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Doctor Julian Bashir made his way down the Promenade toward the infirmary. The number of attacks on ships in the area has been rising over the last few weeks. thought Bashir. With all those attacks come casualties. Bashir sighed. Chances were that he could look forward to another busy day. Bashir’s lips tightened as he thought, The war with the Dominion is finally over, you would think that everyone would be tired of killing and death by now. Unfortunately hating others is something that we never seem to grow tired of. Bashir shook his head, forcing himself out of his dark thoughts.

As he came to Garak’s tailor shop Bashir noticed Garak standing in front of the shop leaning against the wall.
Curious Bashir stopped as he reached the shop, “Good morning, Garak.” said Bashir.
“Ah, good morning Doctor.” said Garak “How are you today?”
“I’m fine,” replied Bashir, “But Garak, why are you just standing around out here? Is something wrong inside your shop?”
Garak smiled, “Have you been inside my shop recently, Doctor?”
“No, but what does that have to do with anything?” asked Bashir.
“Perhaps you should have a look inside, it just might answer your question.” responded Garak.
Bashir stuck his head into the shop and looked around at the miniature blizzard inside; the counter sat half-buried in a massive snow drift. The coats and dresses on the racks blew wildly in the wind.
“Looks like Renna really did a number on you this time.” said Bashir laughing. “Though, it’s not as if you didn’t have it coming after what you did to her replicator last week.”
Garak laughed in remembrance.
“Do you have any idea how she did this?” asked Bashir gesturing at the frigid scene inside the shop.
“As far as I can tell she merely reprogrammed the holoemitters in the shop to recreate this scene, however she planted a number of safeguards to prevent anyone else from deactivating the program.” said Garak. “Some of them are really quite ingenious.”
Just then Renna came up to where Garak and Bashir stood. “Good morning Doctor, Garak.” she said. “What’s going on?”
Garak’s expression abruptly darkened. He pursed his lips and refused to answer.
Bashir glanced at Garak briefly, and then asked, “Have you been inside the shop this morning?”
Renna shook her head, “No, why?”
Garak’s eyes narrowed, and he pointedly turned away from Renna, “As if you didn’t know.”
Renna stuck her head inside the shop, “Well, would you look at that.” She said almost to herself. “You know, it almost reminds me of home.”
Garak folded his arms across his chest, “Well, what exactly do you propose to do about it?” he demanded.
Renna grinned, “I think it can be fixed easily enough.” Renna raised her voice, “Computer end program, Tailor Shop, authorization Gamma-Niner-Six-Two-Five-Seven-Alpha.”
The snowstorm inside the shop abruptly ceased, leaving only a chill in the room, filled with random piles of fallen suits and dresses, and racks full of windblown and disheveled articles of clothing.
Renna turned to Garak, slipping her arm through his, “Come on Elim, let’s go to the Replimat and thaw out with something hot to drink while the shop heats up.” said Renna with a laugh. “See you later, Julian.”

Admiral Janeway sighed as she looked at the pile of padds covering her desk. Picking one up she skimmed the report it contained on the continued attacks on civilian vessels, by an unknown enemy. Things seemed so much simpler when I was a captain. I was in middle of everything, and I could actually do something, instead of just watching helpless from a distance. Janeway glanced at the schematic of Voyager prominently displayed on one wall of her office. Now Voyager has a new captain, and she’s sailing on without me. Janeway rose from her chair and walked over to the replicator. “Coffee, black.” she said, watching as the replicator activated delivering her mug of coffee in a swirl of golden light. I know Chakotay will take good care of her, but I still miss being out there with her. I’d always heard former captains say that there is nothing like commanding a starship, but I never realized just how true it was. Leaning back in her chair Janeway sipped from her mug and grinned ruefully reaching for another padd, If nothing else there was a lot less paperwork.

Renna and Garak sat in the Replimat drinking tea while they waited for the tailor shop to warm back up to normal temperature. A frowning and stonily silent Garak sat across the table from Renna, his hands cupped around a steaming mug of red leaf tea. “So I reprogrammed the computer in your quarters to only respond to commands spoken in Klingon.” continued Renna as she took a sip from her mug of icoberry tea. “And in return you reprogrammed my sonic shower to play Cardassian operas. Even when I wasn’t trying to use it. And it took Chief O’Brien a week to fix.” Renna grimaced slightly in remembrance. “Or how about the time you turned off the gravity in my quarters?” laughed Renna, “And I decided to leave it off until you showed up to fix it. I don’t think I’d ever seen your face turn quite that shade of gray before. But that was only after I planted a bug in the comm system of your workshop. It wasn’t my fault you picked that day to serenade the entire Promenade.” Still sullen and silent, Garak eyed Renna over the edge of his mug of red leaf tea. Finally after a long moment Garak allowed the smile he had been repressing to surface. Seeing Garak’s smile Renna leaned back in her chair with an air of satisfaction. “After all you wouldn’t enjoy these pranks half as much if you didn’t have someone who would try to get back at you for them.”
“I suppose that’s true.” laughed Garak.
Renna drank the last of her icoberry tea and stood, “Come on we’d better get back to work. The shop should be warmed back up by now.”