#golden retriever julian bashir

[elemental-queen-writes]

Title: A Not So Quiet Drink

Rating: G

Pairing: Garak/Bashir

Summary: Miles is having a quiet drink at Quark's when Julian comes in to excitedly tell him about finally getting with Garak.

Miles listens.

I accidentally tagged this Major Character Death, but it's since been fixed. (Thanks Sparky for the heads up) No Archive Warnings Apply.

No major or minor characters die in this fic. Though Miles may wish to for a brief second...

[oxfordatyourservice]

Elias noticed how things got awkward for a brief moment. A hand rubbed behind their own neck, as if to make sure their hair still was long enough to cover the charging port without being too long. They got agitated if it go to their shoulders. Elias was very texture oriented. “It’s a story about the Constable , actually. I thought a familiar story would be the best for you to hear.” Elias noticed their foot was constantly tapping. They did that often when hyper. Elias was always hyper and not at the same time. Julian had persisted on them going in for many kinds of testing, but the Vulcan refused. Deep down, they feared confrontations.

“Quark was making some illegal moves recently. And he was being a pest about it. One of the first times Odo showed physical care to me was becoming a dog.” They shook their head and chuckled, handing him a chip and then eating their own. “I know. A dog isn’t that big of a deal. But for a Vulcan who misses the golden retrievers on Earth, it was the world to me.” They ate another chip, waited till they swallowed , and continued. “He bit Quark. Odo can’t transmit rabies or things of that nature , but as punishment, Bashir gave him a shot. He hates needles.”

Starter with @sixthweyoun

The replicators were down. The deputy huffed as they realized all the snacks were spread out across a table in the ‘cafeteria’. On earth, Elias could remember the vending machines they had to jab at a few times to get to work. They snacked alone, which they had become okay with. Now, Odo wouldn’t decline them asking to eat in the security office or for him to chat in the cafeteria, but Elias felt guilty after the fifth time of forgetting he couldn’t eat.

So they had no snack partner. Their eyes skimmed about the choices. Bajoran. Klingon. Romulan. They distaste for Romulan cuisine made their metal chin pieces twitch. That was until they saw the last container of sour cream and onion chips. Earth food! Their hand reached for the bag to only notice someone else touched it at the same time. Their eyes darted over quickly.

[confusedlamp]

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