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My fiance started rewatching DS9 while I was doing the dishes a few months back. I knew he liked Star Trek in theory, but as far as I was concerned Star Trek meant either 1960s camp or lens flair and macho bollocks. This show had some slightly funny looking prosthetics and those weird shirts I recognised, but I found myself caring about the characters, being genuinely drawn in to this world for the first time. This was Star Trek, but not as I knew it (sorry). Slowly but surely I started to recognise each character, ask what each one was up to in this episode and I would forget whatever else I was doing in favour of getting to know this strange family. Since I’m awful with names, I made up my own - Puddleman, Spoon-Face Lizard-Man, Dr Steal-Yo-Girl, Bumpy-Nose-Bae etc.
Then he put on an episode called “The Wire” while I was making soup one day. Suddenly, Spoon-Face Lizard man became (plain, simple) Garak, seeking comfort from isolation and pain and desperately trying to keep his only friend from seeing his true self. Dr Steal-Yo-Girl became Julian Bashir, the brilliant doctor desperate to heal his troubled friend - scared of what he’ll find digging around in the past, but more scared of losing Garak. Then, they joined hands in the infirmary and Julian offered unconditional forgiveness…
Reader, I burnt my soup.
I am still in the very beginning of my Star Trek journey, but I had this playlist going on Spotify for when I read fic and realised, with a bit of shifting about, it’s a pretty decent angsty Garashir fanmix. So here it is, for your listening pleasure.
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