Hey, guys! I was scrolling through all of my stories, and I saw this one, and the many positive reviews it got. So, I decided I was going to try and pick it back up. This short chapter is…short, because I'm low on time and I wanted to sort of bump this, that way people will know that it's about to start back up again! So, I hope you enjoy, and just try to stick with me!
Julian sat in the chair in front if the desk in his office. The past few days had been exciting for him; Garak had returned, the Borg were threatening war, and he had discovered that Cardassia was having a hard time returning to their usual state after the Dominion had taken over things. This was almost too much for one person to handle; and it was all taking place in just the past few days.
Even though he had forgiven Garak for not telling him about the threat, Julian still felt disappointed that his friend hadn't told him. Sure, he wasn't the most mature person on the station, but he was old enough –and mature enough, he might add- to keep a secret such as this. Besides, how long did Garak expect to keep it a secret, anyways? It was the Borg. Someone was going to find out sooner or later.
The past few days had brough a lot of stress onto the station's Chief Medical Officer, and it was showing. He had things to do, injuries to prepare for, patients to look after daily, and ever since Sisko had left, he had been thrown into a higher position on the station. People were respecting him a little more; obviously not enough to tell him about a Borg threat, but it was more respect than he had had his first year or two on the station. And then there was Miles…
Miles.
Oh, how Julian missed him so. The art board in Quark's hung dusty and dirty on the wall, hardly being used at all. Julian could do nothing but stare at it when he was there alone. Quark managed to cheer him up slightly, but even Quark was slightly depressed ever since Odo and the Captain had left. Too many changed had taken place on the station too quickly, and no one was adjusting as well as they thought they would have.
Dr. Bashir sighed and leaned back into his chair. There was no way he could let Garak go. There was no way he would let Garak go. Life was cruel enough to take Miles and Garak away, but taking them away, giving one back, and then taking him away again was too cruel to do to anyone. No, Garak would have to stay on the station.
