#keiko o'brien's legs

[trek-tracks]

Serve With Starfleet

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[enigmatist17]

Based after Dr. Bashir, I Presume?

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"Why are you here?"

"Am I not allowed to come visit a friend?"

"I'm busy."

"So you say." There's a moment of silence before an exasperated sigh.

"You're not going to leave, are you?"

"Nope, I'm not lettin' you hide away for the rest of your time here Julian, so quit this "busy" work of yours and come home."

There's a surprised noise, and for the first time since he'd hidden away in his medbay, Julian pokes his head out from his lab. Miles feels an ache at the stubble that the doctor's allowed to grow out, and he clearly has been running on caffeine and what was most likely the bare minimum requirement for food.

"I am busy Miles, please?" Julian knows his plea won't work when Miles crosses his arms, eyebrow raised.

"Busy avoidin' me more like it. Now come on, or I'm going to tell Molly that Uncle Julian is really sad. You don't want to make Molly sad, do you?"

Well that's not fair.

"You play dirty." Julian finally sighed, stepping out of his lab.

"Computer, lock Dr. Bashir's lab and deny him authorization until I say so." The flash of anger that crosses the doctors face only makes the engineer roll his eyes as the computer beeps.

"Acknowledged."

"You are so going to pay for this with your sudden evaluation." Bashir growled as Miles slung his arm around the doctors waist to lead him outside.

"Mhm, we'll see how you feel after some sleep and that soup Garak has been cookin' for the last two hours. Smells good whatever it is, says it's for special occasion." As expected, the grumpy look on Julian's face lessened at hearing the Cardassian's name.

"That...does sound nice." The longer they walked the heavier Julian's legs felt, and by the time he finally saw the door to the O'Briens' quarters, the doctor was positively exhausted as the doors slid open.

"Uncle Julian!"

"Molly!" Julian had enough time to kneel down before a little blur of a child ran into his waiting arms. "You've gotten stronger since I last saw you."

"You've been away for a long time, of course I did!" Molly puffed out her chest proudly, and Julian chuckled as she let him go. "Are you staying tonight? You haven't come for dinner with Garak like you always do."

"I've just been very busy dear, but I promise I'm here tonight." This pleases Molly, and after "helping" the tired doctor to the couch, runs off to go and aid Garak in the kitchen, dragging her father with her.

"If you've got the strength, the shower is all yours." Keiko hummed when she came to check in, one of Julian's overnight bags in her hands. "You need one."

"Are you calling me dirty?" Julian smirked, but his usual tone is flat. "In a minute, the couch is quite comfortable."

"I'll let you doze, Garak says he should be ready in an hour." Keiko set the bag nearby, and leaned down to kiss the top of Julian's head. "Glad you decided to come out of your lab, it's been a bit sad without you and your charm."

"It...that wasn't my intention." There's a flash of guilt, but it fades when she gently runs a hand through his hair. "Having my parents here was...I struggle immensely with the impact they always leave behind."

"You don't have to explain, not unless you're ready to." Kieko sat beside the other, and Julian leaned against her with a slight hum. She was always pleasant to be around, and the man is just on the cusp of sleep when Molly runs over and clambers on the couch what felt like moments later.

"Can we eat on the couch tonight? Uncle Julian looks so sleepy." Molly smiled, and there's a chuckle as Miles joins them, pulling the coffee table over and placing a heat mat down as Garak exits the kitchen with a large pot.

"Why of course my dear, the couch is a great place to dine on." The Cardassian sets the food down as Julian wiggles himself upright, looking pleased to see Garak. "Molly my dear, why don't you go fetch the bowls we left for you to carry? You've been so helpful today."

"Okay Uncle Garak!" The six year old slid down before running off to the kitchen, and the Cardassian chuckled before sitting on the other side of Julian.

"I see someone has finally come to his senses, willing or otherwise."

"I can't go back to my lab." Julian grumbled, pulling on a smile when Molly returned with several bowls. By the time he's finished his first serving, Julian has all but melded against Garak's side, idly watching Molly tell him about his day as the first proper meal in two weeks made him feel nice and content. He blinks at one point, and when his eyes open Molly and Miles are gone, and Keiko is quietly laughing about something Garak had said.

"Awake are we?" Julian just mumbled in response, his body feeling like lead as he forces himself to sit up with a stretch. "You think you can bathe?"

"Nope." Julian struggles to start unclasping his uniform, and with some help of the two behind him, is soon in his undershirt and boxers, relaxing back where he had been with a satisfied noise.

"We do have a bed you know." Keiko chuckled, but only moved to snag him a pillow.

"I believe we are his bed my dear." Garak chuckled, Julian already fast asleep in his arms by the time Miles returned from putting Molly to bed.

"You think he'll stay in the morning?" Keiko asked, sitting against her husband as the three watch the doctor sleep.

"Of course my dear, he may not wish to speak about it right now, but I think he's gotten the message." Garak hummed. "Now, why don't we watch that movie you spoke of the other night, would be a lovely way to pass the time hm?"

"Sounds good to me."

[uglysockperson]

Posing for family photos (miles has the camera)

[linscoresby]

DS9 AU where nothing is different except

the background characters slowly start to disappear around season three. The change is so gradual you barely even notice, but by season six Quark's is completely barren. "Where has everyone gone?" you ask. Garak insists he does not know, but inquires as to whether you'd like to join him for a wine tasting later that evening.

>I join Garak for wine tasting

You arrive outside Garak's quarters at an extremely prompt 19:00. He lets you in, and you follow him down the hairy stairs. The hair crunches below your feet with each step as you descend lower and lower. After a seeming eternity of steps, you finally reach a brick basement. You cannot help wondering why there are brick walls on a space station.

"Would you carry that cask upstairs for me?" Garak asks. "I would do it myself, but I've had a little... back pain recently."

"Of course," you reply.

He points to a dusty cask, tucked in the far corner. The shadow falls against it in such a way that you hadn't noticed it when you walked in. It is large, and you doubt your ability to carry it. Something compels you to walk toward it anyway.

With great effort, you heave the cask up onto your shoulder. The wine sloshes around inside with promises of an evening to come. But as you turn around, you slam into an invisible wall. You look up to see Garak on the stairs, holding some kind of remote.

"I'm sorry it has to be this way," he says. You press your face against the wall - you realise you are trapped in a force field. The cask rolls out of your grip and tumbles to the floor, forgotten. You cannot hear the wine anymore.

Behind you, the corner only grows darker. You begin to feel there is more to this room than there seems. Do you lay down to rot, or do you journey onward?

>I journey onward

You press against the darkness, and feel it press back. Or at least, you think it is the darkness, but it just as easily could be a door. You find yourself falling even further down until someone catches you in their arms. You'd recognise those arms anywhere - Morn's grim face looks down at you, and you can feel that he is about to ask a million questions. Quickly, you extract yourself from his arms, only to find yourself faced with a crowd of thousands.

"How are Molly and Keiko?" O'Brien calls out from across the crowd. You have no answer. You had not even realised O'Brien was gone.

You pass by the worried faces of Bajoran children and their mothers, you see Federation officers desperately trying to use their combadges - "Come in Captain Sisko -- Major Ki-- Jadzi-- someone, anyone!" - and as you brush past all these gaunt bodies, you realise some of these people have been here for months. One child reaches out and grabs your leg.

"Food?" they ask, in a plaintive tone.

There is nothing you can do except shake your head no, and your heart shatters into a thousand pieces. The crowd seems to be impossibly large, and time seems to be impossibly long. You cannot make out any walls or a ceiling, but you cannot shake the feeling that if you were to look down, you wouldn't be able to make out a floor either. You are not sure where you are going, or how long you have been moving for, but you must go on.

Abruptly the crowd stops, and you find yourself utterly alone. "How long has Garak kept these people here?" you ask yourself. There is a skeleton up ahead, and you suppose this is your answer. The crowd has parted not for you, but for the bones: they follow one after the other, as if waiting in some fatal line. There is no escape. There is no mercy. You look down, and there is no floor.

[unspectacularmarvels]

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine - the missing episodes: series two, volume three

When O'Brien refers offhandedly to Sisko by a vaguely-amusing nickname, it soon makes its way around the station. Though he sees the funny side for a while, 'Sissy Shouty-Britches' soon finds his patience tested to the limit. We can but hope that nobody says the wrong thing at that upcoming diplomatic soiree...

Jeb Pipeman, inventor of the Jefferies tube, visits the station. Alas, no-one really cares - except O'Brien, who fangirls like a crying bitch.   When Kira uses the railings in the command centre to leap the stairs, everyone suddenly realises how the whole set-up would make a super-rad jungle gym.  The Tal Shiar attempts to discredit Sisko, having learned through intergalactic Chinese whispers of the 'Benjy-Bennybums Sissypants McShouts-a-lot’ slur.  Odo mishears O'Brien using the phrase 'as dead as a dodo,' and becomes convinced that the 'tricky Irish bastard' (Sisko) is out to kill him. 

The extra-large shoulder pads on Kira's new uniform render her unable to move her arms - at all. Bashir shamelessly uses the opportunity to pinch her 'cute little Bajoran buns' (Dax) whenever he passes her on the promenade. Livid, Kira turns to the most unlikely person imaginable for help: Garak.   Bashir uses the archaic British idiom of someone being a 'wind-up merchant,' and Odo becomes convinced that one of the vendors on the station is secretly a renegade clockwork android killing-machine. When a bulkhead is breached on the outer hull of the station, O’Brien has no other option than to use his arse to plug the gap. How fortunate, then, that that old rascal Finnegan O’Shaughnessy – the leprechaun godfather from his childhood – should choose to reappear… Bashir begins a regimen of power walking (or, in his case, mincing) around the promenade and everyone takes the piss - mercilessly. Eventually, he goes nuts and plans to break everyone else’s legs with a springball racquet. 

O’Brien inadvertently causes yet more Irish fairy mischief aboard the station when Dougal McGlugg, a clurichaun – a relative of the leprechaun and infamous for their love of drink – starts causing havoc in Quark’s bar.

When Dax pays a visit to Keiko’s kindergarten group, the bright-eyed little tykes bombard her with questions such as : ‘Where would the baby live if the slug-thing is in the bit where babies live?’; ‘Would the baby fall out of the pouch or can it stick its head out like a baby kangaroo?’; ‘Would the trill and the baby fight in your tummy until one is dead?’ and ‘How comfortable are you knowing that you are constantly being objectified by every male officer on the station?’ All of which causes Dax to run and shut herself in her quarters and cry and eat ice cream until Sisko tells her to ‘old-man the f**k up.’

[zapiarty]

Can we see that first meeting with Mila and O'Brien?

Miles loved his days off for many reasons. Lately they’d boiled down to spending almost an entire day with just him and Molly, and he honestly could think of very few things he’d rather be doing. Really, the only thing that’d make the day absolutely perfect would be if Keiko were there too, but he was happy her school was going so well.

He hadn’t had a day off for a while, so he figured he’d surprise his beautiful wife by stopping by to pick her up with Molly. Molly herself agreed wholeheartedly with his plan, though she seemed to want to play with someone in Keiko’s class, so she had them out the door of their quarters sooner than Miles had originally planned. His darling girl was basically pulling him along the corridors,  and he couldn’t help but smile. Gods, she was getting so big.

They arrived at the classroom just as he heard Keiko announce class had finished and that she expected them to do their homework. With a chuckle he let go of Molly’s hand so she could dash ahead with a squeal. Miles waited until some of the Bajoran kids filed out of the classroom before he entered, expecting to see Keiko picking up Molly. Instead he walked in to see Molly sitting on the floor with one of the students talking. That wouldn’t normally give him pause.

What brought him up short was that from what he could see the student was a little Cardassian girl. His steps stumbled, “Molly!” He blurted before he could stop himself. She looked up at him but ignored him and went back to talking to the Cardassian. He noticed Keiko had been smiling one of her beatific smiles but dropped it at his outburst.

“Miles! Was it your idea or Molly’s to come see me after school today?” Keiko asked while grabbing his arm and pulling him further into the classroom. There were one or two other kids there, but Miles couldn’t keep his eyes off his little girl playing with the Cardassian.

“Mine, mostly. Though Molly wanted to come earlier...Keiko, what’s going on? Why is that Cardie here?” Miles scowled darkly.

“Her name is Mila, and she’s one of my students Miles.” Keiko’s voice wasn’t as warm as her greeting had been, and uh oh, there was The Frown.

Trying to scramble a way out of this, Miles continued talking, “Well, yeah I figured that but- but why are you letting her play with Molly? I mean, they look mighty friendly and this is the first I’ve heard about it! Don’t tell me this is the student she wanted to see, she’s a-”

“Miles,” Keiko started with an annoyed sigh and then tensed up with a snap. Just as Miles was about to ask what was wrong, he heard a low cool voice behind him.

“No, Professor O’Brien. Let the Chief finish.”

Miles turned around and was rather shocked to see Doctor Bashir standing there, looking calm yet expectant with his hands behind his back and his hazel gaze boring into him. “Doctor Bashir, what’re you doing here?”

Bashir smiled at him, but it wasn’t his friendly smile he kept trying to give him, or even a smug one. “I don’t think that’s how that sentence was going to end, Chief. I really am curious as to how it was going to finish.”

Suddenly getting the feeling this was a very bad idea, and not sure how he’d gotten into this situation, Miles shifted, glancing back at the two little girls playing. The Cardassian was showing Molly a drawing and Molly’s delighted giggle filled the awkward silence of the classroom. Sensing that Miles wasn’t going to find his words, Doctor Bashir drew his shoulders up in an exaggerated shrug, his voice still that tone he’d not quite heard before, “You see, Chief, I’m always curious about what everyone thinks of my daughter.”

Daughter? But he heard Bashir had adopted a girl from Bajor- Miles snapped his gaze back to the little girl and for the first time noticed her nose ridges. Aw hell. Before he could formulate any sort of, of apology, the girl noticed Bashir and lept to her feet with a smile. It was like a 180 shift, the Doctor’s thinly veiled anger at Miles vanished and all there was was joy at seeing Mila and he knelt down to talk to her. “Hey, sweetie! Did you have a fun day?”

“I did, Professor had me learning multiplication today.” The girl quietly replied, only looking up with a swift glance to gauge Bashir’s reaction and then darting it back down to her toes. Bashir’s smile was warmer and more caring than Miles had ever seen or thought the young annoying man could express.

“Well, you’ll have to tell me all about it when we get home, okay? Do you want to eat with me and Jadzia at the Replimat tonight?” At the little girl’s hesitant but enthusiastic nod, Bashir stood up again. He turned to Miles and suddenly there was that awkward tension again. Bashir’s voice was warm and polite to Keiko, but cooled significantly towards him, “Good afternoon, Mrs. O’Brien. Chief.”

Keiko brushed aside the tension with a wide smile as Molly hugged her leg, “You as well, Doctor. If Mila needs any help let me know, and I’m sure Molly would love to see her again.”

Doctor Bashir smiled a bit more warmly and then he and his adopted girl were gone. Miles didn’t have to look at his wife to know she was extremely unhappy, and holding it in for Molly’s sake. She did, however glare at him once they were alone in the classroom. “We’re discussing this later.”

Miles had a feeling she’d be the one doing the discussing, but for the first time since he’d walked in, wisely kept his mouth shut. And the day had been going so well...