Icon from a picrew by grgikau. Call me Tir or Julian. 37. He/They. Queer. Twitter: @tirlaeyn. ao3: tirlaeyn. 18+ Only. Star Trek. Sandman. IwtV. OMFD. Definitionless in this Strict Atmosphere.
A Ds9 episode from Garak’s perspective. The episode is him trying to finish this one big order for some dresses while also stopping an assassination attempt in secret.
We see him get some secret information that Sisko is about to be murdered but he can’t tell Sisko for secret reasons. So he has to thwart the assassination attempt himself. We see him make subspace calls to his contacts, sneak around on the station after closing and eventually follow and take out the assassin just as they’re about to murder Sisko.
We ALSO see him deal with Quark being a difficult customer, Bolian customs issue for a button delivery and also Julian Bashir being clueless about what is happening right in front of him at all times.
While Garak is dealing with this very stressful day we get hints about some regular A plot business going on. We see Kai Winn pass the shop talking to Sisko. Garak and Julian have lunch and we hear Julian say stuff like “Quark shouldn’t have bought that mango in the first place” but we never get any details.
At the end of the episode Garak closes the shop early because obviously he’s stressed OUT. Of course Julian says something like “I guess you had a slow day today”. Garak smiles and nods and say “Indeed Doctor, I was bored out of my mind” and they walk away smiling, as we pan to the shop storage room where the body of the assassin is shoved inside a box of discarded wrapping paper.
All I want is that one perfectly comedic scene where Garak is in the middle of getting the dead body into the shop when he hears Julian on the promenade outside. Gaarak, always thinking on his feet, passes the body off as a mannequin while Julian comes in to chat away about racquetball or whatever.
bdsm enjoyers r onto something. i think we should incorporate aftercare into just hanging out. i need a buddy to hold me and say “that was really fun and you seemed normal”
i think the american roadtrip as a manifestation of the vast is a deeply sexy concept. you’ve been traveling for hours and there’s nothing. it’s been empty for as long as you’ve been on the road. you look out in any direction and it’s just more of the same, that vast unchanging emptiness of fields or planes or empty desert to either side of you, the road stretching out infinitely in front of you, behind you. you can do nothing but marvel at the sheer vastness of the land around you, and feel like you can’t be much more than an insignificant little speck against the enormity of the world around you
