DS9 - More cheesy tropes
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seikilosTitle: 30-Day Cheesy Tropes Challenge - 13. Handcuffed Together
Fandom: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
Genre: Pre-slash
Rating & Warnings: G
Words: This part 192, ?? overall
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek: Deep Space Nine.
Summary: Julian thinks things are looking rather grim when he and Garak are captured by the Romulans. As it turns out, they aren't.
Author's Notes: This trope was made for these two and I was very amused when I got to it. (I also tried to keep this one short in reaction to the previous chapter. It worked for today's fic, then stopped working after that for the most part.)
"Our leader will come to you shortly. In the meantime, I hope you will take the time to meditate on your crimes." The Romulan man strode from the cell; behind him, the force field flickered into operation.
Julian sat back against the wall and let out a sigh. "Now what? Without my combadge, we can't—Garak, what are you doing?"
He had just enough time to look down at where Garak had been one-handedly fiddling with their joint set of handcuffs before Garak went "Ah!", the handcuffs went "Beep!", and abruptly they were free of their restraints.
"There." Garak sounded very pleased with himself. "Now, about that force field."
Julian couldn't have stopped his grin even if he'd wanted to. "Garak. . . ."
"As it turns out, Doctor, the Romulans use the same technology in their restraints as is in my sewing machine." Garak, having found a way to pry away a section of the wall, started playing with something inside. "It's remarkably convenient."
"Oh, now you're not even trying."
The field vanished. Garak smiled. "I'm sure I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about. Shall we be on our way?"
Fandom: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
Genre: Pre-slash
Rating & Warnings: G
Words: This part 192, ?? overall
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek: Deep Space Nine.
Summary: Julian thinks things are looking rather grim when he and Garak are captured by the Romulans. As it turns out, they aren't.
Author's Notes: This trope was made for these two and I was very amused when I got to it. (I also tried to keep this one short in reaction to the previous chapter. It worked for today's fic, then stopped working after that for the most part.)
"Our leader will come to you shortly. In the meantime, I hope you will take the time to meditate on your crimes." The Romulan man strode from the cell; behind him, the force field flickered into operation.
Julian sat back against the wall and let out a sigh. "Now what? Without my combadge, we can't—Garak, what are you doing?"
He had just enough time to look down at where Garak had been one-handedly fiddling with their joint set of handcuffs before Garak went "Ah!", the handcuffs went "Beep!", and abruptly they were free of their restraints.
"There." Garak sounded very pleased with himself. "Now, about that force field."
Julian couldn't have stopped his grin even if he'd wanted to. "Garak. . . ."
"As it turns out, Doctor, the Romulans use the same technology in their restraints as is in my sewing machine." Garak, having found a way to pry away a section of the wall, started playing with something inside. "It's remarkably convenient."
"Oh, now you're not even trying."
The field vanished. Garak smiled. "I'm sure I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about. Shall we be on our way?"
