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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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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