The BLTS Archive - The Red Uniform
A Garak and Bashir Mystery
by JA Ingram (cjjingram@localnet.com)
and
Charlene (charlene.vickers@gmail.com)

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Stephen's Color Challenges: It's Green, Blue Christmas, You look good
in Red, and The Golden Rule

Disclaimer: Paramount owns Star Trek.

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"I'll have a bluuuue Christmas without youuuuu..."

Garak shot his spouse a look. "Julian, I normally would not
use the words 'shut up', but you are hardly an accomplished
singer."

"I'll have you know," Julian replied, pulling himself to his
full height, "that I once considered becoming a singer." He
shrugged. "Of course, I was nine years old at the time."

"And your complete lack of singing ability didn't dissuade
you?" Garak asked.

"Well...it was more my grandfather," he said. "You know the
Golden Rule? He who has the gold makes the rules?
Grandfather decided no grandson of his was going to make his
living on the tri-vid circuit."

Just then their son walked in wearing his new Starfleet
cadet's fatigues which he'd apparently just taken out of the
box. Julian reached over and smoothed out one of the
creases. "You look good in red," he told the young man.

"You think so?" Lewin said, looking down at his uniform with
a smile.

"I do," Julian replied, watching as Garak brushed some
imaginary lint off their son's uniform. "It looks better on
you than the dress cadet's uniform."

Garak wrinkled his nose. "Is that the one..."

Julian tried not to roll his eyes. "Yes, Elim, it's green."
He turned back to Lewin, "we're both very proud of you;
you're the first hybrid Bajoran to join Starfleet Academy.
That's no little feat."

"Are you sure you don't want to stay here on Bajor?" Garak
asked their son for the thousandth time that day.

"Elim..." the teenager said in exasperation.

Julian shot him a look and Garak held up his hands in
defeat. "I was just asking. I'm very proud of you, son. You
know that."

Lewin rolled his eyes. "I know."

"It's just that Earth is very far away," Garak muttered
under his breath.

"Garak..." Julian said in exasperation.

"Fine, fine." Garak stepped back to give his adopted son's
uniform one last look. "He's right, though."

Lewin looked at his questioningly.

Garak smiled, his lined face glowing with pride. "You do
look good in red."

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The End