The Picard Family
The following story line is mine. Don't try to copy it cause I'll get mad
In a like vain, Star Trek The Next Generation and all characters are the sole property of someone other than me. Enjoy!
Captain Jean-Luc Picard sat in his quarters, sipping his tea and reading Shakespeare's "Much Ado About Nothing". It was not his normal read, he preferred the tragedies, but strangely enough his tastes this morning had run towards the comical. He was awaiting Beverly's arrival so that he could break his fast. He was starving. He had woken an entire hour earlier than usual and was surprised to realize it was his hunger that had woken him. He had spent two hours the night before doing calisthenics with Mr. Data in the holideck, which was very likely why his body was so depleted.
Finally, a chime announced someone at the door.
"Come!"
"Good morning, Jean-Luc" Beverly greeted him cheerfully. Jean-Luc rose to get her a cup of tea as well and to order their croissants.
"Good morning" he replied, "I've been waiting" He smiled back at her as the replicator produced their breakfast.
"Oh?
"Mmm. My stomach woke me an hour early" he told her, handing her her breakfast.
"You were so hungry you woke up an hour early?" Beverly almost stared at him she was so surprised. He grinned and sat down.
"I spent the evening in the holideck with Mr. Data" he explained, "Doing calisthenics"
"Ah! I see" Beverly chuckled and the two enjoyed their breakfast together, Jean-Luc heartily. The Enterprise was doing one of those boring, routine mapping missions that very often ended up as some daring rescue attempt or close encounter with a very powerful foe. The days had passed slowly, and now that the mission was almost at an end, Jean-Luc was beginning to think this mission may pass without any kind of mishap or strange happening.
"Which" Will retorted when the Captain had voiced the thought, "Would be odd in and of itself" Jean-Luc had chuckled at his first officer and returned his attention to the end of the week reports that the various stations had been making. It didn't take him long to finish looking through all of them. He filed them all away and studied the main viewer, which was displaying stars, nothing abnormal or of note. Jean-Luc almost felt like tapping his fingers on his armrest. A peculiar sort of ennui was settling in his chest and he did not appreciate the feeling. He should be glad he was not being faced with any life threatening decisions or imprecise decisions. Instead, he found himself wishing for a little excitement. He was tired of sitting in his chair, just waiting for something to happen, reading his reports and making his logs.
At the end of the day though, he found himself sending his final report to Starfleet Command and requesting the information for their next mission. He shut off his computer console and left his ready room. His shift was over.
"You have the bridge, Commander"
"Aye, sir" Troi replied. Jean-Luc gave her a smile. He knew she loved to sit the night watch, even if she was tired the next morning. She was like a giddy school child with a piece of candy to savor. He again smiled at the thought as the turbolift doors shut and whirled him off towards Beverly's quarters. He was to pick her up so they could attend another one of Mr. Data's attempts at social integration. This time, thankfully, he was not going to be forced to listen to dozens of the Commander's poems. Nor was it a musical concert, though Jean-Luc rather enjoyed those. Instead, Data had decided to display some of his artwork in the gallery. It was opening night for the exhibition and the Captain had promised he would attend. He assumed the rest of the command crew had made similar promises. Data usually procured them weeks in advance.
Perhaps, Jean-Luc considered, someone ought to tell Data he was a little too eager sometimes. But he knew the comment would go over Data's head and so it would do no good.
The turbolift opened and Jean-Luc went a short way down the corridor to Beverly's quarters. He chimed.
"Come in!" her somewhere-between-alto-and-soprano voice beckoned him. The doors opened for him and he crossed the threshold into a room which was distinctly Beverly Howard-Crusher. She had exchanged her old quarters for smaller ones, not having Wesley living with her anymore had diminished the need for any extra space.
"Ah, Jean-Luc!" she greeted him from in front of her mirror, "I'll be ready in a minute" She was pinning her hair back. Jean-Luc tried to watch without appearing to do so. He found it fascinating to watch her do simple things, such as pinning her hair back, things that were lost in the mysteries of women, and perhaps, married life. The way she smoothed her top down even though there were no wrinkles in it, the way she always opened her mouth when she was putting her eyeliner on or how she dusted the top of a music box as she passed by, seemingly without even realizing it. All just part of being a woman, the woman she was.
He shook his head as he held out his arm for her and she wrapped her own about it. They arrived in the art gallery just a bit late, missing the unveiling and, hopefully, a good portion of any speech Data might have made.
"I like it" Jean-Luc's attention was drawn to the sound of Guinan's voice. She was standing in front of a large painting, about 4 foot by 3 foot, with Data. It almost appeared to be a finger-painting, the colors swirled and heaped on top of each other.
"This is my interpretation of the chemical workings of the human mind and how they combine and separate to formulate specific messages for each function of the body" Data explained. Guinan nodded.
"I like the purple" she told him, and smiled when he appeared to be confused. Jean-Luc caught her gaze from across the room and gave her a smile. He knew exactly what she was thinking.
He and Beverly circled the room, saying hello to various crewman, stopping for a moment next to Will and Geordi who were both looking as if they were trying to avoid Data, and soon enough finding themselves congratulating the artist himself.
"They are truly magnificent, Mr. Data" Jean-Luc told his android friend. Though Data technically had no emotions, the Captain often found that his science officer had a definite lack of self-confidence, mostly in the area of socialization.
"Thank you Captain" Data replied.
"They're lovely, Data" Beverly added, "Very expressive"
"Thank you, Doctor. I am glad you found them so" Data looked well and truly pleased with himself.
"Well, if you'll excuse us" Jean-Luc nodded at their "host".
"Of course, sir. Thank you for attending" Data nodded back and then headed off in the direction that Will and Geordi were last occupying. Beverly laughed as she watched him go and Jean-Luc escorted her back to her quarters.
"Good night, Jean-Luc" she said and then the doors closed behind her. Jean-Luc smiled to himself, contented with the day, and made his way back to his own quarters where he took a quick shower and then sat down to finish "Much Ado About Nothing" over a cup of Earl Grey.
Later, in the mists of his dreams and through the fog of unconsciousness, he heard a familiar voice, one which he was not particularly pleased to hear.
"Hello, Jean-Luc" Fighting his sleep, the Captain tried to figure out what was going on. All that would come to his sleep ridden mind, however, was a name. A name which in itself spelled out disaster, annoyance and confusion.
"Q"
The following story line is mine. Don't try to copy it cause I'll get mad
In a like vain, Star Trek The Next Generation and all characters are the sole property of someone other than me. Enjoy!
Captain Jean-Luc Picard sat in his quarters, sipping his tea and reading Shakespeare's "Much Ado About Nothing". It was not his normal read, he preferred the tragedies, but strangely enough his tastes this morning had run towards the comical. He was awaiting Beverly's arrival so that he could break his fast. He was starving. He had woken an entire hour earlier than usual and was surprised to realize it was his hunger that had woken him. He had spent two hours the night before doing calisthenics with Mr. Data in the holideck, which was very likely why his body was so depleted.
Finally, a chime announced someone at the door.
"Come!"
"Good morning, Jean-Luc" Beverly greeted him cheerfully. Jean-Luc rose to get her a cup of tea as well and to order their croissants.
"Good morning" he replied, "I've been waiting" He smiled back at her as the replicator produced their breakfast.
"Oh?
"Mmm. My stomach woke me an hour early" he told her, handing her her breakfast.
"You were so hungry you woke up an hour early?" Beverly almost stared at him she was so surprised. He grinned and sat down.
"I spent the evening in the holideck with Mr. Data" he explained, "Doing calisthenics"
"Ah! I see" Beverly chuckled and the two enjoyed their breakfast together, Jean-Luc heartily. The Enterprise was doing one of those boring, routine mapping missions that very often ended up as some daring rescue attempt or close encounter with a very powerful foe. The days had passed slowly, and now that the mission was almost at an end, Jean-Luc was beginning to think this mission may pass without any kind of mishap or strange happening.
"Which" Will retorted when the Captain had voiced the thought, "Would be odd in and of itself" Jean-Luc had chuckled at his first officer and returned his attention to the end of the week reports that the various stations had been making. It didn't take him long to finish looking through all of them. He filed them all away and studied the main viewer, which was displaying stars, nothing abnormal or of note. Jean-Luc almost felt like tapping his fingers on his armrest. A peculiar sort of ennui was settling in his chest and he did not appreciate the feeling. He should be glad he was not being faced with any life threatening decisions or imprecise decisions. Instead, he found himself wishing for a little excitement. He was tired of sitting in his chair, just waiting for something to happen, reading his reports and making his logs.
At the end of the day though, he found himself sending his final report to Starfleet Command and requesting the information for their next mission. He shut off his computer console and left his ready room. His shift was over.
"You have the bridge, Commander"
"Aye, sir" Troi replied. Jean-Luc gave her a smile. He knew she loved to sit the night watch, even if she was tired the next morning. She was like a giddy school child with a piece of candy to savor. He again smiled at the thought as the turbolift doors shut and whirled him off towards Beverly's quarters. He was to pick her up so they could attend another one of Mr. Data's attempts at social integration. This time, thankfully, he was not going to be forced to listen to dozens of the Commander's poems. Nor was it a musical concert, though Jean-Luc rather enjoyed those. Instead, Data had decided to display some of his artwork in the gallery. It was opening night for the exhibition and the Captain had promised he would attend. He assumed the rest of the command crew had made similar promises. Data usually procured them weeks in advance.
Perhaps, Jean-Luc considered, someone ought to tell Data he was a little too eager sometimes. But he knew the comment would go over Data's head and so it would do no good.
The turbolift opened and Jean-Luc went a short way down the corridor to Beverly's quarters. He chimed.
"Come in!" her somewhere-between-alto-and-soprano voice beckoned him. The doors opened for him and he crossed the threshold into a room which was distinctly Beverly Howard-Crusher. She had exchanged her old quarters for smaller ones, not having Wesley living with her anymore had diminished the need for any extra space.
"Ah, Jean-Luc!" she greeted him from in front of her mirror, "I'll be ready in a minute" She was pinning her hair back. Jean-Luc tried to watch without appearing to do so. He found it fascinating to watch her do simple things, such as pinning her hair back, things that were lost in the mysteries of women, and perhaps, married life. The way she smoothed her top down even though there were no wrinkles in it, the way she always opened her mouth when she was putting her eyeliner on or how she dusted the top of a music box as she passed by, seemingly without even realizing it. All just part of being a woman, the woman she was.
He shook his head as he held out his arm for her and she wrapped her own about it. They arrived in the art gallery just a bit late, missing the unveiling and, hopefully, a good portion of any speech Data might have made.
"I like it" Jean-Luc's attention was drawn to the sound of Guinan's voice. She was standing in front of a large painting, about 4 foot by 3 foot, with Data. It almost appeared to be a finger-painting, the colors swirled and heaped on top of each other.
"This is my interpretation of the chemical workings of the human mind and how they combine and separate to formulate specific messages for each function of the body" Data explained. Guinan nodded.
"I like the purple" she told him, and smiled when he appeared to be confused. Jean-Luc caught her gaze from across the room and gave her a smile. He knew exactly what she was thinking.
He and Beverly circled the room, saying hello to various crewman, stopping for a moment next to Will and Geordi who were both looking as if they were trying to avoid Data, and soon enough finding themselves congratulating the artist himself.
"They are truly magnificent, Mr. Data" Jean-Luc told his android friend. Though Data technically had no emotions, the Captain often found that his science officer had a definite lack of self-confidence, mostly in the area of socialization.
"Thank you Captain" Data replied.
"They're lovely, Data" Beverly added, "Very expressive"
"Thank you, Doctor. I am glad you found them so" Data looked well and truly pleased with himself.
"Well, if you'll excuse us" Jean-Luc nodded at their "host".
"Of course, sir. Thank you for attending" Data nodded back and then headed off in the direction that Will and Geordi were last occupying. Beverly laughed as she watched him go and Jean-Luc escorted her back to her quarters.
"Good night, Jean-Luc" she said and then the doors closed behind her. Jean-Luc smiled to himself, contented with the day, and made his way back to his own quarters where he took a quick shower and then sat down to finish "Much Ado About Nothing" over a cup of Earl Grey.
Later, in the mists of his dreams and through the fog of unconsciousness, he heard a familiar voice, one which he was not particularly pleased to hear.
"Hello, Jean-Luc" Fighting his sleep, the Captain tried to figure out what was going on. All that would come to his sleep ridden mind, however, was a name. A name which in itself spelled out disaster, annoyance and confusion.
"Q"