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Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW DS9: Infirmary Blues (G/B) 1/1 [PG-13]
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Title: Infirmary Blues 
Author: Ainzfern
Originally written for the "Dares Of Scales" list.
Series: DS9
Code: G/B 
Rating: PG (Silliness and just a touch of naughty, LOL!)
Parts: 1/1
Disclaimer: Paramount owns STAR TREK ... etc and so on and so forth! 
My only pay here is personal joy
Summary: Definite PWP. See challenge below. 
that turns them completely bright blue for at least a week, there 
must be a reference to feather dusters and you must use the phrase 
`rumpy pumpy'.***
Oh Lucy, this one really got me going! Who needs sleep anyway?


Infirmary Blues

"Elim?" Julian rounded Garak's workbench at the back of the tailor's 
shop and headed for the storeroom, his normally smooth brow creased 
with worry. "Are you here?"

Garak appeared, bolt of Andorian satin in hand. "Yes, dear one. Where 
else would I be?"

"I need you to come up the Infirmary immediately, love. There's a 
problem."

Garak set the material aside. "Indeed? And the nature of said 
problem?"

"You fitted the Bolian Ambassador for a new robe yesterday, didn't 
you?"

"I did." Garak nodded.

Julian sighed. "Well, unfortunately, the Ambassador's personal 
physician just commed me. He has Bolian Blue Influenza. I think it's 
highly likely you've been infected."

"Oh."

"Yes. I need to keep you in for twenty-four hours. That's the 
gestation period for this virus. If you don't show any symptoms, I 
can release you."

"I see."

"Can you lock up the shop? I think we should go right away." Julian 
patted Garak's arm fondly.

"I gather I have no choice."

Julian's eyes hardened slightly. "Not in this case, no."

Heaving a long-suffering sigh, Garak took the Andorian silk back into 
the storeroom. "Julian, aren't you concerned about being infected 
too?"

Julian shook his head. "No. Human's are immune."

"How convenient," Garak said flatly.

Smiling, Julian swept his hand towards the exit of the shop. "Isn't 
it just? Shall we?"

"If we must." Garak followed the young man out of his shop, reciting 
the security lock codes as they reached the door.

As they walked across the Promenade, Garak looked at his lover 
curiously. "Tell me dear, why *blue* influenza?"

Julian smiled lovingly at him. "I really have no idea," he lied.

***** 

The following morning Garak awoke in the Infirmary feeling just as 
healthy as ever. While he waited for his beloved to appear, he spent 
some time thinking about his outstanding orders that would be further 
delayed by what was obviously an unnecessary precaution.

//Julian worries about me far too much,// he thought fondly. //How 
can something so irritating be so endearing at the same time?//

At that moment the object of his thoughts entered the Infirmary, took 
one look at him and stopped dead. "Ah. Well. Looks like you'll be 
staying for a while then." 

Garak blinked. "What do you mean, dear? I feel perfectly fine."

"You've got the Blue Influenza, Garak," Julian said firmly.

"Nonsense," Garak scoffed. "You haven't even scanned me. How in Guls 
name can you be so positive?"

"Trust me." Julian moved into his office, returning later with a 
small object in his hand.

"Hmmph!" Garak crossed his arms huffily. "I hardly think so, Julian. 
You'd say *anything* to have me wait out the full twenty-four 
hours..."

Julian held a small mirror up in front of Garak's face. 

After a moment, Garak took it from him with shaking hands. "Julian..."

"Yes, Love. I know." Julian patted his shoulder.

"But. Julian... I'm..."

"Yes. Yes you are."

"I've... I'm... Julian..." Garak shook his head and struggled to find 
the words, his considerable vocabulary having taken the day off.

"It'll be all right, love."

"I'm *BLUE*!!" Garak snarled at him. "How can this possibly be all 
right?"

"It's just a symptom, Elim." Julian soothed him calmly. "It'll pass."

"You *knew* about this!" Garak accused him, eyes flashing.

"I'm sorry, love."

"How long?" Garak said hopelessly, his anger draining away into 
depression.

"Sorry?"

"How. Long. Will. I. Be. *Blue*. Julian?"

"Seven days." Julian winced.

"Seven *DAYS*??!!"

"Or thereabouts." The human added lamely. 

Garak shot up in bed, affronted ill humor radiating out of every blue 
pore. "I am certainly *not* going to loll about here for a *week*, 
Julian. You can simply come up with an alternative!"

Julian thought for a moment, frowning at the floor. When he looked 
up, his expression was slightly feral.

Garak swallowed.

"If you behave, Elim," Julian purred softly, moving over to the bed 
and draping himself slinkily around Garak's body in a tangle of long 
lean limbs. "I promise to reward you *very* well."

Garak swallowed again. "Indeed?" 

"Oh yes," Julian's slow smile would have put Valentino to shame. "You 
see, after the lights are out and the staff have gone home, I intend 
to..." He leaned over and whispered for a moment in Garak's ear.

The Cardassian's eyes widened slightly. He looked at his lover in 
awe. "You'd *do* that? Here?"

Julian nodded. "Oh yes, love. And *then*, I'm going to..." A few more 
moments of whispering ensued, during which, a certain Cardassian 
began to wish he worn looser undergarments.

Silence, then...

"I'll behave." Garak's voice was slightly hoarse. He watched as his 
now satisfied Human beloved walked casually into his office to start 
the day. 

//This could be more interesting than I first anticipated,// Garak 
mused thoughtfully, shifting against the confines of restricting 
elastic. 

He stared at the office door for a moment longer, his expression 
speculative and just ever so slightly worried. 

//I wonder if he *really* meant that bit about the feather duster?//

***** 

"Ho, Julian!" O'Brien sauntered into the infirmary, looked at Garak, 
went to walk past, looked at Garak again. Grinned. "That color suits 
you. Matches your eyes."

Garak sniffed disdainfully at him.

"Miles!" Julian walked out of the small office and smiled. "What can 
I do for you today?"

"Well, I'm on a break and thought you might like to join me for a 
quick bite and a catch up."

Julian's face fell slightly. "I *like* to Miles, really. But I think 
I should stay here with my patient." He looked at Garak fondly.

Garak looked almost insufferably smug.

Heaving a great sigh Miles rolled his eyes. "Garak can come too, 
y'know. I was gunna ask him anyway, seeing as how you two are 
attached at the hip."

"What a *fascinating* observation, Chief!" Garak said brightly.

Julian grinned. "Just let me put these samples back into the 
dispensary, then I'll be right with you." Julian moved over to the 
far side of the bio-bed where his lover was currently residing.

Nodding, O'Brien turned back to Garak. "Well?" he asked the cerulean 
Cardassian.

"Well what?"

"Are you two comin' for a cuppa?"

"Absolutely *not*." Garak looked outraged. "There is no possible way 
you will convince me to leave this infirmary until I am restored to 
normalcy. I look ridiculous."

"Aw, C'mon, Garak," O'Brien urged him. "You *look* OK. Really you do. 
It's only a visit to the Replimat, man. The way you're carryin' on 
you'd think I'd just asked ya' both for a round of rumpy-pumpy!"

Over by the dispensary Julian made the distinctive nasal choking 
sounds of a man trying *very* hard not to laugh.

Garak blinked, slow and serpentine. "Rumpy... Pumpy." His expression 
spoke volumes. 

Unrepentant, O'Brien grinned at him. "Sorry, Garak," he said, 
sounding anything but. "Just a descriptive term for..."

Garak held up a hand. "I'm *well* aware of what the phrase means, and 
may I just say at the outset, that as offensive as that particular 
idiom is, it is nowhere *nearly* as nauseating as the mental image it 
just conjured up."

O'Brien had the good grace to blush slightly. "I never thought of 
that," he mumbled.

"Thank the Guls for small mercies," Garak said piously.

Julian rejoined them, composure restored and tri-corder in hand. He 
gave Garak a quick once over. 

"Actually, Elim," Julian said thoughtfully. "I think it would do you 
good to have an outing. You're not contagious anymore. Wouldn't you 
like to get out of here for a while?"

Garak shook his head adamantly. "Not looking like this, Julian. 
Vanity may be a character flaw, but you have to leave me *something*."

Julian smiled gently. "Oh, Elim. Miles was right you know, the 
coloring *does* suit you."

Hard blue eyes looked into soft hazel. "I hardly agree."

"You don't have to, my love." Julian's gaze heated slightly. "But 
it's true. You look quite... exotic like this."

The ice in Garak's eyes melted a touch. "Truly?"

"Oh yes," Julian purred. "Beautiful."

"Aw, Jaysus..." O'Brien muttered, rolling his eyes.

"You mean it, dear one?" Garak's face softened.

"Absolutely. I'd even go so far as to say stunning."

"Uhm... fella's?" O'Brien waved a futile hand.

Garak's eyes locked lovingly onto Julian's perfect face. "Oh, dear 
one. Such compliments."

Julian leaned a little closer to his patient. "Not compliments, love, 
just the plain and simple truth."

"Fella's?" Tapping his foot, O'Brien checked his chronometer. "If 
we're gunna go, we should probably make a mo..."

Garak's azure countenance beamed with affection and life affirmation, 
the expression of a man who knows what it's like to get regular sex 
from someone nearly half his age. "Ah, Julian. What you have done to 
my weary heart."

Stroking an elegant sapphire eye ridge, Julian smiled softly, leaning 
ever closer to his lover's mouth. "Nothing less than what you've done 
to mine, Elim."

"Oh, bugger it," O'Brien gave up, threw his hands in the air and 
walked out.

"Is he gone?" Julian asked, his eyes still locked on Garak's face.

"Yes, dear one." 

"Good. Kiss me, you blue fool!"

***** 

Lying replete and sated in each other arms, Garak and Julian stared 
out the view port in Julian's darkened bedroom at the distant stars.

"Happy?" Julian nuzzled Garak's neck gently.

Strong, *silver* arms tightened around his slender frame. "Oh indeed, 
my dear. Do promise me one thing, Julian. To make my night complete."

Julian chuckled. "What?"

"Promise me you'll always be orally fixated."

"You have my word."

"Very good." Garak relaxed and vented a deep and joyful life 
affirming, slightly-aching-back-but-he'd-get-over-it sigh. "I must 
confess, I am *truly* pleased to be back to normal again. Blue is a 
nice color for a tunic, but not so fetching on a Cardassian."

"Ohhhh, I don't know about that." Julian snuggled closer. "Still, I 
know you didn't like being confined that way."

"The longest seven days of my life, dear."

"It wasn't *all* bad, was it?" Julian chuckled wickedly.

Garak smiled into the dark. "No. It had it's... moments, certainly."

There was a significant thought filled pause.

"Julian?" Garak's voice was slightly preoccupied.

"Yes?"

"By any chance, did you happen to keep the feather duster?"

END 
Ainzfern...




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