PTDG

整本：

• A Stitch in Time - Andrew Robinson

这本已经可以不用说了……演员自己写的同人被正式出版了……上船基本教程（？）有空再详细写。

• The Crimson Shadow - Una Mccormack

同人作者转正写的，非常zqsg，有种钦定的感觉，然而单箭头，感觉嘎好可怜！！有空再多详细说。

零散：

• Station Rage - Diane Carey

Garak有一次发达的机会，但是因为实施这个计划要搞死包括Bashir之内的人，于是向Bashir走漏了风声，导致计划失败……我当糖吃了……

• Vengeance - Dafydd Ab Hugh

很多黄绿&一些八嘎&甚至有些（O'Brien和Garak的西皮名叫啥……），互动都可爱得不行。以及透露了医生研究过人类&卡大蜥怎么生子[哆啦A梦汗]以及下面这个一起躲在柜子里场景（阔怕！）：

Bashir stared after them for a moment, then back to Garak. The Cardassian crouched directly behind the doctor, watching with wide-eyed intensity; he held nothing in his hands. "Garak, what was that thing you used?"

"Thing? Dr. Bashir, could you perhaps be a bit more specific?"

Bashir grew annoyed. "That device you just used to nullify the tricorder field! I've never even heard of such a thing. Where did you get it?"

 "Doctor, I really have no idea what you're talking about. I'm a simple tailor. I have no access to super-secret tricorder suppressors. I'm not an intergalactic spy!" He leaned close, whispering conspiratorially in Bashir's ear, "or am I?"

"Garak, I don't know whether anybody else saw you, but I saw, and I know what you just did."

"When a man has kicked around as long as I have, he picks up certain, shall we say, toys, tricks of tradecraft, so to speak. Is that entirely unreasonable?"

"So you admit you're a member of the Obsidian Order. You still even have spy paraphernaila--a tricorder field-suppressor, for goodness's sake!"

The Cardassian winked. "Well, let's just keep it our little secret, shall we?"

"Keep what a secret?" asked Jake, crawling from the back of the L-shaped storage locker.

"Never mind," said O'Brien.

• Proud Helios - Melissa Scott

恋爱期！反正好甜啊！这本的Bashir就像活泼的小狗子！

Bashir turned to look, schooling himself to a not too eager smile, and found himself looking directly at the ridged face of the only Cardassian left on DS9. Garak smiled back at him, the ridges curving alarmingly, and Bashir looked past the Cardassian's shoulders, hoping against hope to see Kira or Dax or anyone else waiting for him. The other tables in that corner were crowded with lizardlike Gemurra, and Garak lifted a long-fingered hand to beckon him over.

 "Yes," Quark said, "Garak thinks quite well of you."

 "How nice," Bashir said, through clenched teeth. "Quark-" But the Ferengi had already turned away, apparently oblivious to his calls, and Bashir knew from experience that Quark was perfectly capable of ignoring him for the rest of the night.

Not only had Commander Sisko encouraged him, all of them, to be as courteous as possible to the Cardassians, but Garak could be, in his own odd fashion, a pleasant companion. Besides, spy or not, he did hear everything. Bashir threaded his way through the crowd to Garak's table. The Cardassian beamed up at him, and gestured to the empty chair.

"My dear Julian. Do join me. I've had so little chance lately to enjoy your company."

Bashir seated himself, setting the tea in front of him. He still wasn't entirely sure what game Garak was playing with him-the station grapevine swore that the Cardassian had only remained to spy on the station's new owners, though he suspected that there was more to Garak's friendliness than the sheer desire for information. "I've been rather busy," he said. Garak was watching him expectantly, still with that slight smile, and Bashir felt the blood rise to his face. "Thank you for the drink."

Garak's smile widened. "My pleasure, I assure you, Julian. It's a very small thing to do for one I consider a friend."

"What was it you wanted, Garak?" Bashir asked, and was instantly ashamed of his suspicions.

Garak spread his hands. They were incongruously beautiful, and the Cardassian used them to unexpected advantage. "Why, only to pursue our acquaintance. What else could I want? More would be most inappropriate."

What more could he want? Bashir wondered, and a new and appalling series of possibilities seemed to open in front of him. He shook the thought away. "I'm sure."

Garak studied him for a moment longer, the lines at the corners of his eyes giving him an almost mischievous look, then leaned forward slightly. "And, in way of friendship, Julian ... I think I should pass along to you something that I heard in my shop. I think it would interest you, and that you, of all people, would know what to do with it."

"Now you are making fun of me," Bashir said. The words slipped out involuntarily, and he felt himself blushing again. If Quark hadn't given him a hard time, and Dax before that, he would never have said such a thing, and especially not to Garak.

The Cardassian smiled openly this time, an expression so unlike his usual affectations that Bashir almost didn't recognize it, but said only, "Not-not in the information, Julian. I do think you will find it useful."

Bashir blinked, and the moment vanished. "I'll do what I can," he said, doubtfully, and Garak simpered at him.

"I'm sure you're more than capable, Julian. Much more." He leaned forward again, lowering his voice. "I had a customer in my shop today-one of the Aniona,【略……】

He paused, and Bashir thought he saw a look of unholy satisfaction flit across the Cardassian's face.

"However," Garak continued smoothly, "【略】"

I just bet he is, Bashir thought. His mind was working furiously, untangling the implications of the story. If it was true-and it could be, it would fit all the other facts they'd gathered, and even the Cardassians would have no reason to love the pirate-then DS9 had less to worry about than they had thought. Of course, that could be exactly what Gul Dukat wanted them to think. He took a deep swallow of his tea, barely tasting it, and then nearly choked on unexpected carbonation. Quark had been adjusting the replicators again. . . .

Garak reached out solicitously, patted the younger man between the shoulder blades. "Are you all right, Julian? Yes, it is shocking news-but not, I think, precisely bad news."

Bashir took a deep breath and recovered himself, inwardly cursing Quark, Garak, the pirate, and all the other things that were making his life impossibly difficult just at the moment. "No," he said, "I suppose not. . . ."

"Though of course it does change everyone's calculations, doesn't it?" Garak went on, with bright, spurious sympathy. "Dear boy, what you're drinking! Do let me buy you something more to your taste."

Bashir shook his head. "No, thanks," he said, and took another hasty swallow of the tea.

"And someday," the Cardassian continued, with what sounded to Bashir like suddenly genuine concern, "you must come by my shop and let me dress you properly. It's a great shame that such a nicely built young man should be reduced to Starfleet uniform."

"That's regulations," Bashir said, relieved to have such an innocuous answer for once, and Garak sighed.

"Oh, I know. But you'd think they went out of their way to make humans look unattractive. Tell me, were the uniforms designed by a Vulcan?"

"By a committee, I think," Bashir answered. "A long time ago."

"That," Garak said darkly, "is fairly obvious."

Bashir drained what was left of his tea in a single gulp. "Thank you very much for the drink, Garak, but I really must be going now."

"Of course," Garak murmured. "And you're very welcome. I hope we can have another chat sometime when you're less-pressed."

"Definitely," Bashir agreed. "Thank you, Garak."

"Doctor," the Cardassian said.

Bashir turned back, lifting his thin eyebrows in unspoken question.

"The pirate ship is called Helios," Garak said. "And her captain is Demaree Kolovzon. Or so they say."

"Do they," Bashir echoed blankly, and wished he could think of something more intelligent to say. "Thank you, Garak, that's very interesting." He turned away, heading for the door, but not before he heard the Cardassia n's murmur.

"Not at all. . . ."

我觉得我要瞎掉了！！

• Hollow Man - Una Mccormack

其实这本主要是希嘎（……）但这个作者嘛你明白的……很多细节……我就记得这一个了

Jadzia smiled as she saw Julian catch a glimpse of himself in the two-way mirror, stop, and smooth away some of the creases in the dark jacket. He started playing with the bow tie. His other hand was holding the gun.

“Is that a real one?” she said.

He looked down at the gun and then up at her. “Of course not.”

“I meant, is that a real bow tie?”

“Well, of course it is!” He sounded piqued.

“Aren’t the ready-made ones less trouble?”

“They are,” he said, “but they don’t look as good. Garak said that wearing a fake bow tie was like taking someone on a date to the Replimat. You might as well not bother.”

“Oh, well,” she murmured, turning away to gaze out beyond the mirror, “if Garak said so…”

• What You Leave Behind - Diane Carey & Ira S. Behr & Hans Beimler

补全剧集内容吧……离别的时候多加了几句话

Bashir offered a meager smile. "Tinker,tailor, soldier, spy（？？？？？？） ... I wonder what's next for you, Garak. "Who can say, Doctor?" his Cardassian friend said. He seemed reluctant to say more, except finally to add, "We live in uncertain times." They looked at each other, without the typical jovial sparring that usually went on between them. This was a time to lose loved ones, to lose friends. Bashir felt his chest grow hollow with the fear that big changes were coming, that the family they'd built over the past seven years, sometimes the hard way, was about to get a whole bunch of reassignment orders. 

Bashir sighed. "I suppose I don't like changes very much, Garak. Usually I just sit back and wait, and things settle down again. This time, I don't see theseffldg any time soon.

"There's not going to be anymore time at anchor for me." Garak smiled and his eyes flared. "Ah, but when one is in love, one doesn't want to be held down. Does he?" Bashir managed a laugh."No, one doesn't really. Oh, my goodness, I feel so terrible thinking about that while looking out at all this." 

"We Cardassians brought this upon ourselves. Intrigue eventually turns upon the intriguer "And you would know." "Yes, I would." Garak held out his hand. "Goodluck, Doctor." Though there was a sadness, Bashir felt a rush of hope as he clasped Garak's hand. "Good luck to you... citizen."

妈的加粗这段我……哭泣……

• Avatar 1 - S. D. Perry
  

"What are you reading, Doctor?" Shar asked, noticing the padd.

"Julian, please. We're not on duty. It's a letter from a friend of mine."

The Andorian smiled, nodding as he sat down. Julian hadn't spent much time with Shar, but liked him very much. A very unassuming young man—

Person, he mentally amended. Andorian biology was unique, another reason Bashir was glad Nog had asked if they could sit at his table; he'd wanted very much to ask a few questions. Except for Erib, whom he'd known at medical school, Bashir hadn't been around many Andorians.

Nog was looking at the paused text, frowning. "You're on page 256 of a letter? Who wrote it?"

"Garak," Bashir said, smiting again at the nervous look that suddenly appeared on Nog's face. The Cardassian tailor had intimidated a lot of people during his years on the station. Having already read the autobiographical letter once, Bashir thought that if they'd known even the half of it, they might have moved off the station themselves.

信应该指的就是ASIT吧，长到把别人都吓着了（。）

• Section 31: Abyss - Dean Weddle & Jeffrey Lang

就像Ezri提到了不能提的话题似的……时间也就第七季之后的一年啊……

“The way you’re acting—the nonstop talking. Why are you doing that?”

“To keep him off balance,” Ezri explained. “To keep him from engaging you in conversation. He wants to win you over.”

Bashir shook his head in consternation. “He’s not going to ‘win me over.’ I’m not that easily persuaded, Ezri.”

“He’s very charming,” Ezri said. “You have a weak spot for charm, Julian.”

Bashir was stung by the observation and said, more sharply than he intended, “You obviously don’t know me as well as you think you do.”

“I still remember when you first met Garak . . .”

“Garak?” Bashir said. “I always thought of Garak as more mysterious than charming.”

“He was both. It’s a potent combination—charm and mystery—particularly for you. . . .”

“That’s beside the point,” Bashir interrupted. “And not true, either, but we’ll discuss that later. The important thing is I want him to talk. I’m supposed to be trying to understand him. How can I empathize with the man if you won’t be quiet?”

“What are you saying?” Ezri asked, narrowing her eyes. “I’m a trained counselor . . .”

整体而言2375年分离之后好像就没见过面的样子，或者见了面没有写出来……