The BLTS Archive- Waiting for the Other Shoe to Drop by Poet Dareau (Poet279@aol.com) --- Archive: What a silly question! The lists, and anyone else who wants it, just let me know first. Spoilers: None, just kinda random Feedback: At this point, sure, just NO flames. Been flamed enough for one day. Disclaimer: I don't own anybody or anything. Please don't sue me, all I have is an orange Tabby with a bad attitude and one of those Delaware quarters worth twobucks. Notes: Written at 6:30 in the morning after a sleepless night and a flame war. Thanks to Rae for flaming me and putting enough fire into me to finally get off my ass and write some Trekfic. Who knew I'd start off with G/B? And thanks to Christal the Wonderful for simply being wonderful. And thanks to John Popper forwriting "Most Precarious," which didn't inspire this fic, but certainly helped in the writing of it. --- //So I told him. So what?// Garak thought, trying to fool himself into thinking things could ever be the same. But they couldn't. One way or another, things were going to be forever changed. No more lunches. No more friendly debate. No more trading double-edged barbs, flirting and challenging at the same time. No more silky voice. No more soft brown eyes. No more living for the chance brush of mocha skin against his own. //He might return my feelings...// Garak mused hopefully. Candlelit dinners. Warm embraces. Fiery kisses filled with passion. A silky voice calling out his name. Large boyish eyes staring deep into his own. Waking up to the feeling of smooth, human *skin* against his rough, grey scales. //He *might* return my feelings...// Garak mused hopefully. The Cardassian paused in his pacing to gaze at his own reflection in the small mirror in his quarters. //He *might* call security if I ever go near him again,// Garak smiled slightly, but his smile was as hollow as his heart. //I've lost him.// ~You never had Julian,~ a small voice in his head reminded him, ~and you were never *going* to have him if you didn't tell him how you felt.~ //But not having him as a lover is better than losing him altogether,// Garak moaned silently. ~Is it?~ "Yessss," the Cardassian hissed aloud, painfully. ~It didn't hurt seeing him day-to-day, continuing the charade of friendship? Was playful banter really enough to satisfy you?~ //No!!// ~So it's good that you told him.~ Garak wasn't sure if it was a question or not. //Yes. No. I'm not sure.// ~Aren't you?~ //Yes.// ~You are?~ //Yes. I love him. I told him. Things were already changing between us. We could never go back to the way our friendship was in the beginning. I don't want to.// //It isn't enough for me anymore.// //I need more.// //I need *him*.// ~And if he says no...?~ //I will survive. I don't know how, but I will.// Garak jumped at the sound of the door chime. "Come in." Garak tried to keep his voice even. The doors opened to reveal Julian. Garak could see the answer written across Julian's all-too-easy to read features --- Don't you give up don't allow disaster Don't you give up don't you let her win We're talking about a "forever after" Don't you give up don't you dare give in Don't you give up don't you dare give in Doesn't it seem most precarious Doesn't it seem such a chance to take Doesn't it seem most precarious Why does it feel like a big mistake Please understand and hear what I'm saying The time is now and you don't have long She could be oceans away tomorrow So soon your chance will have come and gone So soon your chance will have come and gone Doesn't it seem most precarious Doesn't it seem such a chance to take Doesn't it seem most precarious Why does it feel like a big mistake The tight-wires strung and you're out in the middle All eyes upon you no net below Inches to go and you're almost home free Feel the wires swaying at to and fro Feel the wires swaying at to and fro Doesn't it seem most precarious Doesn't it seem such a chance to take Doesn't it seem most precarious Why does it feel like it would be a damn shame Would be forever if it meant a day How stoically I exclaim As she turns from me and walks away The light in her eyes explanation escapes you Longing to please and not feel alone And she doesn't know it but really she loves you Someday so soon you're gonna make it home Some day so soon you're gonna make it home Doesn't it seem most precarious Doesn't it seem such a chance to take Doesn't it seem most precarious Why does it feel like a big mistake Doesn't it seem most precarious Doesn't it seem such a chance to take Doesn't it seem most precarious Why does it feel like a big mistake "Most Precarious" John Popper, Blues Traveler, c 1997 --- The End