Author's note: I wrote this in the eighth grade and just recently found it and fixed it up a little. Let me know what you think by leaving a review.
Beverly's pov during Gambit before they discover that Picard is alive.
No! He can't be dead. He isn't, I'll find him, we'll find him. I won't give up. Neither will Will.
What will I do, if he's really gone? How can I stay on the Enterprise when everything reminds me of him.
How can I eat breakfast without him? How can I ever accept that he's gone?
Deanna asked me to speak at his memorial service, since I've known him the longest.
What can I say about Jean-luc Picard? He was always the one to deliver the earth shattering speeches, not me.
I haven't slept or eaten in days. My staff is starting to worry. As I sit, staring at the screen on my desk,
trying to think of something to say. I wonder, if he is still alive is he in danger? Pain? Fear?
Dr. Selar is now standing in front of me rattling off about how logically I need rest and sustenance.
She's probably right. I sigh and nod my head. Then I get up and start walking to my quarters, slowly,
completely oblivious to everyone around me.
I go to my quarters and cry for the first time since we found out. I cry myself to sleep. In the morning
I don't feel very rested, but I go back to sickbay anyway. Other people will need my help but hopefully
none of them are suffering from a heartbreak like mine, I fear I must figure out how to cure mine first.
If anything, I can look for a way that he is alive. I don't know if I'll ever be able to accept his death
but just in case he is … gone.
Rest in peace, my love.