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DS9 FanFic, "Sacrifice," G/B, [PG-13/R], 4/4

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Here's the conclusion of "Sacrifice."

Title:       Sacrifice, Part 4 of 4
Author:   PrelocAndKanar
Series:     DS9
Code:       G/B
 
PG13/R for theme
 
Disclaimer: I fully acknowledge that Paramount has exclusive rights to the Star Trek universe, All Rights Reserved, and that all characters and locations are the property of Paramount television. No infringement is intended. STAR TREK: DEEP SPACE NINE is a Registered Trademark of Paramount Pictures.   Paramount owns all. I own nothing but my twisted mind.
 
approx. 9,000 words
Comments, constructive criticism, and any other feedback are very welcome!
 
 
*                      *                      *                      *
 
On Saturday, in the late morning, he received a message from Bashir. The engineering accident victims had all been released, but a new strain of Rigelian fever had cropped up among the crew. This newest strain, like the original, still responded to Ryetalyn, but required additional compounds as well. It wasn’t anything serious, and he should be finished soon. Unfortunately, he had promised O’Brien he would join him for kayaking. But he’d like to come anyway. Would it be just as fine if he came rather later in the day? Perhaps they could have dinner.
 
Garak certainly wasn’t going anywhere, and he graciously offered to clear his social calendar to accommodate the doctor’s schedule. Bashir must be getting tired of these visits, Garak supposed. Guls knows, he was tired of these same rooms. But, he had always believed that a man with an active mind, having the world at his disposal, would never be bored. Another interesting example of the difference between theory and practical application.
 
So. Dinner…
 
                        *                      *                      *                      *
 
“Odo. Be reasonable. Surely you have more useful tasks to put your staff to, rather than having them stand here, hour after hour, outside my door.”
 
Odo, predictably, grunted. “You are a prisoner. You are supposed to be under guard. Otherwise, you are just a man relaxing comfortably in his lush, luxurious quarters.”
 
Garak looked around at the rather Spartan setting, then back at the screen.
 
“Odo. You know that if I really wanted to leave this, this cell, I could. Don’t you?”
 
Odo sighed. “And what will happen if I remove your guards,” he cooed in a mockingly sweet voice. “Are you asking me to believe that you will stay put of your own accord?”
 
Garak widened his eyes and wore his most earnest expression. “Yes. I will.”
 
Odo scowled. “You know your word means nothing. You would lie about the color of your shirt as you stood before me.”
 
“Odo. I am rather noticeable. You could plaster the promenade with bulletins, warning everyone to be on the lookout for the scary Cardassian escaped prisoner. You could issue a reward for my capture.”
 
Odo appeared unimpressed.
 
“Odo, I implore you. Permit me some dignity. Remove the guards.”
 
“They haven’t bothered you before.”
 
“The waste of manpower bothers me. Your valuable staff, being reduced to such an unchallenging assignment.”
 
Odo almost smiled.
 
“It’s distracting, knowing that they are right outside my door every moment. I have no privacy.”
 
“That’s the idea,” Odo explained earnestly. “It’s supposed to be uncomfortable. It’s a punishment.” He seemed to be enjoying himself. “Although, since they remain outside your door, it is difficult to see how they impinge on your privacy.”
 
Garak tried again. “Odo. As a friend –”
 
“A friend?! You tried to wipe out me and my people!”
 
Garak shrugged. “The Founders threatened my people. They would still like to eliminate us.”
 
Odo just glared. This was not going well, Garak realized. Perhaps he should deal with the guards in his own way. But he would only get away with that for a short time, and the repercussions would be unpleasant.
 
“Odo. What can I say that will convince you that I will keep to my confinement voluntarily?”
 
“I can’t think of a thing,” said Odo, unhelpfully.
 
“I swear, on the safety and well-being of my people and planet, Cardassia, that I will remain in my quarters.”
 
Odo looked at him. He was being quite persistent in this. No matter what words he uttered, of course, there was no trusting him.
 
“Plus, you can put a monitoring device on me. And a force field attuned only for Cardassians. Anything you like. You know there are plenty of options that don’t require guards.”
 
This was true enough. And he did have better things for his staff to be doing. Reluctantly, Odo agreed.
 
                        *                      *                      *                      *
 
He was looking forward to their dinner more than he cared to admit. He hadn’t been able to focus on any of his activities as the day oozed by. Finally, when he could cease pretending to be otherwise occupied, he treated himself to a long steam to relax. His scales had a tendency to dry out in this environment: always too cold, and never enough humidity. Then he dressed himself with particular care. What are you so worked up about, he scolded himself. Don’t even think of it. It’s just another lunch. Only it’s …later. What nonsense that was, he thought. That puerile book must have lowered his intelligence just by exposure.
 
 
So, I’m having a … response to this. Then just be aware of it, he told himself. Be alert. Be in control. Play the same game you always do. And make sure you keep yourself back. Behind the mask. This is not the time to let your guard down.
 
The door chimed.
 
Garak took a breath, approached the entrance, and pressed the open.
 
The door parted to reveal Bashir, his head tilted down, looking into a satchel he was carrying from one hand held loosely down by his side. His weight was on one leg, the other one slightly akimbo. Lights from the hallway were directly behind him, creating a halo effect around the tussle of dark curls. At the whoosh of the door, he looked up, his head still bowed, through his dark lashes at Garak. A small, shy-looking smile crept onto his face.
 
Garak’s hand groped blindly for the wall beside the door for support.
 
In that instant, Garak became aware of two things. With the majority of his mind, he could feel himself experiencing something very similar to what he had felt when he had one of his – attacks. Shortness of breath. Panic. Dizziness. A feeling that all the oxygen had been sucked out of the air. However, this time, the horror was accompanied simultaneously by a sharp, clear jolt of joy. One of his books had described a Terran amusement park, and the character had gone on a roller-glider, or some such nonsense. He imagined that this was the feeling. Both terrifying and thrilling.
 
With the small bit of his mind that was left, he could feel himself sending a fevered prayer of thanks to his childhood teachers, who produced adults with that renowned photographic Cardassian memory. He knew that this image would be forever seared into his brain, for him to look at and re-visit at his leisure.
 
All this passed in a moment, and then Bashir was walking inside, almost hesitantly, as if he had not been spending all those lunches here recently. Garak had arranged a proper eating environment: an actual dining table and chairs were ready to receive his guest.
 
“I figured you must be getting pretty tired of only eating personal replicator fare, so I took the liberty of scouring the local bistros and procuring some gourmet, hand-cooked delights,” said Bashir, with a mockingly-dramatic tone. He began removing containers from the satchel and setting them on the table. “Osso Bucco, from the Terran Café. Pasta with Bajoran Shrimp, from Chez Bajor. Sem’hal Stew, or an approximation of it, courtesy of Quark’s. Lest we not forget our vegetables, Roasted Andorian Tuber Roots with Pinenuts, and Spinach and Cranberry Salad: Quark’s, as well.   And for dessert: delicious, ripe klavaatu and moba fruit salad.” He removed lids, shoved the satchel, which seemed to still have something in it, aside, then took a seat.
 
Garak chose a bottle from a shelf, uncorked it and poured for them both. When he saw the spread, he raised his eyeridges.
 
“Why, doctor, you must have brought enough food for the Fifth Regiment,” he commented, taking his seat.
 
“Oh, not really. See, these are all small portions, and I didn’t know what you would like, so it seemed a good idea to get a variety. Besides, I’m hungry.” He began helping himself to the osso bucco.
 
“What a surprise,” murmured Garak with a smile. He took a small portion of salad. His stomach still seemed to be engaged in pursuits that had nothing to do with food, and his mind was elsewhere, as well.
 
Seeing Bashir sitting across from him seemed different tonight, somehow. He seemed impossibly beautiful, putting centuries of artwork to shame. How could cold stone and metal compare to the warmth and glow of this creature? The smooth, raktajino-with-milk colored skin, the mercurial eyes, now sparkling, now hidden behind lowered lids? He struggled to keep up his end of the conversation.
 
“… ethical relativism can only take you so far. Context isn’t everything.” Bashir was saying as he devoured his food.
 
“But you simply cannot understand the Cardassian civilization without an understanding of its history, doctor,” argued Garak.
 
“I understand that you had times of great famine and scarcity, Garak. As have most worlds,” countered Bashir, abandoning his utensils, picking up his shank bone and regarding it with pleasure. “That still doesn’t” – he began gnawing at the bone – “excuse what you did to the Bajorans.” He turned his attention to the bone, determined to conquer every bit of meat possible.
 
Garak opened his mouth to continue the debate, then stopped, transfixed at the sight of Bashir attending to the bone. His teeth were scraping and nibbling at it, and his lips did their work, as well. Garak stared as Bashir turned the bone this way and that, until finally he turned it on its edge and began to fight for the interior.
 
“Hmmm, even has marrow…” he mumbled and tried sucking and dipping his tongue inside before resorting to the knife.
 
“… Garak? Is something wrong?” Bashir was asking. Garak tore his eyes from the vanquished shank, and met Bashir’s concerned gaze. Garak looked quite pale, Bashir noted, and there was a very strange expression on his face. Garak look a breath, swallowed and leaned back. He missed a tiny smile which flew across Bashir’s face in an instant.
 
“Well, I think I’m done,” said Bashir, setting the bone down with a clink and pushing his plate back.
 
“”Thank goodness,” whispered Garak.
 
“What was that?” Bashir asked, his eyes wide.
 
Garak’s eyes narrowed for an instant, then he shrugged. “I said, Thank you for such a feast, doctor.”
 
It didn’t take long to dispose of the leftover food and dishes in the replicator. Bashir turned to the satchel he had set aside while Garak refilled their glasses.
 
I know you’re going to love this, Garak,” as he placed some sort of game on the table. “Chess!” He began setting up the board. “Have you ever played?”
 
“Hhmm. A poor cousin to kotra, doctor.”
 
Bashir sighed. “Yes, I know. Everything Cardassian is superior to anything else.” He continued putting pieces in their places. “You know the rules, then? You’ve played? Do you need a little refresher course, maybe?”
 
Garak simply raised his eye-ridge. Bashir smiled. “All right. No mercy then. Choose.” He held out his fists. Garak chose. Black.
 
Garak lifted his glass, and they began to play.
 
“The thing about chess,” said Bashir, studying the board some time later, “is that it isn’t just a matter of pure, brute intelligence. That is, it’s not just a question of calculating every move and finding the ‘right’ one. Humans used to regularly beat computers because of their creativity. Cunning. Unexpected moves. Original strategies.”
 
“Like this one, doctor?” asked Garak mildly, taking yet another of Bashir’s pieces. The board was looking darker all the time.
 
“Uh – well.” He bit his lip. Garak was finding himself watching the board less and less. It was amazing, really, that he was winning. Bashir was making some mistakes that were not worthy of him. Garak wondered if he might be distracted, too. Every so often, he thought he saw a glance that might be considered… no. He was sure it was just his imagination, foolishly stoked by this confinement.
 
“Where did you learn to play, Garak? You’re not bad.  I bet there’s a story behind it.” By this time, Bashir’s pieces were down to his queen, three pawns, a rook, and of course his king. Garak had lost some pieces as well, but the board still did not look promising for Bashir. Garak had been pursuing the queen for several moves, and was planning its demise. He now had two of his men advancing, ready to immobilize her.
 
“Pay attention to the game, doctor. Your queen is in jeopardy.   You can’t escape capture forever.”
 
Bashir raised his eyes and gazed at him. Garak felt that confusing light-headedness again. To clear his mind, he broke the eye contact and looked back down at the board.
 
He spoke before he thought.
 
“Look at this.” He nodded at the board. “I’ve been chasing you for ages, Julian. If you don’t watch out, I’m going to pin you down and take you.” He reached out for his bishop.
 
“Is that a promise?” Bashir’s voice was husky.
 
Garak’s hand shook, knocking over the bishop. It clattered to the floor.
 
His ears must be playing tricks on him.  His face grew hot. Without daring to look at Bashir and see that he was being teased, he leaned over and reached for the chess piece.
 
He didn’t see Bashir leaning over at the same time.
 
They both reached for the bishop. Their fingers touched.
 
“Garak?” he heard. He couldn’t draw a breath. Then he did the bravest thing he had done in a long time. He looked at Bashir.
 
And then he was lost. His mind started spinning, spinning. All the possibilities swirled around him. He closed his eyes…
 
                        *                      *                      *                      *
 
 
Garak made Julian promise to keep their new relationship secret, but he should have known better. Only two weeks later, very, very late at night, Dax happened to be passing by just at the moment when Julian was leaving his quarters. It needn’t have been a disaster, of course, if Julian hadn’t instantly turned a deep scarlet and began stammering.
 
Within a day and a half, the whole station knew. Many people were not surprised. After two weeks of avid gossip, no one cared anymore.
 
The relationship continued, outliving the gossip. Far from being a fling, it deepened. It changed everything. It changed nothing. Life continued. They were accepted as a couple. 
 
People visited the station. Station residents went on trips. Entropy increases. News travels.
 
Soon enough, those who had an interest in Garak knew all about it, as well.
 
Even after his sentence was over, Garak seldom left the station, but Bashir? He left frequently – away missions, conferences, medical emergencies, on-site research. It had to happen, eventually.
 
Dukat happened to cross paths with a runabout. He recognized the doctor. 
 
He smiled.
 
Suddenly there was a new way to hurt Garak, more effectively than had ever been possible. A way that Garak had never been trained to endure. Only to avoid. Garak had made a mistake. Now there was an opening. Now, it was time…
 
And, Garak realized, it was Julian who would pay for his mistake.
 
No. No. It can never happen. Do not allow. 
 
                        *                      *                      *                      *
 
He opened his eyes. Julian’s fingers were still lightly touching his own. The bishop lay, forgotten, on the floor.
 
There was Julian’s face before him, radiating need, and want, and hope. He looked at Garak with the unspoken question shooting from his eyes, with all his yearning leaking from every pore. Here was Garak’s most cherished dreams, impossible or not, come true on a platter in front of him. The promise of happiness. But he must not accept it.
 
He sat back up, breaking the spell.
 
He smoothed out his face. “Dr. Bashir,” he managed to say, proud at least that his voice wasn’t breaking. “Are you feeling well? You look quite flushed.” He raised his ridges and settled on a look of polite inquiry. He leaned back. His hands reluctantly took refuge in his lap. He closed the moment.
 
“I – I’m fine, Garak,” Julian stumbled, looking confused, as if he had seen something for a moment that had disappeared. “I just got a little lightheaded, I suppose. It will pass.”
 
Garak saw all the possibilities collapse down into only the one that was left to him. He thought of Tain, and how he had always called Garak a weakness he couldn’t afford. What a typical Tain thing to say. Murky. Ambiguous. Garak had always taken it as dismissive, indicative of his own unworthiness. Now, he wasn’t sure.
 
Julian began talking, prattling on about The Never-Ending Sacrifice. His hands darted about nervously, and he seemed to be speaking a little too fast and too brightly. Garak thought about those heroic characters. Throwing themselves on the flames. For the good of the State.
 
Amateurs, he thought. They had no idea. He was throwing himself off the flames. But it had nothing to do with the State. It was the hardest thing he had ever had to do in his long and difficult life.
 
And worst of all, there wasn’t a Jem’Hadar in sight.
 
 
 
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So... Feedback, please!

 
 
 
 

Comments

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liz_mo
Apr. 11th, 2008 09:09 am (UTC)
Oh, *sniff*

I can only second the plea for a sequel.
And your scene is soooo much better than the one in the romance novel ;-)
emma_in_oz
Apr. 11th, 2008 11:13 am (UTC)
Oh yes, please, a sequel????
tli
Apr. 11th, 2008 11:48 am (UTC)
Oh, I agree, you can't just leave it there!

I loved the ways Garak coped with his incarceration, and his reactions to some of the human classics were spot on.
prelocandkanar
Apr. 11th, 2008 02:49 pm (UTC)
Thanks for the comments! A sequel?? Hmm. I hadn't thought about it. Maybe "Marked" is the sequel. Where Garak had decided not to risk getting involved with Julian, and then the worst-case scenario happened anyway...
vsee
Aug. 29th, 2011 01:04 am (UTC)
I happened to read this just after reading Marked, and I saw this as a prequel to Marked. Neat!
prelocandkanar
Aug. 30th, 2011 12:33 pm (UTC)
Yay! I can take credit for a two-parter -- or, at least, linked stories -- totally after the fact.
used_songs
Apr. 11th, 2008 08:21 pm (UTC)
I love how you built the suspense ... and then dashed all of my hopes at the end!!!!!
prelocandkanar
Apr. 12th, 2008 03:50 am (UTC)
Thanks! I had been wavering on how long and how detailed to make the fantasy scenario, where Garak imagines what would/could happen. I thought of making it longer and very specific -- get all those steamy details in -- that maybe that would make it more of a shock when it turns out that it's all in Garak's head. Then I decided to go for simplicity, and do only the minimal amount needed. Also, too long between set-up and pay-off might be confusing, I thought. Glad to see it worked as written.
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prelocandkanar
Apr. 12th, 2008 03:56 am (UTC)
Thanks! I have to tell you, I've enjoyed your fics so much!
prelocandkanar
Apr. 12th, 2008 05:09 am (UTC)
"..looking forward to seeing more..."?

(looking down shyly and poking my toe in the dirt)...didja get a chance to read "Marked?"...
jdr1184
Apr. 12th, 2008 01:16 am (UTC)
He hated himself. He was trying his best to hate Bashir. I remember watching the ep and thinking that Garak didn’t try all that hard to get passed Worf. I love how you’ve tied that in with your story. I am going to agree with those above that I found the repeated use of italics a little distracting. Playing out the plot of a trashy romance novel over a game of chess was just perfect. The ending was heartbreaking.
zonya35
Apr. 12th, 2008 04:23 am (UTC)
Oh no, poor Julian! You broke my heart but the end is realistic. Like the others, I vote for a sequel, please!
zonya35
Apr. 12th, 2008 04:28 am (UTC)
I forgot to say that I enjoyed the story a lot, I like your writing stile and the depth in the characters as well.
I think I'll go to bed now :)
prelocandkanar
Apr. 12th, 2008 04:32 am (UTC)
Thanks! BTW, I love your dark-and-tussled blue Bashir icon!
zonya35
Apr. 17th, 2008 01:02 am (UTC)
Me too, I'm using it for years. Sadly it's not mine, marshmellin did it.

lilyoftheval5
Apr. 17th, 2008 08:21 am (UTC)
*applauds*
A very aptly named story. The ending was amazing, fitting to the max.
Thank you for sharing.
prelocandkanar
Apr. 17th, 2008 02:36 pm (UTC)
Re: *applauds*
Thanks! I actually had lots of fun with these two stories' titles. :D
klramage
May. 3rd, 2008 06:49 pm (UTC)
Oh... sad. :(

But a nice turn on the meaning of the title.

I laughed out loud at the scene where Julian is devouring a shank bone and it reads very much as if he's doing- um- something else. (That's not just my filthy mind, is it?)
prelocandkanar
May. 3rd, 2008 11:39 pm (UTC)
*snerk* No, I absolutely meant it that way. I didn't think it was a bit subtle, either. (Julian was doing it on purpose, of course - the "tiny smile.") I actually thought about it when we (dh & me) had osso bucco together. Almost over the top, but good [clean? dirty?] fun.
klramage
May. 4th, 2008 06:06 pm (UTC)
Ah, I suspected as much. :)
lady_drace
Aug. 4th, 2008 11:38 pm (UTC)
Oh you are so cruel! GAH!!! But damn I love the story anyway... How unfair of you to write and unhappy ending so good that I have to love the whole thing anyway. OMG.

Also read Marked... an ending much more to my liking (just look at my immensely long comment)

I better get back to my own fic. Big, fat, moochy, happy end coming up. :oP
prelocandkanar
Aug. 5th, 2008 12:56 pm (UTC)
Well, I didn't set out deliberately to write a sad ending! But it sometimes seems harder for these boys to get to the happily-ever-after. I do try to get them to the happy-place!

Thanks so much for your comments! I look forward to reading yours.
lady_rilwen
Nov. 19th, 2008 02:02 pm (UTC)
I like this a lot. It does seem very true to his character to decide to hold back at the end there.
Minor correction; it should be 'worst of all' rather than 'worse'. ;)
prelocandkanar
Nov. 20th, 2008 01:19 am (UTC)
[head-desk]

Of course! This one, I claim as a typo, though! :D

Thanks for catching it!
tanuki_josei
Nov. 29th, 2008 09:27 pm (UTC)
That was cool.

I liked the bit with Garak and Odo and also (again) the dinnertime conversation just felt so spot on.

^_^

Was a teeny bit confused about the passage describing the continuation of the whole relationship and after going back and skimming over it again I kind of worked it out.

Overall nice and sweet. And... idunno there is something so much more poignant about almost-romances than there is about outright sex-romps isn't there?
prelocandkanar
Dec. 1st, 2008 05:08 pm (UTC)
Thanks! I'm glad to know the conversations worked well. They were fun to write.

Yeah, these almost-romances can be just right. I find it delicious to cast Garak as a tragic hero -- don't you think he'd make a good Sydney Carton from Tale of Two Cities?

I really appreciate your reading these, and commenting! :D
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prelocandkanar
Sep. 4th, 2009 01:14 am (UTC)
Exactly! Garak knows he just can't take that risk, to put Julian in such danger.

Glad you liked it! And thanks so much for commenting!
(Anonymous)
Sep. 30th, 2009 05:38 am (UTC)
so sad! but so brilliant, Garak was so in character. and yet it was completely believable. i give it five stars!!!!!
eru_a
Mar. 8th, 2010 10:21 am (UTC)
I like the concept very much, with Garak in luxurious confinement where he can't escape his dreams of Julian until even a trashy romance novel starts to inspire them. "As he drifted off to sleep, the napkin fell..." - that was really beautiful. And then later of course the actual scene that you expect to be a real-life version of the one in the novel, but it turns out rather differently. You can always count on me to adore any kind of (well-handled) intertextuality. Did you quote from an existing novel or did you write that passage yourself?

You're also really good at bringing a situation to life through physical detail. I love the description of Julian pouring yamok sauce over those loaves "in thin, little winding rivers", the spots of fat on the paper etc.

A bit of critical feedback: I found the structure of the story, especially of the final dinner scene, a bit sloppy and inconsistent, you build up tension several times only to drop it again in the next paragraph. That's a pity, because otherwise the story would have been more intense. Since it's a question of little changes in many places I wouldn't want to give you such feedback here, but I could mail you about it if you like...
jolinar_rosha
Aug. 10th, 2010 06:57 pm (UTC)
oh you are so cruel!!! Therefore, as you suggest to a commentor bellow, I shall choose to view Marked as the sequel to this, because I'll be horribly sad otherwise.

poor Garak.
jolinar_rosha
Aug. 10th, 2010 06:58 pm (UTC)
But I DID love the story. It was so good.

Though you're still cruel.
prelocandkanar
Aug. 11th, 2010 03:55 am (UTC)
Uh... should I say thank you?? ;)

It's actually pretty cool, to think of "Marked" as this fic's sequel. See, when I wrote this, I just couldn't come up with a realistic, believable (to me) way for Garak to finally allow himself to get involved with Bashir. There seemed to be too many logical reasons why he shouldn't, and I couldn't get myself to believe that he'd act impulsively.

But this fic certainly shows his yearning.

Then, "Marked" forces the issue, by taking things out of his hands and putting him in that outrageous situation. Even then, he was prepared to forget the whole thing ever happened. It was up to Julian to push it forward.

So, even though I didn't plan it that way... I guess it works. And it gives us the happy ending!
azimech
Jan. 26th, 2013 04:26 pm (UTC)
Wow, wow, wow!!
What an utterly beautiful, sophisticated piece of art. Heartbreaking. It had my on the edge of my seat. And the ending: one part of me kicks me for saying that, but it's the best ending I've ever read because it is so ... Garak.
It is weird, so many years after the show I suddenly think back of DS9 and what my teenage eyes wouldn't see is just clear as day: the interesting chemistry between these two! And suddenly I'm hooked and search for fics to feed my need and thankfully stumble over such great fics like yours.
Thank you so much for the story. I love it dearly!
prelocandkanar
Jan. 27th, 2013 03:26 pm (UTC)
What a delight to get your comment! I'm so glad you enjoyed it. I think the chemistry between these two is so interesting; they're almost a perfect yin/yang, but they have similarities as well. And of course, Garak is such a fascinating character with such a rich psychology, and I see Julian as strong, too, although in a different way. They're so much fun to write!

It's always so cool when someone discovers and comments a fic that I wrote quite a while ago. If you enjoyed this, maybe you'd like some of my other G/B fics....??? (she said shyly.)

Thanks so much for taking the time to comment! :D

Edited at 2013-01-27 03:26 pm (UTC)
amikatana
Jul. 8th, 2013 09:14 pm (UTC)
Wow! I am so late to this party, but still! Just augh that ending - it breaks my heart but it makes so much sense. Great writing! I'll just be going to browse through that Garak/Bashir tag now >.>
prelocandkanar
Aug. 7th, 2013 04:33 pm (UTC)
Thank you for your feedback! There's no such thing as being too late to the party, although that was exactly what I thought when I got into DS9 and G/B, way after the last bits of tinsel had gotten swept up. :D

It's always wonderful to get feedback, any time, believe me! I'd be delighted to hear if you enjoy any of my other G/B fics!

Thanks again for reading, and mostly, for taking time to comment!
(Anonymous)
Jun. 4th, 2014 11:39 pm (UTC)
Sequel
It was just wonderfull! First part remind me of what I was thinking about Garaks try to wipe out the Founders.

Still, the ending is just perfect, it leaves reader completly helpless and begging for sequel, but to be completly honest I think that it is the best if you are a little bit unsatisified when something ends :D

As I usually think of fan fiction - it could use a little bit more of whole station background, but it's great anyway :D
prelocandkanar
Jun. 5th, 2014 01:19 am (UTC)
Re: Sequel
Thank you so much for writing! I'm glad you enjoyed it.

I agree -- better to leave the reader wanting more.

Thanks!
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