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Saklani
Pairing: Garak/Beverly Crusher Rating: NC-17 Feedback: < [email protected] > Disclaimer: Viacom is Borg - that pretty much says it all. Notes: Part of the "Garak Fuh-q Fest" Archiving: ( Cardassian Choir )
"Love seeketh not itself to please, Nor for itself hath any care, But for another gives its ease, And builds a heaven in hell's despair." -William Blake, excerpt from "The Clod and the Pebble" On his return from darkness, a gentle hand and a soft, kind voice greeted Garak. "What? Where?" he gasped, trying to sit up. The hand gently restrained him, "Please don't try to move, Mr. Garak. You have been very ill and are still weak." The Cardassian focused his bleary vision on the voice's origin. The speaker was a beautiful, red-headed, Terran woman, who wore a Starfleet Medical Officer's uniform. "Where am I?" he asked, as she settled him back on the bed. "You are aboard the USS Enterprise. I am Dr. Beverly Crusher." "Dr. Crusher," Garak nodded in recognition of the name, "Dr. Bashir has discussed your medical prowess to me on several occasions." He regarded the human closely, "He failed to mention your beauty, however. Most remiss of him." A slight color suffused Crusher's cheeks, but she remained all efficiency, "Do you remember what happened to you?" Garak was silent for a long moment, then his eyes widened. "The Jem'hadar," he murmured, "we were attacked." Crusher nodded and motioned for him to continue. He took a moment to collect his wits. "I was on a mission, with two Security Officers, to pick up some parts for DS9. Captain Sisko asked me to go because I had previous dealings with the dealer." The Cardassian glanced at Crusher with a slight smile, "It's difficult to get parts for a Cardassian-built station, especially now." His brow darkened, "But, the ship wasn't at the scheduled coordinates. Instead, the Jem'hadar were there. They attacked, and we were quickly overwhelmed. The two officers were killed and...." Garak trailed off and shuddered. The human squeezed his shoulder. He was surprised to find the gesture warmed him. "I know the rest," she said. "What did they inject me with?" Crusher's lips compressed and her eyes narrowed, "A biologically engineered virus. We answered your distress call and found the runabout adrift. You were the only survivor, and our preliminary scans indicated you had an unknown disease. I volunteered to beam over and try to help you." Beverly shrugged, "Fortunately, I was able to find a cure before the virus killed us. You were infected longer, so your recovery had been slower." Garak's mind reeled, *I will never understand Terran willingness to risk their lives for the good of strangers,* but his face remained composed. "You should not have endangered your life for me, Doctor," he scolded, lightly. "I'm a doctor, it's what I do," she answered seriously, "Now, Mr. Garak, I must insist you eat something, then get more rest." She moved toward the replicator, "What can I get for you?" The Cardassian did not answer. His attention had been drawn to the Security guard standing next to the door. Crusher followed his gaze. She gave a growl of annoyance, "I must apologize for that. Security Chief McClure insisted. And Captain Picard agreed, despite my protests." Garak returned his gaze to the doctor. Elegance personified, she stood rod straight, head proudly tilted and eyes flashing. Heat surged through his body, *Old fool, what is it with you and Starfleet doctors?* His voice came out cool, "It is a sensible precaution." Beverly snarled, "It isn't. You were in no condition to pose a security risk." "I am a Cardassian," he reminded her. "So, we are to condemn the members of an entire race?" "A race you are at war with." Her eyes never left the Security personnel. "A war you have tried to help us win," she shot back. *Such passion! Guls, she is so like Julian in that way!* He smiled, "I'll take vegetable soup." She started, "What? Oh, yes, of course." She ordered the soup and served him. Garak sat up, amazed by the effort the simple movement cost him. He accepted the food and began eating with a vengeance. The soup vanished in mere seconds. The Cardassian carefully put the bowl down and looked up into Beverly's eyes. A strange jolt shocked their systems. Nothing was said, but they instantly reached an intimate understanding of the other. Through one glance, they ascended a plateau most people never reach. Garak broke the contact. "I'm very tired," he murmured. Crusher nodded, "You need rest. I'll be in to check on you later." She walked out of the small room, through Sickbay and into her office. Sinking into her chair, she rested her chin on interlaced hands. *What just happened?* she wondered, then shook her head, amused. *You knowwhat happened, Beverly, you just experienced one of the most intense sensations of your life.* She wryly smiled, *Jean-Luc will kill me.* Garak stared at the ceiling, *I didn't think such sudden feelings possible, especially for me. What am I going to do?* He smiled wryly, "Tain would have killed me.* *************** Elim woke up screaming, "No, father! Don't! Please, don't!" He heard a soft voice soothing him and felt strong arms encircling his frame. Seeking comfort, he buried his head in an inviting shoulder. As the Cardassian's wits returned, he noticed the red hair adorning the shoulder on which his head rested. He also recalled yelling about Tain. Mortification at his slip filled him. Elim jerked away from Beverly's arms as if their touched scalded. He glanced at the door and was grateful to see no guard there. The human let him go without comment. She began taking medical scans, giving him time to recover. Garak found his voice, "I must apologize for my outburst, Doctor. It must be most distressing to have your patients wake up screaming." Crusher scowled at him, "Why do you feel the need to apologize? Do you think I have never dealt with these things?" A sudden apprehension gripped the Cardassian, "In general, or with me?" When he read the answer in her eyes, he bitterly growled, "I'm sure you have derived hours of enjoyment, listening to me reveal my darkest secrets." The Doctor snarled back at him, "Damn you, Garak! We were trapped on a runabout for almost two weeks. I was working frantically to save our lives. You were delirious, and there was nothing I could do! Do you really think I enjoyed hearing you relive your worst moments, scream over your regrets?" Her shoulders slumped, "I hated it. You were suffering, and I was powerless. That's the worst feeling for any doctor, especially me." Elim lowered his eyes, "You don't know how hard I've tried to keep my secrets. To have them revealed that way...." "I know it is no consolation to you," the human spoke quietly, "but I will never repeat anything I heard." Garak gave an odd laugh, "You know, Doctor, in this whole universe, nobody knows me better than you. And, somehow, I don't mind that as much as I should." He regarded her with wonder. "I'm so glad. I just wish I had something of equal value to give in return." She sat down on the bed next to him and administered a hypospray. In a move that seemed completely natural, Garak caught her hand as she lowered it from his neck. "You do," he whispered, lifting her hand to his mouth, "Tell me about yourself." Elim brushed her knuckles with his lips. His touch felt wonderful, and she made a low sound of pleasure. "My life isn't exactly exciting, ooh," Beverly gasped, as he lightly nibbled the sensitive skin between her thumb and palm. "Not much to tell," she managed to finish. The Cardassian opened her hand, and the hypospray fell on the bed. "Why, Dr. Crusher, I do believe you're trying to worm your way out of telling me," Garak murmured seductively. He began running his tongue over the lines of Beverly's palm. "You really want to know?" she gasped out. Each word was an effort, as his attentions slowly drover her mad. Garak nodded and switched to sucking her fingertips. "Fine, but you'll have to stop doing that." The human firmly pulled her hand away from the Cardassian. She smiled, mischievously, "How do you expect a woman to concentrate? After all, would it be fair if I started doing this?" She reached out and firmly stroked the indentation on his forehead. He hissed with pleasure and rubbed against her nimble fingers. "My dear, I had no idea you would be so skilled," he purred. Her hands pulled away, and he grabbed for them. Beverly quickly tucked them behind her back. "No, you don't," she laughed, "I would love to stay, but I have work to do." Crusher hopped to her feet, and Garak sighed, "You little tease, you promised to tell me your life's story." He stretched languidly, riveting his eyes on her face. She drank in his performance, allowing him to see her desires. "I won't work all day," she teased, "we'll have plenty of time." The promise in her tone sent shivers down his scales. He faked severity, "We'd better." She winked saucily at him and reentered Sickbay. *************** "I cannot believe we are having this argument!" Crusher snapped. "Nor can I," Captain Jean-Luc Picard retorted, "Beverly, you know I will not risk the safety of this ship." "I would never ask you to do anything that would endanger the crew." "And what are you asking of me now?" Crusher sneered, "You really think showing Mr. Garak some common courtesy will put us all in jeopardy?" "I do not want him to have unrestricted access to my ship." "Who said anything about unrestricted access?" Beverly countered. "I'm asking for permission to move him to guest quarters. You can't expect him to remain in that tiny isolation room, especially now that our current mission will delay our departure for DS9 for another two weeks. Also, I hardly think allowing him access to places like Ten-Forward, the Arboretum and the holosuites poses a risk." Picard sighed, "At your continued and vehement insistence, I removed the security guard. If I allow this, I will repost a guard, who will shadow Mr. Garak." The doctor folded her arms, "Will the guard accompany Garak into his quarters?" He winced at her acidic tone. "No, but the guard will remain outside the door. Also, Mr. Garak's computer access will be limited." Crusher slitted her eyes in annoyance, but nodded agreement. Very formally, she said, "Thank you, Captain." As she turned to leave, Picard placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, "Beverly, I know you think I am being unreasonable, but I cannot afford to take chances." Her body stiffened, "Garak is an exile from his home. He has helped the Federation fight the Dominion, although that means betraying his own people. We owe him our sympathy and heart-felt gratitude. Yet, this is how we treat him?" Picard released her. "I'm sorry," he murmured. "So am I, Jean-Luc. You have no idea how sorry I am." She exited quickly, without looking at him again. The Captain let his head hang, *How could I have let you get away? Where did it go so wrong?* *************** Beverly headed for the lift, without acknowledging the Bridge officers. Counselor Deanna Troi, however, was not going to let her get away that easily. She boarded the turbolift right after her friend. "Sickbay," Crusher called. As they began to move, Troi asked, "Beverly, would you like to talk about it?" She was not in the mood for Deanna's inquiries. "Talk about what?" she asked, coldly. "Halt," the Counselor directed. She moved to stand face-to-face with the stubborn doctor. "Beverly," she said, "you are attracted to Garak." Several inelegant responses ran through the human's mind, but she quashed them. "So?" Deanna shook her head and a small smile formed on her lips. "What do you plan on doing about it?" "That's none of your business," Crusher snarled. "Resume." Troi's voice was gentle, "I disagree." The lift stopped, and Beverly stormed out. "You know where I am , if you need me," the half-Betazoid called after her. *************** "Captain Picard is going to allow me out of Sickbay?" Elim asked incredulously. From her position at the foot of his bed, Crusher answered, "Yes. Of course, he is taking certain precautionary measures. He won't allow you access to every part of the ship, and he insists on having a Security personnel follow you everywhere. Oh, your computer access will also be limited." "A guard will follow me everywhere," he murmured, gazing at her. *It makes no difference to me,* Beverly's eyes told him, and the Cardassian smiled. "It will be several days before you are strong enough for strenuous activities. Today, I want you to walk around a bit. You should be able to move into guest quarters by the day-after-tomorrow." Beverly moved to a small set of drawers, situated in the middle of the room's left wall under a small mirror. She pulled out Garak's normal clothes, "You might want toput these on." His smile became softly seductive, "Will you help me dress? I might not be strong enough to do it myself." "I wouldn't dream of leaving you alone," she purred back. Carefully placing the garments on the bed, the human watched Elim remove the covers. The short medical gown didn't cover much, and the doctor allowed herself a thorough examination of his muscular legs. The scales and ridges fascinated her. "You're in excellent shape, Mr. Garak," she stated, "that will speed your recovery." "You have no idea, Doctor, how glad I am to hear that. I do so look forward to my complete recovery." He motioned for her to sit by him. "I will endeavor to accelerate the process in any way I can," she answered, seating herself. Elim's voice was husky, "That means a great deal to me, my dearest Doctor." He slowly removed the one-piece medical outfit, which left him only in his briefs. The Cardassian paused for a moment, allowing Beverly time to examine his body. She handed Garak his pants, and he stood to put them on. Standing with him, Beverly caught the zipper and slowly pulled it up. The two stared into each other's eyes, as her hands lingered at his waist. Long fingers scratched lightly over sensitive scales. Elim moved slightly forward, reaching past the human for his tunic. As his head slid past hers, the Doctor nibbled on his ear. The Cardassian suppressed a moan of delight, thinking, *Guls, this woman isso sensuous.* Beverly took a small step back, allowing Garak room to put on his top. Once he finished, she looped a supporting arm around his waist. "You will still be a bit weak, so walking will take some effort." The Cardassian nodded and took a few tentative steps. His legs felt rubbery and moving really was a struggle. The human's encouragement and his own determination got them moving at a faster pace. They left the small room and entered the main area of Sickbay. Crusher started leading Garak around, when two officers rushed in, carrying Commander Riker. He screamed fearfully, and his uniform was coated with grime and blood. Beverly moved Garak so he could lean against a wall, then rushed to Riker's side. "The computer panel he was working at overloaded," one of the officers explained. "I'm reading massive internal injuries," Nurse Ogawa reported, running a tricorder over him. "Prepare for immediate surgery," Crusher said, after quickly running a scan of her own. Garak watched the Doctor and her staff work. They were excellent, definitely on the level of Bashir and his own team. Crusher was obviously talented. In the urgency to get Riker treatment, the Cardassian was left standing alone in Sickbay. He continued his short stroll, sticking close to the walls. He felt more confident with each step. When Captain Picard entered, Garak was near the doors, and the two nearly collided. "Pardon me," Garak's eyes quickly scanned the man's pips, "Captain Picard." The Cardassian's tone was very polite, and he bowed slightly. The human's face seemed made of stone, "How do you do, Mr. Garak. I am pleased to see you looking much improved." Garak smiled, "My improvements are due entirely to your doctor. She is an extraordinary woman." Picard's eyes darkened for a split second, then cleared. His voice was calm, when he replied, "Yes, she is." At this moment, Nurse Ogawa emerged from Surgery. She saw the two men and hurried toward them. The nurse addressed the Captain first, "Commander Riker is going to be fine, Captain. Dr. Crusher will complete surgery in a few moments. She'll give you a full rundown on his condition as soon as possible." Picard gave a relieved nod, "That is gratifying to hear. Thank you, Lieutenant." She acknowledged him and turned to Garak, "Dr. Crusher apologizes for leaving you unattended Mr. Garak. Do you need any help around?" He smiled, "I believe I can manage, thank you. I think I will go back to my room and have something to eat, though." "Of course. With your permission, Captain," Ogawa deferred to Picard. The Cardassian also turned to him, "It was a pleasure meeting you, Captain. I hope we can talk more." Picard gave him a pained smile, "If it is ever possible, Mr. Garak." Nurse and patient walked back to the small isolation room. Once inside, Ogawa gestured to the replicator, "Dr. Crusher just had it reprogrammed, so it now contains some Cardassian dishes." "How thoughtful of her; please thank Dr. Crusher for me." The woman smiled, "You can thank her yourself. She'll be back to check on you, after she's done with Commander Riker and the Captain. Meanwhile, please enjoy your lunch." She left him to choose his meal. ********** Captain Picard watched Ogawa escort Garak back to his room. He didn't like the man, and it went way beyond his natural distrust of Cardassians. *There was something about the way he talked about Beverly,* Picard thought. His musing was ended by the lady herself. She gave Jean-Luc a warm smile, "Will is going to be just fine, but he'll need several days to fully recuperate." The Captain smiled back, "I am relieved to hear he will be OK. When can I speak with him?" "Not until tomorrow; he needs rest." "Of course," Picard paused and took a deep breath. "Something else, Captain?" Beverly questioned. He glanced in the direction of Garak's room, "Will Mr. Garak be well enough to move to his guest quarters tomorrow?" She knew this wasn't really what he wanted to ask, but merely answered, "I plan on letting him move by tomorrow afternoon, yes." "I will send a Security guard to Sickbay at 0900 hours, tomorrow," he said, still avoiding the topic he was most interested in. Beverly sighed her annoyance, but nodded acceptance. "If you think it necessary, Captain." Picard's voice was soft, "You know I do, Beverly." The Doctor relaxed her stance and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Jean-Luc, I have always admired how you put the safety of the crew first, but, this time, you are wrong. Garak is a good man; his being a Cardassian doesn't change that." A light suffused Beverly's eyes when she talked about her patient. The light saddened Picard because it answered his unvoiced question. He knew the look; once, she had directed it at him. Now, those eyes shone for Garak. Outwardly, Picard refused to acknowledge the pain that wracked his heart. "Perhaps, Beverly, but I cannot take the chance." Her hand squeezed his shoulder, "I understand, Jean-Luc. You follow the dictates of your conscience, as I follow mine. This has led us into conflict before and will again. No matter what I say in my anger, I always respect your judgments." "As I respect yours," he answered, wishing he could say more. "That means a great deal to me, Jean-Luc. After all, you are one of my closest friends." "Yes," he choked out, "friends." Beverly slid her hand off his shoulder, "I'll talk to you later, Jean-Luc. I want to check on Will and Garak." "Of course," Picard murmured. He watched his beloved CMO walk away and longed to call her back. ********** Elim looked up as Beverly strolled into his room. "Sorry it took me so long to get back to you. I was talking with Captain Picard, and, then, I needed to check on Commander Riker." Her eyes said, *I regret every moment I spend away from you.* Suddenly, the gravity of the whole situation threatened to overwhelm Garak. He had to know that she understood what she was getting into. Garak stood and walked over to her. He gazed intently into her face and gently grasped her hands. She stared back with equal intensity, waiting for his words. "Dr. Beverly Crusher, you are CMO on the flagship of the Federation. You have spent your life healing the sick and injured. You possess the respect and admiration of your colleagues." Garak's voice was soft, and he spoke in deadly earnest. She inclined her head, urging him silently to go on. "I am a Cardassian exile, now forced to live as a tailor on DS9. Many people regard me, rightly, with dislike and suspicion. I was once a member of the Obsidian Order. You doubtless heard me speak of some of the terrible things I did." She filled his pause with a murmured, "Yes." "Are you willing to enter into a relationship with me, despite the potential consequences? I have nothing to give you, and you have everything to lose." He stopped, his heart pounding. Beverly flashed Garak a beautiful smile, but her eyes shone with tears. "Thank you, Elim," she whispered, "I know how much those words have cost you." She lifted one of his hands and kissed the palm, then continued, "The things in life that are most worth having can also be the most expensive. That does not frighten me. I have done more during my time aboard this ship than I ever dreamed of doing. But I would gladly give it all up for this....for you." He stared at her with wide, disbelieving eyes. "You hardly know me," he whispered. She smiled, "You told me yourself that I know you better than anyone else does. And, truth be told, I found you alluring from the first time I saw you. Even lying helplessly in the throes of delirium, you fascinated me. There was something in the things you said. Oh, notwhat you said, but the feelings behind the words." He looked at the floor, still ashamed of the disease's ability to bare his soul. Beverly would have none of it. She gripped his chin and brought his head back up. "I asked you before, and I'll ask you again, why be ashamed of things you have no control over? Besides, being exposed to your innermost feelings taught me something. You, Elim Garak, have everything to offer. You may wear a cool, disinterested facade, but, inside, you are a deeply passionate man." He did not deny these words. Beverly finished, "So, in answer to your question, I am more than willing." Garak shut his eyes against the sting if tears. For years, he longed for someone who would risk all for him. How many times he had wished that person would wear Starfleet's medical blue. Now, his dreams stood before him, not quite in the form he once envisioned, but in aperson equal to all his hopes. Elim reopened his eyes, for once letting his feelings shine through. His sapphire orbs glowed with love and thanks. Beverly leaned forward, and Garak met her half-way. Their lips touched softly, chastely, tenderly. They lingered there, enjoying the sensations. Beverly slipped her hands over Elim's shoulders. One continued up the back of his neck and angled into silky, black hair. The other began massaging a pliant neckridge. Elim responded by pulling her closer and deepening the kiss. Beverly's lips parted, and their tongues began a duel. This lasted until she lightly nipped his tongue, and he pulledaway, startled. She grinned at him, "As much as I am enjoying this, I think we better stop for the moment. You still need rest, and this isn't the way to get it." He groaned, "Ever the doctor." "Afraid so. Besides, you wouldn't want a relapse." She moved to the bed and began straightening the covers. "No that's true." he helped her pull up the spread and fussily smoothed out the wrinkles. Beverly patted the bed, "Sit down and put up your feet. We'll get you up and around again later." He quickly removed his boots and socks and climbed on the bed. "For now," she settled on the end of the bed and began tickling his bare feet, "do I remember you asking about my life?" ********** Guinan placed a cup of steaming Earl Gray tea in front of Captain Picard. He didn't acknowledge the tea or her. Instead, he remained staring aimlessly into space. The El-Aurian sat down across from him and waited. Finally, Picard sighed and took a sip of his tea. You always know, don't you," he asked quietly. "A good bartender is always attuned to her customers. Besides, how often does the Captain come in here, sit down and stare at nothing?" Guinan's asked sympathetically. The human stared into his tea, "I lost her, Guinan. I was afraid to take a chance on our relationship. I told myself that I had time; she would always be there, waiting for me. I'm such a fool." Guinan spoke softly, "In matters of the heart, many of us are fools. I know that brings you no consolation, but it is the truth. Embrace it as such." "There is nothing that can heal the pain is there?" She shook her head, "Only time, I'm afraid." The Captain nodded sadly. He looked up at his friend and wished he hadn't. Behind her, coming through the Ten-Forward doors, were Beverly and Garak. The doctor was radiant, which only enhanced her beauty. Picard felt an unbearable pang of jealousy and sorrow. He quickly averted his eyes. Guinan saw the Captain tense and glanced over her shoulder. She also watched the pair enter. But, while the Captain only saw Beverly's happiness, Guinan was perceptive enough to see Garak's. It wasn't obvious, but it was there. Captain Picard abruptly stood up. "I'm sorry, Guinan," he apologized, "but I cannot stay here." "I understand. Remember, I'm always here for you," she said, as he moved away. Guinan removed Picard's remaining tea, taking it to the bar. She then strolled over to the table Beverly and Garak occupied. "Can I get you anything?" she asked. "Guinan," Beverly smiled in greeting, "let me introduce you to Mr. Garak. Garak, this is Guinan, an excellent bartender and a wonderful friend. Not necessarily in that order." The Cardassian stood and gave a bow, "A pleasure to meet you." Guinan smiled at him, "Thank you, Mr. Garak. You know, I have a bottle of vintage kanar stored away. I am pleased to offer it to you." "That's very generous," the Cardassian answered, "but completely unnecessary." "Nonsense, I am glad to give some to a person who can appreciate fine kanar." "Well, if you put it that way.... However, I insist you share a glass with us." "I would be honored," Guinan responded. With a twirl of skirts, she turned and headed back to the bar. The Cardassian sat back down and found Beverly regarding him with affectionate amusement. "May I be let in on the joke?" he asked, showing a trace of annoyance. "Watch out for Guinan. She's from a race called the El-Aurians. They're also known as the Listeners. She has an uncanny knack of getting people to talk about themselves." Beverly reached out and stroked his hand. "I know how much you hate doing that," she teased. Garak snorted, "I will be extra careful, my dear. I don't think I've ever met an El-Aurian." The human sobered, "There are very few of her race left. The Borg assimilated most of them. Only a handful, like Guinan, escaped." The tailor grimaced at the mention of the Borg. "I am happy to say that I have never encountered a Borg." He looked at her with frank admiration, "You willing boarded a cube; I admit, the prospect would terrify me." "It didn't do my nerves any good," she said. Before Garak could respond, Guinan returned with the kanar. "Sorry for the delay," she apologized, "I had this bottle hidden away." The Cardassian picked up the kanar, as Guinan set down three goblets and took her seat. He eyed the drink thoughtfully, then placed it on the table with extreme care. "I can well understand why you hid this," he stated lightly. "This bottle is an excellent vintage." "The best," Guinan responded, "according to the person who gave it to me." Beverly glanced mischievously at the other woman, "And I bet that's all you're willing to tell us about how you got it." Guinan smiled, "Of course. Shall I pour?" The doctor gestured to her glass, and Guinan filled it. As Guinan poured kanar into the other goblets, Beverly said, "I have never tried kanar before." Garak gently smiled, "You are in for a treat, my dear." Guinan raised her glass in a toast, "To friends and lovers." The Cardassian glanced sharply at her, but Beverly cheerfully echoed the sentiment. Garak also repeated the words. The three took a sip of their kanar. "Oh, that's wonderful!' Beverly exclaimed. "Now, I have a toast." She held her glass aloft, "To your health, your honor and the health of your descendants, great and small." All drank again, before Guinan said, "An excellent toast, Doctor." The human ducked her head in embarrassment, "I got it from an ancient Terran film, called 'Smiling Through'. It's a very romantic film, and I love romance." She whispered the last part. "There's nothing wrong with romance," the El-Aurian pronounced. Garak shook his head, "I cannot say I understand romance very well. There is very little romantic about most relationships on Cardassia. Most marriages are arranged for reasons far from love- power and child-bearing, mostly." Beverly wished she could contradict his declaration that he knew nothing about romance. She knew better. Instead, she asked, "Are people happy in such marriages?" "Happy? Having children is the greatest accomplishment in any Cardassian's life. Gaining power is a close second. But, no, most people are not happy in their marriages. Adultery, as humans so charmingly put it, is quite commonplace." "Are there many Cardassians who marry only for love?" she asked. The tailor shrugged, "In every culture, there are those who deviate from what is considered 'normal' behavior. I have known people who married for love or, at least, wanted to." Guinan listened to their conversation with fascination, understanding its importance. Beverly took a small sip of her kanar and thoughtfully rolled it over her tongue. "I couldn't marry simply for procreation or to gain power," she finally said. Garak smiled, "My dear Doctor, nobody would expect you to; you're not Cardassian, after all." "There was a time on Earth," Beverly admitted, "when the nobility married for those reasons. One of human history's most colorful characters, King Henry the 8th of England, had six wives." "At the same time?" he asked, astonished. She giggled, "No. He found creative ways to get rid of them. He changed the religion of his entire country just to divorce one of them." Garak raised an eyeridge, "Impressive. He would have made an ideal Cardassian." "I hope all Cardassians aren't as ruthless," Guinan spoke up. "If I remember correctly, Henry got out of two of his marriages by executing his wives." "You know," the Cardassian drawled, "I think Dr. Bashir held out me during our lunches. He failed to mention the less appealing sides of human history." Crusher shrugged apologetically, "It is not something we like to dwell on. However, we should not ignore our less pleasant aspects, either." Garak nodded seriously, "In order to truly understand others, you must first understand yourselves." "Exactly. We cannot hope to understand other cultures, if we ignore or deny parts of our own." She finished her kanar, then sighed, "I'm due back in Sickbay in five minutes. I was enjoying my break, too." Guinan hopped up, "I should really get back to my customers. It was nice to meet you, Mr. Garak. I hope I'll see more of you." The Cardassian rose with Guinan, "I wouldn't be surprised." He picked up the bottle and held it out to her, "Do not forget this." She held up a restraining hand, "My gift to you." "I have nothing to give you in return," he protested. The El-Aurian glanced surreptitiously at Crusher, "That's not entirely true. I'll see you later, Doctor. Mr. Garak." The human smiled, "Always a pleasure, Guinan." She watched the woman leave, then stood herself. "I really do have to get back," she said. "I'll walk with you." The two strolled out, and Beverly startled Elim by taking his hand. He didn't let go, however. They boarded a Turbolift. Garak's shadow got on with them, but kept his eyes respectfully averted. The three walked to Sickbay in silence, but, there, the doctor turned to Garak. "Will you meet me in my quarters for dinner?" she asked, loud enough for the guard to hear. Her openness both delighted and concerned the Cardassian, but he answered without hesitation, "Delighted, my dear." To his shock, she placed a kiss on his lips, then said, "1900 hours; I'll be waiting." then, she left him. ********** Everywhere on the Enterprise, people were gossiping about the doctor and herCardassian 'friend'. For two weeks, the two had been inseparable. Better still, Dr. Crusher now spent her nights with Mr. Garak. Speculation over the exact nature of their relationship ran rampant. Not everyone enjoyed the ceaseless talk. Captain Picard was beside himself with rage, jealousy and sorrow. Commander LaForge officially reprimanded any of his engineers he caught spreading rumors. All the Senior Officers were disconcerted by the whole situation. What bothered them most was Beverly's refusal to discuss it with them. Thus, Counselor Troi was very surprised when Beverly walked into her office, sat down on the couch and announced, "Deanna, I want to talk with you about Mr. Garak." The half-Betazoid could feel Crusher's happiness, so she knew things were going well. "Why have you decided to talk to me now?" she questioned. "I'm sorry I didn't confide in you sooner, Deanna. I wanted to work things out for myself. That was very important to me." "Have you worked things out?" The human's eyes gleamed, "Yes." "And?" "He asked me to marry him, and I accepted," Beverly gushed. Only her extensive experience kept Troi's jaw from dropping. Despite Beverly's love for Garak, and his for her, Deanna had never expected this outcome. She was thus unprepared for it. She managed to say, "Do you realize the implications of what you're about to do?" Crusher gave her a look of amused tolerance, "Yes, Deanna, I understand perfectly. It won't be easy, but I don't care. I love Garak." Troi nodded, "I know, I can feel your love for each other." *I just didn't expect it to lead to this.* Deanna stood and moved to sit next to her friend, "If you think marrying Garak will make you happy, then don't let anything stop you. I promise to do anything I can to make your path smoother." "Will you be a bridesmaid?" "I would be honored," Deanna gave her friend an enthusiastic hug. "I'm so glad!" Beverly exclaimed. She returned her friend's embrace. She pulled back, when a momentary flash of sorrow filled her. Troi felt the emotion. "Beverly, something is bothering you." Crusher nodded, "It's Jean-Luc. Oh Deanna, I don't know how to tell him. He hates Cardassians! He'll be so mad and unhappy. Once, I though I'd be spending the rest of my life with him. But he pulled away from me, put a great distance between us. That really hurt. And, now, I don't know what to say to him." "All you can do is tell him the truth," Deanna said softly. Beverly let her body sag into the sofa. "I really dread the whole encounter," she confessed. "I understand, but you must tell him. It would a thousand times worse, if he heard from somebody else." "I know. I haven't told anyone, besides you. I wanted you to be the first." Troi rewarded Crusher with a smile. She continued, "I'm going to tell Jean-Luc next; I'm just not looking forward to it." Deanna took her friend's hand, "I wish I could help you tell him. All I can offer you is my support and best wishes." "That means a great deal to me, Deanna. You are a marvelous friend." She gave the Counselor another hug. "Well," Beverly stood and squared her shoulders, "here I go." Deanna silently wished her friend luck, as she went to brave the lions. ********** Beverly Crusher wished Captain Picard would shout, curse her, throw things, anything except sit there in silent devastation. "Jean-Luc," she whispered, "I know this is a great shock for you, but it is what I want. I love Garak and...." "Beverly," the Captain hissed through clenched teeth, "get out." The doctor responded quietly, "Please Jean-Luc, I know how you feel . . . " "Do you, Doctor? Somehow, I doubt that" Picard responded bitterly. He rose to face her, "How could you know? I love you, and you throw me over for that bastard Spoonhead!" Enraged, Beverly spat back, "The only bastard around here is you! You love me, do you? Then, why did you create such a distance between us? You ended the relationship, not me." He started to respond, but she cut him off, "And, how dare you say I don't understand what it's like to lose a loved one! I lost Jack!" Tears streamed down Beverly's face, as she screamed at Picard. That penetrated his anger. "Oh God, Beverly, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have said that." "You're right; you shouldn't have," her voice still trembled. Picard stared down at his desk, "I need time, Beverly. Please, give me a chance to deal with this." Crusher managed a curt nod. Fighting for some semblance of control, she stumbled on to the Bridge. Everyone stared at her, but she paid no attention. She flew to the Turbolift and left. Once she was gone, Commander Riker moved toward the Ready Room. He lifted ahand to ring the chime, but froze. Faintly, he could hear the sound of his Captain sobbing. ********** Startled, Elim Garak caught his beloved in a tight embrace. She wept bitterly into his chest, until water soaked through his tunic. The Cardassian whispered soothing words and stroked her hair, trying tocalm her. Finally, the tears subsided, but she kept her arms around him. "Promise me, Elim. Promise me you'll never leave me," she whispered. He kissed the top of her head, "I could never leave you, my love. Never." ********** Two days after his painful talk with Beverly, Captain Jean-Luc Picard stood outside Garak's quarters. For several minutes, he just stood there, staring at the door. Finally, he worked up the effort to ring. When Garak answered his summons, Picard reluctantly entered the Cardassian's quarters. Oppressive heat seemed to close down on him, and he squinted to see in the dim room. "Captain," the surprised Cardassian said, "I was hardly expecting a visit. Please forgive the condition of my rooms. Computer, revert to normal light and temperature conditions." As the computer reverted to the standards he was used to, Picard felt instantly awkward, "Thank you, Mr. Garak. That was very thoughtful of you." "Not at all, Captain. I know Cardassia's conditions are unpleasant to many other humanoids. Please, come in and sit down." The human followed his host into the small living room and perched uncomfortably on a chair. "May I offer you anything?" Garak asked. "No," Picard answered, "but it is kind of you to ask." "Nonsense, just doing my best to make you feel comfortable." Picard looked at the floor, trying to sort out his words. The Cardassian settled on the sofa and waited patiently. Finally, the human looked up. "In 2369, I was captured by Gul Madred," he stated, so softly the Cardassian strained to hear, "who subjected me to physical and mental torture. I always distrusted Cardassians, but this pushed my distrust into hatred." Picard shifted uneasily in his chair. "When you came aboard, all I saw was another Cardassian. I knew about your exile, your service to the Federation, but it made no difference to me. You were a Cardassian, and thus, must be evil. Beverly tried from the first to convince me of my error, but I refused to listen. I couldn't see past my own hatred." He fell silent for another moment, and Garak waited for him. "Then, I saw Beverly begin to fall in love with you. Beverly, whom I love beyond all reason, beyond . . . " His voice choked on the words. Garak spoke softly, understandingly, "It made you hate me more." Miserably, the human nodded, "I never gave you a chance. I used my hatred to judge, instead of my mind. What's worse, only Beverly challenged my judgment. Everyone else accepted it, without question." Agonized, he stared at the Cardassian, "Are we so blinded by our anger that we have forgotten what is most important?" The Captain's eyes held Garak's own. The Cardassian answered, "No, or you would not be here now." "If not for Beverly," Picard confessed, "I wouldn't be here now. She made me see the error of my ways- the terrible unfairness of my treatment of you. Mr. Garak, I am removing the guard and allowing you access both to the computer and to the Enterprise. It is the least I can do." "Captain," the Cardassian sounded astonished, "I don't know what to say." "Promise me one thing?" he asked. Garak nodded. "Promise me you will treat Beverly well and love her always. She deserves no less." "There is no other promise I would rather make. I love Beverly, Captain, and I will always love her." Picard rose, "I can ask no more." He extended his hand, "Allow me to express my sincerest congratulations. I wish you all the happiness in the universe." Garak shook his hand, "Thank you, Captain, for everything." Picard nodded and left. Once he was gone, Garak wondered, *How can I ever repay what I owe to Terrans? *********** DS9 had never looked so good to Elim Garak. He wished Beverly could have beamed over immediately, but she was busy in Sickbay. Oh well, he did have plenty of things to do. Dr. Julian Bashir greeted Garak on his return. The human offered to carry Garak's duffel, but the Cardassian laughingly said it wasn't necessary. "I'm glad Dr. Crusher was able to find a cure for the disease the Dominion infected you with!" Julian exclaimed, as the two walked together. Garak smiled, "Thank you, Doctor. You cannot guess how glad I am." "She is an excellent physician; one of the best in Starfleet," Bashir continued. "The best," the tailor said with conviction. The human glanced at Garak with hurt surprise, then quickly looked away. "I've missed your comapny," he confessed. "Surely, Doctor, you have been too busy to miss me." "Well, things have been pretty hectic," the doctor admitted, as the two boarded a turbolift. Garak told the lift where to go, and Bashir continued, "But I still wished you were here." "That is very kind, Doctor," Garak said sincerely, "I have also missed you. Tell me, what has been going on?" "Jadzia has gotten much bigger. Her baby is due in two months." "I must stop by and visit her." The two exited the list and walked toward Garak's quarters. "I'm sure she would appreciate your stopping by," Julian answered. "Let's see, there was a brawl at Quark's over a Dabo girl. Nobody was seriously hurt, but Quark squalled like a baby about the cost of the damage." Both men laughed, and Garak said, "I'm sorry I missed that." The human kept grinning, "the Klingon who started the fight told Odo it was a matter of honor." At the thought, he giggled again. They stopped in front of Garak's rooms. "Would you like to come in, Doctor?" the tailor invited. The human was startled; he had not been inside since the implant. He wondered about the Cardassian's jovial mood. "If I wouldn't be intruding," he answered shyly. "Of course not, my dear Doctor." The Cardassian escorted his friend inside. "Can I get you anything?" he inquired. "No, thank you." Julian sat down, while the Cardassian stashed his bag. the Cardassian then ordered a glass of orange juice, which Beverly had introduced him to, and sat opposite his friend. Once the tailor was settled, the doctor said, "There really isn't much else to tell." "Somehow, I doubt that," Garak teased, "but no matter. I have something important to tell you." Julian eagerly leaned forward; his eyes alight with curiosity. "I'm going to be married!" Garak exalted. A thousand emotions flashed across Julian's face, among them shock, disbelief, sorrow and anger. "You're joking," he managed. The Cardassian shook his head, "I can scarcely believe it myself, but it is the truth. Funny to hear myself use the t-word." He smiled at Julian, but his face changed when he saw the human's expression. Tears cascaded down his face, as he whispered, "Who?' "Doctor... Julian, what is the matter?" Garak asked, concerned. He reached out for Bashir with a gentle hand. The human flinched back from his friend's comforting hand. "Who?" he repeated in a louder voice. "Dr. Beverly Crusher," the Cardassian finally answered. Julian stumbled out of his chair and headed for the door. Garak was only a step behind him. He caught the doctor by the shoulder, but Bashir jerked away. "Don't touch me!" he cried. Escaping through the door, Julian fled down the corridor. Garak stared after him, shocked into inaction. ********** With trepidation and excitement, Elim Garak approached Captain Sisko's office. He came directly from visiting proud parents-to-be Jadzia and Worf. Their glowing congratulations tempered Bashir's unfortunate reaction. Elim frowned, remembering his friend's refusal to see him. The doctor had locked himself inside his quarters. For almost an hour, Garak stood outside, pleading with the human to let him in. Finally, he conceded defeat and left. The whole affair cast a pall over Garak's happiness. Fortunately, Worf and Dax heartily wished him well. The Trill gave him a big hug and insisted he feel the baby's kicking. Worf gravely shook his hand and told him Crusher was a worthy mate. In return, the Cardassian expressed his wishes for the health and happiness of their child. They thanked him profusely. He left feeling much better. Now, he stepped into Ops, ready for his talk with Sisko. Colonel Kira looked up from her station, and Garak gave her a genuine smile. Startled, the Bajoran nevertheless returned the gesture. he mounted the stpes up to Sisko's office. Taking a deep breath, Garak rang the office's chime. "Come," Sisko's deep bass called. The Cardassian stepped in. "Captain Sisko," he greeted him. Sisko stepped out from behind his desk and shook Garak's hand. "Ah, Mr. Garak, I am glad to see you well." "Thank you, Sir. I am sorry the mission was a failure." "What happened was not your fault." the human dismissed the apology with a wave. "Now, how can I help you?" Garak smiled at his own transparentness. "Actually Captain, I've come to ask you for a tremendous favor," he confessed. "Oh?" A thousand implications in a tiny word. The smile widened, "I want you to preside at my wedding." Seeing Sisko's shock, Garak plowed forward, "Amongst everyone I know, they are few people I respect more than you. In the seven years..." "Did you say your wedding?" Sisko interrupted. "Yes." "To whom?" he asked, still confused. "Dr. Beverly Crusher of the USS Enterprise." "Really?" "Yes." "You want me to perform the ceremony?" "Yes. If you don't mind, Captain." Sisko shook himself out of his daze, "Mind? Of course not! I'm delighted! Congratulations Mr.. Garak." He pumped the Cardassian's hand again. After a second he said, "Although, I don't know anything about Cardassian ceremonies." Garak reassured him, "A Cardassian ceremony is out of the question, I'm afraid. Someday we want to perform the ritual, but, for now, a human wedding is fine. Better than fine - it's splendid!" "Why Garak," Sisko teased, "I've never seen you display so much emotion." "Repulsive isn't it? Love has turned me into a blithering, sentimental fool." He glanced sheepishly at the human, "You know the worst part? I don't seem to mind a bit." The Captain laughed, "I understand, Garak. I've been rendered a hopeless incompetent by love before." Garak smiled his thanks, then bowed gracefully. "Thank you for agreeing to perform the wedding. We plan on having it in the next few days. Whenever is best for you." "I'll check my schedule and let you know." "Thank you. I must be off to Quark's. I have an expensive reception to plan." "Have fun!" Sisko called after him. *************** Half-way through his haggles with the mercenary Ferengi, Beverly called Garak. She asked him to meet her immediately in Picard's Ready Room. He excused himself and hurried to her side. Upon entering, he found Beverly, Captain Picard and Admiral Ross waiting. He courteously greeted everyone. "I assume this is about our future," he said, as Beverly took his arm. "Indeed." Admiral Ross answered. "Mr. Garak, what would you think of becoming the Enterprise's new Security Chief?" The Cardassian's mouth fell open. Ross chuckled, "I know this offer must seem very unusual. Allow me to explain further. The current head, McClure, is being promoted to First Officer of the USS Wildhorse. He leaves in a few days. That means the position is open. Captain Picard recommended that you replace him." Despite his best efforts, Garak's jaw dropped again. He gaped at the humans. "During this war," the Admiral continued, "your efforts have been invaluable. You have repeatedly proven your loyalty to the cause. We owe several key victories to your decoding." The Cardassian shifted his feet, but Ross did not pause, "From the little we know of your background, it is obvious you more than qualify for the position." "Yes," Garak muttered. "Of course, accepting the positions means getting a Starfleet commission and following regulations. However, you will also receive the benefits of any member. The offer is genuine, and you would assume the post immediately." Garak shook his head, "I'm having a hard time believing this." Ross smiled, "The Federation cannot afford to lose the services of either one of you. This way, you can both continue to contribute in the way you do best. Once the war ends, you can resign immediately, if you choose." The Cardassian glanced at Picard. The human smiled at him, "I would be honored if you accept, Mr. Garak." He thought for a long moment. "Would I have to wear the uniform? It is a tailor's nightmare." All three humans laughed softly. "I'm afraid so," Ross answered. Garak nodded, "I accept the commission, Admiral." Beverly squeezed his arm, "You don't have to answer now. There is time for you to think it over." "I have. Admiral Ross is right; this solution works for all of us. For seven years, I have lived and served with Starfleet officers. Why not join them?" Beverly gave him a brief, but passionate kiss. "Thank you, Elim," she whispered. Admiral Ross stepped forward and handed Garak two small pips. Then, he gravely shook his hand, "Welcome to the Federation, Lt. Garak." "I am honored, Admiral. Thank you." Ross smiled, then sighed, "Unfortunately, I have a war to attend to, so you'll have to excuse me. I will inform Starfleet of your decision." "Thank you, Admiral," Garak said sincerely, "I hope you will attend our wedding." "I'll make the time," he responded. Ross excepted Crusher's gratitude, then left with a last wave. The Cardassian turned to Picard, "I cannot begin to express..." Picard stopped his thanks, "I did what I thought was best for everybody. I don't deserve your praise." "You do," Beverly contradicted him firmly, "and you'll accept it with grace." The human sadly smiled, "I know Garak will make as excellent a Security Chief as you are a doctor." The Cardassian chuckled, "You hold me up to impossible standards, Captain, but I promise you will never be disappointed in me." "I know I won't, Lt. Garak." He flinched when Picard used the rank. "That will take some getting used to," Garak muttered. Both humans smiled indulgently at him. Beverly looped her arm through Elim's. "Will you escort me back to Sickbay, Lt. Garak?" "Certainly, Doctor Crusher." he answered formally. They bid farewell and more thanks to the Captain. After leaving and climbing into the Turbolift, Beverly spoke again, "What you're doing means a great deal to me, Elim." "I meant what I said- this is the best way." "But not an easy one." "No," he whispered, "I never imagined I would join Starfleet." She kissed him tenderly. "I love you, Elim." "And I love you, Beverly." *************** Ten Forward never looked more festive. The senior staff of both the Enterprise and DS9, Admiral Ross, Beverly's medical personnel and other assorted friends were in attendance. Everyone was dressed to the nines, but nobody matched Beverly's magnificence. The dress Garak designed for her took people's breath away. The doctor saw Julian Bashir amongst the guests and felt a wave of sorrow. His eyes were red from lack of sleep and crying. But he was there to wish them well, and she welcomed him joyfully. When Beverly suggested that Bashir loved him, Elim reacted with shock. Still, he agreed it might explain Julian's actions. Garak felt terrible about hurting his friend. They only hoped the beautiful doctor recovered quickly. In front on the windows, Benjamin Sisko awaited the arrival of Beverly and Captain Picard. Picard asked Beverly is he could escort her up the aisle. She gratefully accepted, and they resolidified their friendship. As Beverly came abreast of Elim, Picard released her arm. They turned to face Sisko. "Of all the duties a Captain performs, there is none more important or more joyous than the joining of two people in marriage," Sisko began. "Today, in the face of this company, it is my honor to join this woman, Beverly Howard Crusher, and this man, Elim Garak, in the bonds of matrimony. If anyone present should know of any reason these two should not be married, speak now or forever hold your peace." "Do you, Elim Garak, take this woman, Beverly Crusher, to have and to hold, to love and to cherish, no matter what comes, from this day forward until you are forever parted?" "With all my heart." "Do you, Beverly Crusher, take this man, Elim Garak, as your only one, through good and bad, to love and cherish, from this day forward til death do you part?" "I do." "The rings, please. Place them on the third finger of your partner's left hand. Repeat after me, 'With this ring, I do thee wed.'" "With this ring, I do thee wed," they chorused. "By the powers vested in me by the United Federation of Planets, I declare you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." A great cheer rang out as the two embraced. "My husband," Beverly whispered, as she pulled away. "My wife," he whispered back. A tear rolled down Elim;s cheek,and she kissed it away before anyone else could see. *************** A haunting bird call echoed throughout the rain forest. The sound was answered by several others. Beverly Garak stopped in her tracks and listened. "Beautiful, isn't it?" she asked reverently. Her husband tilted his head and also listened. "The whole place is beautiful," he answered. "Yes, what a prefect location for a honeymoon, even if it is only a holosuite. We have excellent taste." "I couldn't agree more, my dear," he said, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. She smiled, pulling away and heading back up the trail. "We're almost there," she called back. He caught up with her, "Where are we going?" "I'm not going to spoil the surprise," she said. Beverly flashed him a teasing grin, "Besides, can't you hear it?" "Hear what?" He strained to listen, "I hear birds, rustling leaves and.... a faint rumbling?" "Now, whatever could that be," she laughed and sped up. He grumbled and lengthened his stride. The noise became steadily louder until the pair entered a small clearing. Beverly pointed unnecessarily, "The Kinta'li Falls." Several tons of water poured some thousand feet from a ledge into a large pool. A mist swirled around the bottom of the falls. A large river roared from the pool and down a long, narrow canyon. "Was the sight worth the hike?" Beverly teased "My impossible, little Doctor, I would walk a million miles to look at you." She blushed, "Flatterer. Anyway, I meant the falls." He glanced at the Kinta'li. "Not bad," he finally said. "You jerk!" she yelled, swatting him. Elim laughed and pulled her into an embrace. They kissed for a long, lovely moment. The two took off their packs and sat under a huge tree. Beverly leaned against Elim's shoulder, and he cradled her with gentle arms. For several minutes, they silently admired the surroundings and bathed in the warmth of love. The Cardassian looked down at his wife and saw she looked contemplative. "You seem very thoughtful. What are you thinking about, my love?" "I don't know if I can explain." "Try," he urged. "I was thinking that this is why I cannot hate the Dominion. The Founders, the Jem'hadar, the Vorta- they don't value beauty for its own sake. They don't even understand the concept. Love, warmth, tenderness, all these things are beyond them. What pointless lives they lead, [[no comma]] in their never-ending search for power." She looked appealingly at her husband, "Do you understand what I'm trying to say?" Garak squeezed her tightly. "I understand perfectly. I was once like them. When I as a member of the Obsidian Order, nothing else mattered to me. I didn't understand anything, except torture and death. Oh, and serving Tain. Not even the good of the state mattered. Only Tain." He hissed in anger at the memory. "When I was exiled," he continued softly, "I thought my life was over." "Elim," Beverly started, but he laid a finger on her lips. "Do you want to know a secret?" She nodded and kissed his palm. "Being exiled was the best thing that ever happened to me. I learned a great deal from Bajorans, from Trill, from Klingons, from all the races I once despised." He paused, then smiled, "But humans gave me the most. Give me the most. It was a human who first offered me friendship and forgiveness. A human who risked his life to save mine. A human who gave me a chance to contribute to the war effort and feel useful. And, most of all, a human who gave me her heart and accepted my own. A human who taught me how to love and ended my loneliness." "I love you Elim, and I promise you will never be lonely again. Never." "And I love you, Beverly." They fell into each other's arms, silently promising one another that they would never part. But the universe feels no responsibility to such promises. END [ main page || basics || pairings || list || tales || disclaimer || links ] |