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Who: Julian Bashir
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action: Marsiva
When: 17-June until shuffle

[Most people wake up fairly fast, but Julian doesn't. He hasn't slept properly in weeks and being somewhere fairly warm and comfortable and quiet is a luxury. When he does stir, it's slowly, eyes blinking open and shut again, almost looking like he's going to go back to sleep. He looks young and peaceful, if a bit thin and scruffy.

And then he realises he isn't where he should be and he's not with who he should be with. He sits up abruptly, looking around.]

Garak?!

Martok? Davik? Worf?

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[The mention of Garak's name is what first catches her attention, but it's Worf's name that sends Beverly reeling.

For a moment, she stares disbelievingly at the video screen. She doesn't know who this man is - though he does look vaguely familiar and he's wearing what looks like one of the station uniforms- but the important thing is that he knows Worf and Worf is from home.

Finally, once she's collected herself a little, she responds, easily falling back into Starfleet protocol. It's comforting, normal, and she wishes she had had a fellow Starfleet officer here for her when she first arrived.]

Hello. This is Dr. Beverly Crusher of the U.S.S. Enterprise. Or rather... formerly of the U.S.S. Enterprise. I'm afraid Worf isn't here. Neither is Garak, not anymore. Try not to be too alarmed but you're no longer in our universe. I have not yet discovered a way back.

[She pauses, not wanting to throw too much information at him at once. He'll need time to adjust.]

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[Julian stares at the screen, taking a moment to put himself back together, swallowing and nodding slowly.]

Julian Bashir, CMO of Deep Space Nine. We... we've met, I'm sure. The Enterprise came to dock in system a couple of years ago...

[His hands reaches up to where the augment is, pressing the skin and shuddering. He drops his hands to his lap and takes another calming breath.]

I was in Dominion Internment Camp 371, in the Gamma Quadrant. Hang on, did you just say Garak was here?

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He was ... for a few days when I first arrived. We only spoke once...

[Her voice trails off and she frowns, focused on the words "internment camp" and "Gamma Quadrant."]

But how ... the ... Gamma Quadrant...?

[Her chest tightens with fear for what's happening back home, for what's happened to Julian. She remembers him now, but when they briefly met before, he looked so much younger, and was excitable, enthusiastic. Now he just looks... exhausted. She's not quite certain what the hell is going on here, though she suspects it's something like what happened with Sokka and Katara. If so, they could be in danger of violating the Temporal Prime Directive. But first things first:]

No, never mind that, for now. How are you feeling? Are you injured in any way?

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The Bajoran wormhole. Leads to the Gamma quadrant.

[He doesn't know how any Starfleet officer could not be aware of that. Of the beginning of the war. He looks slightly confused, a frown marring his forehead in a way that has become more and more familiar in the last year.]

Feeling? I- rested? I'm not hurt. In fact... I seem to be less injured than I was in the camp.

[He does a quick run down of himself, checking for bruises he knows he had but which seem gone now.]

No, I'm not hurt. Doctor Crusher, USS Enterprise, command of Captain Picard, you served with Lieutenant Data. Hasn't the Enterprise been deployed into the war?

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[Her relief at his healed physical state lasts only a moment as she tries to absorb what he's telling her. This is bad, very bad.]

Right, yes, the wormhole, I'm aware of that but [But she was so thrown by the rest].... tell me, what year is it?

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[Julian isn't unfamiliar with time travel. Not a big fan, but familiar with nonetheless.]

... 2373. I'm a bit fuzzy on the exact stardate, I've been in isolation a lot recently.

What year would you tell me it is?

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[Isolation. Her brow furrows further with worry.]

I was afraid of this... it's 2370 for me. Time runs differently here. While Atroma - that's the name of our captor - keeps us, no time passes for people at home, so they have no idea we're missing. Furthermore, Atroma will pull multiple people from the same universe, but from different times. Situations like ours have happened to several others on my ship.

[She pauses thoughtfully.]

Which explains a lot of Garak's comments, though I had no idea what he was talking about at the time.

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No, no, that's just Garak, trust me. It took me two years and saving his life to find out what his first name was. And even then, it was the man who hated him most who told-

[He trails off. Tain's death sits raw and recent and he feels a bit sick for the fact he's grateful the old monster is dead and no long terrorising Garak or him.

Realisation hits. It's a visible thing, eyes going wide, skin that bit paler.]

Three years. Oh- Temporal Prime Directive. Shit. Oops, no, I didn't, oh bugger.

I shouldn't be telling you anything.

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[She half-smiles at his reaction, despite the seriousness of the situation.]

Don't worry, I won't report you. Regulations have had to go a little by the wayside here.

[The smile fades.]

I have to admit, I'm glad to see you, Temporal Prime Directive or no. Having another Starfleet officer around... it will be a relief.

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Little slower, doesn't seem like it's translating properly.

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[Julian hasn't turned off video, so he's perfectly visible, the small frown that vanishes with wide eyed realisation.]

Oh, no, the translation system's fine. At least I assume it is, I'm not having any troubles understanding you.

They're names. My... uh...

[He can't say friends. Allies? Companions? Fellow prisoners hell bent on escaping?]

Cellmates.

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[ If it were video Julian would be privy to a wryly amused expression. Bucky assumes he's wrongfully held — very few people otherwise would be so open about it. ]

Look around — they might be on the other bunks and not awake yet.

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[That sends Julian scrambling to his feet, the communication device briefly abandoned while he calls names again, looking about.

When he comes back, he looks slightly dejected, then a bit apologetic.]

No, they're not here. Sorry about just... dropping you there.

I'm Julian. Dr Bashir. I mean, Doctor Julian Bashir, CMO of Deep Space Nine. Starfleet.

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[ Evenly, ] Not a problem.

[ hold up. Starfleet?? There's a beat, like an measure of a thought, and he continues as though it was merely a pause for breath, ]

Pleased to meet you, Doctor. James Barnes. I'm a captain in the US Army. [ a beat ] What's the year, where you're from, if you don't mind my asking?

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US Army?

[Julian looks pensive for a moment, thinking over the whole temporal violation thing that might be going on.]

2373?

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Figured. It's 2014 for me. Time is a more... nebulous concept around here.

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2014?!

[He slaps a hand over his mouth, lowering it slowly and sighing. When he speaks, it seems to be mostly to himself.]

I'm going to be in so much trouble with the Department of Temporal Investigations.

Doctor Crusher is from three years in my past, but not three centuries. You... don't have faster than light travel, do you?

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Are those your friends?

They're probably not here. Which sucks ass. Mine definitely aren't.

Hi, new guy!

[She's even being extra kind and not calling him 'fresh meat.' He doesn't look like the kind of person that would get the joke.]

No worries!

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[He snaps his mouth shut, then nods slowly in greeting.]

Um, hello. I'm Doctor Bashir, CMO of Deep Space Nine. Just Julian will do.

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You can't be a doctor, you're way too cute.

[Wrath, that was your out loud voice.]

Uh. Though Dr. Crusher has really gorgeous hair so maybe it's just a Whiskey thing.

[Wrath you are not making this any better. Focus.]

Uh. I'm Wrath. I used to have a rank and shit but it doesn't count any more since I got mustered out on medical.

Where's Deep Space Nine? I'm from Proles, on Zeus. Jump gate... uh.

[Oh goddamn. Of all the things to have forgotten, really? No, wait, there it is.]

Gamma-one-one-seven-nine-five.

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[Julian blushes and smiles slightly, looking briefly pleased at the compliment, even if it's a bit backhanded.]

Wrath? That's an interesting name. I'm afraid I don't know anything about Proles, or jump gates. Is that a Faster Than Light technology?

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[Ohgodhessocuteohno FOCUS, WRATH.]

Well thank you! Whiskey says it's not actually my name, but it's the only name I remember so it's mine.

It's... um. Yes? [Oh shit this is going to get technical!]

Jump gates do a thing. Where they fold space. Yes. At least I think so? I was born on Zeus so I never got to be in space. Until now! [Which is so exciting!]

So how do you get around if you don't have jump gates? Or is Deep Space Nine another place on Old Earth?

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Oh, that's, rough. Amnesia is usually treatable, but I understand sometimes it isn't. It is amnesia? Is that rude to ask?

[He wouldn't find it rude, but he knows that's not really a good indicator either.]

Folding space, I've heard of theories, I mean, physics isn't my field, I'm medicine and biological sciences, but I've heard some theories on how it could be done for improved speeds, I mean, wormholes effectively do the same thing, we just can't artificially create them, but the station is position above a wormhole which allows for near instant travel between the Alpha and Beta quadrants...

[Distracted, Julian, get back on point, you were asked something.]

Right, yes, we have Faster Than Light. We use warp technology, where you create a field of real space inside a forcefield and then use a matter/antimatter drive to dislocate the contents of the field into subspace, allowing distortion of the laws of physics and travelling faster then light.

I'm from Earth, but Deep Space Nine is stationed on the far edges of the Federation, around a planet called Bajor.

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No, totally not rude. I'd rather people just say what they're thinking anyway, it's just easier.

I have holes. In my brain. I think. Kind of. It's complicated. [Does this poor, adorable doctor really need to hear the story of and then these nice men from the Office of Compliance thought it would be best if I didn't remember the first sixteen years of my life or at least that's what we think happened right now? Probably not.]

Wow, you must be really smart. [There is nothing but pure sincerity in that remark.] You'd probably understand better than me. I was just a soldier. But I was good at my job. But I think I've heard about wormholes before, so maybe it's something like that?

[She is trying really hard to understand that, but she mostly just hears Hello, I am brilliant and have a nice smile.] Okay, forcefields I get. And antimatter. You kind of lost me at subspace, but I believe you.

Hm. I haven't heard of Bajor. Is it an Earth colony? Not that I can remember most of those. But I guess we're probably not from the same place.

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[Julian looks vaguely horrified at that. He's dealt with brain injuries, but 'holes' in the 'brain' is horrific.]

I'm so sorry. That's awful.

[He wants to offer more help, but he can't. He doesn't have anything but his training and something that's telling him how to strip and reassemble the pilot panel of a drift ship.

He goes with the conversation change.]

I am. I'm a genius. I just wanted to go into medicine, but I really could've gone into a number of different fields, and working on the station, you have to learn a lot of different skills to keep the place running.

No, it's a planet. With Bajorans. And half Cardassian children, from the invasion, but half Bajoran as well. And I'm guessing not, no.