Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek: Deep Space Nine.
Author's Note: Garak/Bashir Please don't get mad at me for having Julian like this music, and for making up something about Cardassian music...I live in my own little ignorant Star Trek world and this song reminds me of Elim Garak. It's a fabulous song, look it up!
Julian's ABCs
B is for Burning
"What a lovely outfit!"
Julian had just stepped out of the holosuite wearing an ancient San Francisco Giants uniform. Sweat was dotted across his forehead, and the jersey was sticking to him because of all his perspiration. He glanced down the hallway to see Garak strutting in is direction.
Suddenly feeling self-conscious, Julian lowered his gaze to stare at his cleats.
Garak was very obvious as he looked slowly down Julian's body and back up. "May I ask what you were doing?"
"Baseball." Julian answered, crossing his arms and shifting his weight to his left foot.
"Ah, yes. It is the Captain's favorite, is it not?"
Nodding, Julian smirked. "Yeah. It's great exercise. You should try it some time."
Garak's eyes widened. "Me? Why, the very idea is appalling! I think I should leave the baseball playing to the...professionals." He winked, turning to leave Julian standing alone.
Julian could feel his skin begin to crawl, and then he felt as if it had caught fire. He watched Garak walk away as he trembled and felt his skin burn.
