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CHAPTER XXXVIII

Julian looked around as they materialized outside the gate of a large vineyard.

Kava saplings grew in neat lines in the rich dark brown soil. Large Bajoran butterflies flitted around flashing their blue and purple wings. A gravel road stretched back toward a line of large trees laden with fruit.

Dukat gave an authorization code, and the forcefield dropped. They walked through the gate and the forcefield reactivated.

“Come,” Garak gave the leash a sharp snap. “You are going too slowly.” Garak made a soft hissing noise. Dukat needed to be taken from power. He was just so annoying.

Julian glared and tugged back. He wanted to look around a little, and he was walking only two steps behind Garak. He was not dawdling. Garak was on a power-trip, and he was being dragged along.

“You have a patient,” Garak reminded the uppity human. Julian's brazenness was good. He was such a flirt. He reached back and cupped the nape of Julian's neck. It would be easy to hurt Julian, but the human was so delightfully engaging and delicate—Garak could not bring himself to do it. Besides the human was proving to be an amazingly attuned asset.

Julian nodded and moved forward. He scowled at the leash and took it in his hand. He began to swing it in circles, alternating the direction of the spin every twenty-five turns.

“Would you stop that?”

“You can let me off the leash,” he said, lowering his chin a little and tilting his head to the right. He held the leash still. “Have I ever tried to run away from you?” He pressed his nose to Garak's neckridge.

Garak halted and pulled Julian close. He sniffed the line of Julian's neck, and dipped a hand close to tease the human's sternal notch. If Julian was built as a Cardassian, his heart would be under there. But Julian was human. He slid his down and to the right.

Julian wiggled a little as Garak's mouth pressed to the shell of his ear as they followed Dukat to the large house behind several long lines of jumja trees. They practically had an audience. Surely, Garak did not want Dukat to know how 'special' Julian was to him. Julian twisted, exposing his jugular to Garak.

“Do you promise to behave yourself? You promise that you will be good, that you won't try to run away?” Garak asked. Julian would keep his word. He was a soft little human. Humans believed in their word. Besides, he believed that someone needed his medical attention. He would not sacrifice another life for his own. It made him quite adorable, in a certain kind of way.

“I won't try to escape,” Julian said. Who knew what would happen if he did escape? He did not want to meet the resistance, not without ridges on his nose. Who knew what they would think of him? He would certainly been seen as the enemy. He was clearly kept pampered and well-fed. They certainly needed doctors, but he could not help them. He had to avoid causing disturbances to the timeline. Unless, he was supposed to help them. He hated Temporal Mechanics. “I promise.”

Garak nodded and released Julian when they arrived at the door of the house.

The door slid open and they walked inside.

Enormous paintings of mountains and monasteries decorated the walls. A large chandelier hung from the ceiling and glittered in the light of the rising Bajoran moons. A large room stood to their right, separated from the entrance hall by dark wood and glass doors. Two long blue couches arranged opposite each other stood on each side of a large stone fireplace. A long coffee table set with a small computer communicator was between them.

“Skrain?” A woman in a long purple dress appeared almost instantly. Long blond hair flowed down her back, and her dark brown eyes glinted with unshed tears. “You're here.”

Julian adjusted the strap on his shoulder. It was loaded with medical supplies. Hopefully, it would contain what would be needed to treat Ziyal.

“Yes, Naprem,” he said, moving to her. Dukat locked fingers with her. “This human is a Federation doctor. He belongs to Mr.—Kamar. The human will help us. He is quite skilled.”

“We can trust him?” she asked, leaning against Dukat. She ran her finger over Dukat's chin ridges.

Dukat wrapped his arms around her.

“Doctor Bashir would not do anything to hurt anyone. It is part of being a Federation doctor.” Dukat opened a drawer behind him.

“I'll take him upstairs to the infirmary.” Naprem said, reaching for Julian. “She needs help.”

Julian stepped up the first few steps, passing Dukat as the Cardassian motioned that he should walk behind Naprem.

Garak started to follow Julian up the stairs.

“Not so fast, Kamar.” Dukat said, stepping between Garak and Julian. He aimed a phaser at Garak's forehead, pressing the barrel to the spoon indentation. “I don't think so. You are staying right here.”

“Skrain.” Naprem said, stepping back. She rested a hand over her chest.

Julian reached into his bag. His fingers searched deftly for the hypospray containing merfadon. Stupid Dukat! He locked eyes with Garak as he found it.

“Take the doctor, Naprem.” Dukat said, keeping his eyes locked with Garak's. “I'm not going to hurt him, Naprem. But I do not want to take any chances.”

Garak took a step back, keeping his face impassive as Tain and the State School for Intelligence had taught him so rigorously. His eyes shifted to Julian. He had underestimated Dukat.

Julian reached out pressing the hypo to the back of Dukat's neck.

Garak stepped out of the way allowing Dukat to collapse to the floor as the merfadon took affect instantly.

“Excellent work, Julian,” Garak said, moving forward to get the phaser from Dukat. He stepped over Dukat as if he were a mud puddle. “Now, let's go see this patient of yours.” Garak smiled disarmingly at Julian. Julian was so crafty. He would have to show his appreciation later for it.

“I'm sorry, Garak, but you're not coming,” Julian said, his hand flashing out and pressing the hypo to the largest Cardassian neck vein.

Garak's jaw dropped in shock before he fell to the ground unconscious.

“What did you do to them?” Naprem asked, looking the men over.

“I sedated them. They'll be fine. Shall we go see to the patient?” Julian asked, nodding at the stairs.

“Will they be okay?”

“They will wake up in four hours or so,” Julian said. “Unless I give them the counter agent.”

Naprem looked at them.

“Why?”

“Neither of them could be left conscious with the other unconscious. They do not like each other, but pure hatred is no excuse for hurting someone,” Julian said. He turned, seeming to remember something. He reached down and took the phaser up. “Are there more weapons in here?”

“No, just that one phaser,” Naprem said, leaning down and touching Dukat's neck. She stroked her fingers through the black hair.

Julian removed the power cell from the phaser and tucked it in his pocket. He tossed the phaser aside.

“Now, about the patient.” Julian said. “I understand she is not well.”

“Of course,” Naprem said, looking back at the men. She turned and slipped past Julian to lead him up the stairs. “She is in there. I will get the men on the couches. I don't want them to be uncomfortable.”

“Please let him sleep. I do not want him to hurt my friend.”

“I will. I am going to put them both on the sofas.”

Julian nodded.

“He just wanted to protect our daughter. You can't tell your,” Naprem's eyes locked on the necklace around Julian's neck and the bracelets on his wrists. “Your friend. They would kill her.”

“I'm not going to tell anyone about her,” Julian said, looking into the woman's eyes. “I mean to help her, not see her injured.”

Naprem smiled, eying the bracelets again, and left him. She hugged herself as she moved away. The human was sent here.

Julian turned and walked into the bedroom.

“Ziyal. Hello, my name is Julian.”

The adolescent half-Bajoran, half-Cardassian girl looked up at him. She had a pinched expression on her face that Julian recognized.

“It hurts,” she said, clutching her midsection.

“Yes, your father said you needed help, that you had not been feeling well,” Julian said, taking out a tricorder. “May I?”

Ziyal nodded, biting her lip as pain shot through her body.

“What's wrong?”

“My stomach hurts. It feels like knives are cutting through my lower stomach.” Ziyal pushed the blanket off and pointed at her abdomen between her hips. “I have cramps and everything hurts.”

“This will help with the pain,” Julian said, giving her two cc's of triptacederine for the pain.

Julian stared at the readings. He could see a partially forming object in her stomach. Just as he suspected.

“Have you ever had a fertility cycle?” Julian asked, closing the tricorder.

“What do you mean?” Ziyal asked.

“I am not entirely sure what to expect your fertility cycles to be like,” Julian lied. He had helped Ziyal through more than a dozen of her cycles. “Given that you are half Bajoran and half Cardassian. They experience fertility quite differently. Cardassians are ovoviviparous generally but the embryo can develop oviparously depending on the situation, whereas Bajorans are viviparous.”

Ziyal's eyes were wide with confusion.

“Cardassians do not have direct nutrient exchange with their embryos. They, instead, nutrient load what is called a yolk, to nourish the embryo after fertilization and until birth, and a leathery shell forms around it for protection. The baby is born when the egg hatches within the mother. That is what is called ovoviviparous. However, in extreme conditions, the mother may be forced to expel the egg before term, and the egg still has a chance to develop. Bajorans, however, nourish their young with a placenta and direct nutrients from the mother for a period of five months. They then give birth to a live child. Your system appears to be functioning as something of a mixture between the two. Have you been unusually hungry?”

Ziyal nodded, sitting up as the last of her pain dissipated.

“I've been eating almost five times what I usually eat.”

“Quite normal for a Cardassian and a Bajoran entering a fertility cycle.” Julian said. “You are going to be just fine. You have nothing to worry about.”

“What do you mean by a mixture of both?” Ziyal asked.

“It is only a postulation, mind you. But I believe you will expel this egg in the next day or two.” Julian said. “Bajorans have what is called a menstrual cycle. They expel unused reproductive material. Cardassians retain their yolk, and can become pregnant at virtually any time, or if there is a time of less food, they can reabsorb nutrients. I have some literature that can explain this. Like a Bajoran, you will expel the unused reproductive material, and like a Cardassian, it is neatly being put together into an egg.” Julian reached into his bag. He removed a padd and a hypospray. “I think you will need more than this. You will need to have your shell glands stimulated. They are a little under-developed. Cardassian females are generally not fertile till they are sixteen or seventeen. I am sure your father can get what you will need.”

“Where is my father? He said he would be here for me.”

“He is downstairs. I will go and send him up. I think this may go any number of ways. I would feel better if I stay with you till the egg is expelled. And we get you the hormone you need to get your shell glands working at capacity. That is the cause of most of the pain. They are working too hard to do a job that they are not physically ready to do.”

Ziyal nodded.

“Thank you.”

“After we have an idea of what to expect, we can better predict your next fertility cycle. And with those glands developed, I think it will be a much more gentle one.”

Ziyal nodded.

“I'll go and send your father up,” Julian said. He stood up and went back down to where the Cardassians were. He peered through the windows and saw each of them splayed on a sofa.

Naprem stroked her fingers through Dukat's hair and rubbing his neck ridges.

“How is she?” she asked when she saw Julian come into the room.

“She'll be just fine.” Julian assured, smiling warmly. “It is just her first fertility cycle. She will need some hormones that I do not have available to me at the moment, but I am sure that Gul Dukat will get them for her. It should not be a difficult thing to get.”

Julian moved to Dukat. He placed the hypo to the large neck and administered the medicine to counteract the merfadon.

“What happened?” Dukat asked, opening his eyes. He smiled as he looked up into Naprem's face. She was so beautiful. “How is she?”

Naprem helped Dukat to sit up and whispered quietly in his ear, rubbing his shoulders.

Julian did not answer. He placed the hypo to Garak's neck administering the same counter medication. He knelt and petted Garak's thighs.

Garak sat up quickly, glaring at Julian as he came awake. The human had knocked him unconscious, for no good reason. He would beat the human's firm ass for this indignity. He closed his eyes as his vision swam.

Julian reached for Garak. He petted the dark hair and neck ridges. He knew it would comfort Garak.

Garak wrapped an arm around Julian, squeezing him. He would beat the human's ass, and Julian would thank him for the punishment. Julian was wrong to treat him that way. He snuggled Julian. He would let the human think he was safe from reprisal.

“Gul Dukat, the patient was asking to see you.” Julian said, not looking away from Garak. He pressed close to the Cardassian as Garak's arms tightened. “And I need to talk to you about some medication that I will need to be sure this situation does not repeat itself. I left a pad by her nightstand with the medication listed.”

Dukat stood, taking Naprem's hand.

“Thank you, Julian.”

“I want to see the patient again in the morning, or sooner if the patient needs me. I know what is happening, but not how it will all play out,” Julian said. “I want to make sure everything goes fine.”

“You--” Dukat said, pointing at Garak. That man had to go.

Naprem put a hand on Dukat's arm.

Julian stretched up blocking Garak's body with his own. Dukat still needed him. One of his children would be utterly distraught if Julian did not come back, and another still needed some medical help.

Dukat lowered his hand. He promised Palira that she would see Julian again in four days. He would not break his word to one of his children.

“I will see to the patient.” Dukat said, “If you,” he pointed at Garak, “come in that room, I will kill you.”

Naprem followed Dukat, holding his hand.

Garak glared after him. What an extreme over reaction. He bristled, about to snarl out a response.

Dukat glared, snatching his phaser from the table as he walked up the stairs.

“That man is going to try to kill me, Julian,” Garak said. “You have delivered me like a Zabu lamb to be slaughtered.”

Julian slid a hand into his pocket and removed the power cell.

“I won't let him hurt you,” Julian said, pressing the power cell into Garak's hand. “and I won't let you hurt him.” Julian stroked the ocular ridge. “There was no reason. I believe he had a good reason for keeping you from the patient, but there was no reason to point a phaser at your head. I had a good reason too.” Julian's mind began percolating. He had to come up with a lie that would touch Garak in some way.

Garak raised a hand to bat the human away.

Julian moved back to look into Garak's face. He still did not find the answers as readily as he wished he could.

“Garak, I did not hurt you. And I did not break any rules.”

“Why?” Garak asked, scowling at Julian. The human backed away. He would not harm Julian.

Julian moved back to Garak, placing his cheek in Garak's lap. He rubbed Garak's thigh.

Garak looked down at him.

“Why what?” Julian asked. He thought over everything he had learned about Cardassian thinking. He had to give Garak an answer that would gratify some part of his ego, and he had to be subtle. He could not allow Garak to think any part of him insincere.

“Why did you worry about me meeting the patient?” Garak asked, opening his legs to allow Julian to snuggle between them.

Julian stroked Garak, rubbing closer. He nudged Garak's legs a little more apart and curled between them. He rubbed the inside of Garak's thigh before sliding a hand over the Cardassian's calf.

“Well, Dukat said some things that led me to infer that my patient was female.” Julian said, not elaborating. Say as little as possible to answer a question. Wait for the Cardassian to continue the subject. They will. They are insatiably curious. They can not help themselves. They love conversation, and they love to feel in control.

“Why would that matter?” Garak asked, petting the thick hair. He would make sure the human could not sit for a week, but he wanted an explanation before he punished him.

Julian worked his face into a half scowl, half pout.

“What if you thought the Bajoran woman was more lovely than me?” Julian said, taking Garak's hand and kissing it a little. “I was one of very few male partners at Vilak Rasha.” He rested the back of Garak's hand against his cheek.

Garak's mind went into action. The human was jealous of him. No one had ever been jealous of him before. He had been concerned about being replaced. Julian could not be replaced. He thought he had been clear on that point. This was partly his fault.

Julian wiggled. He teased the hip ridges some more.

“You were worried that my head would be turned by another?” Garak asked. Seeing how Dukat was behaving. It was an easy conclusion to jump to. Julian had mentioned Comfort slaves before, but Garak had explained the prevalent Cardassian view of them. While Dukat was a minority in having a fertile wife and a mistress...it would be easy to see how Julian could be upset and want to keep what was his. Though, Garak hardly was Julian's property. Humans did tend to be a little possessive by nature. Julian might not be able to help it. Garak stroked the soft dark hair and petted the sides of Julian's face.

“That is what I said, isn't it?” Julian asked, letting a little sass creep into his tone.

Garak leaned down and pulled Julian closer.

“No one is as lovely as you.” Garak rubbed the human. His tone, while unacceptable, was sweet. It was nice to have someone jealous of him. “And no one is as enjoyable a dining partner as you. You are engaging and lovely. I made it clear that you are valuable.”

Julian hid his face in Garak's stomach. It was working. It was really working. He shifted a little, remembering his irritable advice to Garak when he first saw the interest in Dukat's illegitimate daughter. He wondered a little at himself, but shoved the memory aside. It did no good to dwell on that. He needed to concentrate on the conversation, and not split his attention.

“But you insinuated that you might sell me at the restaurant. And that you might let that Legate touch me.”

“Was I not expressly clear that no one is touching you, despite the impression I may or may not have given Legate Kell?”

“You lie all the time,” Julian said, sliding a hand up to rest over the heart plate. He flexed his stomach muscles against the sensitive plate behind which Garak's genitals were stored.

“Would you have me any other way?” Garak asked, holding in the hiss of pleasure. The human was delicious.

Julian shook his head. “But I want to know that I am important, and I do not like diplomatic answers about selling me. It worries me. I want you to tell the next person who tries to buy me or solicit my 'services' to go screw themselves.” Julian teased his hand softly to Garak's chin ridges.

Garak leaned down and kissed Julian softly.

“I think we can arrange a more polite way of saying that. However, saying I will consider it is the polite way of saying not in a million years.”

Julian smiled.

“Get in my lap, Julian,” Garak said, tugging Julian up and bending him across his lap. Garak gently rubbed the human's shoulders. Julian needed to be claimed. Afterward, he would not have such insecurities. Attacking him had been wrong of Julian. But if Julian was that insecure, it was his fault for not keeping the human reassured.

Julian relaxed quickly under the careful rubbing. This was nice. He hid his face in the arm of the sofa. He had played Garak. He had never played Garak before. Garak wanted a partner to be jealous of him. Garak had clearly engaged in guarding him, both on the station at times and here. He shifted. Garak guarding him on the station. He shoved the thoughts away.

Garak smiled as he shifted Julian forward so his hips rested in Garak's lap. He teased over the human's gluteal muscles, watching them tense and relax as he did so. He raised his hand. The human had to know that there was no excuse for attacking him. He would not punish him as harshly in this case as he had thought he would. Jealousy was an endearing trait, and insecurity in Julian was his fault. However--

Julian wiggled a little.

Garak placed a hand on Julian's lower back.

Julian wiggled. The rubbing had felt so good. He had a partial hard on from it.

Ten swats would be enough to teach his lover to use words next time.

SMACK!

“HEY!” Julian shouted, struggling against the hand on his back. Pain shot through his ass and he thrashed.

SMACK!

“Use your words. Tell me your concerns next time, Julian. You said you would be good,” Garak chastised.

SMACK!

“I did not break any of your rules! And I probably saved your life.” Ju'lian yelped as the hand smacked him a fourth time. He was not going to be spanked like a naughty child. He arched his back up hard and dislodged Garak's hand. He rolled to the floor and darted away. He moved behind the other sofa.

“Now, you are breaking rules,” Garak said, standing and advancing on Julian. Garak breathed harder. The human looked glorious.

Julian scrunched his nose up. The bastard. Garak had been planning to spank him the whole time they were talking.

“Now, Julian that is not a nice face.”

“Get used to it. I thought you were going to be nicer to me.”

“I was going to beat your ass so you would not sit for a week, until you gave your explanation.” Garak said. “I was only going to give ten swats, but now you have broken a rule.”

“I did not deserve it,” Julian said.

Phssssst.

Julian spun, looking out the window. In the distance, he could see phaser fire. Bajorans were advancing toward the house in the moonlight.

Garak stormed around the table. He made a grab for Julian.

“Garak, get down,” Julian said, shoving Garak as a blue energy blast burst the glass window and collided with Julian's shoulder.

Julian looked down at the injury as he sank to his knees, swallowing as the pain flooded his system.

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