Icon by @ThatSpookyAgent. Call me Tir or Julian. 37. He/They. Queer. Twitter: @tirlaeyn. ao3: tirlaeyn. 18+ Only. Star Trek. The X-Files. Sandman. IwtV. OMFD. Definitionless in this Strict Atmosphere.
But I wanted to bust this out. Jim loves Spock and things that reminds him of Spock, but he also loves himself⦠and things that remind him of himself.
Is it me, or is the Garak/Bashir fandom short on ‘fuck or die’ stories?
I know SG-1 is full of them, and they can get overdone, but some would be nice.
You know what, you’re right. Dammit.
I can think of two: The Wisdom of Madmen on AO3 by LaDemonessa and Marked by PrelocandKanar (not on AO3). But you’re right, that’s not a lot. And so, just for you @aurora-nova-fic here is a quick fic in that vein:
To Save The Station - a short fic
“This is bad,” muttered Jadzia.
They were in Ops - the senior staff plus Garak, discussing the Dominion threat - when the station had rocked violently and bolts of electricity had sparked through the station, leaving in their wake a cold, dead and dark station.
“We know that, Old Man,” said Sisko. “Can you do anything about it?”
“Working on it Benjamin. Chief, the emergency power to the computer is flickering. Can you stabilise it?”
“I’ll do my best.?
“Really,” said Garak to no one in particular (i.e. to Julian). “This kind of thing never happened when the Cardassians ran Terok Nor.”
“That’s because Cardassians are too conservative. They don’t go out around trying to shake things up. You couldn’t even discover the wormhole on your doorstep.”
‘Yes, and the wormhole has been soooo great. Let’s just give the Dominion quick access to the Alpha quadrant, why don’t we?”
“At least -”
“Julian.’ interrupted Jadzia.
Julian ran over like an eager puppy. “Can I help? Do you need me?”
“Yes. I need you and Garak to take it to the other side of Ops so I can concentrate.”
“Oh, um, right. sorry. C’mon Garak.”
Their bickering faded as they walked away but by no means abated. They were still hard at it a half hour later - having moved on to the respective ridiculousness of Human vs Cardassian legal policies, when Jadzia called everyone over.
“I’ve figured it out,” she said grimly. “But you’re not going to like it.”
“We hardly have a choice, do we?” said Sisko.
“I’m afraid not,” said Jadzia. “It’s a temporal flux. Our reality has been infected by an alternate reality. Fortunately it only touched us briefly, and fortunately the alternate reality is very close to ours, but to fix the breach we have to align the realities.”
“And how do we do that, Old Man?”
“I’m afraid Julian and Garak have to have sex.”
“What?” (this from several people at once).
Jadzia shrugged. “It’s that or watch the realities tear each other apart. We’re at the centre of the disturbance, and in that reality Julian and Garak are having sex. If they have sex here too, I can hold the realities together long enough to repair the breach.”
Julian gulped and turned a nervous eye on Garak, who was looking anywhere but at Julian. “Well …” said Julian tentatively. “If it’s that or destroy our reality …”
“Really, doctor, you make it sound like such a chore!” snorted Garak.
“i did not! You always read too much into everything!”
“Me! I’m not the one who -”
“Boys,” said Jadzia. “While I appreciate that you’ve started the foreplay, perhaps you’d care to take it somewhere more private?”
An hour later, Kira groaned. “How many times are they going to save the universe?”
Jadzia grinned. “Let them have their fun. They’ve been waiting long enough, don’t you think?”
“Temporal flux my ass.” said Miles. “It was a passing meteor and you know it. You’re just tired of listening to them flirt in Quark’s all the time.”
“I just like my friends to be happy,” said Jadzia.
“But in my office, Old Man?” groaned Sisko.
“Sorry, Ben. But they make a cute couple, don’t they?”
A/N: I had 20 minutes before I had to board a flight so I wrote a speed challenge of how Julian and Garak would react to a biography of Dukat being published. (Inspired by a comment @thoughts-i-have-had-in-pass-blog left on a post about books Julian and garak would agree and disagree about.) Apologies in advance for any spelling or grammar errors!
Garak rushes through the door in an uncharacteristic show of urgency and openly sighs with relief when he sees Julian already standing in their kitchen looking irritated.
“Did you see—“
“Yes,” Julian cuts him off. “I bloody saw.”
“I can’t believe they decided to publish it.”
Julian nods in agreement, “neither can I. I’ve spent the last two hours reading it, absolute drivel.”
“You read it?” Garak asks, eyebrow ridges rising.
“Of course,” Julian says with an elegant gesture with his left hand.
Garak agrees, “I’ve nearly finished myself. How did they even—?”
“Don’t ask me, I thought everyone who knew him was either dead or hated him.”
Garak nods and looks at his PADD which reads “The Biography of Gul Dukat: The Last Real Patriot.”
“Terribly written too,” Julian comments. “Meandering, contradictory, and frankly veers too closely into hagiography. Honestly, if it weren’t about Dukat I’d guess it was state sanctioned propaganda.”
“I completely agree,” Garak says heatedly. “How unfortunate to see that this is what Cardassia chooses to produce when free of government censorship. Perhaps the firm hand of the state is more necessary than I realized.”
Julian rolls his eyes, “Elim, you introduced the Freedom of the Press Act yourself.”
“And how disheartening to be proven wrong so quickly. I never should have let you seduce me with your federation ideals.”
“Seduce you, did I?” Julian asks, now more amused than irritated. “Thank goodness. After all, we did just agree about a book. I was worried the magic was gone.”
“Oh my dear doctor, if we could not agree on this particular book or that particular Gul, then I should think we have bigger problems.”
Julian concedes and says, “want to get some kanar and take turns reading the most inane parts?”
Garak smiles and says, “I suppose you really are a Cardassian citizen. Though I already know the worst of it.”
“That quote at the end?” Julian asks, before putting on a fake simpering tone to recite, “Gul Dukat has been unfairly maligned in recent history, but an after a close examination I can say—“
“He was the last true Cardassian Hero,” Garak completes in disgust. “Yes, though we must be careful. If we agree too loudly the neighbors may thing we are having problems.”
“Heaven forbid,” Julian says. “I’ll meet you in the living room.”
Garak headed towards the other room and couldn’t help but think there were some benefits to sharing an opinion with his husband after all.
