The BLTS Archive - Blue, Blue, My World is Blue
by 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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The doctor inspected the injury site. "It's green."

Meshan shrugged. "I was unloading that load of
chlorohexedrol that Chief O'Brien had ordered. You know, for
the sensors. Damn thing slipped on me and bust open on my
shoulder."

"Mm. Does this hurt?" Bashir asked as he applied light
pressure to the inflamed area.

The Bolian almost levitated off the biobed. "OW!"

"I take it that's a yes."

Meshan glared at him.

Julian ran the myoregenerator over the site, then removed a
canister of anti-inflammatory from the Infirmary's drug
replicator and slid it into the hypo-injector. "This should
help," he said as he injected Meshan. "You might notice a
slight gold cast to your skin at the site of injection
within 48 hours. Otherwise there should be no side effects."

The Bolian snorted. "Maybe I'll make foreman after this."

Julian frowned. "What do you mean?" he asked, as Garak
entered the Infirmary.

"The golden rule!" Meshan said sarcastically. "If I'm gonna
be gold, I might as well make the rules for once!"

Bashir carefully did not roll his eyes. "I'm sure Chief
O'Brien didn't deliberately put you in harm's way. Now try
to get some rest. See me in 26 hours if you have any further
pain or tenderness, all right?"

"If you say so." He slid off the biobed and lumbered his way
out of the room.

Julian shook his head. "And how was your day?" he asked
Garak as the Cardassian approached him.

"Perhaps better than yours, or perhaps not," he replied. "I
actually came in for a headache remedy: I was privileged to
spend the better part of the afternoon listening to what
Ensign McNab called 'Christmas carols'."

Julian retrieved a painkiller and injected him. "Is it that
time of year already?" he asked, surprised. "What were they
singing anyway? It couldn't have been that bad."

Garak gave him a dry look. "I'll have a bluuuue Christmas
without youuuuu..."

"Oh, God," he said, cringing. "Did you tell him to shut up?

"Not in those words, but..." He shrugged. "I think the Chief
was impressed with his singing. He eventually joined in."

Julian grinned. "Listen, let me talk to Girani for a minute
and I'll take you out to dinner to that new Trill
restaurant." He suddenly noticed Garak's new tunic. "Is that
new?"

"It is," he replied. "I'm not sure if it's suitable..."

"No, it's nice. You look good in red." He suddenly gave
Garak a slow smile. "Or perhaps you'd like to eat in?" he
asked in a low voice.

Garak rolled his eyes. "You're incorrigible. Go talk to Dr.
Girani, my dear."

Julian gave him a peck on the cheek. "You think about it,
all right?"

"I promise I'll think of nothing else," he replied.

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The End