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kiramaru7Title: Tête à tête
Fandom: Star Trek: Deep Space 9
Author: kira
Words: 300
Rating: OT
Summary: Julian Bashir finds Garek to be such a tease…
Warnings: none
Author’s Notes: A raktajino is Klingon coffee, a Kai Winn is a dessert named for Bajoran religious leader.
Julian Bashir had to admit there was something about Elim Garek that intrigued him. He didn’t know if it was the Cardassian’s teasing insistence that he was just a mere tailor and nothing more, or if it went deeper than that and he wanted to break some long held and deeply ingrained religious taboo against two men being together. For when he thought about it, his relationship with Garek often reminded him of his numerous clumsy attempts at finding love… when he was younger.
As they sat there in Quark’s, enjoying a quite dinner, Julian wondered if the Cardassian was flirting with him. Instead of wining and dining him, and showering him with expensive jewelry, Garek shared a meal or two with him, while offering Julian tidbits of information that sometimes panned out. Garek’s voice always seemed to have a touch of silkiness to it that was reserved for him alone. He also liked to shower Julian with innuendo, sexual and otherwise, leaving Julian confused as to his intensions, while covering it up with feigned innocence or misdirection.
“Would you like to get dessert, Dr. Bashir?” Garek’s voice was soft as silk in his ears above the roar of the crowds at the dabo tables and his smile just as pleasant as always.
“I’d like that…” Julian replied. He wondered what sort of dessert the Cardassian had in mind that he had just agreed to, especially when Garek’s lips curved upwards into a faint smirk.
Garek called over their Ferengi waiter. “We’d like two raktajinos and a ‘Kai Winn’ for the good doctor.”
“Aren’t you having one, Garek?” Julian asked.
“No, I have to watch my girlish figure,” the Cardassian smirked.
“I see…”
“And do you like what you see?”
Julian briefly thought it over. “I do…”
Garek smiled “Indeed…”
Title: The Logic of the Emotional
Fandom: Star Trek, the original series
Author: kira
Words: 255
Rating: G
Summary: Amanda, after venting her frustrations at them, realize both her husband and son have an odd sense of humor…
Warnings: none
Author’s Notes: Special thanks to my beta, Jen, for helping me with a title.
“Logic, logic, logic! I’m sick to death of logic!” Amanda shouted, venting her frustrations at her husband Sarek and their son, Spock, as they lay there in sickbay. Her husband was recovering from his operation, while Spock recovered from the drugs used to enable him to donate enough blood for it.
“Emotional, isn’t she?” Spock said to his father.
“Quite,” Sarek confirmed.
“Then why did you marry her?” Spock asked, quirking a delicate eyebrow at his father.
“It was the logical thing to do at the time,” Sarek deadpanned. He held out his index and middle finger to her in a very Vulcan sign of affection
Amanda sighed as she returned the gesture. Her husband Sarek could be so annoyingly and frustratingly logical that she wanted to throttle him, and yet, there were times like this when his eyes twinkled with repressed amusement while he teased her about her emotional outburst. Shaking her head at him, she wished that just once, he would throw taboo out the window and let his lips curve upwards in a playful smirk. When she thought about it, her son Spock was just as bad. His only saving grace was that he had never made a habit out of teasing her, only occasionally joining in with his father, despite their strained relationship, if logic dictated that he should. Still, she was glad that they were both alright and if she had her way, this budding new respect for one another would blossom into the relationship they should have always had…
Title: Growing Pains…
Fandom: Star Trek, the original series
Author: kira
Words: 300
Rating: G
Summary: Spock learns to deal with teasing…
Warnings: none
Earther! Terran brat! Human! Those words and more rang in Spock’s head as the six year old ran home. The ragged breaths he drew in barely concealed the emotional response he had had to being teased by a group of so-called friends only made him feel worse.
He burst into his home, running past his startled mother, and headed straight to his room. His pet sehlat, I-Chaya, lumbered over to him. Spock buried his face in his shaggy hide and cried his heart out. He could not understand what wrong with his mother or why her marriage to his father was so taboo. All he knew was those awful children made him feel like he should be hidden away and shunned… or worse, that he never should have been born.
Amanda stood just outside her son’s room, sharing his anguish. She wanted to go inside and hold him, while making little comforting noises the way her mother would whenever she was hurting, but Amanda knew better than that. Even though her husband Sarek had never actually said it, she knew he wanted his youngest to be raised to be just as Vulcan as his eldest child. So all she could do was sigh and against her better judgment walk away.
Twenty minutes later, Spock had regained enough control over his emotions to venture out of his room He stoically, with every ounce of his six year old being, pretended nothing was wrong when he saw his mother. He may have only been six, but Spock’s soul seemed so old and world-weary to her and it tore at Amanda’s heart.
“Mother?”
“Yes, Spock?”
“Is it okay if I don’t play with Syrill any more?”
Amanda resisted the urge to hug him. “Yes…”
“Good,” he said in perfect imitation of his father.
Fandom: Star Trek: Deep Space 9
Author: kira
Words: 300
Rating: OT
Summary: Julian Bashir finds Garek to be such a tease…
Warnings: none
Author’s Notes: A raktajino is Klingon coffee, a Kai Winn is a dessert named for Bajoran religious leader.
Julian Bashir had to admit there was something about Elim Garek that intrigued him. He didn’t know if it was the Cardassian’s teasing insistence that he was just a mere tailor and nothing more, or if it went deeper than that and he wanted to break some long held and deeply ingrained religious taboo against two men being together. For when he thought about it, his relationship with Garek often reminded him of his numerous clumsy attempts at finding love… when he was younger.
As they sat there in Quark’s, enjoying a quite dinner, Julian wondered if the Cardassian was flirting with him. Instead of wining and dining him, and showering him with expensive jewelry, Garek shared a meal or two with him, while offering Julian tidbits of information that sometimes panned out. Garek’s voice always seemed to have a touch of silkiness to it that was reserved for him alone. He also liked to shower Julian with innuendo, sexual and otherwise, leaving Julian confused as to his intensions, while covering it up with feigned innocence or misdirection.
“Would you like to get dessert, Dr. Bashir?” Garek’s voice was soft as silk in his ears above the roar of the crowds at the dabo tables and his smile just as pleasant as always.
“I’d like that…” Julian replied. He wondered what sort of dessert the Cardassian had in mind that he had just agreed to, especially when Garek’s lips curved upwards into a faint smirk.
Garek called over their Ferengi waiter. “We’d like two raktajinos and a ‘Kai Winn’ for the good doctor.”
“Aren’t you having one, Garek?” Julian asked.
“No, I have to watch my girlish figure,” the Cardassian smirked.
“I see…”
“And do you like what you see?”
Julian briefly thought it over. “I do…”
Garek smiled “Indeed…”
Title: The Logic of the Emotional
Fandom: Star Trek, the original series
Author: kira
Words: 255
Rating: G
Summary: Amanda, after venting her frustrations at them, realize both her husband and son have an odd sense of humor…
Warnings: none
Author’s Notes: Special thanks to my beta, Jen, for helping me with a title.
“Logic, logic, logic! I’m sick to death of logic!” Amanda shouted, venting her frustrations at her husband Sarek and their son, Spock, as they lay there in sickbay. Her husband was recovering from his operation, while Spock recovered from the drugs used to enable him to donate enough blood for it.
“Emotional, isn’t she?” Spock said to his father.
“Quite,” Sarek confirmed.
“Then why did you marry her?” Spock asked, quirking a delicate eyebrow at his father.
“It was the logical thing to do at the time,” Sarek deadpanned. He held out his index and middle finger to her in a very Vulcan sign of affection
Amanda sighed as she returned the gesture. Her husband Sarek could be so annoyingly and frustratingly logical that she wanted to throttle him, and yet, there were times like this when his eyes twinkled with repressed amusement while he teased her about her emotional outburst. Shaking her head at him, she wished that just once, he would throw taboo out the window and let his lips curve upwards in a playful smirk. When she thought about it, her son Spock was just as bad. His only saving grace was that he had never made a habit out of teasing her, only occasionally joining in with his father, despite their strained relationship, if logic dictated that he should. Still, she was glad that they were both alright and if she had her way, this budding new respect for one another would blossom into the relationship they should have always had…
Title: Growing Pains…
Fandom: Star Trek, the original series
Author: kira
Words: 300
Rating: G
Summary: Spock learns to deal with teasing…
Warnings: none
Earther! Terran brat! Human! Those words and more rang in Spock’s head as the six year old ran home. The ragged breaths he drew in barely concealed the emotional response he had had to being teased by a group of so-called friends only made him feel worse.
He burst into his home, running past his startled mother, and headed straight to his room. His pet sehlat, I-Chaya, lumbered over to him. Spock buried his face in his shaggy hide and cried his heart out. He could not understand what wrong with his mother or why her marriage to his father was so taboo. All he knew was those awful children made him feel like he should be hidden away and shunned… or worse, that he never should have been born.
Amanda stood just outside her son’s room, sharing his anguish. She wanted to go inside and hold him, while making little comforting noises the way her mother would whenever she was hurting, but Amanda knew better than that. Even though her husband Sarek had never actually said it, she knew he wanted his youngest to be raised to be just as Vulcan as his eldest child. So all she could do was sigh and against her better judgment walk away.
Twenty minutes later, Spock had regained enough control over his emotions to venture out of his room He stoically, with every ounce of his six year old being, pretended nothing was wrong when he saw his mother. He may have only been six, but Spock’s soul seemed so old and world-weary to her and it tore at Amanda’s heart.
“Mother?”
“Yes, Spock?”
“Is it okay if I don’t play with Syrill any more?”
Amanda resisted the urge to hug him. “Yes…”
“Good,” he said in perfect imitation of his father.
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