The Truth Hurts   Rated PG-13 just for the hell of it
A brief scene by JA Chapman     

Disclaimer: Fuckit. If you don't know who these people are then what do
you care anyway. Judygran issued a challenge and I decided, "What the
hell! I never do these things so I'll give it a go." Enjoy--Jen



"Don't give me any of that 'bonding' crap!"

      Garak's eyeridge raised slightly with surprise, "Really, my dear
doctor--language please!"

     "I want to know exactly what you and Captain Sisko have been
discussing, and I want to know now!" Julian said stubbornly, his eyes
flashing with almost a Cardassian arrogance which made for quite an
impressive sight...especially as he was completely naked and lying on
Garak's rumpled sheets. So impressive, that the tailor paused in his
dressing to admire his companion's roguish appearance, marred only by
his voice which had become quite shrill over the course of a few
minutes.

     Sighing, Garak sat at the edge of the bed and pulled on a pair of
socks, "It's a....*private* matter and I'm sure you can fully appreciate
my position in not disclosing it to anyone," he gave an apologetic
smile, "Tailor-client privilige, that sort of thing."

     Julian's dark eyes narrowed as his tan complexion ruddied with
annoyance, "Bull-shit."

     Garak's own mouth down in distaste and he clucked with disapproval,
"Really Julian. You know, before we began this side of our relationship
you always treated me with courtesy," he pulled on his trousers in
annoyance, "I blame Chief O'Brien--your language has become atrocious."

     Julian jumped out of the bed and began to pace nakedly in front of
his companion with and agitated gait, "Tell me something--do I look
stupid to you?!? Have I suddenly sprouted a tatoo across my forehead
that spells out 'NIAVE' in kardasi!?!" 

     Garak almost smiled at the sight of the now thoroughly enraged
officer pacing his quarters, "No...however I do think you'd look rather
nice with a small tatoo--perhaps in the shape of a heart emblazoned with
the initials 'EG Forever'?"

     Julian paused to give the other man murderous glare, "Do I look
amused Garak?" he tilted his head in inquiry, "No? I thought not. Now do
me the courtesy of answering my question or I shall became rather PISSED
OFF!" he nearly shouted, "Civilized enough for you?"

     Garak shrugged on his tunic thoughtfully, "I'm sorry--what was the
question again?"

     Placing his hand on either side of the tailor he leaned in closely,
his features livid, "What-do-you-and-Sisko-dis-cuss?"

     "No need to be dramatic, my dear," Garak lisped ineffectually, "We
merely talk of inocuous things--the weather, baseball, fashion,
intrigue--that sort of thing." his voice dipped low and confidential,
"We even traded a few recipes. Did you know that he puts bay leaf in..."

     Julian gritted his teeth in frustration, "For once--just
ONCE--would you PLEASE tell the goddamn truth!"

     "You know, if you continue with this I'm going to be late..." Garak
chattered as he stood up.

     Julian blocked the door, "Talk."

     Garak rolled his eyes in exasperation, "Is it so incredible that
Captain Sisko and I could become friends?"

     "Yes." Bashir said leaning against the door frame.

     "Fine." Garak said with a clipped accent, "We've been sleeping
together for months--sometimes twice a week! Why I'm suprised that you
haven't noticed how well his uniform's been fitting him--along with
sexual favors I do his alterations for free!"

     Julian appeared none too impressed, "The truth."

     Garak scowled, "Fine. We're setting up a scenario which will bring
the Romulans into the war effort, alright?"

     "Thank you," Julian said stepping out of his way, "Now was that so
hard?"

     "You are no fun!" Garak grumbled on his way out the door. He paused
then turned, "And what makes you think that I was lying about having an
affair anyway? What? You don't think someone else could find me
attractive???"

     Julian leaned in close, almost kissing him and said softly, "I knew
you were lying the minute you mentioned the Captain's uniform."

    "Oh?" Garak prodded with an arrogant huff.

     "There's no way you'd ever consent to altering a 'vile starfleet
rag' for free." Julian gave him a quick kiss before heading for the
bath, "I wish you better luck with the Romulan senator--you seem to be
losing you touch." he spoke the the door as the sonics splashed in the
background, "Comes from hanging around humans for so long most likely!"

    "*THAT* was a despicable thing to say!" Garak sulked as he slammed
out of the room as Julian chuckled maddeningly through the door.

     
<g> The End