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From: H601HUC@SEMOVM.SEMO.EDU (Jenny)
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Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative
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Subject: Fantasy Meets Reality pt 1
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Date: 6 May 1994 11:17:33 -0500
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I had a lot of fun writing this story. If you get deja vu, I used
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some of "Julian's Christmas Present," but that's ok, because it's
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mine too! Hope you enjoy it.
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All rights reserved. Copyright @1994 by Jennifer Shipp. Characters
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copyrighted by Paramount. Permission to spread this all over the
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internet granted, as long as this heading remains a part of it.
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**Thanks to Bren for her help***
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"Fantasy Meets Reality" by Jennifer Shipp
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Part 1
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The Promenade had a ghostly feel to it. A solitary light spilled
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into the darkness. Quark's was the last business to close for the
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night. Only a few customers remained. A forlorn figure in a Starfleet
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uniform sat off by himself, slouched over his drink. Quark was
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clearing out the last of the stragglers when he noticed the officer.
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He shook his head and walked over to his table.
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"No luck?"
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Doctor Julian Bashir looked up in surprise. "I beg your pardon?"
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Quark slid into the chair opposite him. "I saw you with Lieutenant
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Dax earlier. Only a woman's rejection could cause misery like that.
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And only a woman like Jadzia Dax could cause a man to drink 3 Klingon
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T'klars." A visible shudder went through Quark.
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"It's that obvious?" Julian unenthusiastically asked.
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When Quark answered, "To me it is," Julian slumped further.
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"Because you're a bartender, and you're supposed to notice what your
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customers moods are?," he asked a bit sarcastically.
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"No. Because I haven't had any luck with her, either. But you don't
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see me giving up, do you?"
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Julian shook his head. "No, but I'm about ready to. The most exciting,
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beautiful woman on the station, and she thinks I'm too young for her.
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It's hopeless." Julian almost slumped right out of his chair. His
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despair touched Quark, who could sympathize.
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"Look. Lieutenant Dax will probably never think of me as anything
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other than a friend to play Tongo with. But does that stop me?
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No. I once took her to a holosuite, did you know that?"
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Julian sat up at that one. "She went to a *holosuite*? With you?,"
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he asked incredulously. He shook his head. "You're making that up.
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She would never..."
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"But she did. And if I can get her up to a holosuite, just imagine
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what you could do." Quark sat back with his hands folded on the table.
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He was watching the doctor's expression change from utter despair to
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one of faint hope. He managed a thin smile.
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"I guess I could try again. It's just that after 2 years, you think
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*something* would have happened by now." He glanced at his glass.
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"Besides, I think it's more the T'klars talking than me. I'll have
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a helluva headache in the morning," he added wryly.
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Quark shifted nervously in his seat. "Uh, doctor, you won't have
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a headache in the morning. Klingon beverages are different than
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what you're used to."
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Julian shot him a questioning look. "How do you mean?"
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"Well, they don't have the effects of regular beverages. T'klar
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is known for it's....stimulating effects."
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Julian's eyes widened as he picked up his glass and looked at the
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remaining liquid. "Just what do you mean by that?"
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"Well, I've only seen 3 or 4 humans drink those, and they have all
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been very....popular the next day. With the opposite sex."
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Realization of just what Quark was saying dawned on his face.
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Julian fixed him with a gaze that could have stopped a planet from
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revolving. "Are you telling me this," he indicated his glass,
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"produces pheromones????," each word slid through clenched teeth.
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Quark started to slide out of his seat, ready to run. "Well, I'm
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not exactly sure. I do know it only lasts 24 hours. I really
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have to close up now."
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"Quark, I'm not finished with you yet..." Julian threatened menacingly.
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Quark slid out of his seat and bounded for the bar. "Closing time,
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everyone OUT!," he almost yelled, staying as far from the doctor as
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possible.
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Julian looked again at his empty glass, thoughts swirling through his
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mind. _I can't believe Quark didn't warn me. 'Stimulating effects'..
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'opposite sex...'_. A plan began to formulate in his mind. _Maybe
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tomorrow won't be so bad_. He decided to let Quark off the
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hook...for now. He left Quark's, the intricacies of his plan working
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themselves out in his mind. As possible scenarios tumbled through
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his mind, a slow, sly smile formed on his lips. He knew he would have
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good dreams that night.
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Part 2
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NEXT DAY:
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Julian awoke feeling no different. He expected to feel *something*
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different, but nothing. He wonder briefly if Quark was lying,
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but dismissed that with a shrug. If there was no profit in it,
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he wouldn't have bothered. He spent a bit more time getting ready
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that morning, just in case. He brought his plan into his thoughts
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again, a smile playing about his lips.
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He met Dax on his way to the infirmary. _Phase 1, ready_.
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"Good morning, Jadzia," he greeted her brightly. "Sleep well?"
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"Good morning, Julian," she answered pleasantly. "Yes, I slept fine.
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You're in a good mood today," she observed.
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He gave her a lopsided grin. "I've never felt better." He was acting
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like he had a secret that he was dying to tell.
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"There's something different about you today." She gave him the
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once over. "Are you expecting something to happen?"
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He could barely suppress his laughter. _If only you knew_. "No.
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Today should be quite dull. I have to analyze some samples from
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Bajor. They want to check the water supply from the northern
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continent."
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They both stepped into the turbolift and gave their destinations.
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"So," he began brightly, turning to her, "do you have a lot
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to do today?"
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She smiled at him and shook her head slightly. "It's pretty much
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routine by now. Nothing spectacular."
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The turbolift halted for Julian's stop. "This is where I get
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off. I'll see you later, Jadzia." He walked toward the
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infirmary, Jadzia keeping her eyes on him all the way. "Resume,"
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when he was out of her sight.
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__________________
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Julian was engrossed in some data when he heard the
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infirmary doors open. "I'll be with you in just a minute,"
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he called in to the other room. He continued tapping the
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computer when he felt hands begin to massage his neck. He
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closed his eyes, a small sigh escaping from his lips.
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He leaned back in his chair, completely caught up in the
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moment. He opened his eyes to find Jadzia watching him
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intently.
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"Jadzia," his voice registered surprise.
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"Didn't know I could give killer back rubs, did you?," she smiled
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down at him.
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He edged away from her. "Umm, no. But thanks." His breathing
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slowly returned to normal. _Phase 2, ready to start_. He looked
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at her with a quizzical expression. "What can I do for you?"
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"I just wanted to see if you needed any help with that
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analysis you were talking about," she tried to reach for his hair.
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"Thanks, but I'm almost done." He flashed her a smile and
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continued to work. When she didn't say anything for a minute, he
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looked up. "Was there something else?" He turned around to study
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her expression.
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"No, I was just watching you work. You get the cutest expression
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when you're concentrating."
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_Oh, boy_ he thought. "Thanks. I always wanted to be known for my
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'cute expressions'," he said dryly.
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He decided to try his luck. "Would you care to join me
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for lunch? I've been told I have excellent conversation skills."
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He couldn't believe her answer. "I'd love to. I'll meet you at the
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replimant in 10 minutes."
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_Quark was RIGHT!_ he thought. _Those Klingon T'klars _do_ work!
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_I think I'm beginning to like this._ He allowed the smirk he'd
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been hiding to come on full force. "See you in 10 minutes, Jadzia."
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She answered him with a blinding smile and left.
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_I can't believe my good luck_ he thought to himself. _*She's*
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chasing *me*_. Then he sobered. _Only because of those
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drinks._ He sighed. _Since this won't last until tomorrow, I better
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make the most of today. Quark said the effect would only last 24 hours.
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He saved what he had been working on and headed for lunch with
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Jadzia.
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Julian met her at the replimant. He chatted breezily, she sat
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in rapt attention, gazing at him with adoring eyes. He tried-
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really tried- not to notice the way she was looking at him. _Not
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yet_ he told himself.
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He broke off in mid-sentence. "Jadzia."
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"Hmmm?" She apparently didn't hear him.
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"Aren't you going to eat?"
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"Oh." She blinked and looked down at her plate as if she never saw
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it before. She took a few bites, then continued staring at him.
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"I don't know what it is about you, Julian. You seem...different
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today." She gave him a hard look. "Are you letting your hair
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grow?"
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"No, I haven't changed my hair," a twinkle in his eye.
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She shrugged it off. "I guess it's just me."
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Julian tried to hide his laughter in a coughing fit.
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"Are you all right?"
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He caught his breath. "I'm fine. Really. Just got something
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stuck for a moment."
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They continued eating and talking until an emergency call came
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in for Julian.
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"Doctor Bashir, report to the infirmary immediately."
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"I'm on my way." He gave Jadzia an apologetic smile and left.
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Julian sat down for the first time in hours. That power coupling
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blowing had resulted in several injuries. Luckily, no one was
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seriously hurt. He took a deep breath and stretched before he
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started recording his medical log supplement. He had just
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finished when his comm badge signalled.
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"Dax to Bashir."
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His weariness disappeared. "Bashir here."
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"Julian, could you meet me in Quark's at 1900 hours?"
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He tried to keep the elation out of his voice. _Finally, a
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date with her_ he screamed to himself. "I'll be there.
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Bashir out."
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He sat back in his chair, pushed himself off with his foot from
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the table, and twirled around. If he had been a little
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younger, he probably would have got up and danced for joy.
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He couldn't wait until 1900.
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Part 3
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Songs included:
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"Giving Him Something He Can Feel" En Vogue
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"Vision Of Love" Mariah Carey
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"Can I Trust You With My Heart" Travis Tritt
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"Hold On To The Nights" Richard Marx
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"The Lady In Red" Chris DuBurg
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"I Can't Fight This Feeling" REO Speedwagon
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"Lady" Kenny Rogers
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"In This Life" Collin Raye
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"Heaven" Brian Adams
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"Now and Forever" Richard Marx
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"Because the Night" 10,000 Maniacs
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"Angel Eyes" The Jeff Healey Band
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A low moan escaped from Julian's throat. Those hands...her hands,
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were everywhere at once. She was kissing him, the most wildly
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intoxicating kiss he'd ever experienced. He could feel her, feel
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her excitement matching his growing urgency. Their tongues danced
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wildly. Then he was on top of her. He was whispering her name,
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"Jadzia," over and over, like a prayer.
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"Did you say something?," the voice at his ear almost caused him to
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jump out of his skin. He was in the infirmary. His assistant,
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Annastacian, had her hand on his shoulder and a concerned look on her
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face.
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"Sorry to disturb you, doctor. Are you all right?," she asked as she
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ran her hand down his arm.
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"I'm...fine. I guess I was daydreaming," he added a bit sheepishly.
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"What time is it?," he asked, trying to calm himself down.
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"It's almost the end of your shift. You can go ahead. You're not
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doing anything productive here, anyway," she teased him.
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"Thanks a lot," he replied, dryly. "I think I will leave now.
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See you tomorrow."
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"Oh, most definitely," she called after him. He missed the seductive
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glance she shot him as he left the infirmary.
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Julian smiled to himself as he slid his arms into his jacket. He
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had decided to change for his date with Jadzia. He just got
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this jacket, and felt it would impress her. It was purplish
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grey, and made a nice contrast to the crisp whiteness of his shirt.
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His shirt was in the style of the day, crossed and buttoned at the
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side, revealing a deep V at his neck. The whiteness of the
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shirt made his skin that much more darker; his eyes a deeper
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chocolate brown. He ran his brush one more time through his hair
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and stepped back to take in the total effect. He pulled the cuffs
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of the shirt a bit more through the sleeves of the jacket, smoothed
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his pants, whose color matched the jacket, and gave a nod of approval.
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He couldn't believe it, but he actually had butterflies. _This
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is silly. It's just one date, with the woman of your dreams_.
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_How did I get myself into this?_ he asked his reflection.
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Julian entered Quark's, oblivious to everyone. He bumped into
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Quark, who wasn't paying attention to anyone, either.
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"Hi, Quark, have you seen Jadzia?." She had asked him to be in
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Quark's at 1900 hours, but had not been more specific.
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Quark looked a bit flushed. "Oh, have I seen her." he said lustfully.
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Then he remembered who he was talking to. "Umm, she should be on
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in a few minutes."
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"On? On where?," Julian asked, confused.
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"On stage, where else? She's going to sing. Why, I have no idea."
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he added, before the doctor could ask. "She reserved
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a table for you, right in front." He waved his hand in the
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general direction.
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"Thanks." Julian went to the table and sat down. The lights
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dimmed, and a spotlight shown on the figure in red on
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the raised dais in front of him. Julian had a perfect view
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of the stage, and of Jadzia. She was wearing a fire red
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dress with a slit up to her thigh. Her hair was piled on top of
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her head, soft curls dancing over the spots on her bare shoulders.
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She spoke to the band, then stepped up to the microphone.
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The mellow saxophone blended with her voice as she began
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"Giving Him Something He Can Feel."
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Sweat broke out on his forehead as he listened to her throaty
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rendition of the classic tune. Watching her move, he wiped
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his forehead. He couldn't take his eyes off her. He didn't
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notice she was having the same effect on every male in
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the room. Quark was almost rubbing his ear off.
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She finished the last strain of the last word as the music faded
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softly. She bowed as shouts of "more! more," came from the crowd.
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Smiling radiantly, she whispered again to the band, who
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nodded. The soft strains of another old song were drowned out
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by whistles and applause. But when she touched the microphone,
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silence fell over the crowd. "Vision of Love" was belted out in
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same manner as her first song.
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The entire audience was locked on her, but Julian was the one
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she fixed her gaze on the most. He was mesmerized by her
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performance. He had no idea she had a voice like that, so low,
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so throaty, so sultry. The sweat hadn't had time to dry from
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her first number, and already he was mopping his neck with a napkin.
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More whistles greeted her as she finished the song. She turned for
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the last time to the band, who were beginning to look a bit flushed
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themselves. She had requested an old bar song, "Fever." The way
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she was stroking the microphone stand, the way her body was
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moving to the music, Julian's breathing became sporadic. He
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started to shift uncomfortably in his seat, as was every other
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man in the room.
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The last note faded from her lips, and she got another standing
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ovation. She bowed and stepped of the dais. She went straight
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to Julian's table.
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"This seat taken?" she asked in that same sultry voice.
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"Umm, no." He stumbled to his feet. "That was incredible. I
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didn't know you could sing." _like THAT_ he added silently.
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"Thank you. I've many talents you don't know about...yet," she
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added, a seductive smile on her lips. She slid into the chair
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next to Julian, allowing him a good look at her long legs.
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He swallowed hard. He had never seen her act like this. Not
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even the 'double' Dax had acted like this. He just stared at her
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with a goofy lovestruck grin on his face.
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The band started a love song, and Julian asked her if she wanted to
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dance. They danced to all the great old love songs, from
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"Can I Trust You With My Heart," to "Hold On To The Nights,"
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"The Lady In Red," "I Can't Fight This Feeling," "Lady,"
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"In This Life," "Heaven," "Now and Forever," and "Because the Night."
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Julian couldn't have picked more perfect songs if he had bribed the
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band. Throughout their dance, he nuzzled Jadzia's ear. He had
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started kissing the spots near her ear, and was slowly working his
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way down.
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During "Angel Eyes", Dax looked up from her comfortable place on his
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his shoulder and whispered, "Julian."
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"Hmm...?" He was still caught in the moment of dancing with her,
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the feel of her in his arms.
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"Julian, I want to leave."
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His eyes snapped open and he gazed at her incredulously. "Why?"
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"I want to be with you. Alone." she stated simply.
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"Are you sure?" He _wanted_ to be sure he hadn't misread her.
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He didn't have to wait long.
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"Yes" she whispered breathlessly, barely an inch from his lips,
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the look in her eyes unmistakable.
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"Your wish is my command." Quark watched them leave, silently
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saying goodbye to Jadzia.
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He woke up in the morning, feeling weighted down. He opened his eyes
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and knew the reason. Jadzia was asleep, her head resting on his chest.
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He couldn't believe he had mislead her like that. He should have
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told her about the T'klars, and the pheromones, but he had chickened
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out. He had wanted her so badly that he had lied to her.
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He slid gently out from under her, careful not to wake her, and
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got dressed. With a soft "I'm sorry," he left her quarters and
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returned to his own. He was sure she would never forgive him,
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that he would never be able to look her in the eye again.
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Her eyelids fluttered and she stretched lazily. Her hand reached
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out to hug Julian, but she was met by the still-warm hollow he
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had left. She sat up in confusion, and with a trace of sadness
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in her voice, called, "Julian?"
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Part 4
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Julian hid out in the infirmary, not wanting to accidentally
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bump into Jadzia. His staff had been giving him wide berth all
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day, afraid that he might blow up at them. He wandered around,
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a haunted look in his eyes. He was silently punishing himself,
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alternating between hate and guilt. He had firmly decided to
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confront Jadzia a dozen times, and had firmly decided _not_ to
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a dozen more. Maybe it was better this way. Maybe he could
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transfer somewhere. He had gotten a lot of offers upon his
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graduation from Starfleet Medical Academy, maybe those contacts
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could get him another assignment. His guilt was tearing him apart.
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_I can't go on like this._
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His luck held. He didn't see Jadzia all day. He waited until he
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was sure Jadzia would have returned to her quarters before leaving
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the infirmary. He let out a sigh of relief upon reaching his door.
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It slid open, he stepped inside, and froze. Jadzia was lying on
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his bed, wearing, as near as he could tell, not much.
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"Hello Julian."
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"Jadzia, wh-what are you doing here?," he managed to stammer.
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"Waiting for you," she almost purred.
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He swallowed hard. "Jadzia..."
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"Yes?," she asked silkily.
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He couldn't take it anymore. Those T'klars were obviously more
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potent that Quark had let on. He had to tell her, had to tell
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her *NOW*, before something happened again. He took a deep breath,
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and dropped his gaze.
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"Jadzia, I have to tell you something. Last night..."
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"Was fabulous."
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"Thanks," offhandedly. He was intent on telling her what he had
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done, how he had lied. "Two nights ago I asked Quark for a drink.
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Something exotic. He gave me a Klingon T'klar. I liked it so much,
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I had 3." He took another deep breath. "Those drinks produce
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pheromones, which caused you to act...different toward me." He
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couldn't go on. He continued staring at the floor, his head
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hung in shame. Jadzia broke the silence.
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"Julian. Julian, look at me."
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He slowly raised his head, and frowned in puzzlement at the amused
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smile on her face.
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"I talked to Quark after you got the call from the infirmary. He
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told me about the T'klars."
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He stared at her uncomprehendingly at first, then he slowly
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realized what she meant.
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"So, at Quark's last night, and afterwards..." his voice trailed
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off.
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"I knew exactly what I was doing," she confirmed.
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Relief flooded through his body. The guilt he had carried since waking
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up that morning faded. Then he concentrated on what she had just said
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and why she was there.
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"And now?," he inquired, a wicked gleam in his eye.
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"Now..." She got up and walked over to him. One finger caught in
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the 'V' of his uniform near his neck and slowly pulled down.
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"Computer play Jadzia program 1." The lights dimmed, soft music
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pored in, and Julian's heart sung with the songs drifting around them.
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Several hours later, Julian and Jadzia were lying in bed. She
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was lying in the crook of his arm, her right leg hooked over his
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left. He had his left arm partly around her, his right tracing
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patterns on her arm. He bent his head to place a kiss on her
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shoulder.
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"No wonder they call you the 'good doctor'," she said wickedly.
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"Is that a reference to my medical skills, or something else?"
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he asked cheekily.
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She rolled over until she was half-on his chest. "I'm not telling.
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You'll have to figure it out yourself."
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"HEY!," she squealed as he began tickling her. "Stop....I can't...
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breathe...," she was gasping for air, trying to tickle him back.
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"Not until...OUCH!...you tell me...," He had her pinned down now,
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which wasn't easy, the way she was squirming. "exactly what...
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not _there_...you meant!" He managed to get the whole sentence out,
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despite her attack on his ticklish areas.
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"NO!," she defiantly shot back, laughing as she did so. "I'll
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never tell...NO!" she gasped, as he began tickling her again.
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"All right! All right! You win! Just STOP!," she gasped,
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trying to catch her breath. He was panting just as hard as she
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was. "Ok...ok...you're the best doctor...on DS-9!," she pushed
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against his chest with all her strength, and managed to wiggle
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out from under him. She grasped his arm and flipped him over.
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Now she was pinning him down.
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He tried to catch his breath, surprised she had gotten the upper hand.
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"I demand you let me up."
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"I don't think you're in any position to 'demand' anything, my 'good
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doctor'," she smiled slyly.
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"Oh yeah?." He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her down on top of
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him. "Still think so?," his breath mingling with hers.
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"Oh fooey. foiled again." She didn't sound one bit remorseful.
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She could feel his heart pounding; heard it echo in her own
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ears. Her fingertip traced his jaw, her lips following the same
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path. His hands were making small circles along the small of
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her back.
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"Doctor...," Jadzia murmured seductively, "I have a terrible ache.
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Can you help me?"
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His eyes darkened. "First, I have to diagnose the problem. Where
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is this 'terrible ache'?," he asked huskily. His hands moved
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lower.
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"Right here..."
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Part 5
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Songs included:
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"You're Every Woman In The World To Me" Air Supply
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"Woman" John Lennon
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"Unchained Melody" Righteous Brothers
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Julian woke up in the morning, feeling weighted down. He opened
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his eyes and knew the reason. Jadzia was asleep, her head resting on
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his chest. His thoughts flew back to the previous night, and a
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warm feeling washed over him. He watched her sleep, content
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to just lie there for the rest of his life. She started to stir.
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"Good morning."
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She pushed her tangled hair out of her eyes. "Good morning Julian."
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She gave him a tired smile. "What time is it?"
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"We have an hour before we have to be on duty."
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She woke up fully. "An hour, hmmm? That's a bit early. What
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should we do?," her fingers running down his chest.
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"Eat. I'm starving." Julian gave her a quick kiss before getting
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out of bed and heading for the replicator.
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A little less than an hour later, Jadzia left Julian's quarters,
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him following a few minutes after. He tried all day not to think
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about her, but it was impossible. He bounced around the infirmary,
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the biggest grin on his face. His staff had to wake him up from
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daydreaming more than once. He hadn't been in this good of a mood
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since...he couldn't remember when.
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He wanted to let Jadzia know just how happy she had made him.
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He thought about it all morning. Inspiration struck while he
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was doing a blood work-up. He would need some time to practice,
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and needed to talk to Quark. It would cost him plenty, knowing
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Quark, but he was willing to do it. Now, he had to make sure
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Jadzia wouldn't be around...
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He tapped his comm badge. "Bashir to Dax."
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"Dax here."
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"How would you like to have lunch with the most charming man on
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the station?"
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"And who would that be?," he could almost see her expression.
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"Oh, I'm crushed," he couldn't help but smile. "So, what do you
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say, Quark's, at 1130?"
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"I'll be there. Dax out."
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Julian had just enough time to talk to Quark before Jadzia got
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there. He asked one of the nurses to finish the blood work-up,
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and headed for Quark's.
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"Come on Quark. I have the latinum." It wasn't going well.
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Jadzia would be there any minute, and he couldn't convince Quark
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to let him have it. He was beginning to think Quark was jealous.
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"I don't care if you do. It's my bar, and I can refuse anyone
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service." Quark continued to wipe the bar as he talked. He
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refused to look Bashir in the eye.
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Julian thought fast. "Let's make a deal. I'll give you 1 and
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a half times the latinum, and I'll cut down the 'health
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inspections' to once a month."
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That piqued Quark's interest. "Only 1 inspection a month?"
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Then he dropped his gaze. "Not good enough."
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Julian sighed. "All right. One inspection a month and TWO times
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the latinum. Take it or leave it," his expression showing he
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meant it.
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Quark studied him for a moment. The latinum floating in front of
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his eyes almost blocked his jealousy. Almost. But he couldn't
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pass up the opportunity for profit. His instincts wouldn't let
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him. "Deal." They shook hands. "But you take good care of her."
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"I will," Julian said softly, with vehemence.
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"Good. Now, what would you like today?" Quark's mood swing
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caused Julian to turn around. Jadzia had just walked in and
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was heading straight for them.
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Julian quickly put on a smile. "Hello Jadzia. What do you
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feel like today?"
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She grinned. "You of all people should know."
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Julian flushed slightly. "Ummmm....I meant, what do you want for
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lunch?"
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She laughed, a smile brightening her whole face. "I'm just teasing.
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I'll have a ractagino and a club sandwich."
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"And I'll have an order of Poltza," Julian chimed in. He put his
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hand on her back and led her to a quiet table.
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They chatted about work until Quark brought their order. Their
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eating was interrupted by bits of conversation and laughter. Before
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they went back on duty, Julian asked her, "Would you meet me in
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Quark's tonight at 1900 hours?"
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She gave him a private smile. "I'll be there."
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That night, Jadzia entered Quark's, wearing a blue dress similar to
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the one she had worn the night before: long and slinky. When she
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couldn't locate Julian, she found Quark.
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"Quark, have you seen Julian?"
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His eyes raked over her. "He asked me to escort you to holosuite 1."
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He offered his arm. "This way."
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She thanked Quark, then stepped inside the holosuite. Her eyes lit
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up as she looked around. It was a late 21st century bar, complete
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with synthesizer. The lone table was set for a candlelight dinner
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for two. No other people were visible except for Julian, standing
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next to the synthesizer. He motioned her to sit down and cleared
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his throat. "I wanted to surprise you. I don't have the courage to
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perform in front of the crowd at Quark's, but I can perform for you."
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He walked to the synthesizer and sat down grandly. He stretched his
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slender fingers, played a scale to warm up, and began singing,
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"You're Every Woman In the World To Me," with tender emotion.
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Tears glistened in her eyes as he finished the song. She clapped
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as hard as she could, but he raised his hand. "I'm not done yet."
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He hit a few random keys, then the chords for "Woman" began. Jadzia
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slowly got up and made her way to the stage. She sat down next to
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him, a shaky smile resting on her lips. He finished, picked up
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her hand, and kissed it. "This is the only other song I had time
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to practice," he said regretfully. "Unchained Melody" floated around
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around her, his voice enveloping her. She sighed softly. The last
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note drifted around in the silence. "So, how do you like my singing?,"
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he asked a bit nervously.
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"Computer, play back songs that Julian sang," she gave him a
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heart wrenching smile and took his hand. "Care to dance?"
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"I'd be delighted."
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And they swayed to the music, lost in each other.
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Part 6
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Julian woke up especially early. He wanted to surprise Jadzia
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with breakfast...in bed. He quickly got dressed and ordered
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from his replicator. Strawberries with cream, French toast,
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ractagino-extra cream, and as a special treat, poached Ezku, a
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Trill delicacy. He hummed as he carried the tray to Jadzia's
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door.
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He pushed the buzzer by her door, humming tunelessly.
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"Who is it?," she called through the door.
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"It's your morning wake-up call, Jadzia. I've brought you breakfast,"
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he called through the door, rocking back and forth on his heels.
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"Just a minute...," muffled sounds, then the door opened, revealing
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Jadzia in a silk robe.
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He breezed into the room, flashing her his most charming smile.
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He set the tray on her table. "I thought you would enjoy
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breakfast being served to you."
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"Julian, I don't think this is a good time," there was something
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strange in her voice.
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He looked at her in confusion. "Why isn't it?" He pulled out a
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chair, started to sit down, and stopped. A uniform, a red Bajoran
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uniform, was lying on the chair opposite him. The smile quickly
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faded from his face.
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"Oh. I see you have company. I better go." He stood back up,
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intending to leave, when a voice stopped him.
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"Did you say breakfast?"
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He whirled at the sound. "Kira?," he said incredulously.
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"I'm starving." She walked over to the table and sat down.
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"Ooh, French toast. Doctor, aren't you going to join us?"
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He started to reply but the room started to spin. He tried to
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grab for the back of the chair, but missed. A hand caught his,
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and he opened his eyes.
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He squinted at the bright lights. "What happened?"
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Jadzia looked visibly relieved. "Good. You've finally decided to
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come out of it."
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"Out of it? Out of what?," he asked, totally confused. He looked
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down at his hand clasped in hers.
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"Don't worry. You're in the infirmary. When you didn't report for
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duty yesterday, we got worried. We found you in your quarters,
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unconscious."
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His confusion was growing. "I didn't report for duty? How did I
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get back to my quarters?"
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"What's the last thing you remember?"
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He flushed slightly. "Well, I had just brought you breakfast,
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and..."
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She started in surprise. "You brought me *what*? Julian," her
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voice softened, "do you remember having drinks at Quark's?
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Klingon T'klars?"
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"Yes, but what does that have to do with anything?," the perplexed
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look growing in intensity on his face.
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"Julian, you apparently went back to your quarters after drinking
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3 T'klars at Quark's yesterday. That's when we found you."
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He just stared at her uncomprehendingly for a moment, then
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realization hit him like he was being blown out of an airlock.
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"Are you telling me I've been unconscious since I left Quark's?
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And that you and I never..." His voice faded when he saw her
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confused expression.
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"We never what?"
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He squeezed his eyes shut. _This can't be happening. I *REMEMBER*._
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But one look in her eyes confirmed it.
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"Forget it. It obviously did *not* happen," he added in disgust.
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"You haven't sung at Quark's, have you?" He asked, more a statement
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than a question.
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"No." All his hope vanished. "That's not until tonight, remember?"
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"WHAT?" He attempted to sit up.
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"I told you 2 weeks ago, I was planning on singing at the talent show
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at Quark's tonight. Do you think you'll be able to be there?"
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He suddenly felt invigorated. "What time?"
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"1900 hours."
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He grinned mischievously. "I'll be there. I wouldn't miss this
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for the world."
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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From: H601HUC@SEMOVM.SEMO.EDU (Jenny)
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Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative
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Subject: Fantasy Meets Reality pt 2
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Date: 6 May 1994 11:19:59 -0500
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This is the second installment of the "Fantasy Meets Reality"
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stories. This contains parts 7-10. Enjoy!
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All rights reserved. Copyright @1994 by Jennifer Shipp.
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Characters copyrighted by Paramount. Permission to spread this
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all over the internet granted, as long as this heading remains a
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part of it.
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**** Thanks to Joan the english chick for her eagle eyes and great
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line! And to Tiara, for her help with part 9 ****
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"Fantasy Meets Reality" by Jennifer Shipp
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Part 7
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"Julian, you need to rest."
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He waved her aside. "I'm fine." It had only been a few hours
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since Julian had awakened in the infirmary. He was still a bit
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shaken, still trying to sort out his fantasy from reality. It
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wasn't proving to be easy.
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"Fine enough to tell me what you meant?" Jadzia sat in a chair,
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watching him.
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"Meant? By what?" He was reading the station logs from yesterday,
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trying to regain his lost day.
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"'You and I never...?'" She crossed her arms, waiting for an
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explanation.
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He looked up from the screen. "Hmmm? Oh." He realized what she
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was asking him about. "I'd rather not talk about it, if you don't
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mind," he said with an edge to his voice.
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"Ok. Well, if you ever do feel like talking about it, you know
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where to find me." She got up to leave.
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"Ok." He gave her a weak smile. He was left alone in the infirmary
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with his thoughts. _That was the *most* intense dream I've ever
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experienced_ he thought. _Or was it a dream?_ He decided to have
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a little talk with Quark.
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"Hello, Quark," Julian greeted him, with just a touch of sarcasm
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in his voice.
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Quark jumped, causing the glasses he was washing to knock together.
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"Hello Doctor. I'm glad to see you're up and about. Can I get you
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anything?" He was visibly nervous.
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"As a matter of fact, you can answer me a few questions. You told
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me those T'klars would have an effect on the opposite sex, but they
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seem to have effected me. I was wondering if you could explain
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that?" Julian was directly in front of Quark, on the other side
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of the bar.
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"Well, I really have no way to know what effect T'klars will have
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on people. They affect everyone differently. I guess they just
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overloaded your system." Quark wiped his forehead with the back
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of his hand.
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"Then why didn't you warn me when I ordered them?" Julian
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leaned farther over the bar, towering over Quark. He was enjoying
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watching the little Ferengi squirm.
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"Ah, well, you know the old saying 'let the buyer beware'. It's not
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my fault you didn't ask." Quark was trying his best to put on a
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brave front, but he could tell Bashir was angry.
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"I can't *ask* about something I don't *know* about." He leaned
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across the bar, causing Quark to back up. "I think an apology
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is in order."
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Quark had seen the doctor blow up before, and it wasn't something he
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wished to see again. "I agree." Quark drew himself up to his full
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height. "Doctor, I apologize for not informing you of the effects
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of T'klars. Satisfied?"
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"Yes." Julian took a step back. "And Quark."
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"What now? You want me to give blood?"
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"No," he smiled. "I just wanted to thank you."
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He eyed him suspiciously. "Thank me? For what?"
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"Didn't you know?" Julian feigned innocence. "T'klars apparently
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induce dreaming. And I must tell you, it seemed quite real."
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He smiled and a twinkle of something sparkled in his eye. "It
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was quite embarrassing, actually, waking up and talking to Dax.
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She didn't know what I was talking about, and she didn't know what
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I was talking about.
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"Anyway," he finished offhandedly, "I just wanted to express my
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thanks. My dream was most...entertaining." One side of his mouth
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curved into a smile. He turned to leave, but snapped his fingers
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and turned back.
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"Oh, one more thing. If you ever even think about telling anyone
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about our conversation, I'll make sure Odo has a little talk with you."
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Quark was left in a state of confusion. He tried to figure out
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everything Bashir had told him. "He was embarrassed when he woke up
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from the dream, embarrassed because Dax didn't know...."
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Julian's smile widened when he heard an anguished "NO" echo
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throughout Quark's.
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Julian went back to his quarters to rest before the talent contest.
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He had only been up for a few hours, but he was tired. But when he
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tried to sleep, he just tossed and turned. He stared at the ceiling,
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his hands behind his head. His thoughts returned to his dream, which
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was quickly fading. He sat up. Sleeping was useless; he needed
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something to do...he got out of bed and went to his closet. He
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rooted around until he found his portable keyboard. He held it in
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his hands, a thoughtful expression on his face. Then inspiration
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struck. He closed his eyes, remembering back, and started playing.
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A slow smile formed on his lips. He could play it in the talent
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contest. But he would have to see Quark first. He decided to wait
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a few hours until he cooled off. Until then, he had a lot of
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practicing to do.
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Later that afternoon he went to see Quark, who was surprised to
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see him, to say the least. The Ferengi was more than a little
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apprehensive about seeing the doctor again. "Hello Doctor, back for
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another round?" Sarcasm dripped from his voice, but he did take a
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step back from the bar.
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Julian gave him his most charming, agreeable smile. "Not at all,
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Quark. In fact, I'd like to apologize for my behavior this morning.
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I wasn't feeling myself, and I may have been a bit harsh." He sat
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down at the bar. "So what do you say, Quark? Will you forgive
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one of your best customers?"
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Quark contemplated his expression and tone, and decided he was
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sincere. "Well, it wouldn't do to lose one of my best customers,
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now would it?" He immediately relaxed. "Now, as one of my best
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customers, what can I get you?"
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Julian silently crossed his fingers. "You could give me a spot in the
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talent contest."
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Quark looked stupefied. "You're kidding. What are you going to do,
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perform an autopsy?" He started laughing.
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Julian gave him a wry grin. "Yes Quark, on your dead body." He
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became serious. "I happen to play the keyboard and sing. Does the
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band have a synthesizer or keyboard of some kind?"
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Quark quit laughing long enough to see he was serious. "Yes,
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they do." He eyed him sceptically. "You don't really know how to
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play, do you?"
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Julian let out a frustrated sigh. "Yes, I do. And I'll play in the
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contest, IF you'll give me a spot. Will you?" His eyes became
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pleading.
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Quark shrugged. "Why not? The crowd should get a good laugh, if
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nothing else."
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"Thanks for the vote of confidence," he replied dryly. "I think
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you'll be surprised."
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"Whatever. You can go on after the Delgottan flutist, which should
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be about 2030 hours."
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"Thanks Quark. I really appreciate this." Julian gave him a
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sincere smile and left.
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Julian went back on duty, trying to get his mind off the contest.
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When his shift ended, he went back to his quarters to get ready. He
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took a shower, then stood in front of his closet. A purplish
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jacket and grey pants peeked out at him, and he eagerly reached for
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them. He found an off-white shirt that didn't look half bad with it,
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and stepped in front of the mirror.
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He looked all right, but he didn't feel all right. He couldn't believe
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it, but he had a touch of butterflies. _Just relax_ he told himself.
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He took a few deep breaths, and it calmed him somewhat. His face
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stared back at him nervously, but his eyes reflected determination.
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He hadn't been able to do this in his dream, but he was prepared
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to go through with it now. He would sing his heart out, to Jadzia.
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He strode out the door on his way to Quark's.
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_______________________________
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Part 8
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*******DISCLAIMER**********
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This part in no way reflects/is affiliated with the "Talent Show Cycle"
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on alt.st.creative
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Songs included:
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"Vision of Love" Mariah Carey
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"If Tomorrow Never Comes" Garth Brooks
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"The Heart Won't Lie" Reba McEntire and Vince Gill
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Julian entered Quark's, surprised by how much it looked like his
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dream. The raised dais at the other end of the room, the performer
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in a spotlight on stage, everything. Except this time Jadzia wasn't
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the one in the spotlight. She was at a table with Sisko and Kira.
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Sisko spotted him and waved him over. He nodded hellos as he made
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his way to the table. Kira watched him approach, a smile on her face.
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"Hello, Doctor. I heard you had quite a nap." Jadzia nudged her
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with her elbow, trying to hide a smile.
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"Would you care for a drink, Doctor?" Sisko was not very successful
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in keeping a straight face.
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"Benjamin," Jadzia stage-whispered across to him.
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Julian smiled good naturedly. "I'm glad you're all enjoying this.
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Do you have anything to add, Jadzia?," he said as he took a seat.
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Jadzia was giggling by now. "I'm sorry Julian. It was just
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too funny to keep to myself. Besides, the entire station knew
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something had happened to you. You weren't there to scout out the
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new female arrivals to the station."
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Julian started to protest. "I do *NOT* 'scout out new female
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arrivals'..Never mind." He rolled his eyes. "How long am I going
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to have to put up with these jokes, if that's what you call 'jokes'."
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"Ooh, I'm hurt." Jadzia put her hand over her heart.
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"So am I," Kira added. "Seriously, you'll be back to your usual
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charming self any time now, right?," biting her lower lip to keep
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from laughing.
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Julian buried his face in his hands and groaned. Sisko squeezed
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his shoulder. "Just think, Doctor, we've only had 1 day. Give us
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some time to come up with some *real* zingers."
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"OOH," he groaned louder. Kira, Jadzia, and Sisko were really
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laughing now.
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The lights dimmed and Quark stepped up onto the dais. Julian sent
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a silent 'thank you' to Quark and whatever gods might be listening.
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"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Quark's 3rd Annual Talent Contest."
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This was met by wild applause. "To begin, I would like to introduce,
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Lieutenant Jadzia Dax. The lady of science."
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Whistles and howls greeted this introduction. Jadzia stepped onto
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the dais, and Julian got his first good look at her outfit. She
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was wearing a dark blue, shimmering dress, with a slit up to her
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thigh. Her hair was piled on top of her head, ringlets teasing the
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spots on her bare shoulders. She whispered to the band, who
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|
nodded. Julian recognized the opening strains of the music. It
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|
was "Vision of Love," the same song she had sung in his dream.
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He watch her, mesmerized. His fantasy wasn't turning out to be a
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|
fantasy at all! It was becoming real right before his eyes.
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Her voice was exactly like in his dream. Low, throaty, sultry.
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|
She was almost melting the microphone. She got a round of
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applause, Julian, Sisko and Kira leading the standing ovation.
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|
Jadzia stepped down off the dais to receive her friends adulations.
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"That was wonderful," Kira and Sisko said at the same time. Julian
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just stood, his grin becoming wider as Jadzia started hugging everyone.
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|
She slid into a chair between Benjamin and Julian. Her eyes were
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|
sparkling. "Thanks, everyone. That was so much fun. I haven't
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|
done that in years."
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Sisko turned to Julian. "You haven't said much Doctor. What's
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|
your diagnosis?"
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Julian glanced at Jadzia, his eyes matching her sparkle. "That was
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|
incredible. I didn't know you could sing."
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"Thanks, I think," she laughed. "I have a lot more talents you
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|
don't know about," she added.
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_Yet,_ he finished silently. "I'll bet," he said out loud.
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The next act came on, but the officers were too busy talking about
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|
Jadzia's performance to notice. Julian tried to stay in the
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|
conversation, but was distracted by something near the entrance to
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Quark's.
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Jadzia caught him and started to tease him. "Are you looking for
|
|
someone or making an escape plan?" She turned in the direction he
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|
was looking, but couldn't tell what he was looking at.
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"I just spotted someone I haven't seen in a long time. I want to
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|
say hello. Excuse me." He got up and walked away, a distracted
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|
look in his eye.
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Jadzia turned back to the table. "Must be someone special," a bit
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|
of hurt and something else in her voice. She glanced back at where
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she lost sight of Julian, but couldn't see him.
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Jadzia, Benjamin, and Kira continued watching the rest of the acts;
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|
the fireater, a juggler, but the one that held their attention
|
|
was a Bajoran who played the Sylopos. It was a rare treat to
|
|
see a humanoid playing it, since it usually required 4 arms to
|
|
operate.
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|
They were still talking about it when Quark announced the next
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|
performer. Looks of astonishment went around the small table of
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|
Starfleet officers. Dr. Bashir stood in the spotlight, a nervous
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|
smile on his face. He walked over to the keyboard and sat down.
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|
He hit a few random keys, then began to sing. His voice started off
|
|
a bit shaky, but gained strength as he gained confidence. He
|
|
stole a glance at his table, but couldn't see past the spotlight.
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|
Julian's voice was touching everyone, as was the song he sang. It
|
|
was a song about seizing the moment, about not letting opportunities
|
|
pass you by. Sisko had unshed tears in his eyes. Jadzia's lower
|
|
lip trembled, and Kira swallowed hard, looking down at her clenched
|
|
hands.
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Julian's voice was thick with emotion as he sang the last lines:
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"So tell that someone that you love
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Just what you're thinking of
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If tomorrow never comes."
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The keyboard faded along with his voice and silence continued for
|
|
several seconds. Then a burst of applause caused him to jump.
|
|
He smiled broadly and bowed. Quark even looked impressed as he
|
|
came on stage to announce the next act.
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|
Julian made his way back to his table, where his friends were standing.
|
|
Sisko shook his hand, Kira patted him on the back, and then he turned
|
|
to Jadzia. She grabbed him in a tight hug and whispered "that was
|
|
wonderful," in his ear.
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|
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|
"Where did you learn to sing and play that thing?," Sisko wanted
|
|
to know.
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They all sat down, and Julian began his story. "My mother used to
|
|
sing around the house, and when I was little, I used to sing with her.
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|
I leaned to play the keyboard to impress a cadet at the Academy,"
|
|
he said a bit sheepishly. But no one was snickering. Respect and
|
|
surprise reflected back at him from their eyes. Jadzia asked him
|
|
about his favorite singer, and they discussed musicians until Quark
|
|
was ready to announce the winner.
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|
|
|
Quark stepped into the spotlight on stage, waving for everyone to
|
|
quiet down. "This is the first time this has ever happened. The
|
|
competition was so close, we've declared a tie. So, for the
|
|
singing Starfleet officers, Lieutenant Dax and Dr. Bashir,
|
|
congratulations! Come up here and get your trophies!"
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|
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|
That got a standing ovation from Quark's patrons and astonished
|
|
cries from the officers' table. Benjamin hugged Jadzia while
|
|
Kira hugged Julian. Julian and Jadzia turned to each other.
|
|
Julian offered his hand to help her up. "Shall we?" They
|
|
walked to the stage together.
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|
|
|
"Congratulations," Quark said as he shook their hands. They
|
|
bowed together. The crowd started chanting "duet, duet,"
|
|
and from the looks of it, Sisko and Kira started it. Jadzia
|
|
laughed and looked questionly at Julian. "Do you want to do it?'
|
|
|
|
"I'm willing if you are. But what should we sing?"
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|
|
|
Jadzia thought for a moment, then nodded. "I know. Come here."
|
|
She took his hand and pulled him to talk with the band. After
|
|
a few moments, the lights dimmed. The spotlight shone on Jadzia.
|
|
"The Heart Won't Lie" began, Jadzia's voice bring the regret and
|
|
sorrow to life. Julian stepped into the spotlight on cue, his
|
|
voice blending and complementing hers. As Julian stepped next
|
|
to Jadzia, he held out his hand to her, and she grasped it firmly.
|
|
He looked into her eyes, and saw unshed tears glistening. They
|
|
sang to each other, Quark's place evaporating around them. As
|
|
Jadzia sang the final note, they stood smiling, staring into each
|
|
other's eyes, lost in their own private world. Thunderous
|
|
applause finally caused them to slowly turn and bow. Jadzia gave
|
|
Julian a hug and stepped down, him following her. The applause
|
|
didn't die down for a full 3 minutes.
|
|
|
|
"I never knew you had it in you, Doctor. I'm very impressed."
|
|
Kira had a touch of admiration in her voice. "Dax, I knew you
|
|
had it in you."
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|
|
|
"That was incredible. I never thought I missed singing, until
|
|
tonight." Julian couldn't stop smiling. "We made a pretty good
|
|
duet up there."
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|
|
|
"That was exhilarating. We did do pretty good, didn't we?" She
|
|
eyed him. "Are you suggesting we partner up?"
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|
|
|
"Well, for singing, definitely. With practice we could be sensational.
|
|
We could tour the galaxy, singing for our keep..."
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|
|
|
"Julian?," Jadzia interrupted him.
|
|
|
|
He stopped his daydreaming and refocused on her. "Yes?"
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|
|
"You're getting carried away. How about we just dance?"
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He smiled. "I guess I could settle for that."
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|
_____________________________
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Part 9
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|
|
Songs included:
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|
"Straight From The Heart" Brian Adams
|
|
"Boot Scootin' Boogie" Brooks and Dunn
|
|
"Hopelessly" Rick Astley
|
|
"Love Takes Time" Mariah Carey
|
|
"Faithfully" Journey
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|
__________
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|
The band was playing "Straight From the Heart" as Julian led Jadzia
|
|
to the dance floor. He was just beginning to enjoy the feeling of
|
|
her in his arms when the song changed. "Boot Scootin' Boogie," began,
|
|
and Jadzia dragged Benjamin out on the floor. She started a line
|
|
dance, and Julian and Benjamin laughingly tried to keep up with her.
|
|
|
|
Kira was alone at the table, shaking her head at her friends and
|
|
laughing, but with a slight look of wistfulness in her eyes.
|
|
"Is this seat taken?," a low voice asked. She turned around, and
|
|
a smile broke over her face. "Vedek Bareil, When did you..?, Why
|
|
are you...?, Oh, sit down." She waved at a chair.
|
|
|
|
"How can I refuse such a gracious offer?" His hazel eyes crinkled
|
|
as he smiled and took the seat next to her. She couldn't help but
|
|
notice how nice he looked in a loose-fitting maroon shirt and tight-
|
|
fitting grey slacks.
|
|
|
|
"I guess you didn't know. I haven't missed Quark's Annual Talent
|
|
Contest yet. It's interesting to see the variety of talent out there.
|
|
Besides," he leaned closer, "it gets me out of the monastery."
|
|
|
|
Kira laughed with surprise. "I can't believe it. First, Bashir
|
|
sings, and now you're telling me that you like talent contests?"
|
|
She shook her head. "You did get to hear Dax and Bashir sing, didn't
|
|
you?"
|
|
|
|
"Yes. Individually, they were great, but together, they were...magic."
|
|
He looked into Kira's eyes as he spoke this last word. They held
|
|
each other's gazes for a moment, then Bareil looked down at his hands.
|
|
"I was here for the whole show. I..wasn't sure...I thought I would
|
|
be intruding...you all seemed to be enjoying yourselves."
|
|
|
|
Kira shook her head. "Oh, no. You're welcome at our table anytime.
|
|
and mine." Her hand reached over and settled on his. The song
|
|
changed and Bareil looked up. "Would you honor me by allowing me
|
|
this dance?"
|
|
|
|
"I...can't. I don't know how," she barely whispered. "I never
|
|
saw the purpose of learning, or had the opportunity."
|
|
|
|
"It's easy. And, it's about time you learned." He helped her up,
|
|
admiring her outfit. "Did I mention that I love that color on you?"
|
|
The dark green pants suit hugged her body. "It brings out
|
|
the color of your eyes."
|
|
|
|
"Uh, no. You didn't. Thank you," she stammered. "You look very
|
|
nice yourself," she added under her breath, not sure if he heard
|
|
her or not.
|
|
|
|
"Thank you," he replied, much to her chagrin, and coaxed her to
|
|
the dance floor.
|
|
|
|
She was embarrassed enough, having Bareil trying to teach her to
|
|
dance, but the song playing...did the band have to play "Hopelessly?"
|
|
She hoped her embarrassment and awkwardness didn't show.
|
|
|
|
"Now, you just put your arms around me, like this, and I put my
|
|
arms around you, like this, and we sway to the music. Quite
|
|
simple, actually." He smiled at her.
|
|
|
|
"Oh yeah. Real simple." Kira hoped he didn't notice the flaming
|
|
of her cheeks. She could just tell they were burning red. Her
|
|
movements were stiff and awkward, and she wouldn't look at Bareil.
|
|
|
|
"Julian." Jadzia looked up from his shoulder and nodded over at
|
|
Kira and Bareil. "Look over there."
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|
|
|
He looked and smiled. "I'm glad he approached her. I could see
|
|
him at a back table, watching her."
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|
|
|
Jadzia's eyes widened in surprise and she began chastising him.
|
|
"You saw him earlier? Why didn't you ask him to join us? Why did
|
|
he...Wait." Her tone became accusary. "Where did you go earlier?,"
|
|
she demanded.
|
|
|
|
"Oh, I just went to talk to a friend," he answered vaguely, giving
|
|
her a knowing smile.
|
|
|
|
"Dr. Bashir thought you could use some company. He's a good man.
|
|
And a good friend." Bareil explained to Kira about how he had found
|
|
her table.
|
|
|
|
"I guess he is." She felt comfortable enough now to lean her head
|
|
on his shoulder, a smile softening her face, her eyes closed.
|
|
|
|
"You saw him watching her and asked him what was he waiting for?
|
|
Julian, you're a hopeless romantic!" She gave him a squeeze.
|
|
"And I'm glad you are." She rested her head on his shoulder, smiling
|
|
contentedly.
|
|
|
|
The song changed again, from "Love Takes Time," to "Faithfully,"
|
|
Julian and Jadzia, Bareil and Kira still on the dance floor.
|
|
|
|
"I'm beginning to see the appeal in dancing." Kira whispered,
|
|
relaxing totally in Bareil's arms.
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|
|
"So am I," Bareil responded, holding her closer.
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|
|
|
The set ended, and the band took a 5 minute break. Julian and Jadzia
|
|
passed Bareil and Kira walking towards the bar, but they didn't
|
|
notice them. They were lost in each other, lost in their own little
|
|
world.
|
|
|
|
They made it back to the table, only to see Benjamin ready to leave.
|
|
"I should go check on Jake. I don't want him wandering around,
|
|
and since I haven't seen Nog, I assume their together. I'll see
|
|
you both tomorrow. Oh, by the way, I want a copy of your duet for
|
|
Chief O'Brien. I'm sure he'll want to hear it." He smiled as
|
|
he left.
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|
|
|
They said their good-byes, then turned to each other, rolling their
|
|
eyes at the same time. They sat in comfortable silence for awhile,
|
|
Julian playing with the cuff of his sleeve.
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|
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|
"I didn't know you liked to dance. If you want, I could go all
|
|
night." A sly smile told her he had other things in mind.
|
|
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|
She smiled wryly. "No thanks. My feet are killing me. I haven't
|
|
worn heels in decades," she added ruefully, slipping off her shoes
|
|
and flexing her feet.
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|
|
|
"Here, give me your foot."
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|
|
|
"Why?" she asked suspiciously.
|
|
|
|
"To massage those tired toes of yours. After standing for hours on
|
|
end at Starfleet Medical, you learn a few things." She placed her
|
|
foot on his lap, her dress sliding off her leg. He flushed slightly.
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|
|
|
"Ohh, that feels so good." She flexed her foot and closed her eyes.
|
|
"Let me personally thank Starfleet Medical for torturing their
|
|
students."
|
|
|
|
"Thanks a lot," he replied dryly. "Give me your other foot."
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|
|
|
"Mmmm, you have a gift, doctor. You missed your true calling."
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|
|
|
"If you like what I'm doing to your feet, you should see what I could
|
|
do to the rest of you." His eyes held a hint of a challenge.
|
|
|
|
Jadzia opened her eyes and regarded him. "Really?" Her eyes met his
|
|
challenge. "We'll just see about that." She held out her hand.
|
|
"Let's go."
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|
|
|
"What?" he croaked.
|
|
|
|
The corner of her mouth showed the barest hint of a smile. "I want
|
|
to see if you're all talk."
|
|
|
|
He gave her a quirky half smile. "Let me assure you, I'm definitely
|
|
not all talk."
|
|
|
|
"All right then, let's go." She slid her feet off his lap.
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|
|
|
"Where?" His eyes were fairly dancing.
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|
|
|
She picked up her shoes with one hand, his hand with the other,
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guided him out of his chair, and said the two words he had
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been waiting his whole life to hear. "Your quarters."
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They walked out of Quark's, Julian wearing the widest grin anyone
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had ever seen on his face.
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Part 10 - the end!
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*****Warning - this part contains a minor spoiler for "Invasive
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Procedures". Didn't like the way it ended? Then read on...
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It could also be rated PG-13. I just don't want any parents mad
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at me. :)
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**********
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Songs included:
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"Songbird" Kenny G
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"The Dance" Garth Brooks
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"Everything I Do (I Do It For You)" Brian Adams
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"Unchained Melody" Righteous Brothers
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"Hold On To The Nights" Richard Marx
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"Angel Eyes" The Jeff Healey Band
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"Nothing Like A Woman" Vince Gill
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"Now and Forever" Richard Marx
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"I wonder how you'd look on your back...under me," Julian said
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with a smirk. He looked down at Jadzia, lying on his bed, her
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head resting in her arms. He was massaging the muscles of her
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neck, his fingers working their magic on her soft skin. As he
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touched her, his thoughts, like his pulse, raced a light year
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a minute.
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She turned her head to look at him, a wicked gleam in her eye.
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"Oh really?"
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She grabbed his arm, and in one fluid motion, flipped him flat on
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his back on the floor. She stood over him, her bare foot resting
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lightly on his chest. "I *know* how you'd look on your back under
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me."
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"Ohh-owwww!," he groaned.
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"Oh, get up you big baby." She took her foot off him, reached down
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to clasp his hand, and tried to help him up.
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"*DON'T* help me. I'm in *PAIN* dammit!" He winced as he tried to
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sit up.
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She was immediately contrite. "I am SO sorry Julian. I didn't
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mean to..." She gently helped him to his feet.
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He rubbed his back, but it didn't help. "I can't believe
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you did that. I was only joking," he said incredulously. He
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gingerly sat down on the edge of his bed. He searched his nightstand,
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looking for a muscle relaxer, but couldn't find one. "Not here.
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Now I'll have to go to the infirmary."
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Jadzia regarded him, mentally cursing herself for not using more
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restraint. "Julian, I'm truly sorry. But, you don't have to go
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to the infirmary. A hot shower will work just as well. You should
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try it. Besides, how will you explain your injury to the nurses?"
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She tried to hide her smile and laughter bubbling just below the
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surface in a cough.
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Julian grudgingly agreed, a murderous look in his eye. She helped
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him to the bathroom. A minute later, she heard the shower go on.
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She wandered barefoot around his quarters, looking at the various
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things he had lying around. She called in to him, "Julian, can I
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listen to some music?" She didn't hear a response, so went ahead
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and looked through his selection. A chip caught her eye, and she
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popped it in. "Songbird" floated around her. She requested half-
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lights and sank into a chair, losing herself in the music.
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The shower quit and Julian called in, "Jadzia, can you hand me my
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robe? It's in the closet."
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"Sure," she called back, picking out the black silk garment and
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handing it to him through the partially opened door. "Do you need
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any help in there?," she asked playfully.
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"Thanks. I think you've helped enough." He walked into the
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room, rubbing a towel through his damp hair. He paused, his
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head tilted to one side. "Nice choice of music."
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"Thanks." She couldn't help but notice how his hair curled a bit
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when it was wet, and how his robe made his eyes stand out that
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much more. "Does your back feel better?"
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He tossed the towel back into the bathroom. "Much, but it's still
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a bit stiff."
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"Lie down." She indicated his bed.
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"Excuse me?" He wasn't quite sure he heard her correctly.
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"I won't hurt you, I promise. Now just lie down and relax."
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He shrugged his arms out of the robe and lay down. She slowly
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worked the muscles of his neck, amazed by the texture of his skin.
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It felt smooth, like velvet. She searched his face, cradled
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in his arms. He looked like a little boy, lying there with
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his eyes closed, a smile teasing the corners of his mouth.
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Thoughts of his boyish charm mingled with his dedication and
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skill as a doctor, and a smile formed on her lips. Unconsciously,
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her hands pushed his robe to the middle of his back.
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A soft sigh escaped from his lips. "Mmm, you have magic fingers,
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Jadzia." Her fingers were making the nerve endings on his back
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tingle. Each touch sent new waves of pleasure down his spine.
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A slight flush crept over his body, tinting his golden skin.
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"Do I?" She could feel heat emanating from his skin wherever her
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fingers touched him. She felt an answering heat beginning deep
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within her. Her hands bunched his robe around the top of his
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hips, revealing his whole back to her gaze. Her eyes drank up the
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sight of his lean body, the light turning his tawny skin a deep
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caramel. Her hands switched from massaging to sensual exploration,
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lightly running up his sides. Her hands caressed his shoulders,
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smoothing the skin down his back.
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He moaned low in his throat. His eyes partially opened as he
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lifted his head, watching her with catlike grace.
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Her hands teased their way slowly up to his shoulders, lightly
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brushing his arms. His hand caught hers and touched it lightly
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to his lips. Blue eyes searched brown, silently communicating
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mutual need. "Everything I Do, I Do It For You" began softly
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playing in the background.
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She leaned down to him, her lips barely brushing his. She cupped
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his face delicately in her hands, losing herself in his toffee-
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colored eyes. His left arm curved around her waist as she fell
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into his embrace. Her hands threaded through his hair, making
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their way slowly down his neck. They found his shoulders, tracing
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slow patterns down his back.
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His hands reached for her hair, releasing it from its constraint,
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letting it flow freely about her face. He buried his face in its
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glory, nuzzling her neck. He splayed kisses across her face,
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following the trail of spots down the delicate, graceful curve
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of her neck. His eager hands found the fastening at the back of
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her dress, and relieved her of that restraint as well. His hands
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helped it on its snakelike path down her back, over her hips,
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and onto the floor. He let out a shuddered breath as his hands
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explored every soft curve of her body.
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She shivered at his touch. His hands were caressing her neck and
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back, while hers ran down his chest, untying the knot of his robe
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and impatiently tugging it free of him. She trailed kisses over
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his slender neck, his shoulders, his chest, delighting in the
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taste of him.
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"Oh, Julian," she whispered breathlessly.
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Julian pulled her across him and rolled her onto her back. He
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smiled as he pushed her hair away from her face. He gazed
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wonderingly at her, amazed that she was there, in his arms at last.
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His hand travelled lazily down her side, across her midriff. It
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It lightly brushed the place where her symbiont had been removed
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by him. He glanced down at where his hand lay, remembering.
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She watched his expression change, and tears formed in her eyes.
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"Julian, it wasn't your fault. I was the one who insisted...Besides,
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you were the one who got it back for me. I never did thank you," she
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said, her lower lip trembling. She tenderly caressed his cheek
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and kissed him softly. "Thank you," she whispered.
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He gently cupped her chin, as if she was a piece of china that
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might break at the slightest touch. "Jadzia, if I had lost you,
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I don't know how I..." he broke off, tears glistening in his eyes.
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"Shh. You didn't lose me. I'm right here." Tears glistened in her
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own eyes. "I felt the same way just yesterday. Finding you in your
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quarters, just lying there, nothing physically wrong with you, yet
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you wouldn't wake up..." She grasped his head firmly in her hands.
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"Don't you ever scare me like that again," she whispered tenderly,
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her blue eyes shining.
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"Oh, Jadzia," he murmured, his arms encircled her, both of them holding
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on as if the other might disappear. He buried his face in her neck.
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He slowly became aware of her featherlike kisses on his shoulder.
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He pulled back to search her eyes. The look they held assured him
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that everything was going to be all right, and that he wouldn't get
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much sleep that night. He smiled, a slow, sly smile, and kissed
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the tip of her nose.
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She gazed into his deep brown eyes. _I could get lost in there_
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she thought, _and I don't think I'd mind_. She matched his smile
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and pulled him towards her, her mouth eagerly seeking his. Her
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leg hooked over his, pulling him even closer.
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Julian's hands began a slow, sensuous trail down her sides. They
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teased the skin along her waist, her hips, her thighs, outlining
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every curve. He nibbled at her ear, burning kisses down her
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neck, across her shoulders, down the valley between her breasts.
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Her hands held his head there, her head thrown back in exquisite
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delight.
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She felt a delicious tingle all the way down to her toes. Her
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skin felt like fire wherever he touched it. Her heart echoed in her
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ears, her excitement building as Julian continued his assault on
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her senses. _He may be young,_ she thought, _but he definitely
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knows what he's doing._
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A moan of need from Julian matched Jadzia's groan of pleasure. She
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clasped his head in a fierce embrace and drew his mouth hungrily
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to hers. With a low moan of delight, she drew her lips from
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his and sought the hollow at the base of his throat where his
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pulse raced.
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His breathing was becoming labored. She was driving him mad with
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her touch. Her hands seemed to be everywhere at once, caressing,
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fondling, teasing. His head started to swim. He started to forget
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where he was, who he was. His heart was hammering in his chest,
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threatening to break free.
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The throbbing deep within her threatened to tear her apart. "Now,
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Julian, take me now," she implored, her eyes half closed, her
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breathing ragged.
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He answered with a low groan, slipping inside her, causing her
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breath to catch in her throat. A thin film of sweat broke over
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his back. A tremor wracked his body, threatening his control. Her
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hands slipped down his back, urging him on. Their passion built,
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higher and higher, until it washed over them, giving them the
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release they both craved.
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They lay intertwined, not knowing where one ended and the other
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began. They caught their breaths, their hearts returning to a more
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normal pace. Julian held Jadzia close, smiling contentedly. His
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eyes held a look of amazement, which he could see reflected in
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Jadzia's. _God's, she's incredible_ he thought. He ran his hand
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lightly down her arm.
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She snuggled closer to him, a satisfied smile gracing her lips.
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He glanced down at her in his arms, his eyes twinkling. "You
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know, you could drive a man to drink," he said with an impish
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grin.
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She laughed softly, lightly slapping his chest. "You can't mean
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that."
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He gently turned her face to him. "You're all the intoxication
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I'll ever need," he said, his eyes burning with an intensity she
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had never seen before.
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She caressed his jaw, her eyes sparkling. "In that case, come
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here, my darling Doctor," pulling him down to kiss her.
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He happily obliged. _I hope Sisko doesn't mind two tired officers
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in the morning_ he thought. As Jadzia began rubbing her leg
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against his, and the way she was caressing him..._make that
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two *VERY* tired officers._
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THE END
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