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Tears of Time	By : ShriTal88 Category: Star Trek > Deep Space 9 Views: 2325 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Julian stooped at her side. He reached around her, placing a hand on her hip to help her to stand.

“Are you okay?”

She backed from him, squinting and scrunching her nose as she looked over at the Cardassian attached to the other end of Julian's leash.

“It's alright,” he said, looking up at Garak. “He won't hurt you.”

“I never thought he would,” she said, curling her lip up at Garak and stiffening her shoulders. “He is as manipulative as they come. And far from stupid.” She gave Garak a sarcastic sugary smile. She looked about and moved a hand in a sweeping gesture to show off all the military officers in the room. A silver bracelet with circular blue stones set between outward turned crescents decorated her wrist and caught Julian's attention briefly.

Garak took a step back. If the stupid human female decided to make a ruckus, they would be dead. Well, he would be, and Julian would find himself in an environment like a Breen winter without a thermal blanket. Lucky that she seemed disinclined to do so—for the moment, at least.

She offered her hand to Julian as he helped her up. She winced, eying Garak as if he were a piece of scum she had stepped in and now had to clean from her shoe. She clung to Julian's arm, stretching her injured leg. She kept her eyes locked on Garak.

“Damn leg,” she hissed in Kardassi. She looked down at the mostly empty glass. “Who are you?”

“I'm Julian,” Julian said. He smiled at her.

“Nice to meet you,” she said, giving Garak another look.

“Do you know my master?” Julian asked, looking between them. He almost grinned at the expression on Garak's face.

Garak reached out, putting his hands on Julian's shoulders.

“Well enough.” Tskara dropped her hand from Julian's arm to take the railing by the steps.

“We have never met, Madam. But I know you by reputation,” Garak said, inclining his head ever so slightly. “You are a credit to all off-worlders. I am Agent Regnar. It is a pleasure.”

“That is all yours,” she said, curtsying lightly.

“Are you alright?” Julian draped an arm around her waist when she wobbled.

“Fine,” she said, looking at Garak. “I need to get back to Legate Ghemor. And I know who you are.” She looked around and leaned close before hissing. “Mr. Garak.”

“So we are all friends,” Garak said, beaming at her. “I had information to share with the Legate's daughter. We'll accompany you to the table.”

“Splendid,” Tskara said, turning her back on Garak. She walked back up and put the mostly empty glass back in the replicator. She closed her eyes, resting her hands against the wall for a moment as she breathed heavily.

Julian put a hand on her shoulder.

Tskara pulled back and looked at Garak. She limped as quickly as she could for the table. Her eyes were drawn to the legate and Iliana, entirely ignoring the Cardassian woman.

“Tskara, where is your drink?”

“I changed my mind,” she said, sliding onto the seat and curling against the legate.

“Are you sure?” he asked, directing her to lean across his lap, resting her cheek on his elbow opposite as he rubbed her back. He directed his attention to Garak then.

“What can I do for you, Agent Regnar?” Iliana asked, sitting straighter and making eye contact with Garak.

Tskara clutched the legate's arm and kept her eyes on the twenty-eight year old Cardassian.

Iliana passed Tskara the remaining bites of her larish pie. The human woman finished the bites of the crust that Iliana had never liked.

“Tomorrow morning.”

A choked noise came from Tskara as she hid her face. She dug her nails into Ghemor's forearm. She wiped her tears in the crook of his elbow.

“I also was hoping to request some time with your Tskara.” Garak said, smiling at the human female draped in the officer's lap.

“I am sure Tskara will be happy to do most anything you request.” Iliana gave Tskara a stern look.

“Some fresh air is always good for treasured and trusted companions.” Garak gestured toward the window behind the Ghemor's table.

“Allowing slaves some time to socialize in safety and privacy of a fine garden is far preferable to that ring, isn't it?” Iliana said, placing her napkin on the table.

“The temperature outside is more to their tastes.”

“I would like to take a walk with Tskara, Father,” Iliana said, sliding over to stand as her mother moved.

Tskara placed a hand comfortingly on Ghemor's arm, rising.

“A walk would be nice,” she said, kissing the edge of Legate Ghemor's right ocular ridge.

“Be mindful and careful. I would not want you to slip in the rain.”

Tskara kissed the side of Legate Ghemor's right ocular ridge again and smiled sweetly.

“Have fun on your walk,” Legate Ghemor said, holding out his palm and placing it against Tskara's as she returned the gesture.

Tskara nodded. Iliana brushed the human's wrist and started toward the door with Tskara following.

Julian looked back at the Ghemors once more before he left and saw that the Cardassian woman was holding the legate by the diamond shaped plate at the front of all Cardassian military uniforms. She was in his face and hissing at him.

Tskara walked a step behind Iliana as they walked out into the garden. A light mountain rain drizzled and large trees laden with light purple blossoms shaded everything comfortably. The stone walkways were covered with a swept upward roof and set atop curves reminiscent of the curves to Deep Space Nine's upper pylons. Red lights emanating a gentle warmth lined the main walkways.

“Keep me in your line of vision, Julian.” Garak unhooked the leash. “You two go off and talk.”

Tskara touched Iliana's arm. She stroked it softly.

“I want to stay with you,” she said, turning her lip up at Garak.

Iliana shook her head. “Keep me in sight. I don't want you to get hurt. Father would kill me.”

“He would never hurt you. He loves you so much.” Tskara blinked rapidly, touching the side of Iliana's face lightly.

“I know,” Iliana said, hushing Tskara.

Tskara looked around and saw no one in the vicinity. She leaned forward and briefly wrapped her arms around Iliana. She stroked the long black hair and pulled back. She looked at the spoon indentation on the girl's forehead, painted a rich shade of blue.

“Go on,” Iliana said, looking away. “I'll keep an eye on you.”

Tskara moved to Julian's side, watching him with the same curiosity, but none of the lust, of the Cardassians in general.

“Is it alright for them to be attached?” Garak asked, looking Tskara over as her nose crinkled in disdain as she looked at him.

Tskara tipped her nose in the air a little, turning her head away from Julian and Garak.

“Trouble tends to find him.”

Iliana nodded. Tskara could mostly keep an eye on the human male. She was a good babysitter.

Julian looked at Garak.

“I can...”

Garak turned a stony look on Julian, stemming the flow from his mouth before he got more than started.

“Stay with Tskara. You could learn something from her.”

“Do so,” Iliana instructed, pointing at Julian's arm.

Tskara looped her arm through Julian's and sneered at Garak, stalking away with Julian in tow. She veered to the right, taking him off the main path and away from the heat lamps.

Julian sighed as the refreshing mist cooled his face and hair.

“Your master is very fond of you. It's a shame that you and himself are the only people for whom he has any regard,” Tskara said, leading Julian onto an uncovered dirt path that wound through the garden. She kept Garak's and Iliana's faces in sight as she tugged Julian through the vegetation.

“How did you know Garak's name?” Julian asked, allowing himself to be led.

“I live with a Legate and a relatively high ranking operative of the Obsidian Order. I could shock the Alpha Quadrant with the information about the Union to which I am privy.”

“What makes you think that he cares for me?” Julian asked. Garak was possessive, but that was not the same as caring. He should not ask questions about the Cardassian Union. It was intrusive and could probably earn him a court martial when he got back.

“Simple deduction, Shoggoth. He is very protective of you. You are wearing a jevonite necklace. He seduced you into grinding against him as a message to the whole room. The way he pouted when you did not sit close to him. The way he protected you from Legate Kell, an officer known for his brutality to non-Cardassians. By the way, Kell is looking for another slave, because his last suffered an—accident.”

Julian almost snorted.

“Yes, you have been with the Cardassians for a week. You, naturally, have a better knack for reading them than I do. I have only lived with them for forty years.”

“You can't possibly be that old.”

“I assure you that I am slightly over fifty years of age. Now hush.”

Julian quieted as Tskara crept around to a large fountain topped by a man in a military uniform. It was filled with tiny silver fish.

Tskara sat on the lip of the fountain, hugging Julian's arm as she eyed Garak and Iliana who were twenty yards or so away. She was watching their lips carefully.

“How can you know what they are saying?” Julian asked, looking out at the Cardassians.

“Shush.” Tskara said.

“But without the universal...”

“Do you not know when it is time to be quiet?” Tskara said, smacking Julian softly in the back of the head. “I want to know where Iliana is going. No one seems to think I can handle the knowledge.”

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