Fic Post-DS9, for Nenya.
Deep Space Nine fic. For how I love Sisko. At least, in the early episodes. When the god-complex really shows up, so not with the Sisko-love anymore.
For nenya_kanadka
(Hey, sorry this is so very late. I am bad person. Who just realized that she had spelled ‘Jake’ wrong in, like, six places. Damn. But, so sorry! A little ficlet is alright?)
Benjamin Sisko sighed, and stared at the ceiling. Or, more accurately, the place where the wall melded into the ceiling, for any sort of straight line on a ship would certainly be against architectural rules.
He was rather tired, and would have liked to be curled up in bed, comfortable under the sheets. Except that while Starfleet may have figured out how to go beyond the stars, they really hadn’t figured out a way to make a bed not feel like cardboard. Maybe next time he had the time to contact the Command he could request that. It was petty, but damn, a bed was supposed to be comfortable, and remind you of home.
Which was he was trying not to think of. Nearly a year in a new place, with fresh faces, and all he could think about was the establishment of home. The home he used to have, with Jennifer. He’d been so ready to spend the rest of his life with her, and she’d said as much, and where had he been left? In a forgotten corner, watching over an anomaly that, well, by definition, wasn’t the sort of thing you could watch.
He desperately wanted to kick something. What sort of place was this? If people weren’t dying, they were behaving in highly irresponsible ways. Why, he’d told Jake that there would be other kids there, and here they were, Jake shipped off to observe Dr. Bashir of all people. Of all the stupid things to have done, entrusting his child to the none-too-watchful eyes of the Doctor!
In all honesty, Dr. Bashir had offered to keep Jake busy for an afternoon, so that ‘important Starfleet work can be done, Captain Sisko.’ Ben was fairly sure that ‘important Starfleet work’ was not synonymous to ‘sulk, and want to ruin your quarters’ but nothing too bad had come of it.
Well, aside from the aforementioned desire to ruin his station. It was his station, and he’d not want others to do something like throw dinnerware at the ceiling. It would be hell to get off, for one. Slumping over, and putting his head into his hands, Ben sighed again.
A knock at the door startled him. Ambling over to it, he punched the button to open it, hoping it was someone he could have a good huff at.
No luck on that count. Dr, Bashir, staring open-mouthed at something on the corridor ceiling, had brought Jake back. Jake seemed to bubbling with information about types of sutures, and other medical matters, and Dr. Bashir seemed quite pleased the moment that Jack crossed the threshold.
“Not quite ready for him?” Dr. Bashir’s attention snapped to Sisko, and nodded. He looked rather the worse for wear. “Thank you for keeping him busy this afternoon. I had quite a lot of business to attend to, and I want him to get a better idea of what the station actually is.”
Dr. Bashir seemed like he knew exactly what his commander had been doing, but didn’t mind it. His attention kept drifting back to the damn ceiling, though.
“No, it was my pleasure to show Jake a few things. He’s very interested in medicine.” Before Ben could reply, a garbled yell came from above, followed by a string of curses. “Oh, one of the engineers must have fallen into a spot of trouble. I must be off.” With that, the doctor ran off, leaving Sisko more than a little confused.
He worked with a bunch of very odd people, for he was fairly sure Dr. Bashir had run in the wrong direction, heading off towards the main complex rather than up to the crawlspace.
And... the pacing needs some work.
For nenya_kanadka
(Hey, sorry this is so very late. I am bad person. Who just realized that she had spelled ‘Jake’ wrong in, like, six places. Damn. But, so sorry! A little ficlet is alright?)
Benjamin Sisko sighed, and stared at the ceiling. Or, more accurately, the place where the wall melded into the ceiling, for any sort of straight line on a ship would certainly be against architectural rules.
He was rather tired, and would have liked to be curled up in bed, comfortable under the sheets. Except that while Starfleet may have figured out how to go beyond the stars, they really hadn’t figured out a way to make a bed not feel like cardboard. Maybe next time he had the time to contact the Command he could request that. It was petty, but damn, a bed was supposed to be comfortable, and remind you of home.
Which was he was trying not to think of. Nearly a year in a new place, with fresh faces, and all he could think about was the establishment of home. The home he used to have, with Jennifer. He’d been so ready to spend the rest of his life with her, and she’d said as much, and where had he been left? In a forgotten corner, watching over an anomaly that, well, by definition, wasn’t the sort of thing you could watch.
He desperately wanted to kick something. What sort of place was this? If people weren’t dying, they were behaving in highly irresponsible ways. Why, he’d told Jake that there would be other kids there, and here they were, Jake shipped off to observe Dr. Bashir of all people. Of all the stupid things to have done, entrusting his child to the none-too-watchful eyes of the Doctor!
In all honesty, Dr. Bashir had offered to keep Jake busy for an afternoon, so that ‘important Starfleet work can be done, Captain Sisko.’ Ben was fairly sure that ‘important Starfleet work’ was not synonymous to ‘sulk, and want to ruin your quarters’ but nothing too bad had come of it.
Well, aside from the aforementioned desire to ruin his station. It was his station, and he’d not want others to do something like throw dinnerware at the ceiling. It would be hell to get off, for one. Slumping over, and putting his head into his hands, Ben sighed again.
A knock at the door startled him. Ambling over to it, he punched the button to open it, hoping it was someone he could have a good huff at.
No luck on that count. Dr, Bashir, staring open-mouthed at something on the corridor ceiling, had brought Jake back. Jake seemed to bubbling with information about types of sutures, and other medical matters, and Dr. Bashir seemed quite pleased the moment that Jack crossed the threshold.
“Not quite ready for him?” Dr. Bashir’s attention snapped to Sisko, and nodded. He looked rather the worse for wear. “Thank you for keeping him busy this afternoon. I had quite a lot of business to attend to, and I want him to get a better idea of what the station actually is.”
Dr. Bashir seemed like he knew exactly what his commander had been doing, but didn’t mind it. His attention kept drifting back to the damn ceiling, though.
“No, it was my pleasure to show Jake a few things. He’s very interested in medicine.” Before Ben could reply, a garbled yell came from above, followed by a string of curses. “Oh, one of the engineers must have fallen into a spot of trouble. I must be off.” With that, the doctor ran off, leaving Sisko more than a little confused.
He worked with a bunch of very odd people, for he was fairly sure Dr. Bashir had run in the wrong direction, heading off towards the main complex rather than up to the crawlspace.
And... the pacing needs some work.