The BLTS Archive- All Is Silence Trilogy
#1: Garak
by T'Lin (LinkyS@aol.com)

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Feedback: Always appreciated.

Warning: This story contains angst and the suggestion of m/m love ...
OK,  more than a suggestion ... but there's no sex in this one. If you
find this  offensive (m/m love, that is), or are under 18, READ NO
FURTHER.

Disclaimer: Garak, Bashir and all things STAR TREK are owned by 
Paramount/Viacom ... I'm just borrowing them for a bit. No copyright 
infringement is intended ... I make no profit off of this story. This
story  is based on the Poem, ALL IS SILENCE, written by T'Lin -
February, 1997.

Although not originally written with any connection to TREK, I think
it  paints the mood nicely. (poetry is designated by // // )

February, 2000

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// I sit alone in the shadows, waiting....
         listening to the night;
                         the wind in the 
         trees...
                  the rustle of the leaves...
                                  and 
                  nothing more.  //

The desolation ... why did I think I could make a difference here? For
six months we have struggled to rebuild this world ... yet this city
is still in ruins, and the countryside is even worse. While the
surviving *officials* bicker and squabble over who will be in charge
of what, nothing gets done.

Oh, they make a lot of noise, but it accomplishes nothing. Guls! Why
has it come to this? I thought it would make me happy to be a part of
this world again ... to make a difference in the lives of my people
... but I am useless to them ... less than useless ... for there are
many who, despite my efforts during the war, still consider me a
traitor, and are very vocal in their disapproval of the lifting of my
exile. 

// Soon, the storm comes
          wind whipping branches...
                              
lightning flashes...
                     thunder rolls......
                                     
and the rain comes crashing down! //

We have constant storms ... it is terminally cold ... the sun can no
longer penetrate the dust in the atmosphere ... and our people are
dying. We have too few doctors, and even less resources. If only the
*officials* would ask for help ... but no! They are too proud to ask
anything of the Federation, and there is no one else we could possibly
turn to. We have 'burned all our bridges', as the humans would say.
Too bad I didn't ask Julian to come with me ... I had my chance, but I
let it slip away ... like so many others. To think he is now with Ezri
... no, I won't think of that, it causes too much pain ... just one
more thing for me to regret about my dear Doctor ... oh, how I miss
him! 

I've made my decision ... I can no longer take the pain of this life. 
Existence here ... now ... is worse than the exile I endured all those
years on Deep Space Nine. I cannot live here, as I am ... and I have
nowhere else to go ... so I will end this life ...

// I sit..... trembling..... waiting.....
          until the storm comes to an end...  //

In my final moments, I am hallucinating ... I must be, for I see him
there, standing above me in the shadows. I think he is trying to talk
to me, but I cannot hear him ... the drugs are taking their toll ...
my senses are dulled. I know my time is at an end, and I will never
see him again ... so be it ... I can tell this apparition of my love,
and all will be forgiven. I smile ... or at least I think I do ... and
try to talk but nothing happens. I cannot move.

// then all is silent...
        until I hear your heartbeat! //

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The End