Post Encounter at Farpoint
Dr. Beverly Crusher sat across from her captain going over the last of his tests, making notes as necessary.
"So, do I pass?" Picard asked testily, his duty physical being one of the worst parts of being a Starfleet officer. The only plus side of the whole ordeal was spending a few moments with his new chief medical officer. He watched her as inconspicuously as possible. They'd been serving on the same ship for almost a week now and he was just as besotted with her as he'd been when he'd known her all those years ago. She was smart, compassionate and the most beautiful woman he'd ever known. He realized that the best he could hope for was to recapture some of the friendship they'd once shared, before the tragedies that had necessitated his distance, but that didn't make the heat that he felt in his core when he was with her dissipate an faster.
Beverly looked up and smiled at him, finally answering, "Well, Captain, physically, you are in just as good a shape as you were the day we met."
"Good, Good," he said, pulling his tunic down and standing in front of her desk. "I was afraid you weren't done with me."
She smiled again, only this time it was different and he remembered this was the smile that accompanied the mischief in her eyes, "Oh, I didn't say I was done with you."
He looked at her, knowing his confusion was written all over his face.
"But you can go back to the bridge," she answered, leaning back in her chair with her hands in her lap.
Picard turned to go but not before turning back to look at her again. She was still sitting there smiling that smile. Finally he turned to go.
Merde. Yep, still in love with her.