Pulaski1
Captain's very personal Log
Beverly Crusher is gone. She left the enterprise to work at Star Fleet Medical on Earth. She did not mention why exactly she left but of course that offer she had gotten, could not be turned down. I would have left any position had I been offered captain of Starfleet's flagship. And where she is now, is exactly that career step taken. She is an incredible doctor. She is smart and passionate. I have met lots of doctors over the years. Some smart, really good doctors but hell with their patients. Not her. She simply is incredible.
Jean Luc stares into the void of his quarters getting lost in his own thoughts. Sitting. Staring. His mind trailing off.
I miss her. I miss her sight. I miss how she enters the staff meetings, a little late taking long elegant steps. Smiling an excuse and slipping gracefully on her chair looking me straight in the eye.
I miss watching her face when she is wondering about a difficult question. Her face a mirror of her thoughts. One can read her so easily then. Her passion. Her love for her patients. Her love and friendship for her colleagues.
And then she turns around her face all professional, reassuring.
Life on board has to go one without her. She is deeply missed and I wish I could tell her. Tell her... Tell her what? Could I ever tell her?
He is shaking his head.
Close Log.
He orders the computer with his strong baritone.
Getting up from his desk he gazed into space. His eyes longing to get a glimpse on this beautiful red head he'd fallen in love with ages ago. He loved her for ages. Instead of cooling down his love grew stronger. Deeper. More mature. He adored her ways. Her grace. Her beauty. Her being.
"It cannot be."
Taken back by the sound of his own voice, the loudness of his words in the stillness of his room he turned around.