She looked up at the night sky, like she had done every night since they had become shipwrecked on this unchartered planet in the Gamma Quadrant. It had been three years since their shuttle was pulled into the wormhole that had suddenly jumped out at them, on their way back from a medical conference on Omicron Ceti III. It was only the sheer flying talents of her sole companion and then the kindness of the beings they now shared their lives with that allowed them to survive. It was mid-winter now, and the night air was chilly. She cocooned herself tighter in a heavy pelt cover as she looked out into the horizon and up above it.
Beverly had always been amazed by the clarity of the stars over head. The sky was littered with them. Not to mention how breathtaking the night fall could be with the effect both she and her other castaway had dubbed the northern lights, named so because of their effect on the northern most sky above. Tonight the stars seemed especially bright as she watched a single shooting star. As she did many other times she saw a shooting star she made a wish.
Over the course of the time they had been here, her wish had changed, first she had wished they would be rescued. That particular wish had taken quite some time to be replaced by another that would come true. That wish had bright red hair with soft brown eyes and slept soundly in yurt, on a bed of soft furs along side his father. How simply rewarding their once complex life had turned, had anyone told her four years ago, she would be the chief healer and extremely revered among a group of primitive nomads on a planet in the far reaches of the Gamma Quadrant she would call them a liar. Now, she was grateful for what fate had dealt her.
"Making wishes again Beverly?" The stoic voice of her lover and mate called from the opening of the yurt as he moved closer to her. He took his position at her right side and ever so slightly behind as was proper in this matriarchal nomad society.
She smiled at him as she turned to look into his hazel orbs under the watchful eyes of the heavens. Beverly had been amazed how easy Jean-Luc had managed to go from leader to being lead. Though she often teased him in privacy, she had been leading him for years.
Beverly opened her covering for him to share and waited as he moved closer to her. She rested a sleepy head on his shoulder and looked up at the star filled sky "yes, and this timeā¦I wished for something with bright blue eyes and soft brown hair." She took hold of his hand and rested it on the tiny bump in her abdomen, where their second child grew.
