A/N: A little one shot based on my OC Corina and Damar. While I think how I'd like to continue Corina, I've written this little one shot to satisfy my need for some Damar/OC action.

I originally planned to fit this into my fic Corina but I couldn't figure out where to put it.

Needless to say, you don't need to read Corina or any of my other Damar fics, but feel free if you'd like to!

In this little hurt/comfort fic, Corina and Damar are Terok Nor's answer to Bonnie and Clyde, fleecing innocent (or not-so-innocent) Bolians.

"You're sure about this?"

She knew that he meant well, that he believed he was trying to get her to see sense. But she also knew that there was no time for that. Purposefully, she caught his eye, gave him a wry look. "Damar, we need this... this... what did you call it?"

He raised an eyeridge. "A sublinear processing chip?"

"Yeah, that's it," she said quickly, before he could reward himself with a smile. "We need it. I might be able to get it. I don't see what's wrong with the plan."

"Well, 'plan' implies that some thought has gone into it. We didn't really think about this."

She shrugged. "Spontaneity."

Damar sighed, but smiled, watching her closely as she regarded herself in the window. The glass was dark and dirty and it made it very difficult for her to see much but it was good enough. She pursed her lips, applied some lipstick, its rouge tint stark against her white skin. Then she tousled her hair, letting it fall around her face. She turned to face him.

"How do I look?"

He didn't miss a beat and before he knew it, he had spoken. "Irresistible."

She had to drag her gaze away from his as she stepped into her shoes and strode out of the room.

Damar watched until she had disappeared from view, then sat down, holding the padd in his hand.

Corina walked quickly, deliberately, careful not to attract any unwanted attention, a difficult feat considering her attire. The streets were cobbled and she lost her balance on more than one occasion, but she finally made it to her destination. The club's sign was flickering, the lights on and off, while below it the door was guarded by two burly bouncers.

Taking a deep breath, she came to the door, standing squarely at the entranceway.

The bouncers surveyed the scene before them. Ignoring the drunken aliens carousing in the courtyard, they easily noticed the beautiful woman.

One of them held her firmly in his gaze, looking her up and down. Satisfied, he nodded and stepped aside, telling his companion to do the same.

Corina bowed her head, walked through the cramped corridor and reached the floor, the music pounding and the people writhing. She squeezed through the crowds, ignoring the rudeness and the leers until she came to the bar.

"What'll it be?"

She smiled at the bartender. "I'll have a Black Hole, please."

The Bolian bartender nodded. "That'll be four strips of Latinum." She gave it to him; he took it and cashed it. He stared at her for some time before he eventually turned away.

"On second thoughts, make it two." She wondered if she might regret that decision later on but she knew that she wanted to be slightly inhibited to carry out this particular task.

With a drink in each hand, she fought her way through the swell of people, tottering in her heels, then perched herself on a stool towards the edge of the room.

She was halfway through her first drink when, as she and Damar had expected, their contact appeared. She frowned. It was the Bolian bartender. She finished the first glass.

Seeing that a Ferengi had since taken over the Bolian's position behind the bar, Corina crossed her legs and leant forwards on the table.

"Come, sit with me," she said, having to nearly resort to shouting to ensure that he would be able to hear her over joyous shouts of the patrons and the thumping of the music.

After a few quick glances around himself, the Bolian caught her eye. "No, thank you. I'll stand."

"Have you got what we agreed?"

He nodded, reaching into his jacket pocket to reveal something that was small, square and silver.

Corina reached out, but he put it out of sight again. Shaking his head, he made a face of annoyance. "Latinum first."

With a sigh and a slight sense of worry, Corina slipped a hand into the front of her dress. Ignoring the Bolian as he cleared his throat, she pulled out the required funds. She placed the Latinum on the table and the Bolian grabbed it, holding no out his other hand underneath the table so that Corina could get a hold of the processing chip.

"It was a pleasure doing business with you," he said, before he had returned to his bar.

She stayed for a brief moment, watching as the Bolian berated the Ferengi for one thing or another. Then she finished off the other glass and slunk back through the crowds, past the hands and the insults, coming to the door through which she had come in. Before she reached the corridor, though, she felt a clammy hand on her shoulder.

"You're not leaving this place alone, are you?"

Biting her lip, she fought back the compulsion to turn around, to see who was talking to her. She stilled her curiosity, her disgust, then gave in and regarded the man — the Bolian — with furious eyes.

"Get your hand off of me," she snapped, shrugged off his touch and continuing to walk on.

"Or what?"

"Or I might do something that I regret."

She had attempted to make her threat sound just that — threatening — but he saw right through it.

He placed another hand on her shoulder, which gave her all of the reason that she needed. Horror etched into her face, she was frozen to the spot.

"I've given you the price that we agreed upon," she said, trying to remain calm. "Now, if you'd let me be on my way."

Saying that, she broke free from his grip, pulled down her dress and pushed past the bouncers, who didn't flinch as the Bolian followed her.

Suddenly, the air grew cold and windy and she could sense the coming rain. With the clap of thunder and the appearance of menacing clouds, a stream of rain came plummeting down, hitting her with such force that she nearly fell over. Her teeth were chattering as the chill of the night air raced through her. Frantically, she wiped her eyes, desperate to see what was ahead.

Realising that the Bolian was still accompanying her, she span around, rounded on him and glared at him. "I've given you what you asked for." His hesitation was all that she needed. He was wrong to think that the threat that she had made just moments earlier was hollow, for, wasting no time, she thrust her knee into his crotch, punching the back of his head as he keeled over.

Catching her breath, she wandered on, then felt another hand on her shoulder. She reeled around, ready to strike again, but her heart settled immediately and she let go.

"Don't ever do that!" she breathed, wiping her eyes again.

Damar grinned, then laughed. "Well, you've certainly shown him."

"I'll show you as well if you don't shut up and get us out of this rain!"

His grin faded and he stopped laughing. "Come on, we haven't got far to go."

She shivered. "It's freezing. This planet's weather systems must be all over the place."

He snorted. "I don't think that this planet's got any weather systems."

Rolling her eyes, Corina and Damar returned to their apartment. He had barely pressed the commpanel and the door had barely slid open before she had kicked off her shoes and flopped onto the couch.

Damar watched, slightly amused. "Did you get it?" he asked after some time.

The question had caught her off guard. "I'm sorry?"

"The processing chip?"

"Oh... yes, I did," she began, before pulling the item from her dress, aware that Damar was watching her with distant, yet interested, eyes. "Here it is."

He took it from her, held her gaze for the tiniest of moments, before setting it to one side.

"Wait," she murmured, standing up. "Damar, give me your hand."

He seemed slightly affronted by the question. "What?"

"Your hand."

Intrigued by her curiosity, her beauty, he held out his hand to her. She held it, stroked it softly. It was cold, very cold.

"That was insensitive of me," she said softly, slowly.

He raised an eyeridge.

"Well, Cardassians don't like the cold, do they?"

Her courage, her knowledge, astounded him. He saw her small, pale hand in his. Then she was touching his cheek, her fingers running gently over the delicate scales and ridges, as her curiosity and her desire threatened to overtake her.

She gasped and stepped backwards. "I'm sorry, I—"

"You don't have to apologise."

"Look, it's been a long day and I—Well, I don't really know." She ran her shaking fingers underneath her eyes and when she drew them back, she saw that her eyeliner had become smudged in the rain.

"This isn't me..." she muttered.

"I know."

A shiver wracked through Damar then and her compassion for him grew once more.

He grunted. "I'm going to get some rest. I'll sleep on the couch." He watched her briefly, touching her cheek for the smallest of seconds, before taking to the couch.

She knew that she looked a mess, that her hair was now limp, that her make-up had run, that her dress was too short and that her feet ached. She dragged herself into the sleeping quarters but not before walking past Damar and touching her lips to his forehead. He had had his eyes closed but he had known.

"Keep warm," she said.

She was starting to wonder if the night would ever come. The sky outside was dark, dotted with a myriad of stars. But she could not sleep. She lay there, still, motionless, as her chest rose and fell and her mind became clouded with more and more thoughts, each one more dangerous than the last.

With a sigh, she threw the sheet off of her and drew herself up into a seated position, surveyed the room. It was dark, quiet. She made her mind up and swung her legs over the side of the bed. The cold night air shot through her and she shivered, finally getting to her feet.

The floor was cold underneath her feet as she traipsed from the sleeping quarters and into the main room. A smile appeared onto her face when she heard a noise. It became a grin when she saw the source of the noise. Sprawled out on the couch, mouth wide open and snoring uncontrollably, was Damar.

With some difficulty, she quelled her smile, going over to the replicator as quietly as she could. She typed in her request, so as to not wake the sleeping Cardassian, then picked up her raktajino. Blowing it, she went over to the window. It stretched from the floor to the ceiling and through it, she could see almost to the horizon. Part of the window opened up onto a balcony of sorts. She keyed in the command to open the door, stepping through, raktajino in hand, to stand on the balcony.

The wind was still, more still than she would have guessed. Down below, in the streets, she heard native animals howling and scrapping. She saw the dizzying lights of the city down below, a display of vibrant colours and signs.

"Couldn't sleep?"

She nearly jumped and steadied her raktajino. Turning around, she couldn't fight back the smile that was gradually beginning to form upon her face.

"You know, I don't understand why you sleep with your uniform on," she said quietly, returning her gaze to the scene below their apartment.

Damar grunted, pursed his lips. "I've taken the cuirass off."

She sighed, seeing the discarded piece of armour lying on the floor behind him.

"The night's perfect," she said, looking up at him, then making a face when the raktajino burned her fingers. "The air is cool, the wind is still. Yet, I still can't sleep."

For a moment, Damar was no longer his usual swaggering self. "You've got a lot on your mind."

She made a sound of agreement. "I didn't mean to wake you."

"You didn't."

"You were awake already?"

He looked uncomfortable at that moment. She could see that there was something— many things — on his mind. But she didn't want to push him.

She sighed, was about to sip at her raktajino, then realised that it was too hot. Blowing on it briefly, furiously, she sipped at it and squealed when the boiling liquid touched her tongue.

"That's much hotter than I asked for," she said despondently.

Damar snorted. "It's probably something to do with the replicator. I've had trouble with it before. I can take a look at it."

She smiled then. "Don't worry. I'll wait for it to cool down."

Saying that, she set it down on a table, then returned her gaze to the night sky.

They stood there for a few moments, silent, but together. There was a sudden chill in the air and she shivered.

"If I'm cold, I dread to think how you're feeling."

"I've been colder," he said shortly. "Thank you for getting us that processing chip."

She smiled, curled her hands around the barrier on the balcony, felt the cold metal. "Well, we wouldn't have gone very far if I didn't get it."

He laughed. "That's true."

"It's only fair, I suppose. I get the things that we need and you figure out how to use them."

"Let's go back inside. I feel as if I'm turning into ice."

Smiling wryly, she picked up her raktajino and found that the temperature of it was now much more acceptable.

"You have it," she said, following him into the main room and handing him the coffee.

He took it gingerly, raising an eyeridge.

"I'd prefer kanar."

She rolled her eyes. "Of course you would."

He began to drink the coffee, looking rather displeased at first, only for a smile to appear on his lips.

"See? It's good," she said. She bent down, picked up his uniform cuirass and placed it on a table.

"I do hate those things," he muttered, glancing at the cuirass.

"That makes two of us."

He nodded. "They're not too comfortable and they don't keep you warm."

"Perhaps you should wear it less often."

"Perhaps." He stepped closer to her, put the coffee down, then took her hand in his. "You're cold."

"I'm fine," she said quickly, but she didn't pull her hand away. "I'm no colder than you."

His hand was grey, decorated by miniature scales. She looked at it closely, curiously, then brought it up to touch her face. Intrigued, confused, he watched her, his gaze intent on hers. Then he saw the beauty of her face and the contours of her body, covered up by her nightdress. He thought about touching the white satin material, but he reconsidered.

"Damar..." she began, following his gaze. "I—We shouldn't."

He watched her, then removed his hand from her cheek. "You're right. We shouldn't." Then he moved closer towards her ever so slightly, kissed her on the lips so delicately, so gently, that she hardly felt it.

Damar had that kind of expression on his face that Corina had learnt so well. He was either concerned, or embarrassed. Intrigued, she caught his eye, then gestured for him to sit down next to her.

He did so eventually, tentatively. He took a deep breath.

"What's on your mind?"

He cleared his throat. "Nothing."

But she only smiled, shook her head. "Damar... there's something."

He looked down at his hands in his lap, as if they could provide him with an answer.

"You're right there." He paused. "I don't suppose that there's any point in me denying it, is there?"

"No."

"Well..." he began, his voice quiet and his gaze away from hers. "I'm wondering—I'm wondering what happened with Telok."

For a split second, she didn't know whether to be hurt or angry. She was confused.

"I mean, if you don't want to tell me, then I understand. Completely. Of course I do," he said quickly, tripping over his words.

"No," she said urgently, taking his hand. "Don't say that. I want to tell you."

"I'm listening." He had spoken those words so quietly, so softly, that she wanted to tell him even more.

Looking down at their intertwined hands, then up at him, into his watchful blue eyes, she smiled.

"I'd gotten on a shuttle that was bound for Andoria. We must've hit an ion storm or something... I don't know. It was dark. I was in a tunnel. Well, it seemed like a tunnel at first, but I soon realised that it was a corridor. I was on Terok Nor, but I didn't realise that yet. There were these hands, desperate and cold, holding me, directing me into this room. I saw that they were... that they were Cardassian. That was when I saw him. He was tall, arrogant and so very smug."

"If only I had the chance to—"

But she had cut him off with a finger to his lips. "No, don't. You couldn't. That's all that matters. So, I tried to fight back. Of course I did. I lashed out and I may have landed a few punches. But they were holding me firm. He — Telok, that is — was looking at me in a way that made me feel ill, as if I were some piece of meat. He smiled this horrible smile and then... and then he asked for my name and my age. I told him. He then asked that I stripped."

He held her hand tighter then.

"I thought that I'd feel the knife graze against my skin, but I didn't. I didn't feel its coldness. I was good there, naked, but I didn't feel vulnerable and I didn't feel ashamed. I was angry, so angry."

Damar pursed his lips. "You can stop there if you want."

She shook her head. "He gave me some clothes, so I suppose that I should be thankful for that. They were horrible!" She let out a hollow laugh. "I escaped. At least, from the room where he was holding me. I had barely turned the corner, and I was still dizzy and confused, and that's where I saw Dukat."

He looked uncomfortable for a slight moment, but it was only slight. He soon offered her a smile, almost taken aback when she placed a hand to his cheek.

"I don't mind. Honestly. But please, don't think that because of him... because of what he did... I view other Cardassians in the same way. I don't view you in that way. You are—" she broke off, sighed, angered at herself that she couldn't carry on.

"I know."