DS9 - Cheesy Tropes continue!
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seikilosTitle: 30-Day Cheesy Tropes Challenge - 10. Deserted Island
Fandom: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
Genre: Pre-slash/Romance
Rating & Warnings: G
Words: This part 493, ?? overall
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek: Deep Space Nine.
Summary: When Garak and Julian get stranded on a remote Bajoran island, it isn't quite as much of a disaster as matters first appeared.
Author's Notes: Ever so slightly AU, so that these two can go on a trip without worrying about assassination attempts. Assume that Garak's exile included Bajor as well as Deep Space Nine. :D;;
Julian had to admit, he'd been rather concerned. Earlier that day, he and Garak had taken a boat out to an isolated island off the coast of the mainland to have a bit of a vacation together. It had been an enjoyable and restful day for both of them, right up to the point when their boat had utterly refused to start back up once it was time to leave. And while the place had been every bit as beautiful as they'd been promised, it was also not well marked on any map. It had been looking as though he and Garak were in for a long, uncomfortable wait together.
But then Garak had done something fiddly with Julian's combadge to triple its signal range, easily putting them in touch with a coast guard station on the mainland. The officer on duty had promised to have a ship to them within a couple of hours, and that had been that.
While they were waiting, Garak had hunted down a palukoo and, after a bit of thinking back to the book he'd been reading about the native fauna of Bajor, Julian had been able to locate a few herbs for their meal. He'd also picked up some kindling, Garak had dressed the meat and started the fire, and by the time supper was ready, their unfortunate incident had turned into a pleasant adventure.
"I should make a point of travelling with you more often, Garak," he said after swallowing a mouthful of his surprisingly delicious portion. "You certainly are a man of many talents."
"Really, Doctor, you flatter me," Garak replied, self-effacing as always. "I only made use of a few tricks I picked up here and there."
"Yes, during your days as a spy."
"Now, now, that's unfair of you. Simply because I've made electronics a hobby—"
"And you were able to take down that palukoo in no time flat," Julian put in.
"—is no reason to call me a spy," he went on as if he hadn't been interrupted. "Why, if we're using that kind of logic, I should be calling you a witch. After all, you found those delectable herbs very quickly indeed."
Julian grinned at him across the fire and let the subject drop. "In all seriousness, though, we really should do this more often. This is the best day I've had for ages."
"Mm, perhaps. But I'd prefer not to assume that our next boat will make it to shore before breaking down, as this one did." He gave Julian a look from beneath his brow ridges. "It's been quite a while since I last went swimming. I should hate to discover I've gotten rusty."
"Ah. Good point, yes," he conceded.
All the same, he thought as they finished supper together, it had been a delightful day. And if there were anyone better to go on an adventure with than Garak, he certainly couldn't imagine who it might be.
Fandom: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
Genre: Pre-slash/Romance
Rating & Warnings: G
Words: This part 493, ?? overall
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek: Deep Space Nine.
Summary: When Garak and Julian get stranded on a remote Bajoran island, it isn't quite as much of a disaster as matters first appeared.
Author's Notes: Ever so slightly AU, so that these two can go on a trip without worrying about assassination attempts. Assume that Garak's exile included Bajor as well as Deep Space Nine. :D;;
Julian had to admit, he'd been rather concerned. Earlier that day, he and Garak had taken a boat out to an isolated island off the coast of the mainland to have a bit of a vacation together. It had been an enjoyable and restful day for both of them, right up to the point when their boat had utterly refused to start back up once it was time to leave. And while the place had been every bit as beautiful as they'd been promised, it was also not well marked on any map. It had been looking as though he and Garak were in for a long, uncomfortable wait together.
But then Garak had done something fiddly with Julian's combadge to triple its signal range, easily putting them in touch with a coast guard station on the mainland. The officer on duty had promised to have a ship to them within a couple of hours, and that had been that.
While they were waiting, Garak had hunted down a palukoo and, after a bit of thinking back to the book he'd been reading about the native fauna of Bajor, Julian had been able to locate a few herbs for their meal. He'd also picked up some kindling, Garak had dressed the meat and started the fire, and by the time supper was ready, their unfortunate incident had turned into a pleasant adventure.
"I should make a point of travelling with you more often, Garak," he said after swallowing a mouthful of his surprisingly delicious portion. "You certainly are a man of many talents."
"Really, Doctor, you flatter me," Garak replied, self-effacing as always. "I only made use of a few tricks I picked up here and there."
"Yes, during your days as a spy."
"Now, now, that's unfair of you. Simply because I've made electronics a hobby—"
"And you were able to take down that palukoo in no time flat," Julian put in.
"—is no reason to call me a spy," he went on as if he hadn't been interrupted. "Why, if we're using that kind of logic, I should be calling you a witch. After all, you found those delectable herbs very quickly indeed."
Julian grinned at him across the fire and let the subject drop. "In all seriousness, though, we really should do this more often. This is the best day I've had for ages."
"Mm, perhaps. But I'd prefer not to assume that our next boat will make it to shore before breaking down, as this one did." He gave Julian a look from beneath his brow ridges. "It's been quite a while since I last went swimming. I should hate to discover I've gotten rusty."
"Ah. Good point, yes," he conceded.
All the same, he thought as they finished supper together, it had been a delightful day. And if there were anyone better to go on an adventure with than Garak, he certainly couldn't imagine who it might be.
