My Dear Major

Although this story is technically neither slash nor H/W, it's charmingly nice, and is almost as relevant as Arcady's Garak/Bashir stories. For those not familiar with the show Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, it's a Trek series set on a space station. Two of the important officers on this station are Major Kira Nerys (her surname is Kira) and Security Chief "Constable" Odo, a shapeshifting lifeform who has lived entirely cut off from the rest of his species for most of his life. These are the author's own notes:

(DS9), O/K, [G]
This popped into my head while I was working on a paper: a case of similar chemistries, different fictions.

Title: My Dear Major
Codes: O/K, slight overtones of H/W slash. G rated.
(H/W? Yes. Keep reading.)
Archive: Don't bother.
Disclaimer: not mine, theirs.
Summary: Not much to this -- just a little conversation over Odo's reading materials.

Dedicated to all those who kept the O/K flame held high during the long, dark night before "His Way." You know who you are.

My Dear Major

by Brancher

"You're right. He is a lot like you."

Odo looked up and saw Kira standing before him. He saw the book in her hand, the latest Earth mystery he'd borrowed from Miles' collection. The lean man on its cover stared up at him, and so did she.

"Thank you."

She scowled. "I didn't mean it as a compliment."

"Why not? Even twice translated, the detective work is brilliant."

"Yes, but that's not what I meant."

"Are you disparaging my detective work, Major?"

Her eyes flicked up at him, that swift glance he knew so well. Followed by a small, secret smile. He knew that one well, too, now.

"Not by any means, Constable," she answered him, drawling the name. "But the similarity isn't just in your powers of deduction. You and Holmes are alike in other ways."

He crossed his arms. "Such as?"

She regarded him for a moment, then impulsively reached out and put a hand on his shoulder. "Odo--It was hard to read that book. I know you see Holmes as a hero, but he's--he's so alone. He's so isolated. He thinks of himself as separate from the rest of the human race." She looked up at him, her eyes narrow. "Is that really how you feel?"

Her words stopped him cold. He had never thought of that before. Certainly he had seen himself in the character, but he had never noticed how deep the similarities lay.

"I hadn't realized," he said slowly, with the new candor he was just beginning to taste with her, now that there was nothing unspoken between them. "Perhaps--there was a time when I felt that way. Yes."

Kira shook her head and squeezed his shoulder. He let himself pool up around the pressure of her fingers. For a moment they stood together quietly; then he bent his head to look into her eyes. "Holmes isn't really alone, Nerys. He has Watson, after all."

It was a second before she recognized that he was joking. "Watson? But he's such a--bumbling, obtuse--"

Then she saw the gleam in his eyes.

"'Obtuse', Nerys?"

She smiled and wrapped her other arm around him. "Well, Watson usually did catch on, eventually. If Holmes gave him enough time."

He pulled her close.

"Elementary, my dear Major."

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My Dear Major

by Brancher

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