DS9 Drabble: Arithmetic
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martasficTitle: Arithmetic
Summary: With Keiko and Molly returned from Bajor, Miles's priorities are changing. Gen.
Word Count: 100
Characters: Miles O'Brien, Julian Bashir
Timeline: after The Assignment (Season 5)
Warnings: none
Rating: General
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Note: Written forlin4gondor, who requested "Chief O'Brien in a situation that involves mathematics? ? :-D Nonslash, please, and if Dr. Bashir can be in there, too, that would be a bonus!" Not sure if I quite hit the prompt, but I hope she enjoys it nevertheless.
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Julian stares at the glass of Irish whiskey, placed before the empty chair. Miles had forgotten. Again.
He knows it is only simple arithmetic. Division. Twenty-six hours, however well managed, only stretches so far. Divided among more people, each gets less. And with Keiko and Molly back from Bajor, there's just less time for old friends.
Julian understands this, all too well. He knows that when Miles misses their weekly holodeck appointments, it only means he loves his family. And yet...
He drains his synthale in a single gulp. "Quark," he calls out, his voice just a little gravelly. "Another."
Summary: With Keiko and Molly returned from Bajor, Miles's priorities are changing. Gen.
Word Count: 100
Characters: Miles O'Brien, Julian Bashir
Timeline: after The Assignment (Season 5)
Warnings: none
Rating: General
Beta:
just_ann_nowNote: Written for
lin4gondor, who requested "Chief O'Brien in a situation that involves mathematics? ? :-D Nonslash, please, and if Dr. Bashir can be in there, too, that would be a bonus!" Not sure if I quite hit the prompt, but I hope she enjoys it nevertheless.***********************************
Julian stares at the glass of Irish whiskey, placed before the empty chair. Miles had forgotten. Again.
He knows it is only simple arithmetic. Division. Twenty-six hours, however well managed, only stretches so far. Divided among more people, each gets less. And with Keiko and Molly back from Bajor, there's just less time for old friends.
Julian understands this, all too well. He knows that when Miles misses their weekly holodeck appointments, it only means he loves his family. And yet...
He drains his synthale in a single gulp. "Quark," he calls out, his voice just a little gravelly. "Another."