Rishi Baba


Bashir woke to find Garak holding him, murmuring for him to wake up, it was only a dream. "Dear god, Elim, a nightmare," he shuddered, clutching at his Cardassian lover and related the events of his dream.

"There, there, my dear," Garak soothed, stroking Bashir's neck with both hands. "Only a dream, no harm in dreams," he crooned, tightening his grip and strangling the life out of him.

A shame, Garak thought, he would miss him. But Bashir might tell his dream to someone and put the station on its guard. Even for something as silly as a dream, Terrans and Bajorans were absurdly superstitious, it would not do to have anyone paying to much attention in the direction of Cardassian space. Garak had worked too hard and too long for this to have it ruined: the reoccupation of Terok Nor and Bajor must go ahead today without impediment.

Garak looked down at Bashir's corpse in his hands. Yes, a shame to lose such a pleasant creature. He would be hard pressed to find another like him; perhaps he would find a better one. Rising from Bashir's bed, Garak dressed and went into the most important day, the last day, of his exile.

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