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Quark gets Jadzia pregnant. The political and financial ramifications of this are staggering. In a desperate attempt to undo his “mistake”Quark travels back in time to warn himself. Quark, seeing his future self assumes that the double is a changeling. Nog is taking a class on Federation extradition procedures. Nog attends a hearing for Tom Riker (having escaped) should be returned to Cardassia. Witnesses include Gul Dukat and Captain Picard.

do the sexy love™ with Ziyal

sacrifice myself for Nog

kick Sisko(He can handle it)

take to prom Kira(She would totally fight a bitch for prom queen)

abandon in jurassic park Dukat(Hope he gets eaten)

“Elim.”

Garak has always hated those two syllables of his given name. For the bulk of his life, anyone who’s known that name of his has been someone willing to wield it as weapon: Tain, mostly, but Mila, too, when she felt it needed. Bashir, the dear man, had once seemed to have absorbed this – and yet now…

had that on VHS as a kid

Garak and Julian are abducted by aliens with no sense of personal space. Julian is excited about a first contact situation! Garak is decidedly not excited about all this 'contact'.

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Julian was beside himself with joy, arms suspended high in the air as the short aliens poked and prodded at his body with their tiny hands. More than once had had to stop himself from chuckling, as the creatures came  close to his sides were he was very, very ticklish.

But he bit his lip and allowed the touching to continue, quite pleased with himself. It wasn’t every day that he managed to find a new species, and be invited into their homes, and be greeted with the species welcoming ritual.

Part of him considered their abduction a blessing in disguise.

He could already see it. Dr. Julian Bashir, going down in history as one of the federation officers who made first contact with the friendliest species in the Gamma Quadrant.

Well, Dr. Bashir and Elim Garak.

However, Garak was not enjoying himself, in the least. And had glared daggers in Julian’s head as the human urged him to put his hands up in the air too.

“You’re enjoying this a little too much, my dear,” Garak hissed, as he fought the urge to instinctively step back as the fuzzy creatures continued their assault on him.

“And you aren’t? It’s not everyday that you discover a new species Garak, a friendly one at that.” “Doctor, we’ve only been here for a ten minutes, for all we know they could be preparing us for a meal.”

“Or it’s just their way of saying hello,” Julian objected, “besides,  Captain Sisko and the others know our coordinates, so if they do try to eat us, we’ll be fine.”

“You Starfleet officers and you enthusiasm. It’s going to get you killed--please do not touch the scales on my neck,” Garak advised, “I’m very, very sensitive there.”

Reluctantly, the creatures retracted their claws from his neck. They very much enjoyed the sensation of his scales underneath their fury palms, that much Julian could tell.

“Are you the same species?” Asked one, as they moved in between Julian and Garak, “your skin is very different.”

“Do we look li--” “No--”Julian chimed in, quickly, “No we are not. I’m a human, terran. That’s why my skin is soft.  Garak is a Cardassian. Cardassians have scales”

“Do humans like being touched more?” Asked another, “The Cardassian seems to draw back whenever we greet him.”

“We’re very...private individuals,” Garak answered, sighing in relief when the aliens backed off, “A handshake will do just fine.”

Enthusiastically, the short alien stuck their hand out, eagerly awaiting Garak’s. Hesitantly, the Cardassian offered it to him, only to groan when the alien took the opportunity to slide his hand up arm.

“The scales go all the way up your arm? Do you have hair like the human?” Garak groaned and rolled his eyes. Julian laughed.

I like Italian sodas. Also can’t fail with orange juice. The true comfort drink is hot chocolate though, especially that minty hot chocolate stuff. Good stuff..

My actual favorite???? Uhhhhhh. No matter the season you can’t fail with orange juice.

GOD PLEASE