AUTHOR: Jennifer Rae Crusher (Kate's Trekfic penname)
TITLE: At the Midnight Hour
EMAIL: Enigma806@aol.com, jennifer_crusher@startrekmail.com
RATING: G
SUMMARY: Beverly realizes that her new baby isn't the ONLY one she has to worry about sometimes.
CATEGORY: Humor, more or less. Anything else that may apply. P/C
DISCLAIMER: Paramount owns everything, and so on and so forth, I don't feel like being sued today, blah, blah, blah. :-)
ARCHIVE/DISTRIBUTION: Sure, let me have the link if you wanna post it.
NOTES: The idea for this came when my friend Samuel Kurgan and I were joking about the TNG crew's baby days--actually, the idea was a Q story where those days were relived. The idea was eventually given up on, but we had to think...just imagine the possibilities if you allowed a little out of character interaction. It's a mindless little piece of fluff, but enjoy. :) BTW, the baby, Andrew, is from another fic of mine. As you'll figure out, he's Picard and Beverly's kid.
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At the Midnight Hour
"Beverly?"
"Hmmm?"
"What time is it?"
"About 2:00"--(sigh)--"in the morning. Go back to sleep."
"Did you feed the baby?"
"Hmmm?"
"I said, did you feed the baby yet?"
"About 3 hours ago. Go back to sleep."
"Didn't he wake up yet?"
"No."
"But he usually wakes up by 2:00. You think he's all right?"
"I'm sure he's fine!"
"But..."
"Jean-Luc! He's TWO MONTHS OLD! He's NOT on a freaking SCHEDULE! Go back to SLEEP!"
"Okay." Long pause. "I can't hear him breathing."
*Author's note: As a friend of mine once said, this is the point when you slap some sense into the guy. :-)*
Beverly sighs heavily. She's tired and she doesn't feel like dealing with this.
"He's breathing, dear. TRUST ME."
"But I can't hear him."
"He's BREATHING. Quit being so paranoid."
"Beverly, paranoia is nothing more than a heightened awareness of the senses."
"Then quit being so heightened-ly aware!"
Picard considers this.
"Okay, fine. But I'm going to go check on him."
"Don't. He's asleep. He's fine."
"I'm going to go check on him."
Jean-Luc gets up, crossing to the baby's crib across the room. Beverly rolls her eyes, then buries her head in the pillow, hoping to get some sleep before their son DOES wake up. Jack leans over the crib, then picks Andrew up. The baby wakes up and starts crying. Picard shrugs.
"Well, Beverly, you were right. He's still breathing. He's fine."
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Well, that's all for now. I might do a couple more of these (like a series of sorts), only using different people. In any case, keep watching. :-P
Kate
**Okay, another adaptation on the old Borg joke about what song Picard's been dreaming of every night since his assimilation: "BORG to be Wild". ;-) Of course, my personal favorite remains "BORG in the U.S.S"**
The End. Really.
TITLE: At the Midnight Hour
EMAIL: Enigma806@aol.com, jennifer_crusher@startrekmail.com
RATING: G
SUMMARY: Beverly realizes that her new baby isn't the ONLY one she has to worry about sometimes.
CATEGORY: Humor, more or less. Anything else that may apply. P/C
DISCLAIMER: Paramount owns everything, and so on and so forth, I don't feel like being sued today, blah, blah, blah. :-)
ARCHIVE/DISTRIBUTION: Sure, let me have the link if you wanna post it.
NOTES: The idea for this came when my friend Samuel Kurgan and I were joking about the TNG crew's baby days--actually, the idea was a Q story where those days were relived. The idea was eventually given up on, but we had to think...just imagine the possibilities if you allowed a little out of character interaction. It's a mindless little piece of fluff, but enjoy. :) BTW, the baby, Andrew, is from another fic of mine. As you'll figure out, he's Picard and Beverly's kid.
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At the Midnight Hour
"Beverly?"
"Hmmm?"
"What time is it?"
"About 2:00"--(sigh)--"in the morning. Go back to sleep."
"Did you feed the baby?"
"Hmmm?"
"I said, did you feed the baby yet?"
"About 3 hours ago. Go back to sleep."
"Didn't he wake up yet?"
"No."
"But he usually wakes up by 2:00. You think he's all right?"
"I'm sure he's fine!"
"But..."
"Jean-Luc! He's TWO MONTHS OLD! He's NOT on a freaking SCHEDULE! Go back to SLEEP!"
"Okay." Long pause. "I can't hear him breathing."
*Author's note: As a friend of mine once said, this is the point when you slap some sense into the guy. :-)*
Beverly sighs heavily. She's tired and she doesn't feel like dealing with this.
"He's breathing, dear. TRUST ME."
"But I can't hear him."
"He's BREATHING. Quit being so paranoid."
"Beverly, paranoia is nothing more than a heightened awareness of the senses."
"Then quit being so heightened-ly aware!"
Picard considers this.
"Okay, fine. But I'm going to go check on him."
"Don't. He's asleep. He's fine."
"I'm going to go check on him."
Jean-Luc gets up, crossing to the baby's crib across the room. Beverly rolls her eyes, then buries her head in the pillow, hoping to get some sleep before their son DOES wake up. Jack leans over the crib, then picks Andrew up. The baby wakes up and starts crying. Picard shrugs.
"Well, Beverly, you were right. He's still breathing. He's fine."
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Well, that's all for now. I might do a couple more of these (like a series of sorts), only using different people. In any case, keep watching. :-P
Kate
**Okay, another adaptation on the old Borg joke about what song Picard's been dreaming of every night since his assimilation: "BORG to be Wild". ;-) Of course, my personal favorite remains "BORG in the U.S.S"**
The End. Really.