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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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CHAPTER XXXIX
Julian closed his eyes against a bright flash of light.
He was standing on Deep Space Nine on the second level of the Promenade by the turbolift nearest Quark's Bar. He turned and looked every direction. He turned at the sound of doors opening on the first level. What was happening? How did he get here? Was he back? That was not possible.
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Garak seized Julian and dragged him behind the sofa. He stroked the soft hair. He sniffed at Julian and eyed the wound through angrily sparking blue eyes. He gave a nuzzle to the soft throat.
“I will protect you, dear Julian.” Garak kissed over Julian lightly before he crept away behind the other furniture, watching the three Bajorans approaching the house. He recognized one as the leader of a notable Resistance Cell. Time to dispatch a few terrorists. He slid a hand into his jacket and withdrew a Cardassian phaser pistol. They would pay for what they had done to his Julian.
“Where did they go?” a woman's voice asked.
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“Hello. Garak, where are you?” Julian called, turning around. This place was Deep Space Nine, and it was not Deep Space Nine. “What the hell is going on? Garak!”
Julian wandered to one of the spiral staircases and moved silently down. He crept to where he could see the door of Garak's shop open. Light flowed around him and out of Garak's shop. A moment later Garak appeared amidst the light at his worktable.
He moved into the shop. He sighed with relief. Garak always knew a little more than him about everything. He would know what was going on, though he probably would not say anything to help Julian understand.
“Garak.”
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Garak looked over at Julian. The human was not moving. His body tensed as anger built. Those stupid superstitious savages would pay for hurting Julian. His eyes flashed as he took aim at the man. Julian would not want them harmed...but he could not allow sentiment to get in the way of his work. And Julian had been injured.
Phssst.
“Aach!” the man with a receding hairline fell back stunned.
Garak slipped around quickly and silently, keeping a piece of furniture between himself and the terrorists. He took aim and fired a second blast, raising the setting on the pistol from stun to kill. Julian must have changed the setting on the pistol. Gentle creature. Garak looked over at Julian. These animals did not deserve gentility. They killed Julian. He would find out who they were, and before he killed them, he would take away everything that they cared about.
Phsst.
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“Work is the answer.”
“Garak, what is going on?” Julian walked quickly toward his friend. He stopped on the other side of the work table. He reached forward, touching the hand that was cutting fabric.
“Julian,” Garak looked up. He held a bolt of blue fabric in his hands. His eyes turned down. He looked up a moment later and smiled his warmest and most charming smile. “Doctor, it is the middle of your shift. To what do I owe the pleasure?”
Julian stared at this Garak. A light shined down on him, making him seem to glow.
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A woman with long lighter red hair fell as a similar wound appeared in her upper thigh. Her weapon flew out of her reach as her knee slammed into floor. She moaned and rolled. Garak aimed and blasted her hands. He knew some excellent interrogation methods to use for these three. They would pay for Julian's injury with their own pound of flesh.
Garak hissed as the third knocked into him, slamming his wrist against the wall. His arm was slammed against the wall again, and he dropped the phaser. Garak twisted his body and slammed his elbow across the Bajoran man's cheek.
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“What are you doing, Garak? What is going on here?” Julian asked. “Why are we on the Station?”
Garak seemed to melt away. A trail of light zigzagged away from where he had been standing.
“GARAK!” Julian looked around. He raced out of Garak's Clothiers and looked down the hallways. “Garak.” He wandered in the direction the light was pointing.
Garak appeared with the same odd light shining around him on the second level of the Promenade.
“When will you return to me, Dear Doctor?”
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The man struggled as he reeled from the blow, releasing Garak's wrist. He tried to kick Garak's ribs.
Garak hissed furiously, and slammed his knee into his opponent's stomach.
CRACK. CRACK.
Garak slid a hand into his jacket and withdrew a knife. He plunged it into the other man's side between his eighth and ninth ribs on his right side.
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“Garak, what are you talking about? What is this?” Julian climbed the spiral staircase. He looked around. Where was everyone?
“Only time will tell, Doctor.”
“Garak! Garak!” Julian moved to grab him.
Julian raced after the shining apparition. Garak disappeared through one of the station's windows. The trail of light following him. He stared after the sparkling zigzagging light that passed through the windows on each side of the upper level of the Promenade.
A second flash of light momentarily blinded Julian. He gasped as he looked around, finding himself back in the Bajoran villa. He moaned at the pain in his shoulder. He rolled, remembering being shot. He looked over. The wound was superficial. He would be fine in a day or two after he treated himself with a dermal regenerator.
“ACH!”
The scream jolted Julian and he climbed to his feet. His body and mind went into double time as he saw Garak clutching the handle of a knife that was seated neatly in Shakaar's side.
Garak sneered at the blood flowing over his hand.. This hand to hand combat really was quite distasteful and uncivilized.
The Bajoran wheezed, trying to get his breath. He fell back. Blood came up in bubbles and dribbled out of his mouth.
Julian raced to Garak. The man's lung had to be punctured. He wrapped his arms around Garak.
Garak picked his foot up to kick right across the Bajoran's face with a look of vengeful pride and joy decorating his face. He shifted angrily as arms surrounded him. Whoever was trying to stop him would pay!
“Garak! No,” Julian hugged Garak, trying to tug the raging Cardassian back. His eyes locked on the Bajoran's face. DAMN IT! It had to be Shakaar.
Garak gave a shrug to dislodge the human so he could turn and see that Julian was okay.
Julian fell away and Garak's shoulder hit his injury. He yelped with pain. He pressed a hand to the area around the injury, cradling it.
Garak spun to Julian at the sharp pained noise. He saw the human huddled with pain. He turned back to his job. Julian was alive.
The Bajoran man twisted away and moved to grab a discarded phaser.
Garak caught the movement out the corner of his eye. He twisted and slammed a foot down, crushing the hand before it could close around the phaser. He reached down picking the weapon up, grinding his heel down more harshly on the hand.
The man wheezed. He stared at them through large eyes.
“Don't hurt him, please.” Julian wrapped his arms around Garak, sliding his hands to rest on the Cardassian's shoulders.
“Let go, Julian. I am not going to kill him,” Garak said, jabbing the phaser at the Bajorans. He would turn them over to the troops for execution. Besides, the power cell of his weapon had been cracked.
Julian tugged on Garak. He pressed closer to the Cardassian.
“Calm down. It's alright.” He pressed a soft kiss to the back of Garak's neck ridges. “Were you injured?”
Garak relaxed back in Julian's arms. He smiled at the injured Bajorans. A good execution was exactly what they needed.
The Bajorans quivered as he kept the phaser leveled at them. They shifted slightly back and forth. The woman crept close to the man and was looking him over.
“I would stay where you are,” Garak said, keeping his eyes on them.
Julian moved around Garak, keeping a hand on the Cardassian. The Bajorans needed medical attention. Julian slid his hand from Garak's shoulder, moving toward the injured Bajorans.
Garak looped an arm around Julian. He jerked the human close and stroked his hand across the top of Julian's injured shoulder.
Julian wiggled back at the sting. He grimaced, twisting away from the hand.
Garak hissed at the injury. He moved to give the Bajoran another kick across the face.
“It's fine.” Julian moved his hands quickly to Garak's neck ridges to keep the Cardassian where he wanted him. He rubbed them softly. “They need help. I am going to help them.”
“Why? They would be happy to kill you,” Garak said, allowing Julian to nudge him back. The soothing pressure on his ridges was helping his head to clear some. “You should care for yourself first.”
“My wounds are superficial compared to these,” Julian said, stooping and looking Shakaar over. He reached for the bag of basic medical supplies on the sofa. “This man is your friend.”
Garak kept the phaser pointed at the Bajorans. A low hiss vibrated in his chest and was punctuated by occasional thumps.
“He is a Cardassian. All he cares about is doing what is to his advantage,” Shakaar said, holding a hand to his side where the knife had stabbed him. “He would leave his own father to rot if he thought it was to his advantage.”
“No, he wouldn't.” Julian said, glowering at the man.
Garak felt a surge of pride at Julian's words. Tain would never allow himself to be captured. But the human's confidence in him to do everything to help his family filled him with a nearly indescribable emotion. Julian was practically family to him and he would never let the human be injured without swift and severe reprisal to the injurer.
A loud groan sounded from the man outside.
“My friend,” Julian looked back at Garak.
Garak met his eyes and sighed. It was sweet for Julian to consider him friend, and wiser to call him friend than master. Julian was going to be thoroughly cuddled tonight. He would make sure the dear man was never damaged again.
The Bajoran lying outside the window picked himself up. He looked inside and groaned loudly at the pain shooting through his body.
“Glad you woke up and are ready to join the party,” Garak said, swiveling the phaser to point at the man's chest.
The man stared at Julian. His eyes were wide as he stared at the bracelets.
“My friend is not your enemy. If I told you what he has done,” Julian said, reading the tricorder.
“What he's done,” the light red haired woman said. “Killing Children, slicing and dicing Bajorans for fun and excitement.”
“Enough.” the other man said, looking over at her for a moment. “Look at his wrists, Lupaza.”
“What about them?”
Julian looked back and forth between the two. He shifted a bit.
The Bajoran approached Julian with a wide eyed look.
Garak shifted forward with large eyes. He hissed menacingly. If he touched Julian...
“They left eight-hundred years ago. The lightships that made it to Cardassia. They went on the wrists of our ancestors. The prophecy states, 'When the Prophet's treasures return to their celestial home, the one bound to them will show the ancient power to one who was his enemy. When loyalties are questioned, the enemies will hold true to ancient power that binds them together. This power will mark the beginning of a new life.' The Celestial Temple will be discovered soon. The Emissary is coming.”
Garak sighed, watching Julian. The human was being far too friendly—especially to people who had just been trying to kill them. The fact that they had failed miserably was beside the point.
Julian looked between them, before he began tending to the stab wound and the broken bones.
“I am sure that you can read the signs of the time in which you live,” Julian said, fixing the broken ribs.
The woman winced at the pain in her hands, and kept her eyes on Garak.
Garak made a softly threatening gesture, and she shrank back.
“This is the evening of the withdrawal from Bajor.” Julian said. “It won't be long till the Central Command leave the planet.”
The Bajorans seemed to lift with pride. They had fought so long for freedom. They would be free. The Cardassians would finally leave, and it would be soon.
“Yesterday, my friend—that Cardassian sitting over there.” Julian looked over at Garak and smiled. “At the Interrogation Facility in the capital city, the troops brought in some prisoners for questioning after a bombing.” Julian tucked the knife Garak had stabbed Shakaar with into his medical bag. “None of the prisoners were more than fourteen years old.”
The Bajorans' faces hardened as they glared at Garak.
“They knew nothing. They were children.” Julian blinked rapidly as he scanned Shakaar, seeing no further injuries. “So he let them go. He gave them the small amount of money in his pockets and released them back into the streets.”
The Bajorans looked over at Garak.
“He took pity on those children, and he is facing an official inquiry now. We leave for Cardassia in two days.”
“Why did he attack us then?” Shakaar asked, looking over at Garak with suspicion.
Julian moved over and began taking care of the woman's hands. It did not take long.
“You attacked us first. My friend would never allow an injury to me to go unpunished. He is not evil, despite what you think.” Julian looked over at Garak who was sitting with an expressionless face. He smiled at the Cardassian. “He saved me when we first met as well. I was alone, and he approached me to be my friend. He is a thoughtful man, and I am glad that we met. Even though I did not understand him for a long time. I don't know what I would do without him.”
Garak sighed. “Are you almost done, Julian?” He watched the human and the Bajorans for any sign that they were scheming on his soft-hearted friend. Did Julian mean that? Did he really care so much for an old Cardassian who was a top spy of an enemy to Starfleet and the Federation?
“You'll be fine in a few days, but I would take it easy.” Julian said, looking around at the Bajorans.
The Bajorans clumped together, watching Garak.
“Get out of here,” he said, glaring at them. At least, then he would have Julian to himself. He had no use for these prisoners. This was not his job.
“We are sorry for injuring you,” the balding man said. “We will make sure the Resistance avoids this house in the future. You are soon to answer the prophecy.” He looked them over. “I wish you well.”
The Bajorans raced away from the house and into the woods. They never looked back.
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