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Henrietta Wotton
Pairing: Garak/Mirror Garak Rating: PG-13 Feedback: < [email protected] > Disclaimer: Viacom is Borg - that pretty much says it all. Notes: Part of the "Garak Fuh-q Fest" Archiving: ( Cardassian Choir )
Garak materialized in the main room of the Rebel hideout in the Badlands. The device that permitted transportation between the two universes had worked perfectly. He had no worries about returning it to Chief O'Brien's tool locker before it was missed. The whole adventure shouldn't take more than a few minutes, once he connected with Captain Bashir. The Cardassian would declare himself sent by Commander Sisko to pass on some useful information about scrambling communications among rebel ships so as to escape Alliance detection. His message delivered, he would depart. Unfortunately, the place appeared entirely deserted. Bashir and his crew must be away on a raid. Garak had hoped this would not be the case. He couldn't afford for his absence from the station to be noted if he were to avoid a dreary accusatory session with Sisko, who, of course, would never have actually entrusted him with a mission to the mirror universe or anywhere else, for that matter. As he waited impatiently for someone to show up, Garak began to have second thoughts. It was quite reckless to have given in to this impulse. Yet ever since Dr. Bashir had spent an entire lunch voicing his regrets at never having encountered his own mirror universe counterpart, whom Commander Sisko had described as a surly and unpleasant fellow, Garak had become obsessed with the idea of meeting the unshaven, rough hewn and passionate Bashir of this alternate reality. Just as his survival instincts were about to overcome this obsession and send him back into his own universe, he felt a heavy hand on his shoulder, and a second later, a weapon pressed to his temple. "Turn around, very slowly," said an oddly familiar voice. Garak did as he was commanded and found himself staring into his own face or rather that of his mirror universe counterpart, Gul Garak, the ruthless second-in-command of Terok Nor. Dr. Bashir had clearly enjoyed recounting this man's many sins to his less than amused lunch companion. From the lack of surprise the Gul displayed, Garak assumed that someone had entertained him with tales of a double as well. Gul Garak took the crossover device from his hand. "Not still *more* of you meddlers from the other side bringing aid and comfort to our enemies," he clucked. "You're too late, I'm afraid. They've all left, now that we've located their base of operations. My troops are in pursuit of their ships. I lingered to see if anything that might reveal useful informative remained here." "Ah, then there's no reason for me to stay," said Garak. "If you return my teleportation instrument, I'll leave you to your investigations." The Gul laughed. "I should kill you where you stand. However, one of our scientists has theorized that the death of someone from the other universe while present in ours might have unpredictable consequences. All in all, I must reluctantly agree that sending you back before you can make any mischief is the prudent course." Letting out a pent up breath, Garak reached for the device. The Gul raised it above his head, out of reach. "Not so fast, my charming reflection. I'd never forgive myself if we didn't take a little time to get to know each other. We'll just beam up to my shuttle and go to Terok Nor for some private conversation." *** Gul Garak put the shuttle on auto pilot and turned to his "guest" with an amused expression. "The Intendant informs me that despite an adventurous past, you are currently reduced to plying the trade of tailor." "That is true," Garak replied warily. "I have a keen fashion sense myself. I am particularly a connoisseur of women's dresses." "I keep a wide variety of gowns in my shop. The dabo girls from Quark's are always in search of a change of clothing, not to mention the tourists passing through on the way to Risa." "Excellent," said the Gul, clapping him heartily on the back. "I have quite an assortment back in my quarters. I'd love to model them for you and then let events proceed from there." He gave Garak a meaningful look. So this was how it was going to be! The proposition momentarily staggered Garak, although he gave no outward sign of discomfiture save the nearly imperceptible rise of an eye-ridge. Then he shrugged. *Oh, well, why not? The idea of making love to oneself does have an irresistible attraction. Certainly none of my lovers has ever complained that I repulsed him.* "I am completely at your disposal," Garak replied with a bow of his head. "I'm especially eager to show you my newest acquisition, a strapless in green satin," the Gul enthused. "An exquisite creation, but I'm not entirely sure that it flatters my figure." "Of course, I'd have to see it on you," said Garak, warming to the subject. "As a rule green can be less than ideal for Cardassian complexions, but the style is sure to accentuate the curve of our, I mean your, neckbones . . . END [ main page || basics || pairings || list || tales || disclaimer || links ] |