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[bmouse]

DS9 fic - "Equivalent Exchange"

tinsnip asked you:

ficwarrrrrrr~ So apparently to become a Cardassian citizen, one must have a molar extracted. Julian's not looking forward to it...

Aaaand at my usual lighting-fast rate of '2-weeks-later' your prompt is done!

Read on A03 or below.

At first he was a little annoyed at the length of the processing period, but now that the wait was almost over he can’t deny that it’s preying on his mind a little. The procedure just seems like so much ponderous formality. He’s already sworn the Principal Vow before his Healer's oaths and his certification brand and his official papers are so flawless that he's grudgingly accepted as a servant of the State even in the most remote provinces.

Now there's just this one thing left over and then he can legally marry the contrary bastard he lives with, the small matter of the tooth.

Jules had had a tooth out when he was six, he remembers that much. Mum had tried to explain the bit about the door closing and the string but in the end he had thrashed and tried to turn his head away when she slipped the floss loop over the molar. Afterwards he'd cried and hid under the tablecloth when she tried to show him the cleaned white thing that was part-of-him and not-part. The gap had been the worst - the absence of something he used to have just last week seemed monstrously unfair and he had worried it with his tongue until it bled again, down his chin and onto the collar of a new shirt.

Seven year old Julian had pulled and labeled his own teeth, reaching in for the loose ones with steady hands and a pair of Mother’s boiled-sterilized tweezers. Everything about the process just seemed so fascinating. When he brought them in and correctly identified two types of cavities the teacher gave him extra credit.

Forget the pain or anything - that was a ridiculous thing to be afraid of, he’s been /shot/, and all in all it was only a bit of bone. He’s given up worse for things he’s wanted. It’s just... adult teeth don’t grow back, even on people like him. He's not looking forward to the gap.

What he is looking forward to is his choice of location. They go to an old teaching hospital - the undisputed kingdom of one Olissa Zalar one of the first People to see any value in a drifting ex-Federation doctor and most importantly one of the few with actual authority. She had put him through several kinds of crash-course residency hell and by the end of it he had a medical exam story that put his old one to shame and a bureaucrat-proof right to practice medicine in the Union.

He could just imagine the incredulous town officials calling back asking ‘really, this, foreigner’s certificates are in order?’ and her blinking back at them in that placidly threatening way that he probably found comforting after years of Garak, with the implication ringingly clear that yes, she had certified the extra pair of hands which were currently doing good work in their clinics and was it really appropriate to bother a woman of her advanced rank and years with such a trivial matter.

True, her sense of romance had been slightly wounded when it turned out that the 'friend’ he was desperately trying to find wasn't some willowy lady of quality but a man known largely by his fearsome reputation, but Garak, like some insidiously charming tree root has found purchase even in this seemingly sheer cliff. Lately she had begun to enquire about his health during their calls. Now, after sweeping her eyes over Julian from head to toe and finding some improvement in his weight and carriage and his obviously handmade new shirt she favors Garak with a nod that is downright warm.

He is further surprised when after catching up in the lobby she follows them into the procedure room.

“Well, young man,” she says archly “in your honor they’ve overbooked the afternoon so don’t bother asking - all the other doctors are busy.” her eyes catch Garak’s for an instant “And we’re down to the backup supplies from the Federati.”

They think they’re being so clever. The standard anesthetic, calibrated rather understandably for non-Human physiology isn’t particularly harmful but it knocks him out like a rifle butt to the back of the head, with a migrane to match when he wakes up. Of course the Federation one is kinder. Here’s something nobody will believe; he’s been gawked at by Cardassians, insulted by them and occasionally even threatened with violence and then there are times when every blessed one of them in his vicinity conspires to try and take care of him.

With such formidable foes there’s nothing to be done and he graciously mumbles something about “of course, the shortages” and tries not to smile too obviously. A kind of calm slips into him even before the little sting of the hypo, it’s just a little thing a bit of pain and a little bit of bone gone and also something so significant that that his mentor’s eyes are full of restrained pride, that Garak’s expression as he watches him sit in the patient’s chair is almost reverent. It’s a thing with layers of weight and significance in a land where two suns can throw six shadows on every little stone it’s all going to be just fine.

He never quite blacks out exactly but when he comes to a more habitual level of consciousness he’s on the cushioned floor of the waiting room with a blanket pulled over him and his head resting in Garak's lap. There doesn't seem to be any pain. Garak’s hand carefully fits itself under his jaw on the other side, tilts his head up, the other one produces a little curved hand mirror out of somewhere he can’t keep track of and under the familiar gentle pressure of a thumb at the hinge of his mandible his mouth falls open.

And he’s trying to be good, he’s trying but his tongue has just remembered how to move again and it’s tracing along his lateral incisor, to the canine and back to find...

He makes a small sound of surprise.

"Yes, it looks very well. I must say, it’s a good thing you're doing this now - a hundred years ago the replacement would have been stone."

He reaches up and takes the mirror.

It’s a good likeness. Of course she must have scanned the original tooth after extraction, though it seems a little bit sharper than before. Cardassia will do that to a tooth.

Carved into the side is his identification number and "Chu'ri'en Bashir, <<next of kin symbol>> Elim Garak" Which, well. He’s quite all-right with that, actually. His fiance’s family is dead, this may be the closest he’ll get to an official blessing.

As he slowly sits up Garak’s arm closes around his shoulders, over the blanket. Much to Julian’s amusement he seems to be radiating a kind of possessive satisfaction. He wants to quip that it’s technically Cardassia that’s getting him today. Though Garak, being a fraction of Cardassia (one of hundreds of millions, but he really should get weighted higher given how much he loves her), is then entitled to an equal fraction of him (what is a suitably romantic 1/10000000th of a Julian? a cell from his great cardiac vein?). His usual math is useless here and he’s too floaty to say all this as prettily as he’d like so he finds Garak’s other hand and gives it a fond squeeze, lets his head drop to rest against his shoulder.

The new tooth feels pleasantly cold and smooth as he runs his tongue over it. His Citizenship application is complete. His colleagues will toast him tomorrow and tonight his husband-to-be will curl and coil around him in their shared bed and perhaps in the morning he could tell him if there is a difference between the old and the new.

- fin -

* the Great Cardiac Vein - begins at the apex of the heart and ascends along the anterior longitudinal sulcus to the base of the ventricles.

[littleweifeng]

Fic War: From the Black to Nothing

((Oh. It. Is. ON. B) ))

((To explain this one: THIS IS AU. AU IN THE FACT THAT UPON HER CHOICE TO LOVE, IT WOULD HAVE BEEN HEISE INSTEAD OF TAIYOU.))

( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U6sEd20ec_w )

It was a rather pleasant day for the child of the Prodigy, her green eyes looking up to the flickering leaves, yet her eyes didn't hold their normal cheer. People had worried, even You, who would come often and be at her side. 

Yet... No one could snap her out of it, even with Dollie in her arms.

Cao Pi said it was inevitable, he had swallowed his grief yet the loss was terrible. Not many knew what had transpired, only the brunette had that answer, yet she was reduced to silence.

                                                                A silence in stagnancy.

Her dearest friend had returned once again, seating next to her as Taiyou asked, "... Do you think... You can speak now Weifeng?"

                                                                   She shook her head.

"I thought so... But, I want to help you Weifeng. Everyone is worried."

                                                        Her eyes slowly closed, regret there.

"You do know what today is, right?"

                                                How could she forget? She was there.

                                 Her final day... With him... Her last day before.....

                                                                                                Before...

She rose from her spot under the warm tree, bowing her head softly to her cherished friend and kneeled down to give him a kiss on his cheek. They were the same person, but they were starkly different... Black and White. Night and Day...

                                         Now there was no shadows left in her vision.

Her door closed softly, not allowing anyone into her dark room... It has been like this ever since her loss. No one understood why she never lit the candles, nor anything else for that matter. She rarely went to the light, her soft eyes already used to the shadows to see the work that her hands toiled for one year.

A single doll.

"..." her hand lifted it up and pressed it near her heart, a tear came down her soft cheeks. Cheeks he would cup before planting one kiss right on her forehead. Warm hands like sunlight, yet be harsher than the middle of winter... Her shadowy guardian.

                                                                            He was no more... 

                                             And she did her part... As she sat there...

                                                                    Holding his aging hand...

                                                   His black locks turned ashen grey...

                                                                    His lively eyes, dimming....

                                                                                  "我愛你......永遠"

                                                                      I love you...... Forever....

".... Heise..... Come back.... Please....I..... I miss you........... My Black."

[badwolfthroughtimeandspace]

Fic War: Rose and the Doctor

Fic War Prompt: Ten/Rose, angst. Plot Summary: Ten risks everything to be with Rose when he discovers that she’s pregnant, only to have his world crushed when both Rose and his unborn son both die during labour. extra: he can’t use the tardis to travel back.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven: The Choice

Rose

After the doctor's appointment, Rose went to her room and sat on her bed. She stared at her phone-she had promised the Doctor she'd call as soon as she was done. Our baby has two hearts, two. Well. It could be twins. Rose snorted to herself-twins, yeah. Right. Their baby had two heart beats. Her hands rested over her still relatively flat stomach. 

What worried her most is that she didn't want this to be the Doctor's deciding factor. He had to come to the decision himself without the persuasion of something of this magnitude. 

Rose fell over and put her face into the pillow and groaned. The phone began to ring. She blindly searched for her phone and looked at the screen: Doctor. Rose debated whether or not to ignore it… With a sigh she answered the phone, "Doctor?"

"Rose." His voice was strong and determined-he had made a choice.

Rose braced herself for whatever his decision was, "Yeah?"

"I'm coming to get you."

Doctor

The Doctor had thought it through, played it out, and went over the different scenarios in his head. He talked to the TARDIS about it because-well he would lose her and she'd be destroyed. 

It came down to this question : Would Rose Tyler and their child be worth it?

No. Because she would eventually die, their child (or children-more could always be an option) would eventually die as well. He would simply regenerate. Being alone in that world with no way of following what he was born to do: exploring universes and saving planets. 

But he couldn't let Rose raise their child on her own. And  he had a shot at a life with Rose Tyler. He could be a dad again.

He grabbed the mobile and called her. He needed to tell her before he changed his mind.

"I'm coming to get you."

"You sure?"

"More than anything."

Well I guess I should tell you then…" He could hear the smile in Rose's voice.

"Tell me what?" The Doctor was curious and a bit scared.

"Well, today I had the baby checked out-as you know."

"Yeah…"

"And she told me we are going to have twins bu-"

"That's fantastic!"

"Let me finish please.. But she couldn't see the second baby. Doctor, I think our child has two hearts."

The Doctor's jaw dropped and he stayed in his spot.

"Doctor? Are you there? Doctor? Please, say something." At her panicked voice he snapped out of it.

"How soon can you meet me at Bad Wolf Bay?"

"In two days."

"I'll meet you there. Call me when you're there."

[badwolfthroughtimeandspace]

Fic War: Rose and the Doctor

Fic War Prompt: Ten/Rose, angst. Plot Summary: Ten risks everything to be with Rose when he discovers that she’s pregnant, only to have his world crushed when both Rose and his unborn son both die during labour. extra: he can’t use the tardis to travel back.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five: Blushing 

Doctor

Something began to nag the Doctor's mind as he continued to sonic and tinker-trying to figure out how to to get across the universe without breaking it too badly. Time. Time was on his mind-there was something about-Rose! Five hours and he was to call after five hours. His hands tugged at his hair and went back to the top of the TARDIS and dialed her number. 

"Doctor!" The smile in her voice was unmistakeable. 

"Rose, love, how was work?"

"Long and tedious. Some alien decided to harbor underneath the bridge without checking in with Torchwood. We talked it out and got him to go home… And when I say 'talked it out' it got rough." Rose's nonchalantness of the whole situation-the fact that it got rough-caused the Doctor to make a disagreeable noise.

"Rose, I don't think that you should be going to missions like that." His hand went through his hair once more.

"Doctor-please, I was a safe distance away-I did the talking love. Don't worry." She kept her voice soothing.

"You should not tell me to 'not worry' about you. Rose, I will worry about you until the very end of the whole entire universe-even then."

"Okay Doctor." Rose sighed and he sighed with her.

Their conversation between many topics-Torchwood missions, universe savings, the tinkering the Doctor did, and Rose living a 'normal' life. It soon drifted to memories between them and their love.

The Doctor's voice dropped to a husky whisper, "So Rose, this brings us to what happened in our bedroom."

Rose giggled shyly, "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Rose

"Rose, what're you wearing?" The Doctor's voice was still husky and Rose blushed lightly. 

"Doctor!" Rose dramatically gasped.

"Come on, it's just a simple question." The Doctor still needled and Rose rolled her eyes.

"A nightie."

"What type?"

"Doctor!"

"Humor me. Please?"

"A lingerie type one-not like the ones I had in the TARDIS-this is much more acceptable for sleeping." Rose giggled again and the Doctor was quiet. 

"What does it look like?" His voice was inquisitive. 

Rose sighed, "It's short, it-"

"How short?"

"Upper thigh. And will you please let me finish?!" She took his silence that he understood. "It's blue, straps, silk, some support on the upper end."

"What underwear?"

"Doctor! Please, behave!"

"Rose!" The Doctor groaned.

"None."

"None?"

"None." He  groaned again-but this time in want. 

"Rose, what I'd give to have you here with me."

Rose bit the inside of her cheek contemplating whether or not to say what was on her mind. There would be no harm in… asking. Right? "What would you do to me if I was there with you?" Her voice turned much huskier as she spoke. 

"Well, I'd snog your face off-that's for sure. Then carry you to bed. I would trail kisses down your neck, down your body down your leg and back up it to only stop at-"

"Doctor!" Rose interrupted breathlessly. 

"What?" His voice was innocent enough. 

"We can save phone sex until a bit later. I just want you to talk to me until I fall asleep. Do you mind?"

"Not at all Rose, why would I?"

"Thanks Doctor. I love you."

"And I love you. Now hush let me get talking to put you and our little macaroon to sleep." Rose smiled at his nickname for their baby. 

She listened to him talk until she nodded off and only woke up slightly to him saying 'I love you' and whispering good night. Rose snuggled into the covers and fell into a deeper sleep.

Doctor

The problem with his mind was that he could picture perfectly what Rose was wearing and what it looked like on her. He could picture the way she would look at him, the screams that would leave her mouth, his name being moaned. The thoughts aroused him-his thoughts went further and he groaned. His fantasy played out before him and hit his head against the wall a couple of times. 

The Doctor ran to the shower and set it to cold. He didn't want to relieve himself-that was reserved for Rose-and now with the possibility to get her-he wanted to wait. But could he? 

The shower cooled him down significantly-yes. Yes he could wait for her. And he would. 

[battleatthegarbagedump]

I guess I'll just keep working on the fic I was prompted for the ficwar