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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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“You can wear both articles I've chosen for you, or neither,” Garak said, drying himself as he went into his closet and took out a dark green suit for himself.

Julian pulled the clothes on, glaring at Garak.

“You wouldn't parade me around naked, would you?”

“I was merely concerned for your comfort.”

“You also are the one who ordered me cut out of my uniform, and put a collar on me. Where was your concern then?” Julian said, leaning toward Garak.

Garak reached out and took the control from the counter.

“Sir.”

“You were not nude for long, then.”

“Because I was wearing a shock collar like a bad puppy? And it was longer than I would chose to be nude in front of them. But you are Elim Garak. You will do as you please, the comfort of others be damned.”

“I sent them away.”

Julian mumbled mocked Garak under his breath.

“I'm going to let that slide.”

“Like you could hear it.”

“You are being very flirtatious, Doctor.”

“We're arguing!”

“Conversation is one skill at which all Cardassians excel. It is the only way to attract a mate. And you are a most determined flirt. You are certainly not to be talking to the guests.”

“Did you ever think of being honest with a mate?”

“What is rule number one?” Garak finished dressing.

“Sir.” Julian intoned, rolling his eyes. He jumped away before Garak could smack him and darted out into the bedroom. “Acch.”

Julian grabbed a bed post as a shock went through him. He panted as it ended, leaning forward over the bed. He transferred his hands to the mattress as he tried to catch his breath.

“Rule number four,” Garak said, walking over to him. “No dodging punishment and no escape attempts.”

Julian bit his lip as a residual tremor made his muscles jump.

Garak touched his back, sliding his hand up the spinal column in a way he knew to be soothing after receiving shocks.

The sound of a door chime echoed through the house.

“My guest is here.”

Julian looked up at him. Tain was going to be here. The man who would exile Garak. The man who locked a little Garak in a closet. The man who rejoiced in Garak's pain.

“Remember the rules for this evening.”

Julian nodded, following Garak. He had to play along with this asinine game. But he was sure he could get through to Garak. And if any man could help him return to his time, Garak was him. And right now, for Garak's sake, he needed to do as he was told, even if he was not receiving a full explanation behind the importance. Tain was dangerous, and would exile Garak in the future and think on his exile with joy.

“Enter,” Garak said, stopping in the entrance hall, and keeping Julian a step behind him.

The door slid open and a trim figure dressed in an impeccable blue and silver suit. He was holding a bottle of electric blue kanar.

“Enabran, how good to see you.”

The man stepped into the house.

“Working hard as usual, Elim,” Tain said, looking at Julian who looked back at him with a cold impassive look. “I hope he isn't causing you discomfort.”

“You know the pride and relish I take in a job well done.” Garak said, casting a look back at Julian when he sensed the human shifting.

Julian quickly lowered his gaze.

“Yes,” Tain said. “When a wumpet is adopted, it is for life.”

“Without his own kind, he depends on me.”

Tain was quiet as they walked into a small kitchen with scant lighting.

A bowl of tojal stew, some kind of salad made with green and purple Cardassian vegetables, and a plate of boiled tespar eggs were on the counter. The table was set for two.

Garak motioned to the older Cardassian to pick his seat first.

Tain took the seat, facing the window, and put his napkin on his lap.

Garak took his seat, also placing his napkin on his lap.

“Bring the food over, Doctor,” Garak said, motioning to the table as Tain poured two glasses of kanar.

Julian carried the stew over first, placing it in the middle of the table. He placed the eggs to Garak's right and the salad to Garak's left.

“Already learned how to properly set a table in only one day.” Tain said, eying Julian as he moved to kneel on a pillow placed to the left of Garak's chair.

Julian looked at Garak, sitting back on his heels.

He stopped listening to the conversation, focusing on watching Garak, looking for his friend in this man. He looked like Garak, smiled like Garak, sounded like Garak.

Garak reached down with a spoonful of stew for Julian every two he took.

“...doctor will come in for questioning.”

Julian shifted closer to Garak, touching his leg. What could he tell him? How could he ensure him he spoke the truth? He ached to caution Garak. But he couldn't. If Garak knew the truth, it could change history. The Federation needed Garak to be on their side during the war that was so soon to occur to this world. But Garak was his friend.

“He is a little egotist, isn't he? Automatically thinks the word doctor can only apply to him.”

Garak reached out a hand and touched Julian's shoulder, sliding it to his neck.

“Why don't you get a Tarkaalean tea for yourself?”

Julian stood, looking at Tain coldly before going to get his tea, which he ordered extra sweet.

“Bring the larish pie over for dessert, now.”

Julian set his tea down and picked up the two servings of larish pie. He carried them to the table, placing the first in front of Garak and the second before Tain. He looked at Garak, who motioned that he could collect his tea and resume his place, while he and Tain began seeming small talk.

He took his tea and sat down cross-legged on the pillow, scowling at his reflection in the tea. He could not interfere with the time-line...even though he could be disturbing it beyond repair right now. Unless he was supposed to be doing something here. He put his head in his hands, leaning forward as he tried to remember what happened, how he had ended up here in this time.

He and Ezri had had an argument...about Kukalaka. She thought the sweet, one-eyed bear belonged in the closet. He had seen her coming and tried to avoid her by ducking into the Bajoran shrine. The station experienced some sort of brief power surge causing the shields to fluctuate for a moment...a clatter and click...a flash of white light engulfed him. Then he woke up in the interrogation chamber.

He was startled from his thoughts by a sweet smell close to his nose. He looked up at Garak, who moved his hand holding the bite of larish pie closer to Julian's mouth.

Remembering the 'flirtatious' accusation from earlier, as well as his instructions to 'eat it from my hand as it is offered,' Julian felt the desire to show his friend human-style flirtation to get back at him for all the lies about his physical interest in Julian. Like Garak would want a sexual relationship with a non-Cardassian. Well, two could play that game.

He leaned forward, dipping his lips to kiss Garak's wrist briefly, placing his hand on the wrist of Garak's hand holding the pie. He ate the food gently and cleaned Garak's fingers slowly with long strokes of his tongue. Slowly, he sucked each of the finger tips to get the last of sweetness of the honey that flavored the dessert.

Garak twitched forward in his seat as Julian kissed and licked and sucked his fingers. Garak allowed his hand to be rotated and rubbed by the pet. He pushed his chair out a little and drew Julian between his thighs.

“I see, now, why you brought your work home,” Tain said, leaning back in his chair.

“It only seemed the friendly thing to do,” Garak agreed, withdrawing his hand and wiping the saliva from it. He reached down and directed Julian to look up at him.

“Perhaps you should take care of him, and then we'll talk about your mission for tomorrow.”

“An excellent suggestion,” Garak said, taking Julian's wrist. “Come, Doctor.”
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