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Here's the third promised story! I can only hope (as I so frequently do) that if you liked the others you will like this one too! :-D Series: Deep Space Nine Title: Nightmares Author: Charon Feedback: I hope you send the feedback to the same place you sent feedback to the other two stories...but if you didn't send feedback for the other two stories, then please send feedback for this story if you so desire to kwaigoncainejinn@yahoo.com. I will be eternally grateful. Rating: NC-17 . . . Actually, I thought it might be an 'R', but since I was in doubt, I went with the higher rating. Feel free to tell me what you think the rating really is. Pairing: Garak/Bashir Warning: (in blinking neon letters) Extreme mushyness toward the end! Author's Notes: This is what happens when you watch Buffy The Vampire Slayer on television and then an episode of Deep Space Nine on your computer and then take a nap. You end up with a very strange dream that you just can't, even though you probably should, keep to yourself. And without a further ado...onto our dream, uh...tale! :-D Complete And Total Fantasy Deep Space: Nine Nightmares By Charon Started: February 15th, 2003 Completed: September 11th, 2003 Julian sat straight up in bed, and gasped as his chest heaved. He'd had a series of some of the most disturbing dreams he had ever had, and though he'd had enough nightmares to be able to scream himself out of them, these weren't his usual brand of nightmares, and screaming hadn't helped at all. In fact, it had only intensified them. He shuddered, and in deference to the warm body that lay next to him, tried to keep his movements to a minimum. However, he should have known better than to try and make his movements quiet, for the man next to him sat up as well, and placed a gentle hand on his shuddering shoulders. "Julian?" Garak's voice was soft, his blue eyes were instantly alert, and Julian turned to him, then launched himself into Garak's arms. "Take me, Garak." He begged. "Please. Make it stop. It's coming for me. Make me safe. If just for this last night." He wept, and Garak pulled the younger man closer to him, and held him. Garak scowled into the darkness and wondered just what was going on. They'd only been sleeping together for a little over three months, and he was used to Julian having nightmares, but over the course of the last month, the nightmares had progressed to night terrors, and wouldn't stop until Julian woke. If he were woken prematurely, the nightmares would continue once he went back to sleep . . . if he went back to sleep. At first, his friends and colleagues had attributed the lack of sleep to Garak and their oh-so-unapproved of relationship, and hadn't exactly been gentle in their admonitions to Garak to stop doing whatever it was he was to Julian, and allow the young man to sleep. However, as the weeks wore on, Julian quickly lost weight, was extremely distracted, looked more sickly than healthy, and had grown increasingly paranoid, until even his friends had to admit there was something wrong besides Garak. However, when Julian woke up, he never remembered any of the content of the nightmares, and no one really wanted to press him about them, hoping that they would pass. Garak didn't know what to do other than to answer his new lover's plea. He slowly leaned his head down and kissed the younger man, but found himself being devoured by hungry, desperate lips. And it was like that for the rest of their session. Garak gave and Julian took . . . no, it was more like Julian absorbed everything that Garak was and did. The young doctor was like a man possessed. That was how it had been every night for the last two weeks, and Garak sighed as Julian demanded he pound into him harder and faster. As much as Garak liked hard, rough sex, he also liked slow, gentle sex . . . but when he tried it, it only made Julian's nightmares worse. In fact, the only time that Julian truly slept without nightmares, indeed, without any dreams at all, was after he was sated and utterly exhausted by Garak. When it was over, Julian collapsed to the bed and lay as one dead. However, his panting, heaving chest belied the fact, and Garak watched as Julian's eyelids closed. Almost immediately, Julian's heavy breathing evened out, and Garak knew that he had already fallen asleep. "I love you, Garak." Julian's sleep-thickened voice whispered, and Garak started almost violently. That was NOT what was supposed to happen between them. That wasn't what Julian was supposed to say . . . neither one of them were supposed to ever say that. They had agreed in the beginning that all their relationship was going to mean was that they had great sex. Their relationship was for nothing more than to hold each other through the night and have someone to keep the bed warm on the nights they couldn't find anyone else, and to fight off loneliness. That was all. Nothing more. Nothing less. Garak sighed and ran his hand through Julian's sweat-dampened hair, and the young man never moved, which let Garak know that Julian truly was VERY deeply asleep, and completely unaware that he had confessed his feelings out loud. He sighed and leaned his head back against the headboard of the bed. He should have known that Julian wouldn't have been able to follow the rules. He wondered exactly how long Julian had loved him, and if it had happened before or after the nightmares had started. The knowledge that Julian loved him both scared and thrilled him, as well as gave him an odd sense of power that he quickly squashed. Julian didn't need him adding to the troubles he already had, and he would never have taken advantage of the younger man anyway . . . certainly not at that time at any rate. He kissed the man's hair, then lay beside him, and wondered at the tenderness and indeed, altruism, he suddenly felt for the young human. % % % However, it wasn't a nightmare ­ at least, one that could be woken up from ­ that he, Sisko, Miles, and Kira faced from the jail cell the very next night. %%% And there we have the end of part one! :-D f you liked it, feel free to let me know . . . if you didn't, well, you can tell m,e that to, but since it's already writen, what's the point? ;-) Seriously, I'll take naything helpful under advisement. :-D Ever a Friend, Charon Messages from this list are mirrored on the ASCEM newsgroup. 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Back again with another part to Nightmares! (Just in case you couldn't tell! :-D Hope you like it! :-D Whence Last we Left Our Heroes: %%% The woman was tall, beautiful, and extremely exotic. Her hair was long, red, and flowed down to her waist, her eyes were jet black, and her skin was fair to the point of being white, which showed even more prominently as she was dressed completely in black. Her lips however, were bright red, and the pointed teeth . . . fangs . . . hung slightly over her full bottom lip. The expression on her face was nothing short of evil, and she gazed at those she held in the cell, then looked over at the man she'd been stalking for the last month and held in her mind thrall. "So, do you know me now?" She asked. He blinked at her, not unlike some animal caught in bright lights, and was obviously frightened, though fascinated at the same time. "You're a vampire." He whispered, and she nodded. "I've always wondered about them . . . about whether they . . . you . . . existed." "And now you know. And now you'll know first hand . . . and awake. You'll know me in the flesh, not just in your dreams." "Why?" He whispered as she approached him, and he desperately fought the thrall that she held over him, but to no avail. "Why are you doing this? Why did you choose me?" "Because you're innocent, and innocence is tasty." She stroked his face, then looked over at Garak. "Why do you think he went to such trouble to claim you? He saw your innocence and desired you, even as I do." "He didn't want to destroy me." Julian countered, and she threw her head back and laughed. "Didn't he? You should ask him my wonderful, delectable, little morsel." "Could you please not refer to me as food?" He frowned slightly. "It's a little disconcerting." "It's what you are, though, and I'm going to enjoy every last bit of you. I've had a hunger for you from the first moment I met you. From the first moment I touched your hand and felt your goodness, your sweet innocence. Do you remember how you first shied away from me, though you didn't know why?" She stroked a languid hand down the side of his face. "Instinctually, you knew what I was, even as all innocents know the touch of evil. Surely you felt the same thing the first time he touched you . . ." She smiled at Garak. "You felt the thrill of excitement at the danger he represented, the rush of adrenaline from your fear. But, with him you were able to convince yourself he was gentle and kind . . . that there was good in him. However, because of what I am, your very soul recoiled from my presence, and you knew that there was nothing good in me. Your friends didn't like me much either, but their battle hardened, world-weary hearts and selves recognized nothing more than what they had already seen, and indeed, were themselves." She laughed at Julian and tucked an errant curl behind his ear. "And the one who could have been a danger to me, who could have been a kindred spirit to me, was distracted by your flesh. And every little nibble I allowed myself of your sweet, innocent blood, especially when it was infused with fear, was sheer heaven and merely an appetizer to the main course. The main course being all of you." "And if I fight you?" He asked, and she sighed. "I suppose you could if you really tried." She tilted her head thoughtfully at him. "You are mentally stronger than I gave you credit for, that is true. However, I've been at this life a long time my delectable treat, and in the end, you would be merely amusing sport. You would also make your last few moments on this mortal plane extremely unpleasant for yourself . . ." She indicated the jailed others with a toss of her head. "And them." "Them?" Julian actually looked surprised, and she laughed, delighted with him. "Yes, of course them. You see, pain and emotional distress in a Human is as tasty as the rest of the package, and despair is like a drug to my kind. What I can, and will do, is kill them one by one, and as slowly as I possibly can, starting with the Cardassian." She wrinkled her nose. "Although, I really don't like any species other than Humans, and would have to use some very old-fashioned methods to kill them. After all, other species blood doesn't have quite the refinement that a Human does, although there are some of my kind with more . . . exotic . . . tastes." She shook her head. "But not me." She looked at those in the cell. "The Bajorans blood, annoying sanctimonious creatures that they are, is almost acidic, and very hard to digest. As for Trill blood, ick. You take over the mind . . . no, the several minds in a Trill, and it gets too confusing. You completely lose your concentration, and the pleasure of the bloodletting itself is gone. As for a Cardassian, well, their blood is too much like the taste of my own kind. I may be a lot of things, but I am certainly no cannibal. No, I stick strictly to human blood." She smiled, and he blinked at her, then flinched as she stroked a cold hand over his feverishly hot cheek. "And of those humans, I much prefer the sweet, innocent, intrinsically good ones." She actually licked her lips. "And now-a-days that combination is such a rare commodity." "If . . . if I give myself to you without a fight . . ." Julian shivered. "What . . . what guarantee do I have that you won't hurt them?" She grinned, her eyes half-closed in pleasure, and she inhaled as if she scented something extremely pleasant. "Oh . . ." She breathed. "Sacrifice. The smell is intoxicating." She shook her head. "You obviously have no guarantee other than my word, but I can promise you that they will die, and as messily and as horribly as my aged mind can conceive if you don't give yourself over easily." Julian swallowed, and he looked at those in the cell, each of whom protested, and vociferously, but then he looked at Garak. He knew that she would definitely kill him, and take all her ire at having to do it, out on him, and he couldn't allow that. Not to Garak. Not to the man he loved, though he hadn't ever said it. Even if Garak hadn't wanted his love. Hadn't wanted to hear the word love. Didn't want to know love. He swallowed and dropped his head submissively. "I won't fight you, but you have to promise me, please, please don't hurt them." His brown eyes were huge in his face, and he licked his dry lips. "I won't have to hurt them if you give yourself to me." She grinned, and his hand shook, as he reached up and slowly drew the zipper down from his neck, then pulled the turtleneck down and exposed the length of his sensitive jugular vein. The protests from his friends grew louder, but Julian ignored them, and forced himself not to shrink away from her as she focused her black gaze directly on his neck. %%% Well, that was part two! :-D Hope this still has any kind of interest at all! :-D as always, I truly thank you for your interest!! :-S A Friend always, Charon Messages from this list are mirrored on the ASCEM newsgroup. Read http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEML/files/faq.txt for more information about your subscription to ASCEM/L. Yahoo! Groups Links Yahoo! Groups Links <*> To visit your group on the web, go to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEM-S/ <*> To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: ASCEM-S-unsubscribe@yahoogroups.com <*> Your use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to: http://docs.yahoo.com/info/terms/ From ???@??? 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This is part 3! :-D I must dash now and leave my bestest friend in the entire known universe will post the rest of it for me! :-D Thanks for sticking with me through this massive story dropping on you! :-D She closed her eyes as his fear level rose, and she smiled, then ran her nails down the length of his slender throat as she encircled it with her fingers. Garak threw himself against the forceshield and howled as he burned himself and bounced backward into the arms of the others. Julian couldn't stop the whimper that left him as she traced the jugular vein with her tongue, nor could he stop the sharp cry that left him, or the agonized backward toss of his head as her teeth pierced his throat. Her grip was one of iron, and she wrapped him in her arms in a mockery of a lover's embrace. He trembled and gripped her shoulders as she drained his blood. The protests silenced as the moments passed, and Julian knew the watchers hadn't really believed, up until that very moment, what she was. Suddenly, his knees buckled and his arms dropped to his sides as his body collapsed forward. Without breaking the hold her arms had on his weakened body, or the grip her mouth and teeth had on his neck, she lowered him to the floor. *I'm so tired.* He thought as he sank to the floor held tightly in her arms. *I know. It will pass soon.* She thought into his mind, and he started. *You can hear my thoughts?* He asked, and he felt her smile. *We are bonded. Soon we'll be together for eternity . . .* *You . . . you mean to take me across? You won't let me die? * He asked, and she almost moaned as the strength of his fear passed through his blood. *Your death would be a waste. I don't like to waste useful things. And you are most useful indeed. You are handsome and will make a wonderful addition to my . . . collection.* *No.* He pleaded. *Please, don't do that.* Tears suddenly poured down his face. *Please, kill me. Don't make me live in your darkness. Don't make me live with death. I . . . I can't do that. I'm a healer . . . you'd make me a mockery of everything I have ever believed in.* She scowled as his blood went slightly acrid as it ran over her tongue. *You will live forever. You could be anything you wanted to be.* *Except alive.* He slowly opened his eyes and looked over her shoulder at Garak, who tried to fight his way out of Sisko and Dax's arms. *I can't live without him.* *You could bring him over.* *I wouldn't condemn anyone to live like this. Especially someone I love.* *He doesn't love you.* She hissed, suddenly very angry, and he sighed softly as lethargy crept over his body, and he went lax in her arms. *I know.* He smiled as he felt his body go numb. *And knowing that, you don't hate him?* *No. I don't even hate you . . .* *You will if I bring you across.* *No.* It was very hard for him to think, and he blinked his eyes to clear them. *You are as you are. Just as Klingons and Romulans and Cardassians are. All species . . . are as they are. Wish different, yes, but my wishing won't . . . make it . . . so. When you bring . . . me over . . . I will find a way . . . to escape you. I will . . . die then. But not . . . hate.* He turned his head slightly and gazed blearily at those in the cell. "Take care . . . of . . . Garak." He forced himself to say, and his lips trembled. "Take care . . . each other. Garak . . . love . . . you." "I know, Julian." He answered quietly, and Julian smiled brightly as the warm wave of love suffused his entire being at Garak's revelation, and he felt only a peaceful contentment, even as he lay dying in the vampire's cruel embrace. She jolted back as if she'd been shot, and almost literally ripped her teeth from Julian's neck. Suddenly, she spit out a mouthful of vile tasting blood that had made her almost violently ill. She swiped her hand across her mouth, which left a bloody smear on her pristine cheek. "Hate!" She suddenly screeched and gripped his face painfully between her fingers. "Hate, damn you!" "I am . . . damned." He sighed. "But I'll never . . . hate. Not . . . not when I . . . I love." "I'll rip them apart with my own hands, and then you'll hate me!" She screeched, and he sighed. "Pity . . . you. Not . . . hate." Julian smiled again at Garak, then murmured as he grew weaker with each passing moment. "Fin . . . finish what you . . . started if you . . . must. I shall never hate you." "I will finish you, and I will MAKE you hate me!" She bent over him one more time and viciously sank her teeth into his neck. His entire body went rigid with the vicious pain she inflicted on him, and his eyes never left Garak even as he let out a shrill, though weak, shriek of agony. Bloody tears suddenly ran from her eyes, and she gently withdrew from his neck as his blood ran down the sides of her mouth and over her chin. "I . . . I cannot drink." She whispered, her tone bewildered. "I feel . . . I feel sick." Her sides suddenly heaved, and she fell to the floor on all fours and shuddered. "Your love . . . the very purity of it has destroyed me. The one thing I wanted to take, you gave freely, and now I have killed myself. How completely ironic." She gagged, shuddered, then crawled to his side and stroked his hair. "I have not felt love in so long that I had forgotten it's power. Forgive me?" She asked, and he smiled slightly as he looked first at Garak, then at her. "I . . . do." He whispered and without warning, she exploded into powdery fragments of dust and was gone. Julian lay on the floor, and watched, strangely pain free as the ceiling above him darkened. "Julian!" Garak howled, and was suddenly joined by the others as they frantically waved, shouted, and gestured at him. Slowly, almost confusedly, Julian turned his head and looked over at them. Their visages blurred briefly, and he blinked until his eyes cleared. "The forceshield! You have to get it open!" He knew it was true. They wouldn't be freed if he didn't do something, but he was so tired. He inhaled deeply and knew there wasn't anyone else available. His limbs shook from the effort, but he rose onto his knees and hands. He forced his sluggish body to move through the powdery dust and the pooled blood, even as his own blood, what there was left of it, ran from the jagged tear at his throat. The button on the wall that controlled the forceshield for the cell was only a few feet away, but, to Julian, it could have been miles. His breath rattled in his chest, and he had to stop every few seconds as he refocused his vision. Finally, he collapsed to the floor, and wept. He absolutely could not make it. He had lost too much blood and was far too weak. He closed his eyes, exhaled lightly, and waited for eternal sleep. "Julian." A quiet voice suddenly spoke, and was relentless. It wouldn't allow him to sleep, and he was so tired. "Garak. Just another few minutes, please. I'm so tired. I need to sleep." He whispered, but the voice kept calling him. "Julian, you have to do this. You have to get to the wall. We . . . I can't help you if you don't let us out of here." "Help . . ." Julian raised his head slightly, and cracked his eyes. "Oh. I'm sorry, Garak, Sir, everyone. I can't. I'm going to die you see." It was amazing to note that he was so calm. He'd only thought about his own death a few times before, and then only in the context that it was something to avoid at any cost. It seemed almost welcome to him at that point. "Julian Bashir!" Kira shouted angrily. "You are not going to die. Now get up and get us out of here!" "Blood pressure . . . Major." He cautioned, and she threw her arms in the air disgusted, then turned around and ran a hand over her distraught face. "C'mon, Julian." Dax pleaded. "You've got to let us out of here. We want to help you. Come to us, Julian. We can't get to you. You're the only one who can do this." "Odo . . . Odo will be by . . . in the morning." Julian sighed and shook his head. "I'm sorry." "Damn it, Julian!" Miles clenched his fists. "Don't make us watch you die!" The solution seemed deucedly simple to Julian, and also extremely logical, and he blinked at Miles, then looked curiously at him. "Why don't you just turn around? Then you wouldn't see it." "You've never disobeyed a direct order, Julian." Sisko knelt beside Garak, and Julian blinked. "I order you to let us out." He said in what everyone knew was one final effort to give Julian the will to help them escape. "Yes . . . Sir." He blearily shook his head, and tried. He really did. He pulled his legs up, until his knees were under him, and tried to lift himself onto his hands, but he wasn't strong enough. He landed on his elbows, and his arms and legs scraped against the floor as he tried to pull himself over to the forceshield, almost literally by his nails. Tears poured down his cheeks from the force of his effort, and the others encouraged him to move. He was within a foot from the wall when his strength gave out, and with it, his last hope. "I'm . . . sorry." He whispered and collapsed onto his front. "I'm so cold." He shivered. "I . . . I've never been . . . this cold." Onto the next and final chapter in the tale! :-D Messages from this list are mirrored on the ASCEM newsgroup. Read http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEML/files/faq.txt for more information about your subscription to ASCEM/L. Yahoo! Groups Links Yahoo! Groups Links <*> To visit your group on the web, go to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEM-S/ <*> To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: ASCEM-S-unsubscribe@yahoogroups.com <*> Your use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to: http://docs.yahoo.com/info/terms/ From ???@??? Fri Mar 12 20:12:43 2004 X-Persona: Status: U Return-Path: Received: from n13.grp.scd.yahoo.com ([66.218.66.68]) by condor (EarthLink SMTP Server) with SMTP id 1b1XDM4UL3NZFjK1 for ; Fri, 12 Mar 2004 17:08:38 -0800 (PST) X-eGroups-Return: sentto-1978024-7908-1079140102-stephenbratliff=earthlink.net@returns.groups.yahoo.com eceived: from [66.218.66.94] by n13.grp.scd.yahoo.com with NNFMP; 13 Mar 2004 01:08:22 -0000 X-Sender: stephenbratliffasc@earthlink.net X-Apparently-To: ascem-s@yahoogroups.com Received: (qmail 29651 invoked from network); 13 Mar 2004 01:08:20 -0000 Received: from unknown (66.218.66.166) by m1.grp.scd.yahoo.com with QMQP; 13 Mar 2004 01:08:20 -0000 Received: from unknown (HELO grouse.mail.pas.earthlink.net) (207.217.120.116) by mta5.grp.scd.yahoo.com with SMTP; 13 Mar 2004 01:08:20 -0000 Received: from sdn-ap-014dcwashp0395.dialsprint.net ([63.188.137.141] helo=SaintPeter.earthlink.net) by grouse.mail.pas.earthlink.net with esmtp (Exim 3.33 #1) id 1B1xdS-0000Dm-00 for ascem-s@yahoogroups.com; Fri, 12 Mar 2004 17:08:19 -0800 Message-Id: <5.1.1.6.2.20040312200755.01ffbac0@mail.earthlink.net> X-Sender: stephenbratliffasc@mail.earthlink.net X-Mailer: QUALCOMM Windows Eudora Version 5.1.1 To: ascem-s@yahoogroups.com X-eGroups-Remote-IP: 207.217.120.116 X-eGroups-From: "Charon Jesne" (by way of Stephen aka Old Man ASC ) From: "Charon Jesne" (by way of Stephen aka Old Man ASC ) X-Yahoo-Profile: oldmanasc MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEM-S-owner@yahoogroups.com Delivered-To: mailing list ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com Precedence: bulk List-Unsubscribe: Date: Fri, 12 Mar 2004 20:08:11 -0500 Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW DS9 Nightmares MC-17 G/B Part 4/4 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hey there everyone! :-D (My name's Cat, I'm Charon's friend and LOVING this fic so it's a joy to post it in her absence... Enjoy!) "My dear Doctor. Julian." Garak hated himself for what he was about to do, but it was the only way he could think of that might make the young human want to try just once more for their freedom . . . and his life. He knelt by the forceshield, and held his hand until it was only a couple of inches from it. "You say you love me, correct?" Julian's mouth trembled and his head moved slightly forward. "Do." He said with all the conviction of a dying man, and Garak frowned. "Then, if you die now, you'll never know if I can love you." "You don't." Julian's whisper was hard to hear, and Garak frowned, even as the others scowled at him, but no one made any move to stop him. "Perhaps not now, but what about later? If you allow that woman to kill you, she may also have killed me." "No . . . Garak. No die." Julian swallowed. "If you don't get us out of here, Julian, that's exactly what may happen. If you love me, you'll pull what's left of yourself together and get me out of here, and give us a chance." Julian sobbed convulsively, and he gazed at Garak's face, then the button on the wall above him. He gritted his teeth, panted audibly through his nose, and prepared his unresponsive body for one last try. His entire being was focused on the button, and he pulled his legs in until his knees met his chest. His arms slid underneath him until they too met at his chest, and his body shivered uncontrollably as his breath was forced from him in wails of ever- increasing volume. With all of his might, he pushed himself up, until his upper body rose off the floor. He fell against the wall, and with his body pressed flat against the surface, slowly, inch by inch, he pulled himself to a mostly standing position. He swayed and almost fell, but as he did, his hand brushed over the door mechanism, and the forceshield went off. They rushed, en masse for him, but it was Garak into whose arms he collapsed, and the Cardassian held onto him tightly. "Love . . . you." Julian breathed, and didn't hear Sisko as he bellowed for Ops to beam them into the infirmary. % % % "That was a dirty trick you pulled on Julian." Kira said quietly to Garak, as she, Dax, Miles, and Garak silently watched over Julian's prone body as he lay encased in the medical bed. "I know." He answered. "But it worked." "It was still a dirty trick." Miles said, his accent thick, as it always was when he was upset. "An if he e're wakes up, he's goin' ta' wake up thinkin' there's a chance for the two o' you." "There isn't a chance though, is there, Garak?" Dax asked, and narrowed her eyes at him. "I'm going to say this once, and then the subject of our relationship is to never be mentioned again, as it is no one's business but ours." Garak said seriously, and he looked up at them. "Doctor Bashir knows more about me than anyone ever will, and despite that, the foolish young man still chooses to love me. If any of you were faced with such unconditional love, what would you do?" "That doesn't answer the question." Miles frowned, but Dax placed her hand gently on his arm, and shook her head. "Actually." She said. "It does. Come on now, Kira, Miles. Our duty shift starts in five." She looked down at Garak, and placed a hand on his shoulder. "When he wakes up, if he does while we're working, could you call Ops and let us know?" "Of course, Lieutenant." He answered, and she, Kira, and Miles left the infirmary. Garak looked down at the face that he had seen in every conceivable expression, including the pale mask of near death, and shivered inwardly. That was the last expression he had ever wanted to see on Julian's face, and if he had to tell the truth, the fear of losing Julian had brought him to the one undeniable conclusion that he couldn't lose the young human. Not now. Not then. Not ever. He leaned over the still comatose figure and stroked his hair back. "I answered them, my dear Julian." He whispered. "And now you have to come back to me. I think we need to renegotiate the terms of our sleeping arrangements. I find it rather insulting that only one person in this whole affair gets to know the idiotic bliss of being in love. So, you'd better wake soon my dearest Julian, and show me how to love you as much as you do me." He sat back and watched as Julian's beautiful, brown velvet eyes opened, and focused on his face. "Do . . ." Julian licked his lips, and swallowed. "Do you mean that, Garak?" "Every word, my dear doctor." Garak kissed the man's lips, and Julian's bright, though tired smile warmed Garak's heart and settled his suddenly nervous stomach. "Every." He kissed Julian's lips. "Last." He kissed them again. "Word." He kissed them a final time, and Julian's eyes drooped wearily. "I love you, Garak." He said, and drifted off to sleep, both of them assured that there would be no more nightmares for either of them for a long time to come. The End (And thus concludes another one of Charon's *great* fics! ---as pronounced by her *slightly* biased best friend. ) Messages from this list are mirrored on the ASCEM newsgroup. Read http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEML/files/faq.txt for more information about your subscription to ASCEM/L. Yahoo! Groups Links Yahoo! Groups Links <*> To visit your group on the web, go to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEM-S/ <*> To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: ASCEM-S-unsubscribe@yahoogroups.com <*> Your use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to: http://docs.yahoo.com/info/terms/ From ???@??? 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