A Day In (Part 26 of the Drabble Series)

Rating:                    AC for A

Characters:                Elim Garak

Pairing/s:                 None

Notes:                     Drinking, Depression

Set During: Season 1 Episode 17 “The Forsaken”

           

            It had been common knowledge for the past week that a group of Federation Ambassadors would be touring the station. Garak had decided that it would be prudent to keep a low profile during the visit. However, he wasn’t about to pass up such a good opportunity to gain useful information. It was unfortunate that Julian had been assigned as the ambassadors’ liaison officer. Garak was sure that he could have gained plenty of information from the dear Doctor.

            Instead Garak had opted to not open the shop and remain in his quarters. He sat behind the desk pouring over the computer readouts. He’d managed to hack into the system, but it had taken over an hour to covertly disable all of constable Odo’s security protocols; the man was really quite talented. Unfortunately, he’d found nothing of use so far.

            It was amazing how easy it was to hack into three of the ambassadors’ journals; the Vulcan’s had been a pleasant challenge. Unfortunately, the journals had been filled with useless and often pity information. Just as he was beginning to find so slightly interesting technical, if not ticket to Cardassia, information from the Vulcan’s journal the computer started malfunctioning.

            Garak was just beginning to realize that the main station’s computer must be on the frits when the lights dimmed. His first thought was, finally the light levels are appropriately dimmed. He decided that there was no point in fighting with the computer. He wasn’t about to fix the problem, and it didn’t seem there was anything useful to find anyway.

            Garak stood up and stretched. He hadn’t realized how long it had been since he sat down in front of the computer. He walked over to the replicator and was about to order rokassa juice when he remembered the bottle of kanar he had on the bookshelf.

            He might as well indulge. He wasn’t going anywhere today. Garak retrieved the bottle and an empty glass. It had been a quite some time since he had enjoyed a good glass of kanar. He poured a glass and reflected that it was going to be more difficult than he thought to gain information that would get him home.

            He downed the glass of kanar in one go. Why hadn’t he just wished himself back to Cardassia with the adoration of those in power to boot? He poured another glass and downed it quickly.

            It seemed colder in his quarters than usual. He vaguely wondered if it was the systems malfunctions or his morose mood. It didn’t really matter. He decided to crawl into bed with his kanar. He’d feel much better under the warm blankets.

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            It wasn’t until the a few days later that Garak heard about Julian’s heroics during the fire. He felt at once proud and angry with the dear Doctor. His abilities and quick thinking were finally beginning to show through. But, what had the man been thinking to put his self in danger like that?

            Garak tried very hard to convince himself that it was because Julian was his best chance at a ticket back to Cardassia that he reacted so strongly to the news. He wasn’t becoming attached to the young, naïve, and beautiful man. He didn’t have friends. He couldn’t afford them, not before his exile and definitely not now. 

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General comments and constructive criticism welcome. Feel free to comment. 

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.

COMING SOON:

Station Staging

Trapped (Part 25 of the Drabble Series)

Rating:                    AC for A

Characters:                Elim Garak, wish Julian Bashir,

Pairing/s:                 None

Notes:                     None

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

            Garak decided that there was no point in keeping the shop open. There were no customers on the promenade. Almost everyone was obsessed with there own particular variety of wishes, and none of those seemed to be buying clothes.

            Garak locked up the shop and headed for the turbo lift back to his quarters. He noticed that Quark seemed to have no problem with keeping customers. But, the Ferengi was uncharacteristically unhappy about this fact. A further glance explained why. Garak smiled as he noticed that all the customers were winning. It seemed Quark would be better off closing down the bar as well.

            Garak entered the turbo lift that opened before him. There was no one else on board. He hated these lifts they were so small and cramped. He took a careful breath and directed his mind way from the confining space.

            The lift started shaking and stopped. Garak became nervous. He accessed the comm panel. It wasn’t working. He tried to focus and not let his claustrophobia take control of him. The space wasn’t so small after all. He wasn’t…

            He was trapped; trapped in a small confining space with no way to communicate with anyone. His chest was being constricted. He was struggling to breath.

            Garak fought the sensation; tried to get control of the situation, to breath. It was getting worse. He was going to die in here. He fell against the wall and slid down it to the floor.

            His vision was becoming blurred. He wished that the dear Doctor were here now. The Doctor would at least be a comforting presence, even if he didn’t understand why.

            As his vision began to fade to black he felt a warm hand against his forehead. “Garak, stay with me.”

            It was Julian’s voice. Garak opened his eyes to see the young man crouched down beside him looking concerned. Garak’s mind barely registered that this must be an illusion, his wish Julian. He didn’t care.

            Another tremor shook the lift. Garak wished that the tremors would stop. They didn’t. He realized that at least some of what was going on wasn’t being caused by his imagination. He reached up and took the golden hand that was still resting against his forehead.

            “Can’t… breath.” He managed to wheeze.

            “Yes you can. There’s nothing stopping you from breathing.” Julian placed his free hand onto Garak’s chest.

            “To… small. Out… want out.” Garak was struggling to concentrate on Julian and not the small space.

            “Garak, look at me.” Julian’s tone was commanding. “There’s nothing keeping you from breathing. It’s all in your head. So, breath.”

            Garak emitted a strangled wheeze of a laugh. Apparently his wish Julian was more like himself than the real Julian. He focused on the warm, smooth hand in his and shut his eyes.

            “That’s it. Just relax and breathe.” Julian stroked the chest lightly.

            Garak was slowly managing to get himself under control again. He was better able to think with more oxygen reaching his brain. He noticed that the turbo lift had stopped shaking. It would only be a matter of moments before it started moving again. He would be fine.

            The lift jerked and began moving normally again. Garak opened his eyes and stood up. He was embarrassed by his own weakness. Julian vanished as he began to focus on reality and stopped imagining things. 

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General comments and constructive criticism welcome. Feel free to comment. 

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.

COMING SOON:

A Day In

Well ... (Part 24 of the Drabble Series)

Rating:                    GA

Characters:                Elim Garak, Julian Bashir, wish Jadzia, 

Pairing/s:                 None

Notes:                     None

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

            Garak entered his shop quickly, but didn’t turn on the lights. He watched Julian and the wish Jadzia from the privacy of darkness. If he had needed any proof of Julian’s infatuation this was the proof. He was most disturbed by how Julian’s wish behaved; he thought Julian was less shallow in his tastes.

            Garak couldn’t stand to watch anymore of the pathetic display. He moved to the back room of his shop without turning on the lights. He’d spend a few minutes under the heating blanket to get warmed up; he’d open the shop later.

            He wondered just how long Julian’s infatuation was going to last. Maybe he could use it to his advantage. Teasing valuable information from Julian might be easier with him distracted by a certain Trill.

            Of course, Julian’s wish manifestation presented Garak with more troubling questions. Why was Julian so willing to help him? Why had the young man made such an effort to comfort him during the aphasia incident? What was Julian trying to gain from him?

            Garak continued to think about these problems while he warmed up under the blanket. He had assumed at the time it was because Julian was interested in him. The way he’d reacted during their first meeting suggested that he was attracted to Garak on a subconscious level. The way he’d jumped when his shoulder was touched, Garak would always remember that moment fondly. He was certain that Julian was interested, but not yet ready to realize the interest.

            But, his wish would seem to indicate otherwise. The young man was completely at the mercy of his hormonal attraction to Jadzia. You’d think he was an adolescent. Damn, Jadzia complicated matters.

            What were the possibilities? Julian could still be interest in him, but it seemed unlikely. And, if he wasn’t then there was the possibility that he was trying to use him. But, how? And, to what ends? The third possibility was that Julian really wanted to be his friend.

            Garak pondered that possibility for a moment. He decided that it was the least likely of all the possibilities. No one wanted simply to be his friend. They all sought some type of gain from him.

            But, what could Julian have gained by staying by him while he died? Garak pushed the thought away again. There was no way that this young Starfleet officer was simply looking for a friend. No way.

            Garak felt about as warm as possible given the environmental settings. He pushed all the thoughts away for the time being. He’d open his shop and focus on making a living, even if it was banal. 

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General comments and constructive criticism welcome. Feel free to comment. 

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.

COMING SOON:

Trapped

Surprising Revelations Epilogue

Rating:                    EC for S

Characters:                Elim Garak, Julian Bashir

Pairing/s:                 Elim Garak / Julian Bashir

Notes:                     Sex toys, Anal sex 

            Julian awoke slowly the next day. He was still wrapped in and around the sleeping form of Elim, his lover. It was a wonderful experience. He watched the man sleep peacefully for a while before waking him.

            He bent his head and kissed the man gently on the lips. “Good morning.”

            Elim smiled broadly. “Good morning.”

            Julian noticed that he didn’t open his eyes. “Still tired?”

            “No, I slept wonderfully.”

            “So, why aren’t you opening your eyes?” Julian ran a finger down the side of his grey cheek.

            “I’m enjoying the feeling of waking up next to you.” Elim finally opened his eyes and looked at Julian. “Beautiful.”

            “Yes, you are very.” Julian replied with a boyish grin.

            “Do you have to work today?” Elim stretched slightly. “I must say that you’ve made me quite sore.”

            Julian rolled off of Elim. “The feeling is mutual, but it’s worth it. I can’t remember a time that I’ve had more enjoyable sex.”

            Elim smiled. “You’re just saying that.”

            “No I’m…” Julian realized that Elim was teasing him. “I see some things never change.”

            “And, others have changed a lot.” Elim grasped Julian’s hand and laced their fingers together. “You still haven’t answered my question.”

            “Um, work, that’s right.” Julian thought for a second. “Nope, not until later in the evening.”

            “It doesn’t sound like you thought this encounter out very well.” Elim was bemused.

            “Nope, I just got tremendously lucky.” He smiled goofily.

            “Well, in future we should make a point to plan things in advance.”

            “So, you want this to continue then?” Julian’s smile was predatory.

            Garak kissed him firmly. “I would like that very much. But, we’ll have to be careful, or people will discover our relationship.

            Julian accepted this stipulation; he knew that Elim was secretive. He rather liked the idea of having a secret to share with Elim. He supposed that he should continue to call Elim by his family name in public.

            “Elim?” Julian rolled onto his side so that he could see the man’s face.

            “Hmm?” He seemed immensely content at the moment.

            “What did you think of your first time? Did you like everything? What was your favorite? Is there anything that surprised you?” Julian stopped his questioning and waited.

            Elim thought for a bit before answering. “My first time was wonderfully delightful. I enjoyed all of it, but my favorite was I last few times in the shower, only because I felt the most comfortable those times. I wasn’t worried about doing something wrong or hurting you by then. And, your reactions were so lovely. I could tell I was bringing you pleasure.”

            Julian waited a few minutes before prompting for more. “And, did anything surprise you?”

            “A lot of things. But, I think the thing that surprised me the most was your reaction to being penetrated. I never imagined that it could feel that good.” Elim had an almost longing expression on his face.

            “Would you like to try it sometime?” Julian asked as he ran his fingers over the scale pattern of Elim’s chest.

            “I’m interested.” Elim thought for a while. “I’ve heard that it hurts the first time.”

            Julian studied Elim before answering; he didn’t seem concerned about the potential pain. “It can. However, if done right, it won’t be. I know a few ways to help prepare someone for being penetrated for the first time. If you’re really interested, we could start today.”

            “Penetrate me today?” Elim seemed taken aback by the speed.

            “Well, not me.”

            Elim looked at Julian perplexed.

            “Wait a moment and I’ll show you what I mean.” Julian climbed out of bed and went to the replicator.

            “I haven’t agreed to anything yet.” Elim laughed lightly at the young man’s enthusiasm.

            “I know.”

            Julian returned with a small rubber thing that looked like a long skinny plug. He handed the blue piece of ridged yet soft rubber to Elim. He turned it over in his hands thinking before finally looking at Julian for an answer.

            “That’s called a butt plug. Its name explains all really. People wear them for a number of reasons. Some people wear them during sex because they like feeling full the whole time. They’re really designed to be worn at any time, not necessarily during sex. They’re also used for training. That’s what I’m suggesting.” Julian paused to see Elim’s reaction.

            “I think you should explain further.” He looked puzzled and amused.

            “Well, we would start with a small one. Like the one you’re holding. We would work our way up, as you got more comfortable. And, after a certain point you’d be more than ready for me to penetrate you; there’d be no pain to worry about.” Julian concluded.

            “So, I would wear this at all times? Even in public?” Elim looked almost scandalized.

            “Well, not all the time, but you would wear it in public.” Julian answered.

            “That just sounds distasteful.” Elim made a face.

            “It’s not as odd as it sounds. No one will know that you’re wearing it. I’ve done it before. It’s not really distasteful at all.” Julian could understand Elim’s reaction.

            “What if somebody noticed? It’d be very weird. I don’t like the idea of someone knowing that type of intimate information about me.” He looked oddly nervous suddenly.

            “It’s okay if you don’t want to do this. I’m just explaining it to you. You also wouldn’t have to wear one in public. You could wear them on days in or at night or during sex.”

            “It’s not that I’m not interested. I just don’t want to do anything sexual in a public setting.” He was less nervous looking now.

            “Elim, are all Cardassian’s modest or is this a personal trait? You even dress in a very modest way. That robe of yours covered more than your regular clothes.” Julian smiled fondly and resumed running his fingers over Elim’s chest scales.

            Elim sighed happily in response to the touches. “After reaching adulthood, there is a tendency towards modesty, but it varies like anything. I would probably be considered very modest even by Cardassian standards.”

            Julian leaned over and kissed him. “My modest Elim.” 

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General comments and constructive criticism welcome. Feel free to comment. 

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.

Elim Dax (Preview)

This is a preview of a story I'm currently writing. I'll post the Drudgery Bit for it once I'm ready to post more than a preview. The story is currently at 6000 words. I'm just showing this small portion as a preview to make up for the lack of Drabbles. I've gotten rather engrossed in this story to the detriment of the Drabble Series.

Rating: AC for A

Note: Deals with the topic of death.

            Julian had just finished his autopsy report on Jadzia’s death when the computer informed him that the Dax symbiont was destabilizing. He rushed into the back surgery room where Dax was awaiting transport back to Trill. Julian looked over the readouts; it wasn’t good. If he didn’t have Dax in a host in the next three hours the symbiont would be dead.

            “Computer, how many non-human life forms are on the station?” he started to pace around the room.

            “There are eight hundred and seventy-two non-human life forms on the station at this time.”

            “Computer, exclude Vulcan, Romulan, Klingon, and Bajoran life forms. Also, exclude Odo. Now, how many life forms are left?” Julian was racking his brain to think of anyone on the station that might be able to accept the symbiont temporarily.

            “One hundred and three life forms meet that criteria.”

            “Of those eliminate any that are known to be incapable of joining with a Trill symbiont. How many are left?” Julian really hoped that the answer wasn’t zero.

            “Fifteen.”

            Julian sighed. “Are any of those fifteen known to be compatible with a Trill Symbiont?”

            “There are no records on file of any of the species represented ever joining with a Trill symbiont.”

            “What species are represented by the fifteen possible candidates?” Julian leaned against the computer console before him.

            “There are nine Ferengi, three Bolians, two Benzites, and one Cardassian.”

            “We can rule out the Benzites due to their need to consume nitrogen in large quantities. We can also rule out the Bolians on account of their biochemical makeup. That leaves us with Ferengi or the one Cardassian on the station.” Julian quickly pulled up files on both the Ferengi and Cardassian body.

            As he looked over the information available, it became apparent that the Ferengi body would be incapable of holding the symbiont. There just wasn’t enough room. Julian closed out the file on Ferengi and began to study everything he had on Cardassian physiology.

            After thirty minutes of studying, Julian could find no evidence to suggest that Garak would be incapable of carrying the Dax symbiont. “Computer, put in a voice transmission to Captain Sisko.”

            “Sisko here.”

            “I’d like you to come to the infirmary right away.” Julian didn’t feel like discussing this over a communications channel.

            “Is it absolutely necessary, Doctor?” Sisko sounded exhausted.

            “I’m afraid so, Captain. It’s about the Dax symbiont.” Julian was feeling tired as well; he replicated a raktajino, double sweet and double strong.

            “I’ll be there shortly. Sisko out.”

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General comments and constructive criticism welcome. Feel free to comment. 

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.

COMING SOON:

Elim Dax