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Julian marched down the corridors of Kirk’s Enterprise staring at his tricorder. If he didn’t find the Tellarian Fever patient zero that Arne Darvin had planted onboard in another attempt at revenge, it would be too late and the timeline would be broken.
He was walking with such determination that he didn’t even see the young lieutenant coming in the opposite direction. They collided with such force that the tricorder was knocked out of his hands and nearly toppled him over. But just before he hit the ground a pair of strong hands caught him, and when Julian looked up to meet his hero’s eye he saw the face of the most beautiful man he’d ever seen.
“Sorry about that,” the lieutenant said in a deep baritone voice. “I didn’t see you there.” He gave a soft smile that melted Julian’s heart, looking at him with warm brown eyes dusted with purple eye shadow.
Julian was so stunned by his beauty that he could barely form the words to respond. The lieutenant laughed and pulled him back into his feet.
“I don’t believe we’ve met,” he said, holding out a hand. “I’m Hikaru Sulu.” Julian was still too stunned to take the hand. “And you are...?” Sulu prompted.
“Oh, yes,” he stuttered taking the offered hand. “Uh, Julian Bashir. I just transferred here from, uh, fr-from - Earth! Yes, Earth.”
“…We haven’t been to Earth in seven months.”
“Well, of, of COURSE we haven’t!” Julian exclaimed. Sulu’s beautifully bemused face was throwing him off his stride. “What I MEANT was that I - I was on Earth before the Enterprise! Med graduate, first assignment.” He smiled wide, but Sulu still seemed skeptical. Time to try another approach.
“I guess I’m just nervous,” he fluttered his eyelashes theatrically. “It’s not every day I collide with a handsome command officer.” Sulu raised an eyebrow, but he also managed a soft smile. “But enough about me. What do you do around here, Hikaru?”
“I’m the helmsman,” he said slyly. “Matter of fact I’m running late for my shift. I don’t usually collide with handsome doctors all that often myself.” Julian felt himself blush as Sulu bent to retrieve his tricorder. “I also have an interest in botany.” Sulu somehow managed to come closer to Julian and brush the hand holding the instrument against his arm. “If you’re not busy later, maybe you could… stop by Lab 3 and see for yourself.”
Julian’s reason screamed at him to say no. He was 100 years in the past and hunting a soon to be committer of bioterrorism to keep the very fabric of his existence from shifting. He had no time for romantic entanglements. However, Sulu was very handsome…
“I’d love to,” he purred, taking back his tricorder. Sulu gave him a small nod and ran his eyes down and back up Julian’s body.
“Well then, I’ll see you in half an hour. Lab 3.”
“I’ll be there,” Julian said.
With a half-lidded smile, Sulu continued down the corridor. Julian smacked himself mentally. This was such a bad idea, and he was a complete idiot for agreeing. By agreeing, he’d put not only their mission but the whole timeline in jeopardy, whether they succeeded in catching Darvin or not.
He looked back to get a glimpse at Sulu’s ass.