax, Miles, and Garak silently watched over Julian's prone body as he lay encased in the medical bed.
"I know," he answered. "But it worked."
"It was still a dirty trick," Miles said, his accent thick, as it always was when he was upset. "An if he e're wakes up, he's goin' ta' wake up thinkin' there's a chance for the two o' you."
"There isn't a chance though, is there, Garak?" Dax asked, and narrowed her eyes at him.
"I'm going to say this once, and then the subject of our relationship is to never be mentioned again, as it is no one's business but ours," Garak said seriously, and he looked up at them. "Doctor Bashir knows more about me than anyone ever will, and despite that, the foolish young man still chooses to love me. If any of you were faced with such unconditional love, what would you do?"
"That doesn't answer the question," Miles frowned, but Dax placed her hand gently on his arm, and shook her head.
"Actually," she said. "It does. Come on now, Kira, Miles. Our duty shift starts in five," she looked down at Garak, and placed a hand on his shoulder. "When he wakes up, if he does while we're working, could you call Ops and let us know?"
"Of course, Lieutenant," he answered, and she, Kira, and Miles left the infirmary.
Garak looked down at the face that he had seen in every conceivable expression, including the pale mask of near death, and shivered inwardly. That was the last expression he had ever wanted to see on Julian's face, and if he had to tell the truth, the fear of losing Julian had brought him to the one undeniable conclusion that he couldn't lose the young human.
Not now.
Not then.
Not ever.
He leaned over the still comatose figure and stroked his hair back. "I answered them, my dear Julian," he whispered. "And now you have to come back to me. I think we need to renegotiate the terms of our sleeping arrangements. I find it rather insulting that only one person in this whole affair gets to know the idiotic bliss of being in love.
“So, you'd better wake soon my dearest Julian, and show me how to love you as much as you do me."
He sat back and watched as Julian's beautiful, brown velvet eyes opened, and focused on his face. “Do . . ." Julian licked his lips, and swallowed. "Do you mean that, Garak?"
"Every word, my dear doctor," Garak kissed the man's lips, and Julian's bright, though tired smile warmed Garak's heart and settled his suddenly nervous stomach. "Every," he kissed Julian's lips. "Last," he kissed them again. "Word," he kissed them a final time, and Julian's eyes drooped wearily.
"I love you, Garak," He said, and drifted off to sleep, both of them assured that there would be no more nightmares for either of them for a long time to come.
The End
"I know," he answered. "But it worked."
"It was still a dirty trick," Miles said, his accent thick, as it always was when he was upset. "An if he e're wakes up, he's goin' ta' wake up thinkin' there's a chance for the two o' you."
"There isn't a chance though, is there, Garak?" Dax asked, and narrowed her eyes at him.
"I'm going to say this once, and then the subject of our relationship is to never be mentioned again, as it is no one's business but ours," Garak said seriously, and he looked up at them. "Doctor Bashir knows more about me than anyone ever will, and despite that, the foolish young man still chooses to love me. If any of you were faced with such unconditional love, what would you do?"
"That doesn't answer the question," Miles frowned, but Dax placed her hand gently on his arm, and shook her head.
"Actually," she said. "It does. Come on now, Kira, Miles. Our duty shift starts in five," she looked down at Garak, and placed a hand on his shoulder. "When he wakes up, if he does while we're working, could you call Ops and let us know?"
"Of course, Lieutenant," he answered, and she, Kira, and Miles left the infirmary.
Garak looked down at the face that he had seen in every conceivable expression, including the pale mask of near death, and shivered inwardly. That was the last expression he had ever wanted to see on Julian's face, and if he had to tell the truth, the fear of losing Julian had brought him to the one undeniable conclusion that he couldn't lose the young human.
Not now.
Not then.
Not ever.
He leaned over the still comatose figure and stroked his hair back. "I answered them, my dear Julian," he whispered. "And now you have to come back to me. I think we need to renegotiate the terms of our sleeping arrangements. I find it rather insulting that only one person in this whole affair gets to know the idiotic bliss of being in love.
“So, you'd better wake soon my dearest Julian, and show me how to love you as much as you do me."
He sat back and watched as Julian's beautiful, brown velvet eyes opened, and focused on his face. “Do . . ." Julian licked his lips, and swallowed. "Do you mean that, Garak?"
"Every word, my dear doctor," Garak kissed the man's lips, and Julian's bright, though tired smile warmed Garak's heart and settled his suddenly nervous stomach. "Every," he kissed Julian's lips. "Last," he kissed them again. "Word," he kissed them a final time, and Julian's eyes drooped wearily.
"I love you, Garak," He said, and drifted off to sleep, both of them assured that there would be no more nightmares for either of them for a long time to come.
The End