Author's Thanks: to Inyri!
I - Nice to meet somebody else who shares my views. :) I love these kinds of stories, and who needs foul language or cough? Seriously, indirect description on that matter can tell a lot more about your POV character than direct. And what visual learner from words wants that on his memory?
If that's a rant, I'm sorry. This has been a pressure point of mine… Anyway, since I don't want to stand trial for murder, I suppose I'd better update. :D
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Author's Note:
Again, don't blaspheme or swear, but do tell me your thoughts & do put a smiley after jokes!
(Insult me if you feel I deserve it.)
Enjoy! :)
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3: Coping :3
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- - - Deep Space Nine - - -
She shivered, chilled.
Her eyes took in her cell, most of all the opening before her. She scooted carefully forward until the forcefield flared up before her. Her mouth opened in surprise. It didn't hurt!
Someone came towards her cell, palm light in hand. She scrambled back.
The guard examined her with the light. After a long moment, he deactivated the forcefield. He crouched before her and offered a hand, beckoning.
Suspicious, she edged forward, gazing at him intently. Timidly, she took his hand.
He led her to the desk, picked her up and set her on it. He reached inside a basket he had with him and handed her a roll and some tea. She looked at it, then back at him.
The man smiled, his nose like hers and Kira Nerys. He took another roll from the basket, showed it to her, and bit into it. He exaggerated his chewing, showing his enjoyment.
She nibbled the roll and licked her lips. "Your wife's a good cook," she complimented, but he frowned in confusion.
Embarrassed, she looked down.
The guard took her chin and raised it so she'd look at him, his earring dangling. She realized that woman had worn an earring like this man's. What did it mean?
He closed her hand around the teamug. Following his miming, she tried it, too. Her eyes lit up. Grandfather had made this!
She grinned at the fellow 'Bajoran'.
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- - - Memory - - - see episode 544: "His Way"
"—Wait!" She hurried up to the Constable.
"Major, if you don't mind, I'd like to forget all about last night."
"I don't think that's a very good idea. We need to talk about what happened."
"Very well. We can meet in my office in an hour."
"Let's discuss it over dinner."
"Dinner?"
"You can pick the restaurant—anywhere except a holosuite."
"What about Shakaar? You think he would approve?"
"I don't care if he approves or not. Shakaar and I are friends—that's all. Friends."
That stops him in his tracks.
"The First Minister wanted me to update him on the war with the Dominion. My visit was strictly business… So… Are we going to have dinner together or not?"
"And if we do, then what?" His tone accusing, her temper rose to match, attracting many an eye on the Promenade.
"I don't know… Maybe we could go dancing."
"And after that, I suppose you'll expect me to kiss you."
"It's possible."
"Then who needs dinner? Why don't I get it over with and kiss you right now?"
"Why don't—"
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Kira Nerys forced herself awake. She threw off the covers and hastily dressed. "Computer, time."
"The time is oh-two-hundred hours."
She struck the wall in frustration. "Can't I sleep?" she growled.
Huffing, she strode out into the darkened station.
Minutes later on the empty Promenade, she noticed two figures in the security office. She strode in. "What's this?"
The security officer started, coming to attention. "Colonel!" He nodded at little Plié, frozen with an unfinished roll and cup of tea in hand. "The girl couldn't sleep, and I thought she might be hungry."
"Hi, Plié," Nerys greeted softly.
The girl looked blank, then tried, "Hi?"
Colonel Kira smiled. She nodded, nudging the guard.
"Hi," he responded, then offered, "She seems to like the tea."
She nodded acknowledgment. "See that she's well accommodated."
"Yes, Colonel."
After a final smile at Plié. she left.
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- - - Cardassia - - -
"I asked not to be disturbed!"
The young man bowed timidly. "Forgive me, Protector Garak. A woman is here to see you. She calls herself an old friend."
The former tailor and interrogator frowned. "That so?"
"She asked me to show you this." The messenger handed him a small canvas.
He grabbed it from the boy, caution lost on seeing the painting. A younger him stood beside his old mentor Tain, a woman on either side of them, their Cardassian faces split down the middle. The younger one, to the right, was Bajoran on the right half of her face. But the one on the left…
His lips quirked as he examined the left side of her face. Raven tresses flew wild about her, black tentacles swimming in her deathly pale gray features. Funny he hadn't remembered her until he'd seen this.
…Or was it?
The Cardassian leader gave his messenger a darkly pleased glance, leaning back in his chair. "Let the girl in."
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- - - Deep Space Nine - - -
"Julian?"
He didn't glance up from his PADD. "Yeah?"
Lieutenant Ezri Dax grimaced. "Could you take a look at my back?"
"One moment…"
"Not 'one moment'! You have a patient now!" she snapped.
Doctor Bashir scowled. "I'm coming!"
He left his computer station and went to check on Ezri, not noticing the small figure nearby…
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- - - Deep Space Nine - - -
Is that a…?
The scrawny eleven-year-old boy crept up to the console. He glanced the Terran's way, making sure he wasn't noticed.
Extending his legs, he reached his finger over to the petri dish. He dropped a small glimmering red sample from his finger, and watched intently for the results.
Something started beeping. The boy hastily got out of there as the man came to see what was going on.
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"What…?" Frowning, he examined the readout, ignoring her completely.
A tiny bit of matter in the dish caught her eye. "Julian?" she asked, crouching to see it at eye level. "What's this?"
"I don't know!" Bewildered, the doctor was smacking buttons for tests. "It wasn't there a few seconds ago."
"Weird…" She watched it a moment more, then stood. "Now, my back?"
Julian hesitated, then came to continue her treatment.