His Distraction (Part 23 of the Drabble Series)

Rating: GA  

Set During: Season 1 Episode 16 “If Wishes Were Horses”

            Garak had determined that there were no medical reasons to explain the anomaly of Julian waking him up earlier in the morning. He’d checked the computer to determine if there were any external anomalies that could explain the incident. No had been found. There was no evidence of foul play that he could detect. He decided that he’d have to look for answers as he went about his daily routine.

            The turbo lift doors opened to reveal the Promenade. It was covered in snow and more was coming down. Garak shivered violently. He’d never felt this cold; it might be best to return to his quarters. But, then he would never discover what was happening. He headed off at a brisk pace for his shop. Halfway there the snow suddenly vanished in much the same manner that the Doctor had previously.

            Garak stopped to look around. Odo was nearby. As much as Garak loathed the idea of asking the good constable what was going on, he walked over to him. He put on his amiable shopkeeper smile as he approach.

            “Odo, I don’t suppose you could tell me what’s going on around here? I’ve experienced some rather strange occurrences this morning.” Garak smiled politely.

            “Mr. Garak.” Odo replied with a knowing smirk. “That would explain why the snow suddenly vanished.”

            “Pardon me.” Garak found the comment obscure and irritating. “But, what is that supposed to mean?”

            Odo continued to smirk. “Just that Cardassians hate the cold.”

            Garak didn’t respond. The cold had put him into a foul mood. Still, he knew better than to rise to the constable’s bait. He’d have to curl up under the heating blanket in the back room for a few minutes before opening the shop, otherwise the he’ remain in an unproductive mood.

            “It’s just that it seems that our imaginations are running away with us. Or, I should say your imaginations are running away with you. I have no use for such a thing.” Odo watched closely as his word became clear to Garak.

            “I see.” Garak glanced at the constable. “I was just thinking ‘I wish the snow would go away,’ and it did. Just like that. I suppose this is going to be an interesting day.”

            “If by interesting you mean busy and chaotic, then yes it’s going to be an interesting day.” Odo scoffed and walked away.

            Garak was pondering this new information as he turned and headed towards his shop. He was brought up short by the sight of Doctor Bashir, Jadzia, Jadzia, and the Chief walking down the Promenade towards Jadzia’s lab. One of the Jadzia’s was hang off of the Doctor in a very promiscuous manner. 

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Well...

Wakeup Call (Part 22 of the Drabble Series)

Rating: MC

Set During: Season 1 Episode 16 “If Wishes Were Horses”

            Garak felt the most wonderful sensation. There were lips working there way up the center of his chest and across his clavicular ridge. He had never been awoken in such a wonderful way. He squirmed as the warm, moist mouth started to slowly work it’s way up his neck ridge, but he didn’t open his eyes.

            “Aren’t you going to wake up this morning, Elim?” He recognized those honey sweet tones.

            Garak’s eyes opened quickly as he realized to whom that voice belonged. It couldn’t be; he must be tricking himself. He sat up slightly and saw the beautiful form of the Doctor sprawled next to him. He quickly sank back down, perplexed.

            “What’s wrong?” Julian kissed his mouth gently. “You just went rigid.”

            “What are you doing Doctor?” Garak tried to keep himself under control.

            “Doctor? You never call me Doctor in bed.” Julian glanced at him with concern.

            “Whatever game you’re playing at, please stop.” Garak was trying not to get angry, or panics, or give into his desire to let whatever was happening continue. “How did you learn my given name?”

            Julian started to pout. “What do you mean, how do I know your name?”

            Julian got up a stomped off towards the bathroom. He never got there. He got about halfway across the room and vanished. Garak all but jumped out of bed.

            “Doctor?” His voice contained a note of dismay.

            Garak took a second to recover his wits, before deciding what to do. Something very strange was happening, and he needed to find out what. He couldn’t believe that the dear Doctor would behave like that towards him for any reason.

            “Computer, locate Doctor Bashir.” Garak asked the computer.

            “Doctor Bashir is in Operations.”

            Garak relaxed a fraction. At least he was right to think that the Doctor had not just been in his quarters do those things to him. His mind strayed to those wonderful sensations.

            He stopped his reminiscing. “You need to concentrate. Yes, you’ve solved one mystery. But, that still leaves quite a few unanswered questions. So, concentrate.” 

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His Distraction

Cross-Cultural (Part 21 of the Drabble Series)

Rating: MC

Set During: Season 1 Episode 15 “Progress”

            “That’s true, but you’re talking about two very different times. At the time this play was written many people were physically scarred. And, women weren’t well educated. They were presented with these romantic ideas and sheltered from the reality of the world. They were naïve and easy prey for the likes of Erik.” Julian looked triumphant.

            “The mask doesn’t make sense, even in that context. He’s clearly disowned the society that treated him so poorly. Why would he use a mask? He’s clearly not trying to fit into the society.” Garak’s rebuttal caught Julian by surprise.

            Julian took a bite of his soup to give him time to think. Garak sipped his rokassa juice. He enjoyed watching the man think, his face was so transparent.

            “He wears the mask because he’s ashamed of himself. He may have attempted to shun society, but he’s still a man. He still desires love and caring. He knows his appearance will prevent him from ever gaining that love.” Julian replies thoughtfully.

            “What about the Persian then? It would seem that he at least was able to show kindness to Erik, even while knowing who and what he was, a monster.” Garak challenged.

            “Erik wasn’t a monster. That’s the whole point of the book. That’s why in the end he’s able to sacrifice his own happiness for the one person he truly cared about. It’s society that was the monster.” Julian couldn’t believe that Garak had missed the whole point of the story.

            “But, Doctor, he was a monster. The Persian understood that, yet he still didn’t hate the man. I found the Persian to be the only other interesting character in the book. Although, it’s beyond me to understand how he overlooked Erik’s faults. Still, in the end, he was able to put aside his feelings and do what he knew was right.”

            “Garak, I don’t see how you can call Erik a monster. Just because he didn’t look the same as everybody…”

            Garak cut him off. “He’s not a monster because of how he looks. He’s a monster because of what he did. He defied the state on numerous occasions. He put his wants and desires before duty.”

            “Are you actually suggesting that he should have been loyal to people that treated him like an animal? Garak the whole point of this book is to show how it’s the wrongs of society that made Erik act as he did. In the end, he was a good person though. When he was shown just a small amount of kindness he was able to do what was right. It’s society and the state that was the monster.” Julian was dumbfounded by Garak’s inability to understand the point.

            “A very human view point. I found the ending to be utterly ridiculous and unbelievable. The author would have us believe that a brilliant and resourceful man with no scruples as regards to laws and society would because of one tiny act of kindness completely change his ways. Really, it’s optimistic to the point of reckless, Doctor.”

            “This book’s a statement on societies need to change. It showed that often society creates its own problems, that by changing our prejudices we can make a better world.” Julian argued passionately.

            “If you say so, Doctor. We will just have to agree to disagree.”  Garak finished his drink and sat the cup down. “I’d like to thank you for a very entertaining lunch. Perhaps we can do it again sometime.”

            “I think I’d like that. Perhaps we can find other works of literature to exchange?” Julian smiled roguishly.

            “I’m sure we can.” Garak smiled as he stood up. He bowed his head slightly before heading back to his shop. 

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Wakeup Call

Life and Fiction (Part 20 of the Drabble Series)

Rating: MC

Set During: Season 1 Episode 15 “Progress”

            “Well, it seems to me that the Major is learning what it means to be in charge. It isn’t easy. You have to deal with all sorts of uncomfortable problems. Sometimes you even have to do things that you hate.” Garak replied.

            “Yes, but what does that have to do with Leroux’s The Phantom of the Opera?” Julian was trying to follow Garak’s reasoning and failing.

            “In the beginning of the book the managers find themselves in a similar position. They’ve worked hard to gain the power over the opera house, and to their dismay they discover a series of difficulties is all that they’ve inherited.” Garak presented this view with a look on his face that suggested it was fait accompli.

            “So, you’re suggesting that the managers are a metaphor for the state?” Julian looked at him with amazement.

            “I said no such thing, I simply pointed out that what you were telling me in regards to Major Kira reminded me of the book.” Garak grinned cleverly.

            “Well, what did you think of the book?” Julian asked eagerly.

            “Overall, I found the story to be superficial.” Garak replied. “Most of the other characters were hardly believable. Take Christine for example, hopelessly naïve and of poor intellect.”

            Julian’s face fell. “Well, was there anything about the story that you liked?”

            “I found the main character, Erik, to be very fascinating. It’s really to bad that the author insisted on giving the character physical scars, and a mask as well.” Garak scoffed at this last idea.

            “That’s one of the beauties of the story. The scars are a physical representation of the pain of his past, and the mask is an attempt to escape from that pain, to fit in.” Julian argued passionately.

            Garak watched and listened with interest. The Doctor was a very engaging and alluring companion. He’d have to arouse his passions more frequently, if only to indulge his own secret desires. It was really too bad that the man seemed uninterested in other types of engaging passions.

            “Precisely, it’s easy, and too obvious. Very few people have scars to show such pain. The pain is hidden, or expresses itself in more subtle ways.” Garak took a bite of his stew.

            “It sounds like you are well acquainted with such pain.” Julian replied seriously. “I guess as a spy you would be.” He added on a much lighter note.

            “Really Doctor, you of all people know better than to believe the rumors that fly on this station. I was simply pointing out a fact. Take the Bajorans, most of them experienced some type of horror during the occupation, but they’re mostly without visible scars.” 

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COMING SOON:

Cross-Cultural

Lunch Again (Part 19 of the Drabble Series)

Rating: MC

Set During: Season 1 Episode 15 “Progress”

            Garak looked up from the display he was preparing when he heard the doors to his shop open. It figured that he would have his first customer for the day right before he had planned to leave for lunch. He broke into a genuine grin when he discovered that it was the dear Doctor.

            “How may I help you, Doctor?” Garak gestured to the shop. “A new suit perhaps?”

            “Oh, no, actually I figured I’d stop by and see if you were ready for lunch.” Julian glanced around at the displays.

            “As a matter of fact, I was just about to close up the shop.” Garak gestured towards the door.

            They both walked out of the shop. Julian waited patiently as Garak turned on the closed sign, locked the doors, and input a security code. Garak for his part observed Julian’s slightly ruffled appearance.

            “You seem out of sorts.” Garak commented carefully. “I hope everything is okay.”

            “Oh, yes.” Julian was surprised at Garak’s perceptiveness. “Just some stuff with work.”

            They walk off in the direction of the Replimate at a leisurely pace.

            “I hope we aren’t facing another station wide medical problem. I must say that the last one was quite unpleasant enough.” Garak chuckled lightly. “No offence, but if I’m never in your infirmary again it will be to soon.”

            “Yes.” Julian felt a little awkward thinking about the events that had brought Garak there previously. “But, it did lead to my finding a nice lunch companion.”

            Garak smiled his banal smile to hide his sudden discomfort. “That it did.”

            They lapsed into silence as they entered the queue for the replicator. Garak reflected on the idea that he might actually have found a friend. It was unexpected and rather frightening. It had been a long time since he could call someone friend. The Doctor was just supposed to be a way to get back to Cardassia, nothing else.

            “What would you like for lunch?” They had reached the replicator.

            Garak responded automatically. “Rokassa juice and ratamba stew.”

            “And, I’ll have tarkalean tea, double sweet, and plomeek soup with basil.” Julian picked up the tray of food that materialized. “The captain put me on to the addition of basil. It’s very good.”

            “Perhaps I’ll try it sometime.” Garak sat down at their usual table.

            Julian joined him and paused Garak his food. “Well, I for one am quite hungry. I skipped dinner last night, just didn’t feel much like eating.”

            “Why Doctor, I don’t have to tell you that’s bad for your health.” Garak chastises the young man teasingly.

            “Yes, but on some occasions unavoidable.” Julian answered and his previous ruffled demeanor returned slightly.

            “This wouldn’t have something to do with what was bothering you earlier, would it?” Garak wondered whether there was useful information here.

            “If you must know, yes. It does.” Julian stabbed at his food, but didn’t actually take a bite. “I’d rather not talk about it really.”

            “But, it’s clearly bothering you.” Garak decided it was best to use a bit of misdirection. “Perhaps you should talk to someone about it, Lieutenant Commander Dax perhaps? It could help.”

            “Maybe, I’ve already talked to Commander Sisko.” Julian ate and brooded for a bit.

            Garak sat quietly and sipped his rokassa juice. He could see the Doctor’s thoughts flash across the man’s beautifully unadorned face. If he waited just a bit longer he’d have the Doctor talking.

            “It’s just that emergency I got called away for yesterday.” Julian sat his fork down. “Major Kira has been forced to remove some Bajorans against their will. She’s really struggling with the assignment. Part of her understands and part of her feels like an occupier. She may loose her commission over this if she doesn’t figure things out soon.”

            “I see.” The information wasn’t useful, time to distract the man from his worries. “Actually, that reminds me of the book you loaned me.”

            “How?” Julian was interested. 

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Life and Fiction

Retelling (Part 18 of the Drabble Series)

Rating: MC

Set After: Season 1 Episode 14 “The Storyteller”

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Set During: Season 1 Episode 15 “Progress”

             Garak was sitting across the table from Doctor Bashir, watching and listening intently. The man was animatedly telling him about a recent adventure he and Chief O’Brien had on Bajor. He found the way the Doctor told the story much more interesting than the story itself.

            “So, you never figured out what this thing that was terrorizing the village was?” Garak asked the right question at the right time.

            Julian smiled excitedly; glad to have an interested audience for a change. “Well, yes and no. But, I’ll get to that shortly. As I was saying, the Chief didn’t like the way the villagers were treating him, so he went back to the house. And, I walked in a short while later just in time to rescue him from an assassination attempt.”

            “Really? Why would any of the villagers want to kill the man they perceived as their savior?” Garak suspected the answer, but wanted to let the Doctor think he was revealing something surprising.

            “How do you know it was a villager?” Julian looked at him suspiciously. “Have you already heard about the events?”

            “No, I assumed that you would have mentioned any other strangers in the village by now if there where any.” Garak replied casually.

            “Oh, yes, well.” Julian recollected his thoughts. “It was a young man. He’d been the apprentice to the storyteller and was supposed to take his place. He didn’t take kindly to being shoved aside and replaced by the Chief.”

            “I suppose not.” Garak agreed.

            “Anyway, we got to talking to him after the attempt had ended. He explained that the Dal’Rok was created by a part of an orb. That it was the physical incarnation of the villagers’ fears. The storyteller just directs the villager; focuses their energy on uniting against their fears. I thought it was all rather fascinating.”

            “It does sound rather mysterious.” Garak suspected he knew where this story led. “So, did the Chief manage to save the villagers?”

            “No, but it wasn’t for lack of trying. In the end, I managed to convince the apprentice to take over for the Chief. It was he that managed to save the village.” Julian took a bit of his food.

            “And, you and the Chief were free to return to the station, a job well done.”

            “I guess so. I tell you Garak; it was amazing to experience, like something right out of Shakespeare’s The Tempest.”

            “Shakespeare, Doctor?” Garak was about to take a bit of food, but Julian’s reference interested him.

            “Sisko to Doctor Bashir.”

            Julian tapped the communicator on his chest. “Bashir here.”

            “Doctor your needed on run at pad C. Bring a medical kit. You’re headed to Jeraddo’s fifth moon. Sisko out.”

            Julian stood as he addressed Garak. “It seems our lunch is to be cut very short. Shall I make it up to you tomorrow?”

            “It would be my pleasure, Doctor. Until then.” Garak stood and bowed his head slightly. 

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Lunch Again

Rumors (Part 17 of the Drabble Series)

Rating: MC

Set After: Season 1 Episodes 12 & 13 “The Vortex” & “Battle Lines”

            Garak had been hearing strange rumors relating to the Gamma Quadrant of late. He knew better than to believe even half of them, but he had a few reliable sources. If he picked through their exaggerated stories carefully enough then he could surmise what had been happening on a general level.

            Morn had claimed that one of Odo’s cousins had been found in the Gamma Quadrant. It was obvious exaggeration. Garak managed to discover that a prisoner had presented Odo with a key made of some type of metamorphic crystalline organic material. Julian had examined it for him.

            Quark had something to do with the whole affair, but it wasn’t entirely clear. Garak made a note to never underestimate the Ferengi’s abilities when it came to making contacts and finding things. Perhaps the bartender could be of use to him in some minor ways.

            It was the latest rumors that really concerned Garak. It seemed clear that Kai Opaka’s had disappeared during a trip through the wormhole. Major Kira had claimed that she was answering the call of the prophets, whatever that was supposed to mean.

            Garak had heard everything from her becoming a prophet herself to her being abducted by Starfleet in an effort to undermine the Bajoran government. It seemed most likely that she had died in the accident that had occurred.

            He wasn’t really all that concerned by the event itself. What did worry him was the instability that the loss of Kai Opaka was likely to cause. His position here was precarious enough. Major civil unrest could make it untenable.

            The other thing that concerned him was the dear Doctor. He had been part of the mission when the Kai disappeared. Whatever happened seemed to have rattled him. Garak was surprised by his desire to alleviate the man’s concerns. He would have to keep a check on not only the destabilization of Bajor, but also his own emotions. Either could cause him considerable problems. 

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COMING SOON:

Retelling

  

Broadening Horizons (Part 16 of the Drabble Series)

Rating: MC,

Set During: Season 1 Episode 11 “The Nagus”

            Julian was sitting at the Replimate waiting for Garak to arrive. He’d finally managed to reschedule the previous lunch meeting that he’d cancelled. He’d only been sitting down for a few moments when he saw Garak moving briskly across the Promenade.

            “I’m sorry I’m late.” Garak stopped behind the chair across from Julian. “Every Ferengi on the station has been to my shop today for repair and alterations. The presence of the Grand Nagus has them wanting to look their best.”

            “Yes, I’ve noticed that Quark and Rom have been extremely nervous today.” Julian stood as well. “Shall we get in line?”

            “I think so, or we won’t get our food until tomorrow.” Garak answered.

            “Yes, with Quark’s closed the place is rather packed today.” Julian sighed. “I just don’t understand the effect the Nagus is having on the other Ferengi.”

            “Really, Doctor? I would’ve thought that you of all the officers here on the station would understand.” Garak was puzzled.

            “Why me?” Julian asked defensively.

            “I meant no offense, Doctor. It’s just that you seem to be particularly interested in the values of other societies.” Garak gestured to himself. “Take me for example. You seem rather fascinated by my culture, or Lieutenant Commander Dax.”

            “Well, Trill society is unique. And, you must admit that you’re rather an unusual case yourself.” Julian smirked slightly; the description was amusing and barely began to descried Garak. “Ferengi on the other hand are just… well base. They’re obsessed with latinum and that’s about all.”

            “Really Doctor, I think you’re overlooking a rather complex and interesting society. Perhaps it’s because you’ve fallen victim to Federation shortsightedness?” Garak knew the challenge would appeal to the young man. “I guess you can’t expect Starfleet officers to be completely open-minded. You’ve been highly conditioned after all.”

            “And, what’s that supposed to mean Garak?” Julian flushed slightly in irritation.

            “Oh nothing really. Just that I’m betting that you’ve dismissed a culture based on nothing more than Federation hearsay, that you’ve never bothered to delve into the Ferengi way of life before making a judgment call.” Garak turned to the replicator. “Rokassa juice and hasperat. What would you like Doctor?”

            “Tarkalean tea, double sweet, and a bowl of plomeek soup.” Julian retrieved the tray of food that materialized. “Okay, maybe I haven’t looked closely at Ferengi society, but what would I gain from doing so? They’re obsessed with acquiring things, and those skills are hardly needed in the Federation any more.”

            “Ah, but your on the frontier.” They sat and began eating. “This is not Federation space, latinum is used regularly, and you have contact with Ferengi on a daily basis. Don’t you think knowing about their culture could be useful to you?”

            Julian swallowed his bit of food. “Okay, I can see your point. Now that I’m here, knowing a little about the people I’m surrounded by would be useful. But, the question is, where do I begin?” Julia ate another bite of food. “It’s not like the Ferengi are prolific writers.”

            “No, but they do have a written moral code that they follow strictly. It encompasses all aspects of their lives. I would suggest starting there. I did.” Garak smiled at the doctor knowingly.

            Julian saw the smile and suspected that Garak was up to something. “I’ve never heard of this code.”

            “I’m surprised Doctor. I thought everyone was aware of the famed Ferengi Rules of Acquisition.” Garak smirked.

            “That’s not a code Garak. It’s a set of rules dealing with trade.” Julian argued.

            “So, you’ve read them then.” Garak grinned his smug I’ve got you now smile.

            “No.” Julian replied, knowing that Garak had intentionally cornered him.

            “Then how can you know what they’re really about?” Garak ate another bit.

            “Okay I’ll read the Rules of Acquisition, but only if you agree to read something that I pick for you.” Julian wanted to catch Garak in his own trap.

            “I’d be delighted.” Garak’s plan had worked perfectly; he’d gained Julian’s interest. “I rather enjoyed the short story you recommend before. It was an interesting look into pre-warp humanity.”

            Julian was stymied. He’d expect to score one against Garak. Somehow, he thought, he’d just done exactly what Garak wanted. It was a surprise to find that he was so completely challenged by a simple conversation with the man before him. It was refreshing.

            “I’ll bring you a copy of Gaston Leroux’s The Phantom of the Opera. I think you’ll find it interesting.” Julian finished his last bit of food. “I need to get back to the infirmary, but I’ll drop the pad by your shop after my shift ends. If that’s alright?”

            “That will be fine.” Garak stood as well. “I’m afraid I have to get back to my shop as well.” 

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Rumors

Disappointed (Part 15 of the Drabble Series)

Ratings: MC, MHS

Set After: Season 1 Episode 10 “Move Along Home”

            Garak was looking forward to lunch today. He would be meting Julian in the Replimate again at the Doctor’s request. He had known that waiting and remaining mysteriously distant would bring the man back quickly enough. Having company to look forward to had even made working on one of the horrendous Ferengi waiter outfits bearable.

            He’d spent the time contemplating how best to wheedle valuable information from the young man. He knew that if he was careful Julian would eventually give him the information he needed to get back into the good graces of Cardassia, and Tain. The young doctor was his ticket home. The boy’s attractiveness, unexpected friendliness, and open-mind made the task more enjoyable, nothing more. He had his priorities after all.

            Garak decided that simply treating the man like an adult was the best first step. The other officers still treated him like a child. It was very short sighted of them. Garak could tell that Julian was going to be a great asset to the station in future.

            He was surprised to get a communication from Julian a few hours before his lunch with the young doctor. He appeared pleasant as ever while listening to the apology and explanation as their lunch was canceled.

            “Perhaps another time. I’m just way to tired today, some stuff with the Gamma Quadrant representatives.” Julian yawned. “I’ll get back with you after I’ve had a bit of rest.”

            “It’s not problem.” Garak’s customer pleasing smile hitched a little higher. “Things will tend to come up. Another time.”

            “Thanks Garak, I’ll talk to you later.”

            Garak bowed his head slightly before ending the transmission. He was surprised to discover that he was disappointed and irritated by the cancelation. It was just because he wanted to get back to Cardassia as soon as possible, he decided.

            Garak looked at the garment that he’d been piecing together. He decided it could wait. He went back to his quarters to have a now solitary, early lunch. He’d have to come up with a way to carefully gain more of the doctor’s interest; otherwise he’d never get home. 

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COMING SOON:

Broadening Horizons

Garak Cartoon Sketches for "The Faces of Elim Garak" Series

These are the first two sketches are my first attempts at drawing Garak in a cartoon style. I'm mildly happy with the results, but they seem to be rather stock, lacking in any particular style. I'm planning to add color to them after I finish the first set of drawings, The Spy.

The first set, Thy Spy, is part of a larger series I'm planning titled "The Faces of Elim Garak." I figured that it would be a good way to practice my cartoon drawing skills.

"Reserved, Showing Little, or Hiding Much"

"Deceptively Bland"

Sketches Copyrighted Gul.Obsidian.Dragon 2011 

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More Sketches for "The Spy"

It's a Living (Part 14 of the Drabble Series)

Ratings: MC 

           “I assure you, sir. The pants are to the exact specifications that you gave me.” Garak was using his most polite, and most insincere customer pleasing smile.

            “They are not. I couldn’t fit into these if my life depended on it.” The Bajoran was irascible.

            Garak looked the man up and down slowly. He rather agreed with the portly Bajoran. It was clear that he’d been given improper measurements.

            “If sir would allow me, I can measure you myself and make the proper adjustments to the garment.” Garak didn’t think that the ploy would work.

            It was clear that the man wasn’t interested in the clothing at all. He was here to torment the Cardassian tailor. Garak wondered if it was really worth opening the shop some days, like this one.

            “I’m not interested in having this garment altered. It should have been right the first time. It’s clear to me that you are an incapable tailor. It’s a wonder anyone patron’s your shop. I want my money back.” He threw the garment on the ground.

            “Sir, my contract clearly states that any special orders are nonrefundable.” Garak sighed as he picked up the garment.

            “It’s clear that you did shoddy work, and I expect to be repaid in full. It’s not my fault you can’t follow simple instructions.” The man made an attempt to physically intimidate Garak.

            “I followed your instructions to the letter, sir.” Garak took a deep calming breath. “Now, I’m willing to take your measurements myself, and alter the garment accordingly. At no cost to you, might I add.”

            “That is not acceptable. I want my money back. If you don’t give me a refund now I’ll lodge a formal complaint with the station security and see you in front of the magistrate.” The man smiled maliciously.

            The Bajoran clearly thought that he had Garak pinned. Was surprised by Garak’s continued smile and lightness. Garak knew better.

            “Feel free, sir.” He started to usher the baffled man out of his shop. “The security office is right over there.”

            The man actually headed off in the direction of Odo’s office. Garak smiled genuinely as he locked up the shop and turned on the closed sign; he’d spend the rest of the day working in his back room, away from customers. Too bad the Bajoran didn’t know Odo’s reputation better.

            He’d get no-where with the claim. Odo didn’t care that Garak was Cardassian; he cared about order and the rule of law. And, to top it all off, the idiot had left the very expensive garment with Garak. He’d be able to re-sale the unclaimed item and triple his profit.

            Garak moved towards the back of his shop in a suddenly much better mood. There was a lovely garment that he’d just finished designing. He could start making the outfit and have it hanging on a mannequin in the shop window by this evening. It would look quite lovely there. 

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I acknowledge that Elim Garak, Julian Bashir, Cardassia, etc. are the property of either Paramount or CBS, not entirely sure which due to the changes in 2006. The story is however mine, and done solely for entertainment purposes.

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