A/N Hi, guys! This a story about Beverly and Jean-Luc, my second-fave couple in TNG. It is the sister story of The Betazoid Book #1. It follows the same timeline and everything, but all the chapters will be in Beverly's point of view. I will mention which chapter of Betazoid Book it corresponds with.

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Prologue

As I stared out the window of the shuttlecraft, I wondered what in the hell had made me decide to become head of Starfleet Medical.

I had no answers.

As a young girl living with my grandmother, Felisa Howard, I would spend hours looking up at the stars through the white-paneled windows. Nana would call me back to my chores, or over to dinner, but my mind was elsewhere. I knew my destiny was in those stars. The constellations and planets and moons I gazed at while lying in bed at night- they called me, the mystery of them was too much to ignore.

And now that I've finally been where I wanted to be all my life, I was leaving.

When I told the Captain I'd accepted the offer at Starfleet Medical, he formally wished me well and good luck. But I could see that, on the inside, the Jean-Luc I knew was deeply saddened to see his CMO and good friend go. The rest of the crew acted similarly, all except Data, of course, who didn't have emotions, and Worf, who never showed them.

Saying goodbye to Deanna was hard. Since our first mission to Farpoint Station, we had grown closer and closer, until we considered each other a sister. We confided in each other, told secrets, made each other laugh, and were always there for each other. I was sad to leave my good friends behind. All of my friends.

We stood in the transporter room. The Captain and the senior staff stood at attention as formality dictated. I wished formality has let me come down from the transporter pad and hug them all again.

"It's been a pleasure, Doctor." Captain Picard said, breaking the sad silence.

"I've had a wonderful time serving here," I said, struggling to keep my wavering voice under control.

"You'll do great, Beverly," Deanna said, sensing my nervousness.

"Show them how it's done." Will said.

"If anyone threatens your honor, tell them your Klingon friend will fight them and win." Worf promised. I laughed.

"Don't worry, Worf, you would be the first to know."

"I do not predict that would be an appropriate response." Data warned me seriously.

"Data," called Geordi.

"Yes, Commander?"

"Shut up."

"Yes, Commander."

"They're ready for you, Doctor." Called O'Brian from behind the transporter control panel.

"San Francisco awaits." encouraged Captain Picard, pointing at my feet.

"Make sure you go see a jazz concert. San Fran has some of the best jazz clubs around." Will advised.

"Club 47 is pretty cool, too. Go visit the Academy." Geordi told me.

"I'll miss you all." I smiled. It was time to leave. The Captain looked at me for permission and I nodded.

"Energize." He said. I saw the blue streaks of energy and felt my skin tingle before I rematerialized in the shuttle station. Although a whole team of Doctors and other officers awaited my arrival, I had never felt so alone.

A/N Just a short prologue to give you an idea. This is just before S2E1 begins, when we discover why our Dancing Doctor left, and Deanna has an interesting discovery... Let me know what you think and I would LOOOOVE to hear your ideas! Thanks for reading!