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Escaping from Interment Camp 371 back to the Alpha Quadrant, Garak and Doctor Julian Bashir find themselves temporarily stranded on Brax, waiting for repairs. Their hosts are friendly, even if the universal translator struggles with their language, and it seems only polite to participate in a charming local festival. *** "Well," Garak said brightly, keeping his smile on his face, even though Bashir couldn't see it, thinking of the jar Bashir had dipped his finger into. "This is awkward." "I should've been more careful," said Bashir. "Oh, well, it's not too bad. It's not as if this isn't something that happens all the time. We had a seminar on it first year of Academy. You've accidentally married someone in an alien ceremony, what next? It's not like we intend to stay here." Bashir flopped back on the bed, damp tunic and all, and looked up at him. "I feel less worried about getting back in time than I should. I don't know if I'm just too tired, or it's something about this place. Oh, well. Let's discuss it in the morning." He pulled his long bare legs up and shuffled around into a more comfortable position, facing away from Garak. "Go to sleep."

Fics like It's not the pebble, it's the Cardassian

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