Obviously, I own no rights to Star Trek or its characters. I just borrowing them for a little bit.
Commander William Riker dozed quietly in the captain's chair. Around him, floating the bridge, officers and crewmen alike snickered, unaccustomed to the commander sleeping on the job. Above him, at the tactical post Lt. Worf murmured, in the closest thing as Klingon come to a gossiping-like way, with Chief Engineer Geordi La Forge.
"Why do you think he would be so tired?" asked Geordi sarcastically.
"Obviously, a woman," growled the klingon.
"Obviously," responded the engineer.
"A klingon woman, perhaps?"
"That could do it."
Riker started from his sleep and looked about to see if anyone, especially the captain, had noticed his lapse in consciousness. He rubbed his neck self-consciously. Blinking, the commander watched the view screen. He watched the stars stream by in a never ending stream of boredom. Not that he was necessarily the restless type, especially after last night, but right now he was feeling just a little anxious. Swiveling the monitor closer to him, Riker checked the time. Funny, the captain should have been back by now.
"Jean-Luc, you should be on the bridge," sighed Beverly Crusher, trying to wriggle away, for his own good, dodging his kisses.
The captain was in a mood, a mixture of restlessness and raw need. Eventually he relented, letting his CMO free. Gently he stroked her cheek. Sighing, he rose to his feet.
"You are right of course," he said softly.
Crusher nodded, watching him wriggle back into his uniform jacket. She beckoned him closer and smoothed his uniform. Stealing one final kiss, the medical officer pushed her captain toward the door.
The door whooshed open and Doctor Crusher plopped back onto her couch. She folded her legs underneath her. Twirling her red lock around her index finger, Beverly smiled and thought back to last night and that morning.
Captain Jean-Luc Picard strood in confidently, his stride was little more full than usual of command.
"Any news, Number One," asked the captain, without even acknowledging his tardiness.
"Nothing to report, captain," responded Riker in a matter-of fact tone. He stood and cast a withering eye about the the bridge, daring anyone to contradict him.
With the bridge silent, the captain took his chair. He stared into the view screen. Wordlessly Picard watched the star zoomed by.
"Full stop! Lt. Commander Data, what was that?" asked the captain, snapping to attention.
The android tapped on his monitor furiously.
"An escape pod, captain. Life signs...positive, but weak," he responded, and the bridge crew sprang to action.
"Bridge to Doctor Crusher," barked commander Riker, now in full swing
"Crusher here," came the voice from the communicator.
Captain Picard's heart twanged just a little to hear her voice. He was definitely on edge today and probably was yesterday too.
"Prepare to receive casualties."
"Okay, bridge."
"Riker, to transporter room!"
And so the action began. Within several minutes, a young human female was sitting dazed in the sickbay and the first officer and captain were on their way to meet her.
Commander Riker followed his captain into sickbay. While Picard went to speak to the doctor, Riker went to their visitor. Puffing out his chest, he came to her side and looked down, curios. The teen opened her eyes. Suddenly shocking blue eyes met blue eyes and identical looks of surprise were exchanged.
"D-d-doctor," stammered Riker, fully shaken, "I think we are going to need a DNA test."
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