A/N: This was my second attempt at fan fiction after I finished Divergence.
I love the Picard and Crusher characters and wanted to do something
relating to the both of them. So, this was my take on it. I wrote this
story about 8 years ago. Please leave a review after you've read- good or
bad.
I own nothing at all to do with the Star trek universe... I'm just playing with the characters for a while.
Prologue
The dark grey clouds loomed ominously overhead as the woman stood waiting. Great masses of swirling gasses closed in on each other blocking out any sun light that might try to sneak past, and causing everything below to go dim, and depressingly colourless. The air was still and calm and carried no far off noises to the ears of anyone who might be listening.
It gradually began to get warmer and darker still as the first rumble of thunder was heard off in the far distance. The woman moved slightly and sighed. She had been waiting for a while now but no matter how hard she tried, she could not remember why she was waiting, but she felt compelled to do so just the same; and so she waited a bit longer.
She looked up at the sky as she felt the first splash of cool rain on her face. It was a welcome sensation as the day had been hot and sticky and it was still very close. She loved the rain, it made her think that it was the Earth's way of cleansing itself of all the badness, and so she listened intently to the drips and splashes around her feeling somewhat content.
The thunder drew closer and gradually louder as the storm set to work. It had been building up to this particular moment in time for days now, and it had finally arrived. The sky opened up and the rain poured down, bouncing back off the ground below with the force of the impact. The woman sighed again letting the rain splash down on her face and feeling the relief that came to her when the storm finally broke. She moved to one side slightly and stood under a large English oak tree. With its thick green foliage it provided plenty of shelter, as the weather became more dismal and bleak.
She looked down towards a pool of water that was forming in the middle of the road.
Road?
What road?
She hadn't remembered a road being there when she came here, but then she hadn't remembered coming here, how she got there, why she was there or indeed where she in fact was. All she knew was that it somehow seemed familiar to her, and she felt compelled to wait.
But for what?
She felt sure that the answers she seeked were not far from her mind.
The thunder rumbled loudly once again as it moved directly above her, and the sharp flash of fork lightening that stabbed at the ground one hundred meters away, made her attention snap back, and her vision to focus on the pool of water once again. She watched as the rain splashed in the puddle, causing rippling effects that moved in concentric circles towards the outside of the pool.
Mesmerizing.
A sharp stab of lightening appeared once again with the thunder rumbling loudly and following closely behind. It lit up the sky with an electrifying charge as the lightening streaked across the evening sky. Was it evening? She thought to herself or was it just dark with the storm?
The rain subsided after about half an hour of the heavy droplets pelting off the ground, the thunder had long since dissipated and the sky had lost all of its electrical charge. It was cold now and the woman began to shiver slightly, she pulled her cloak tightly around her and stepped out from under the tree, moving closer to the pool of water on the road. The water lay still and clear, as she moved closer to it and looked down. Something looked back at her. Her reflection? She studied the image but could not recollect it as being her. Could it be that she had never seen herself before? She could not remember but it did seem unlikely. Nevertheless, she was motivated by curiosity to look again. Sure enough as she moved closer to the water again, the same image reappeared. It must be her; there was no one else here after all.
She moved her hand up to her hair and touched it gently; the reflection did the same. A wisp of hair fell down into her eyes and she brushed it aside absentmindedly, and as though it was a perfectly natural thing for her to do. She studied her reflection. Her hair was a vibrant reddish/orange colour and was quite long, falling about her shoulders in a neat and tidy style. Her eyes were blue and she had a healthy complexion and a warm glow about her with red cheeks showing, after the rain had cooled everything down.
She looked up from the puddle and glanced at her surroundings.
Mist or fog rather, she really couldn't see more then ten meters in front of herself.
Had it been foggy all along?
What she did see was a portion of the road and the large English oak tree, still vibrant with life. She didn't want to go wandering off and get lost, so she decided to stay where she was and try to figure out who she was instead.
She looked at her clothes in the hope that they may offer some clues. She wore a large black cloak that she hugged to herself, black trousers and black shiny boots. Not a lot of clues there, she thought, unless I've just been to a funeral. She removed the cloak so she could see what else she was wearing. She found that the trousers were attached to the top, which was also black in parts but with blue arms and front- and back she presumed; though she could not see. The neckline was quite high with blue braid around it and three gold pips on the right hand side. Strange, she said to herself, I've obviously not been to a funeral; this must be some sort of a uniform, but for what purpose? She noticed a gold badge that stood out against the blue on the left-hand side of her chest. It was a type of delta symbol that was linked at the bottom with an upward curve, and surrounded by an oval. She touched it, admiring it slightly and knowing that it was something she was proud of, it made a chirping noise but nothing more. "Well, I'm obviously part of some sort of organisation, though what, I'm not sure."
She looked down to her waist and found a hand sized grey box, which she took from its holster. "My tricorder," she said pleased that she finally recognised something, but how did she know this? Yet more puzzling questions that she could not answer at this time.
She opened up the device revealing twinkling lights, and turned it so that it was facing away from her. She pressed a few buttons and moved it up and down a few times, at a distance of about ten centimeters from her body. It made a whirring sort of noise, and once it finished, she turned it back around and deciphered its readings. "B.P normal, pulse rate normal, temperature 36.9 degrees celcius," she looked up. "Everything checks out I guess." She put the tricorder back in its holster and wrapped the cloak around her again.
She thought about how she might get out of her immediate problem, which was to determine who she was. The rain splashed down on her face again, and she moved back under the tree and sat down on the bench. "Wait a minute. This definitely was not here before. What's happening?" Though she did not understand how it got there or why it was there, it was a very welcome sight since she had been standing for hours, so she sat, made herself comfortable and thought some more.
After a few minutes she decided that she would use her tricorder again, scan her brain wave patterns- that she knew were unique to every person, and cross reference the data with the tricorder- she also knew that the tricorder carried all of the information she needed to determine who she was, via cross referencing the data she collected, with the medical records it contained in it's memory. How she knew all of this though was beyond her at this point.
A few minutes later she finished the scan and began using the data to formulate an answer as to who she was. The small computer finished compiling the information it was given and then came up with the answer. The woman looked down and read the screen. "Results show positive indications that this person is Dr. Beverly Crusher." It clicked into place, she remembered who she was now but there were so many unanswered questions.
Everything went dark again as the storm broke, and the fog began to clear, as she began to remember.
I own nothing at all to do with the Star trek universe... I'm just playing with the characters for a while.
Prologue
The dark grey clouds loomed ominously overhead as the woman stood waiting. Great masses of swirling gasses closed in on each other blocking out any sun light that might try to sneak past, and causing everything below to go dim, and depressingly colourless. The air was still and calm and carried no far off noises to the ears of anyone who might be listening.
It gradually began to get warmer and darker still as the first rumble of thunder was heard off in the far distance. The woman moved slightly and sighed. She had been waiting for a while now but no matter how hard she tried, she could not remember why she was waiting, but she felt compelled to do so just the same; and so she waited a bit longer.
She looked up at the sky as she felt the first splash of cool rain on her face. It was a welcome sensation as the day had been hot and sticky and it was still very close. She loved the rain, it made her think that it was the Earth's way of cleansing itself of all the badness, and so she listened intently to the drips and splashes around her feeling somewhat content.
The thunder drew closer and gradually louder as the storm set to work. It had been building up to this particular moment in time for days now, and it had finally arrived. The sky opened up and the rain poured down, bouncing back off the ground below with the force of the impact. The woman sighed again letting the rain splash down on her face and feeling the relief that came to her when the storm finally broke. She moved to one side slightly and stood under a large English oak tree. With its thick green foliage it provided plenty of shelter, as the weather became more dismal and bleak.
She looked down towards a pool of water that was forming in the middle of the road.
Road?
What road?
She hadn't remembered a road being there when she came here, but then she hadn't remembered coming here, how she got there, why she was there or indeed where she in fact was. All she knew was that it somehow seemed familiar to her, and she felt compelled to wait.
But for what?
She felt sure that the answers she seeked were not far from her mind.
The thunder rumbled loudly once again as it moved directly above her, and the sharp flash of fork lightening that stabbed at the ground one hundred meters away, made her attention snap back, and her vision to focus on the pool of water once again. She watched as the rain splashed in the puddle, causing rippling effects that moved in concentric circles towards the outside of the pool.
Mesmerizing.
A sharp stab of lightening appeared once again with the thunder rumbling loudly and following closely behind. It lit up the sky with an electrifying charge as the lightening streaked across the evening sky. Was it evening? She thought to herself or was it just dark with the storm?
The rain subsided after about half an hour of the heavy droplets pelting off the ground, the thunder had long since dissipated and the sky had lost all of its electrical charge. It was cold now and the woman began to shiver slightly, she pulled her cloak tightly around her and stepped out from under the tree, moving closer to the pool of water on the road. The water lay still and clear, as she moved closer to it and looked down. Something looked back at her. Her reflection? She studied the image but could not recollect it as being her. Could it be that she had never seen herself before? She could not remember but it did seem unlikely. Nevertheless, she was motivated by curiosity to look again. Sure enough as she moved closer to the water again, the same image reappeared. It must be her; there was no one else here after all.
She moved her hand up to her hair and touched it gently; the reflection did the same. A wisp of hair fell down into her eyes and she brushed it aside absentmindedly, and as though it was a perfectly natural thing for her to do. She studied her reflection. Her hair was a vibrant reddish/orange colour and was quite long, falling about her shoulders in a neat and tidy style. Her eyes were blue and she had a healthy complexion and a warm glow about her with red cheeks showing, after the rain had cooled everything down.
She looked up from the puddle and glanced at her surroundings.
Mist or fog rather, she really couldn't see more then ten meters in front of herself.
Had it been foggy all along?
What she did see was a portion of the road and the large English oak tree, still vibrant with life. She didn't want to go wandering off and get lost, so she decided to stay where she was and try to figure out who she was instead.
She looked at her clothes in the hope that they may offer some clues. She wore a large black cloak that she hugged to herself, black trousers and black shiny boots. Not a lot of clues there, she thought, unless I've just been to a funeral. She removed the cloak so she could see what else she was wearing. She found that the trousers were attached to the top, which was also black in parts but with blue arms and front- and back she presumed; though she could not see. The neckline was quite high with blue braid around it and three gold pips on the right hand side. Strange, she said to herself, I've obviously not been to a funeral; this must be some sort of a uniform, but for what purpose? She noticed a gold badge that stood out against the blue on the left-hand side of her chest. It was a type of delta symbol that was linked at the bottom with an upward curve, and surrounded by an oval. She touched it, admiring it slightly and knowing that it was something she was proud of, it made a chirping noise but nothing more. "Well, I'm obviously part of some sort of organisation, though what, I'm not sure."
She looked down to her waist and found a hand sized grey box, which she took from its holster. "My tricorder," she said pleased that she finally recognised something, but how did she know this? Yet more puzzling questions that she could not answer at this time.
She opened up the device revealing twinkling lights, and turned it so that it was facing away from her. She pressed a few buttons and moved it up and down a few times, at a distance of about ten centimeters from her body. It made a whirring sort of noise, and once it finished, she turned it back around and deciphered its readings. "B.P normal, pulse rate normal, temperature 36.9 degrees celcius," she looked up. "Everything checks out I guess." She put the tricorder back in its holster and wrapped the cloak around her again.
She thought about how she might get out of her immediate problem, which was to determine who she was. The rain splashed down on her face again, and she moved back under the tree and sat down on the bench. "Wait a minute. This definitely was not here before. What's happening?" Though she did not understand how it got there or why it was there, it was a very welcome sight since she had been standing for hours, so she sat, made herself comfortable and thought some more.
After a few minutes she decided that she would use her tricorder again, scan her brain wave patterns- that she knew were unique to every person, and cross reference the data with the tricorder- she also knew that the tricorder carried all of the information she needed to determine who she was, via cross referencing the data she collected, with the medical records it contained in it's memory. How she knew all of this though was beyond her at this point.
A few minutes later she finished the scan and began using the data to formulate an answer as to who she was. The small computer finished compiling the information it was given and then came up with the answer. The woman looked down and read the screen. "Results show positive indications that this person is Dr. Beverly Crusher." It clicked into place, she remembered who she was now but there were so many unanswered questions.
Everything went dark again as the storm broke, and the fog began to clear, as she began to remember.