A/N- here is three songs that I have turned into the story things. Some of them are not very good I know, but here they are all raw and straight from the brain. So hope you enjoy!
PS- all of them are from Robbie Williams' Swing while your Winning CD. They just touched me so much. Or else they just screamed to me 'P/C STORY'.
PPS- I was planning to put them all as separate one but thought other wise of it, and joined them together.
A/N- this is my first song story thing and I'm sorry if it's a bit, well, bad but mostly it's just the idea of it. Pease R R, even if it's bad.Something Stupid-
I know I stand in line until you think you can spend an evening with me,
It had been a busy time on the USS Enterprise and it had been even longer since the Captain and his CMO had shared dinner. It was a nice change even if it was at the biggest social event of the Federation.
And if we go some place to dance I know that there's a chance you won't be leaving with me,
He took her by the hand and led her to the dance floor. He kept her close not wanting anyone to cut in and take her away from him. The dress she had worn drove him craze. It showed off all the rights part of her body and covered just enough to send the imagination wild.
Then afterward we drop into a quiet little place and have a drink or two,
After the party was over they stopped by Ten-forward to a couple more drinks and a chat.
And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like I love you,
They had been quietly chatting when suddenly Jean-Luc said, "I love you."
Beverly looked at him in surprise. "Do you? Do you really love me?"
I can see it in your eyes you still despise the same old lies you heard the night before,
It had only been yesterday that they had caught the spy onboard, who had been using Beverly to hide his identity. He had convinced her that he loved her and had sparked a love in her for him.
And though it's just I line to you for me it's true it never seemed so right before,
He didn't know how to show her that he had always loved her. His mind went blank. He still couldn't believe that he had just told her how he felt about her.
When he didn't respond, she stood and thanked him for a wonderful evening and returned to her quarters.
I practice every day to find some clever lines to say to make the meaning come true,
He looked through all of his poetry but couldn't find any that spoke of his love for her. He spent days just sitting in his ready room rehearsing ways to say show her how much he really cared. It was all-pointless anyway; as soon as her eyes met his she took his breath away.
But then I think I'll wait until the evening gets late and I'm alone with you,
They were meeting to have dinner like they always did. It had been nearly a week since he had said those 3 little words. She was starting to wonder if he had even spoke those words of affection.
The time is right your perfume fills my head the stars get red and all the nights so blue,
She was stunning, as always, and they went to the holo-deck for their meal. The scene was breath taking. Jean-Luc had spent 2 hours looking for just the right place. It was a candle lit dinner in the middle of an open grassland, the sun was just setting of in the distance and it created a wonderful mix of orange and yellow across the sky.
When they had finished dinner, they moved to a blanket, which was placed there so they could stair up at the stars that were now appearing above their heads. Jean-Luc looks over at her, her perfume surrounded him. He opened his mouth to speakā¦
And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like I love you,
"I love you so much Beverly. I have spent days just thinking of how to show how much I love you, but nothing comes close to how deep and wholly my heart cares for you."
She turned to look at him; her eyes were filled with tears. "I was beginning to think I had just imagined you saying that a week ago." She moved closer so that she could lean her head on his shoulder. Jean-Luc moved so she could rest fully on him. "I love you too Jean-Luc," she said quietly to him. Jean-Luc pulled her face up to look in to her eyes. What he saw there reassured what she had just said.
Not wanting to waist another moment, Jean-Luc found a way to show her his love. Their lips met and the flames of their love grew as the kisses became more passionate.
A/N- this one is set after Beverly has died. But I didn't use any name because it could be used for any couple really. Well enjoy, I hope!Things-
Every night I sit here by my window,
Staring at the lonely avenue,
He had been sitting there for days, loosing track of time. He just stairs out at the avenue that had once made him happy, and now it was only a memory. It had once been the place that they had happily wondered down. They had been just as happy as the people he was watching now.
Watch lover holding hands and laughing,
Thinking about the things we use to do,
One woman's laugh sounded so much like hers; it almost made him think that she was back. But as the couple drew closer her saw that she looked nothing like her. He knew it wasn't possible for her to be here, but he could help but feel disappointed when he saw it wasn't her. All he had left was the memory.
Think about things- like a walk in the park,
Things- like a kiss in the dark,
Things- like a silver bride,
What about the night we cry,
The romantic late night walks in the holo-deck's parks; as they softly talked or just enjoyed each other company, enjoyed the love they had for each other. Or when they kissed in the darkness of one of their quarters, and showed their undying love. The little plans they had made for their wedding, which would never happen. The way they could just turn to each other when something horrible happened, and they would support the other, no matter what.
Things- like a lover vow,
Things- that we don't do now
Thinking about the things we use to.
All he had now was the memory of her, and the love that he knew would never die. He remembered the words she had softly whispered to him in the night or when he just needed her. The words that he wouldn't hear come from her beautiful lips ever again.
Memories all I have to cling to,
And heartache are the friends I'm talking to,
All he had left was the heartache, and the horrific memory of how she had died. The way the disease had snuck up her, the way it slowly killed her from the inside and the helplessness he felt for not being able to do anything to help her. The unknown disease had slowly killed her over one tortuous week. All he could do was sit and watch, waiting for her to die.
But I think about just how much I love you,
I'm thinking about the things we use to do,
As he remained in his seat the love her has for her still burning inside of him, his heart clinging to the happy memories of her. She might been gone, but her memory would never die as long as he was alive he was going to continue loving her.
Still can hear the jukebox softly playing,
And the face each day I see belongs to you,
His eyes filled with water, as the song that had played as they danced the night before the disease hit her went through his head. The song would always haunt him. The face he woke every morning to was the memory of hers. Nothing he did could take her loving and kind smiling face from his memory first thing in the morning.
But there's not a single sound,
And there's no body else around,
You got me thinking about the things we use to do.
The house was so silent without her laughter to fill it and no visited anymore, he wasn't much company now. He was only half a person, the better half gone, never to return.
A/N- this is set during a time when Picard is being torturing, by who I don't care. Sorry if it's bad or anything. Please R R. Enjoy!They can't take that away from me-
The way you wear your hat,
The way you sip your tea,
The memory of all that,
No-no they can't take that away from me,
He refused to look up the man who was standing above him. He closed his eyes not wanting to forget her. Her face, her beautiful red hair, her loving blue eyes. The way she would argue with him over trivial things, during their breakfasts.
The man asked him something, he didn't respond. A wave of pain swept through him for his absence of an answer. They had been torturing him all day, but his mind left her.
The way your smile just beams,
The way you sing off key,
The way you haunt my dreams,
Oh-no they can't take that away from me,
The thought of her smile sent a warm tingle through his exhausted body, the mischievousness that she could hide in it. The more he thought of her the more strength he felt rise in him. The way her smell still lingered with him, and brought back the memories of dreams he'd had of her. Slowly a smile formed on his face.
This, unfortunately, didn't make his captors very happy. So the next day they would intensify the torture.
We may never, never meet again on this bumpy road to love,
Still I'll always, always keep the memory of,
He my never have had the courage to tell her his feelings, but that wouldn't stop him from dreaming. Wouldn't stop him loving her with every fiber of his being. No one would ever even come close to her.
The torture intensified, but it didn't break his spirit. Death drew closer, and he still refused to yield.
The way you hold your knife,
The way we dance till three,
The way you changed my life,
Oh-no they can't take that away from me,
The nights they had shared dinners, and he had kept his feeling bottled up. They way her body moved next to his all the times they danced at the Federation's social get-togethers. The wonderful things that had happened in his life because of her.
No, they wouldn't take that from him. He would keep it his death. The death that was inevitably closing in around him.
Oh-no they can't take that away from me.
With his last breath he called her name "Beverly!" And all that was left was the shell of a man that had loved her with all his heart.
Beverly sat up with a start. She looked around her empty quarters, and the wave realization hit her. Although he had been assumed dead for a long time now, she had known deep down in her heart that he was alive. And ever night she would see his tortured body, weak and needing her, but she couldn't help. He was light years away, and she now knew he was dead. She had heard him call out her name with his last breath. So now she let the feeling she'd bottled up for so long come free. She aloud herself to cry, to cry for the love she had known was there but never felt. For the best friend she'd lost. For the man she in return had loved, with a passion that she never would truly know. Softly she sobbed into her pillow, "I love you Jean-Luc." And some how she knew that he knew.
