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by the
returning test results. By the time 15:40 hours had arrived, he was
standing over a vat of bubbling viscous material that would have made
anyone but a medical researcher queasy and poking at a tricorder.
His combadge chittered at him. Absentmindedly, he struck at it,
leaving a streak of the medical stew on his smock as he did so.
"Bashir." His greetings sometimes degenerated when he was
distracted.
Kira was on the other end. "Doctor. There's a shipowner just
docking who'd like a word with you."
And he had almost dropped the tricorder he was holding right into the
vat. "What?" It's her, he repeated to himself, over and over, it's
her, it's her. He gripped the sides of the vat, closing his eyes.
"The ship is called the Ariad. Should I pipe it down to you?"
"Yes!" He steadied his hands, and put down the tricorder. Seconds
passed like centuries --
"Doctor!" It was Miho's voice, Miho's beautiful voice. Still clutching
the sides of the vat, he raised his eyes to the ceiling and sighed in
relief.
"Yes!" he replied.
He could almost hear Miho's smile across the circuit. Then, "My
beautiful doctor," Miho Yabe said to him in a voice filled wit
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