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[Closed to Captain Picard]
Julian could feel a headache coming on, the tightness in his shoulders and pressure behind his eyes not helping in the least. Apparently he'd forgotten everything he once knew about laying low, not attracting attention--not too much, anyway, he'd always had a bit of a flair for the dramatic and it was generally harmless. And reporting to the Captain the identity of one of their newest passengers wasn't going to help.
He could, easily, reveal Julian's nature--or his un-nature, if you will. The doctor didn't exactly trust Khan not to. The only way to truly prevent his secret coming out at an inopportune time would be to divulge it himself...but he couldn't do that. Captain Picard had no reason to fight for him as Captain Sisko did.
But Julian had a reason to protect the safety of this crew as well, and leaving Khan free, when he was so full of rage and ready to attack anyone who approached him, wouldn't be doing that.
Julian had excused himself after treating Khan's injuries and trying to reassure him that the sky indeed wasn't falling, that he wasn't going to be shuttled off somewhere and left in a dark hole. He hoped that he wasn't wrong. He lets his back thump against the wall outside Sickbay, and taps his commbadge.
"Doctor Bashir to the bridge--I need to speak to Captain Picard, as soon as possible."
Though he is going to make time to go to his quarters and change out of his bloodied tunic first.
[Ten Forward]
After reporting to the Captain--which went about as well as could possibly be expected, for having to inform the man that he had a 400 year old warlord on his ship--Julian had escaped back to Ten Forward, because god but did he need a drink.
He almost requests his customary cup of tea from the replicator before thinking twice and going to the bar, falling into a stool.
Julian could feel a headache coming on, the tightness in his shoulders and pressure behind his eyes not helping in the least. Apparently he'd forgotten everything he once knew about laying low, not attracting attention--not too much, anyway, he'd always had a bit of a flair for the dramatic and it was generally harmless. And reporting to the Captain the identity of one of their newest passengers wasn't going to help.
He could, easily, reveal Julian's nature--or his un-nature, if you will. The doctor didn't exactly trust Khan not to. The only way to truly prevent his secret coming out at an inopportune time would be to divulge it himself...but he couldn't do that. Captain Picard had no reason to fight for him as Captain Sisko did.
But Julian had a reason to protect the safety of this crew as well, and leaving Khan free, when he was so full of rage and ready to attack anyone who approached him, wouldn't be doing that.
Julian had excused himself after treating Khan's injuries and trying to reassure him that the sky indeed wasn't falling, that he wasn't going to be shuttled off somewhere and left in a dark hole. He hoped that he wasn't wrong. He lets his back thump against the wall outside Sickbay, and taps his commbadge.
"Doctor Bashir to the bridge--I need to speak to Captain Picard, as soon as possible."
Though he is going to make time to go to his quarters and change out of his bloodied tunic first.
[Ten Forward]
After reporting to the Captain--which went about as well as could possibly be expected, for having to inform the man that he had a 400 year old warlord on his ship--Julian had escaped back to Ten Forward, because god but did he need a drink.
He almost requests his customary cup of tea from the replicator before thinking twice and going to the bar, falling into a stool.