Category: miles o’brien

gayquark:

DUDE

I know time travel and all that but have we ever discussed how fucked up O’Brien sleeps. Just lying on his side in pyjamas OVER the covers. With his bathrobe hanging down at the end of the bed beside his head.

Ds9 is a very serious show about serious topics.

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captaincrusher:

The life of Julian Bashir, a brief summary.

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captaincrusher:

captaincrusher:

AU where Miles O’Brien got to rest.

I wrote it. English is not my first language and I wrote it in one go, so take it as it is:

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The fishing hut had seen better days. In fact, Miles doubted
a soul had crossed the threshold in decades. The people that lived and fished at
this part of the coast were long since gone. He wiped some dust of the surface
of a cracked old table and put the basket down.

”The rain will stop in a minute, honey” he said to Molly.

The girl looked wholly unhappy with the undignified sprint the family had taken towards
the hut as the shuttle disappeared in the grey sky above.

Keiko didn’t seem to mind. Of course, as a botanist she
viewed rain from another perspective all together. Miles was glad that he never
had to consider rain in his work at the station. The closest thing he ever came
was that water leak that flooded an entire section in the habitat ring two years
ago. But for Keiko rain was life. He saw that life in her eyes as she held Yoshi
tightly and smiled out towards the grass speckled dunes through the doorway
where once a door had stood. Now and then a salty breeze came in from the ocean
and brought with it some rain drops.  

As quickly as it had begun, the rain stopped. The clouds didn’t
linger.

”Let’s go” said Miles. ”Come on, Molly!”

Molly ran ahead towards the vast, green sea, with her black
hair flying like a banner behind her. The white beach went on for miles. Nerys had
told them that it wasn’t likely they would encounter a living soul out here and
that had sold it to Miles.

The only break in the expanse of the beach was the remnants
of a crashed Cardassian ship. It was too far away for Miles tell what kind of
ship it had been, only that it had crashed there many years ago. The sand
covered half of it, as though it had been swallowed by the dunes. The other
half had either been so badly damaged in the crash that it was almost unrecognizable
or had rusted away bit by bit in the salty air.

It wasn’t the first reminder of the war Keiko and Miles had seen.
Bajor’s landscape was filled with similar scars from war wounds. This old skeleton
was just a shadow in the fog.

Miles hummed as he put up his parasol. Keiko laughed when
she heard him. They folded out their chairs and blankets as Molly let out a joyous
scream when she let a wave hit her. Miles temporarily stopped searching for the sun screen to stop Yoshi eating sand.

From the depths of Keiko’s flowing dress she found a book.

”I’m finally going to finish this” she said as she sat down in the sun. 

A slight look of dismay crossed her face as she realized her big sun hat risked being swept away by the wind, so she tucked it under the blanket.

”Which one is that? The Tradesman?”

”The wives of Rakanta.”

Miles sprayed another layer of sunscreen on Yoshi. The
injection he got from Julian before they left should protect him even from two
suns, but he suspected his son had his complexion and in that case Miles took no chances. He checked the boy’s inflatable arm bands and then returned to the
merciful shadow of the parasol. Miles let himself sink deep down into the flimsy chair.

Molly had found a sea shell in the shallows and held it up triumphantly. Keiko gave her a shout of encouragement, only briefly looking up from the page. Somewhere
to Miles’ right a beer appeared and he felt Keiko’s hand on his. He pressed her hand for a moment and then closed his eyes. 

Molly screamed again as another wave hit her. Her laughter
seemed far away now. When a new wave hit he didn’t hear it.

captaincrusher:

AU where Miles O’Brien got to rest.

I wrote it. English is not my first language and I wrote it in one go, so take it as it is:

_______________________________________________________________

The fishing hut had seen better days. In fact, Miles doubted
a soul had crossed the threshold in decades. The people that lived and fished at
this part of the coast were long since gone. He wiped some dust of the surface
of a cracked old table and put the basket down.

”The rain will stop in a minute, honey” he said to Molly.

The girl looked wholly unhappy with the undignified sprint the family had taken towards
the hut as the shuttle disappeared in the grey sky above.

Keiko didn’t seem to mind. Of course, as a botanist she
viewed rain from another perspective all together. Miles was glad that he never
had to consider rain in his work at the station. The closest thing he ever came
was that water leak that flooded an entire section in the habitat ring two years
ago. But for Keiko rain was life. He saw that life in her eyes as she held Yoshi
tightly and smiled out towards the grass speckled dunes through the doorway
where once a door had stood. Now and then a salty breeze came in from the ocean
and brought with it some rain drops.  

As quickly as it had begun, the rain stopped. The clouds didn’t
linger.

”Let’s go” said Miles. ”Come on, Molly!”

Molly ran ahead towards the vast, green sea, with her black
hair flying like a banner behind her. The white beach went on for miles. Nerys had
told them that it wasn’t likely they would encounter a living soul out here and
that had sold it to Miles.

The only break in the expanse of the beach was the remnants
of a crashed Cardassian ship. It was too far away for Miles tell what kind of
ship it had been, only that it had crashed there many years ago. The sand
covered half of it, as though it had been swallowed by the dunes. The other
half had either been so badly damaged in the crash that it was almost unrecognizable
or had rusted away bit by bit in the salty air.

It wasn’t the first reminder of the war Keiko and Miles had seen.
Bajor’s landscape was filled with similar scars from war wounds. This old skeleton
was just a shadow in the fog.

Miles hummed as he put up his parasol. Keiko laughed when
she heard him. They folded out their chairs and blankets as Molly let out a joyous
scream when she let a wave hit her. Miles temporarily stopped searching for the sun screen to stop Yoshi eating sand.

From the depths of Keiko’s flowing dress she found a book.

”I’m finally going to finish this” she said as she sat down in the sun. 

A slight look of dismay crossed her face as she realized her big sun hat risked being swept away by the wind, so she tucked it under the blanket.

”Which one is that? The Tradesman?”

”The wives of Rakanta.”

Miles sprayed another layer of sunscreen on Yoshi. The
injection he got from Julian before they left should protect him even from two
suns, but he suspected his son had his complexion and in that case Miles took no chances. He checked the boy’s inflatable arm bands and then returned to the
merciful shadow of the parasol. Miles let himself sink deep down into the flimsy chair.

Molly had found a sea shell in the shallows and held it up triumphantly. Keiko gave her a shout of encouragement, only briefly looking up from the page. Somewhere
to Miles’ right a beer appeared and he felt Keiko’s hand on his. He pressed her hand for a moment and then closed his eyes. 

Molly screamed again as another wave hit her. Her laughter
seemed far away now. When a new wave hit he didn’t hear it.