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Jul. 28th, 2011 10:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
salienneI am writing "Everyone thinks Garak and Bashir are doing it" crack!fic.
Have a snippet:
“Major, Garak and I have been friends for-”
“Friends. Well that's certainly one way to put it.”
Julian wasn't quite sure what another way to put it would be, not without getting needlessly complicated. “Nerys, what is this about?”
“About. About? Doctor, are you trying to get yourself killed?”
“I'm fairly confident that if my relationship with Garak was going to get me into trouble, it would have by now.” Julian took a step forward, absolutely baffled by the woman currently pacing a particularly convoluted labyrinth into the floor of his Infirmary. “Anyway, don't you think this is somewhat of an overreaction? It's certainly a delayed one.”
She froze mid-stride. “A delayed... Just how long have you two been... been...”
“Eating lunch?”
“By the... Is that what you've been calling it?”
“It's an accurate description.”
The look Kira gave him could only be described as horror personified. Before he could say another word, she left—or, rather, fled—the room.
Have a snippet:
“Major, Garak and I have been friends for-”
“Friends. Well that's certainly one way to put it.”
Julian wasn't quite sure what another way to put it would be, not without getting needlessly complicated. “Nerys, what is this about?”
“About. About? Doctor, are you trying to get yourself killed?”
“I'm fairly confident that if my relationship with Garak was going to get me into trouble, it would have by now.” Julian took a step forward, absolutely baffled by the woman currently pacing a particularly convoluted labyrinth into the floor of his Infirmary. “Anyway, don't you think this is somewhat of an overreaction? It's certainly a delayed one.”
She froze mid-stride. “A delayed... Just how long have you two been... been...”
“Eating lunch?”
“By the... Is that what you've been calling it?”
“It's an accurate description.”
The look Kira gave him could only be described as horror personified. Before he could say another word, she left—or, rather, fled—the room.