Ultimate Sacrifice
PG- Blood. Remember to have a handkerchief. *sniff*
Beverly watched as the small shuttle left the ship. A tear fell from her eye. There was nothing that could be done for him now. Captain Jean- Luc Picard had offered himself as a sacrifice so that his crew could safely return to Federation space. The Klingons had turned against the Federation, holding any ship that happened to be in their space at the time hostage. The Enterprise had been in Klingon space then, going for a rendezvous with the Klingon leader. They had encircled the Enterprise with their most formidable warships. There was no way that they could escape.
The Klingons encircled the Repulse IV, the name of the small shuttle that the captain was piloting. She was in the meeting room, looking out of the window. She had asked to be left alone as she watched his ship go over to the huge warships. It was like a tiny kitten trying to intimidate a group of Irish Wolfhounds. She could almost hear the cruel, triumphant laughter of the Klingon captains in the vessels. They finally had the most famous man of his time in their grasp, but unbeknownst to all, he had packed all the explosives he could into the tiny ship.
The captain seemed to be looking right at her as he triggered the self- destruct sequence on the shuttle.
The craft exploded violently, and she almost heard him whisper "I'm sorry, Beverly." as it did. The explosion destroyed most of the Klingon ships, crippling the surviving ones. It rocked the Enterprise, almost throwing the doctor off of her feet. They warped out of there, but she still stared out of the window as if hoping to see his ship appearing, with a still- alive Picard inside.
She felt as if there were tight cords constricting her chest, making it impossible to breathe. She sank to her knees, absolutely defeated. Her mind was numb. She had just witnessed the death of the only man she had ever loved after Jack, her fist husband. The engagement ring on her finger was a shining reminder that her fiancée was dead.
Dead. Dead. Dead!
"Nooooooooo!" She howled at everyone, and yet, no one.She managed to stagger back to her quarters, where she sat, skin ghostly white. It was like her soul had died with him. She was a shell of her former self.
I can't go on!
Her door beeped, but she ignored it."Beverly? Can I come in?"
She didn't answer Deanna. She couldn't speak. She couldn't breathe. Desperately, she reached for her replicator.
I have to end the pain!
A huge knife appeared, and she grabbed it desperately, as Deanna used the override to enter her quarters."No, Beverly!" Deanna ran over to her, trying to grab the knife from her hands.
Too late, Beverly plunged the knife deep into her chest. She barely noticed the pain, barely noticed it when Deanna cried out, and grabbed at her. She was gasping; the knife in her chest was almost long enough to poke out of her back.
Beverly managed to get a whisper through her lips. "I'm sorry… I have to go to him…"
Deanna started sobbing as her best friend died in her arms. Beverly's blood soaked her uniform and the carpet around her. Deanna didn't care. The only thing that she could think about was that her best friend had died.
Jean- Luc, did you do more harm than good?
Author: Gsnaith (Rika)
Copyright: This story belongs to me, though the character names belong to Paramount Pictures. This story is not intended to be used to make money.
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"May I be forgiven… For what I must do!"
"Two souls with a single thought, two hearts that beat as one."