Path: newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!elnk-atl-nf1!newsfeed.earthlink.net!newsswing.news.prodigy.com!prodigy.net!prodigy.com!border1.nntp.dca.giganews.com!nntp.giganews.com!newsread.com!newsstand.newsread.com!POSTED.monger.newsread.com!not-for-mail Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated Approved: ascem@earthlink.net Organization: Better Living Thru TrekSmut Sender: ascem@earthlink.net Message-ID: <41CB712B.40801@saers.com> From: Katrine Myra MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEML@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEML-owner@yahoogroups.com Subject: NEW DS9: "Possibilities" 1/1 (B/D(m) B/O'B imp) [R] Content-Type: text/plain; charset=windows-1252 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Lines: 206 Date: Sat, 25 Dec 2004 13:55:05 GMT NNTP-Posting-Host: 209.198.142.218 X-Complaints-To: Abuse Role , We Care X-Trace: monger.newsread.com 1103982905 209.198.142.218 (Sat, 25 Dec 2004 08:55:05 EST) NNTP-Posting-Date: Sat, 25 Dec 2004 08:55:05 EST Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:86246 X-Received-Date: Sat, 25 Dec 2004 05:55:30 PST (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net) Title: Possibilities Author: Katrine Myra Email: kat @ saers.com Series: DS9 Website: http://www.saers.com/~kat Codes: B/D(m), B/O'B (imp), challenge Rating: R Note: Written for Stephen's "The Other Sex" challenge, and inspired by Acidqueen's character Jesko Dax, which I have borrowed for the time being. I promise not to hurt him... Unless he wants me to. ;) Disclaimer: I still don't own Star Trek. Data is still dead. I don't make money from this. Wish I did, and so on and so forth. Summary: If Dax were male, would his relationship to Julian Bashir be any different? And what would O'Brien think of it all? As soon as the door closed behind him, Julian collapsed pathetically into the nearest chair. Impossible. Surely it was impossible! “Of course it is”, he told himself. “O’Brien is just messing with your mind, playing some silly little game. Well, you’ll not give him the satisfaction!” That helped. For about five minutes. It was hopeless – no matter what he did, one image stayed clear in his mind and would not leave it. A horrible, chilling image, the implications of which Julian did not want to contemplate. An image of Jesko Dax, naked, hot and waiting for him. It was all O’Brien’s fault. They had been in Quark’s, chatting all friendly like. Julian enjoyed making friends, and although the chief of operations seemed somewhat reclusive, Julian had figured that he was just a bit shy, and had made efforts to include him in conversations at every possible opportunity. However, after tonight he was beginning to think that the man was simply mean-spirited. Julian had been talking about his away-mission with Jesko. He had been very impressed with the science officer’s skills and experience, not to mention his radiant charm and amusing anecdotes. However, when he relayed this to O’Brien, the latter had appeared somewhat disinterested. Somehow, Julian found that the engineer’s dismissal fueled his fire. The more O’Brien grunted and looked into his beer, the more desperate Julian became to convince him of the splendor of Jesko Dax. It was all completely illogical and childish, but well, they’d both had a few drinks, and frankly the man was starting to get on Julian’s nerves. It was when he was relating a story about Jesko’s success in the Ferengi game of Tongo that O’Brien finally sat up and paid attention. “…Which is very unusual you know, because most non-Ferengi aren’t even allowed to play Tongo.” O’Brien had suddenly frowned, and looked up at him. “Quark let Jesko play Tongo?” “Yes! I know, it surprised me too. Apparently, there are less than 200 non-Ferengi who even know how to play the game, much less are allowed to play it. And in public too!" “But… I mean…” O’Brien had shifted uncomfortably in his chair. “What?” “Well, considering how Ferengis treat their females…” Julian had been baffled. “What does that have to do with anything?” “This Jesko, she’s female, isn’t she?” It was at this point Julian had realized that O’Brien really had only been pretending to listen to him. After a period of stunned silence, he had stammered: “B… but… you must know Jesko is male. You’ve met him!” Which was true. Not only had the entire senior staff met Jesko, they had been working with him for weeks. “Yeah ’course I know him! It’s just… Well, the way you were talking, I just assumed it had to be someone else.” “Some other Trill officer called Jesko Dax?” “You never said ’Dax’ did you? It was all ’Jesko’ this and ’Jesko’ that. And you know, I sort of figured you were into women.” It had only been his supreme finer motor control which had kept Julian from spilling his beer all over the countertop. “Pff… Wha…” He’d spluttered, clutching at his rescued glass with both hands. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that mind,” O’Brien had went on. “Of course not! But…” “I think the two of you would make a fine couple.” He’d leaned conspiratorially towards Julian. “Between you and me, I think the lad has a bit of a thing for you. But you didn’t hear that from me.” And with a manly pat on the back that made Julian cough a little, O Brian had risen. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to get back to the wife. She frets if I’m not home in time for dinner.” And stopping in the corner, and turning around, he had added. “Oh and… Er… Best of luck to you!” Desperately, Julian had called after him. “But…Wait! No! You don’t understand, I’m… I’m…” But the engineer had already left, and by this time was way out of shouting distance. And from that moment on, the image had haunted Julian. Dax. Naked. Jesko naked. In the nude. Fully… Erect. Oh god, it was even embarrassing to think about the word in this context. Julian was not a person who generally spent a lot of time contemplating other people’s erections. Men. Men’s erections. Naked men! And throughout all this the one question in his mind was “why”. Why had O’Brien thought that he was gay? It wasn’t that Julian had a problem with homosexuality in general. You didn’t get to be a doctor practicing inter-species medicine if you had absurd antipathies towards particular sexual preferences. You’d faint halfway through your first lecture on Andorian coming-of-age rituals for one thing. No, it was just that the thought of him personally having sex with men had always… Well… Disturbed him. He’d tried to cover up this latent fear by having as much sex with as many women as he possibly could, which was a lot. And he had enjoyed it. He had! Really. Oh, certainly he liked Jesko as a friend. Admired him even. So maybe he had a slight case of hero-worship, nothing wrong with that. He was certain he’d read somewhere that it was healthy. Anyway, it wasn’t as though Jesko were interested in men either – he was always going on dates with various female officials and envoys from exotic places. Oh, this was all so silly! “I’ll go and see him,” he announced to no one in particular. “That will sort things out once and for all.” And, feeling strangely elated, he picked himself off the floor, and started out the door. Already halfway home, O’Brien couldn’t help but chuckle quietly to himself. So it was a childish prank to pull. So what? The lad could take it. Besides, if Julian were that uncertain of his sexuality, it was probably just as well for him to take some time to think things over. He almost giggled at this prospect, imagining Julian cowering in his quarters, probably huddled over a strong drink. Though perhaps, he reflected as he keyed in the code to enter his quarters, he had been a little hard on him. After all, the young doctor just had a bad case of hero-worship. Nothing wrong with that. Why, back in the early day of his career O’Brien himself had been practically fawning over the chief engineer on the ship he was posted. He smiled at the memory of Ivan Peterson, strong, burly, and rugged, always in control. O’Brien would swap his shifts with everyone, sometimes working two shifts a day, just so he could spend as much time with Ivan as possible. Oh, how he wanted to be like him. No, there was nothing wrong with a spot of hero-worship. So obviously, suggesting that Julian was in love with Dax would be like suggesting that… That he himself… “Lost in thought?” Keiko smiled frowningly at him. He hadn’t noticed she was there. “Oh. Yeah.” He kissed her lightly. “Hello! Sorry I if I ignored you. I was just thinking.” “Uhuh? What about?” She held out a chair for him, at the set table in the kitchen area. “Dinner is ready. It’s that stew you’ve been pestering me to try for ages.” “Is that so?” Miles picked up a fork, and toyed idly with it. “You know,” Keiko said from somewhere behind him, “I ran into that nice Dr. Bashir just now.” Miles started. “You did?” “Sure did!” She came around the table, presenting first her husband with a steaming dish, then herself. Miles noted there was no place set for Molly, and swallowed, suddenly remembering that she was spending the night at the sitter’s. Was tonight something special? Something he had forgotten? “Don’t you think they look cute together?” Keiko asked suddenly, leaning forward and grabbing his hand. “Who?” “Dr. Bashir and his new boyfriend! You know, the science officer I think he is, Jethro… Jacko… Something. Anyway, I ran into them by the replimat, and they seemed quite lost in one another.” She smiled wistfully. “But… I mean… When…” Miles found himself irrationally tempted to ask whether the two of them had kissed. “Just now. By the replimat – I told you. They were deep in conversation, so I didn’t want to disturb them. It’s nice to see that kind of connection between people, you know?” She eyed him curiously. “Yeah” O’Brien mumbled. “Yeah. Just like we have.” He looked up at his wife, and they smiled at one another almost contentedly, all through the night. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ASCEM messages are copied to a mailing list. Most recent messages can be found at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEML. NewMessage: