This is a series of drabbles (usually around 500 words) all relating to Julian Bashir from DS9. Mulitple Ships and friendships will be used as this is based slightly on the RP group USS Tumblr. Each chapter can have up to 3 drabbles depending on length.
Miles O'Brien - Mourn Me (Miles/Keiko, Julian Bashir, Sisko)
"How long has he been in there?"
"All night, Sir. He hasn't left." Benjamin Sisko sighed as he dismissed the Lieutenant and walked into the room that was serving as a viewing place for Miles O'Brien. The whole station was in morning, least of all his wife, children and best friend. The last of which was currently sitting along in the front row of seats.
O'Brien's body had been laid in state for the last twenty-four hours to give mourners a chance to pay their respects before his funeral later in the week. During the day hours there had been no end to the line of those wanting to say goodbye. Keiko had remained with the body during the entire viewing, as did Julian Bashir. Molly and Yoshi were being cared for by various members of the senior staff, as well as Jake who took the two for a few hours. Keiko however was no longer in the room, which Sisko suspected was the doing of Julian.
He walked across the silent and dimmed room to sit next to Bashir, who was staring emotionlessly at the flagged draped tube.
"I see you got Keiko to sleep," Sisko started.
"I told her she should get some, the children would need her and I would stay with Miles," Julian responded, his voice oddly clipped.
"You need rest as well, Doctor," Sisko stated in a soft tone. He wasn't sure that the man beside him had slept at all since the station got the word that O'Brien had been caught in an explosion and had died from his injuries.
"I'm fine, Captain," Julian responded, glancing briefly at Sisko, but long enough for Sisko to pick up the emotions he was trying to hide. A stranger of course would just see the mask Julian was trying to pull off, but Benjamin Sisko had known the younger man for almost eight years, and had learned to see beyond the masks. He saw the tiredness, the pain and the grief. He also saw a fair amount of guilt that did not belong there.
"It wasn't your fault, Julian. You weren't there; there is nothing you could have done."
"That's the point, Captain. I. Wasn't. There. He asked me to go with him. I told him I wasn't in the mood and had paperwork I needed to work on that built up the last few weeks. I choose paperwork over my best friend and now he's gone"
"And you would have been dead as well, and I would be overseeing two funerals."
"Not necessarily" Sisko bit back a sigh. Perhaps Ezri would have been a better choice to talk to Bashir.
"Rest, Julian."
"I am not leaving him alone. I did once and he ended up dead. And I promised Keiko he wouldn't be alone."
"I'll watch over him. Go sleep for a few hours. Get something to drink, to eat. Keiko is going to need you, Julian. You need to take care of yourself as well."
"I really am fine, Sir."
No, he wasn't, Sisko thought.
MU!Jadzia Dax - I Ship You With Ezri Dax (Ezri/Julian, Jadzia Dax, Sisko, Miles O'Brien)
(AU To the above drabble)
Jadzia and Ezri beamed down to Bajor along with Sisko as soon as they had heard of the explosion at the mini-golf course. No one was sure what had happened yet. It was suspected that the generator powering the place had malfunctioned. So far three people had been declared dead, and they all knew that Julian and Miles had been at the course before.
Jadzia watched Ezri, who looked paler then usual as she searched around the crowds of survivors and rescue teams. She knew exactly who the other Dax was looking for. She heard her mumble under her breath where is he?
"Sit down!" Jadzia turned at the sound of O'Brien's voice. It took a few minutes but she found O'Brien standing next to Julian, looking ok except for a few cuts and bruises. Julian on the other hand had a large gash across his forehead, blood all over the side of his face. "You have a concussion. You need to sit down and let the people without head injuries help everyone."
"Ezri," Jadzia said, catching her friend's attention. "He's over there." Ezri looked in the direction that Jadzia was pointing, and the moment that she saw the two men it was clear on her face as relief seemed to pour out of her eyes. She quickly made her way over to the two men.
"I'm fine, Miles. I can help."
"NO, you are not," Ezri said as she stopped next to him, checking him over for more serious injuries. Her hand reached up and touched his cheek, bringing his attention to her. "You're bleeding profusely from your forehead. Somehow I don't think that's a sign of perfect health."
"I'm Fine, Ezri. Head wounds bleed more than most."
"He's got a concussion," Miles said, glad to hand over the fight. "The EMT said he needs to sit down and relax and work on getting his brain unscrambled before he practices medicine."
Spotting a spot where she could make him sit, Ezri pulled the man towards it, pushing him down and sitting on him.
"There, now you can't argue," she said with a smile. Jadzia shared an amused look with O'Brien. And then she smirked as a thought occurred to her.
"Perhaps you should kiss it better, Ezri." She said with a smile in the couple's direction. Ezri caught on and made it look like she was pondering, holding a finger to her mouth while looking up in the air.
"You are right, Jadzia. I believe that is sound medical advice," she finally responded, laughter in her voice. She leaned down and kissed his forehead next to the cut, which now after viewing was closed. The blood must have been from before the cut had been repaired. Then she looked at him, the worry she had felt earlier returning to her eyes before she leaned in and kissed him on the mouth, successfully distracting him.
Jadzia just smiled. It was about time.
