At 2100Title:   At 2100 
Author:  Kathryn Ramage 
Series:  DS9 
Codes:   G/B 
Rating:  NC17 
Summary: A scene we didn't see in "Past Prologue." 
Paramount owns Star Trek, DS9, and the characters.  This story was written 
purely for entertainment purposes.  Some of the dialogue is taken from the 
episode "Past Prologue," written by Katharyn Powers. 
Copyright August 1998 
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Garak had told Bashir to be at his shop at 2055 precisely.  The young doctor had 
been two minutes late, and therefore shoved unceremoniously into a changing room 
with the first suit at hand before the Duras sisters arrived--but he had managed 
to hear everything Garak meant him to. 
"What's bilitrium?" the doctor asked after the sisters had departed and he 
emerged from his hiding place. 
"A rare, crystalline element that can be an incredibly powerful source of 
energy--provided, of course, one has an antimatter converter."  They moved 
toward the shop entrance.  "That's why Cardassians were chasing Tahna Los when 
he arrived here.  He stole one." 
Bashir stopped just inside the door and regarded him with an alarmed expression. 
 "But if he's got both..." 
"Quite right, Doctor.  He has the ingredients for a bomb--a bomb of significant 
destructive capabilities." 
"I've got to tell Commander Sisko." 
"Oh, I agree," said Garak.  His business had been completed; now, for the first 
time, he had this engaging young human alone and, bomb or not, he meant to take 
advantage of the present situation.  "Expediency is required--but your commander 
is just across the Promenade at Quark's and the information can be conveyed to 
him a matter of seconds.  The Klingon women will not be at the rendezvous point 
until 2500, and it is barely 2100 now.  There is plenty of time.  Surely a 
moment's delay won't make a difference?  I have another matter to discuss with 
you."  His fingers fell lightly on the doctor's chest. 
Bashir squirmed impatiently under his touch, but did not try to escape.  "Garak, 
I really ought to go.  This is important." 
"So is this--and it will only take a few minutes."  He took the doctor firmly by 
the elbow and escorted him into the back room. 
Once they were out of sight of the Promenade, Bashir turned and began to ask, 
"Garak, what-?" 
Dispensing with all preliminaries, Garak seized him about the waist, crushed the 
slender body to his own more solid frame, and kissed him, hard.  Bashir squeaked 
in surprise and fluttered briefly against his chest before he yielded to the 
embrace.  His kiss in response was more than encouraging--until he tore his 
mouth away to gasp: 
"Garak, this isn't the time for this." 
"On the contrary, my dear doctor.  We may never have a better chance." 
He lifted Julian up onto his work table.  It had been in the shop when he'd 
first come here; he'd never made use of it before. These Starfleet uniforms were 
new and unfamiliar but, after a brief search, Garak found the fastener panel 
down the front of the black jumpsuit.  He hooked his fingers into the collar and 
pulled down to open it to the waist.  Another kiss. Bashir let his arms drop 
from around Garak's neck as Garak grabbed handfuls of the bright blue cloth at 
his shoulders and pulled down again, bringing the jumpsuit to the doctor's 
ankles with a single, swift motion and taking his briefs along.  He fought with 
the boots, then threw the whole mass of tangled clothing to the floor. 
He did not bother with the lavender-grey undershirt, nor did he plan to remove 
his own clothes.  Later on, they would have the time for full nudity, leisurely 
exploration, and the intense kind of lovemaking that would win him this pretty, 
young creature, heart and mind.  Right now, he only meant to stake his claim. 
Julian watched as he loosened his trousers and lowered them enough to free his 
erection, already slick with arousal.  The young man looked a little frightened, 
his dark eyes wide, his breath coming in erratic bursts--but, if human anatomy 
were at all similar to Cardassian, he was obviously excited as well. 
When he caught the direction of Garak's gaze, Bashir quickly averted his own 
eyes.  He drew up his knees and tugged modestly at the bottom of his undershirt, 
which just covered his navel. 
"Garak, this is insane!" he protested.  "We barely know each other. I only met 
you yesterday." 
"That was more than enough time for me."  A lie.  He had introduced himself 
yesterday, but he'd watched the Federation doctor closely for days before he'd  
approached.  One hand stole up beneath Bashir's undershirt to explore the 
tender, surprisingly warm human skin; his wrist brushed the tip of the Bashir's 
penis, and doctor drew in a deep, shuddering breath.  "I knew the first time I 
saw you that you were going to be mine.  I promised myself I would have you at 
the earliest opportunity."  Now that was true.  "You must have sensed it 
too--the power of that immediate attraction between us?" 
"Ah- um-  Yes, but I don't normally do things like this. I've never-"  A second 
furtive glance downward.  "I don't know if I can..." 
Garak placed one finger over the doctor's lips to silence this babble.  "Yes or 
no?" he asked. 
There was a small flicker of uncertainty as Bashir looked into his eyes, then a 
smile.  "Yes." 
That was all he needed to hear.  Another quick kiss, then Garak dropped both 
hands to the doctor's bare knees, spread his legs and pulled him to the edge of 
the table. 
"Garak, please..." Bashir tried to hold on to him, grabbed at his hips, then 
plucked at the front of his vest, then his shirt sleeves, but the angle between 
their bodies made it impossible and he had to lie back to be taken. 
"Carefully..." He was still whispering. "Please, carefully... Oh, my god!" 
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Commander Sisko was finishing his dinner on the upper level in Quark's Place, 
when Dr. Bashir came in and walked straight to his table. 
"Sir, I have some important information for you--it's about Tahna Los..." 
He reported everything: the theft of the antimatter converter, the cylinder of 
bilitrium, the rendezvous on the dark side of Bajor VIII's second moon, where 
the Duras sisters planned to hand Tahna over to the Cardassians. 
"They'll be there at 2500 to make the exchange," Sisko mused once Bashir had 
finished.  "We have less than four hours.  We'll have to move fast to 
intercept...  Doctor, are you all right?"  Bashir looked a little flushed and 
none too steady on his feet. 
"I'm fine, sir.  I'm- uh- going to go to my quarters now and have a hot shower, 
perhaps some tea, but I'll be right up in Ops.  It's been an- er- unusual day 
for me." 
"You're not getting in over your head in these spy games with Garak?" the 
commander teased him. 
The doctor laughed.  "I'm afraid I already have, sir.  Much sooner than I 
expected." 
As he went down the spiral stairs to the lower level of the bar, he passed near 
Quark, who was on his way up.  The Ferengi stopped short and stared after Bashir 
with a puzzled expression. 
"Something wrong?" Sisko asked. 
"Commander Sisko," Quark still looked puzzled, "I don't know how much you know 
about Cardassians but, believe me, after you've been around them for awhile, you 
get to learn a few things.  More than you really want to know.  Ferengi noses 
are very sensitive and, well, there's a certain odor Cardassians emit when 
they've just had sex.  It's quite distinctive.  Cinnamony.  I could always tell 
when one of them had just enjoyed the pleasures of a holosuite." 
"And-?" 
"Well, your doctor has that smell all over him.  Didn't you notice it?" 
Now that Quark mentioned it, Sisko thought he *had* noticed a strange, cinnamony 
scent in the air while talking to Bashir--he'd assumed it had been the spices on 
someone else's dinner--but it seemed to have dissipated after the doctor's exit. 
 He remembered the way Bashir had laughed when he'd mentioned Garak...  No.  
That was absurd.  What Quark was insinuating was preposterous. 
"Dr. Bashir was just in Garak's shop," Sisko said stiffly, by way of a more 
plausible explanation.  "He might have innocently picked up any kind of 
Cardassian scent there." 
Quark, seeing that the Federation commander would hear no more, shut his mouth.  
As he turned to go, he muttered to himself, "In Garak's shop.  I'll bet Garak's 
been in something of that doctor's as well."  But it would be quite some time 
before *that* secret was common knowledge on DS9. 
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Kathryn Ramage                           kramage@erols.com 
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"It's about Garak...I'm afraid this relationship has gotten 
a little out of hand." 
                                - Dr. Bashir, Past Prologue