I have a bunch of Star Trek: The Next Generation fanfic, or pieces of it
and here's one piece I have...Beverly Crusher's always been my fave, so
most of this is from her POV. I'm not sure how long it'll be and I don't
have all the plot ironed out, but I think Bev's a little disillusioned with
a lot that's going on with Starfleet...

Disclaimer: The characters Star Trek fans recognize belong to Paramount
Pictures, NOT the current author.


BEVERLY:
I'm not sure when I found myself awake again. But I was staring at the
ceiling that December on the third day of our Starfleet conference,
thoughts going through my head like rapidly moving clouds. It was cold and
windy. Feeling restless and a little nervous, I got up and wandered over to
the window where I stared out at the snow. Our former Enterprise crew was
together again for this week, then we'd go our separate ways. Over the
years, the only ones I'd really kept in contact with was Deanna
Troi, Guinan, and Jean Luc Picard. The others more or less just drifted
apart. Now I stood here wondering if it was just me being too sensitive or
did I sense tension and a competitiveness between Worf, Will Riker, and
Data?

"Hey, Beverly..." Deanna's voice drifted over. "Are you all right?"

"What?" I spun around, startled. "Oh...yes, I guess I will be." Deanna sat
up, her black curls falling over half of her face.

"You seem troubled."

"You know me well." I came over and sat on the edge of her bed. "I was just
thinking about how stuff is with us...the former crew..."

"I notice some things too," Deanna nodded. "I get the feeling Will and Worf
think of Data as just an inferior pile of bolts while Data thinks of Will
and Worf as show-offs."

"You see it too," I drew in my breath and ran a hand through my straight
red hair. "I thought maybe I was just being my usual oversensitive self and
was seeing things that weren't there."

"It's been there a long time," Deanna nodded. "Even in the days of the
Enterprise. Remember when the Q became human for a while and was seriously
hurt? Data was pissed off because he'd assaulted Geordi and thought that
you should just let Q die. Then Will started criticizing Data and
complaining about him being self-centered and everything. Then I said
something to the effect that no one deserves to feel the way Data did and
Will said something like Data did or asked for it or something."

"I remember vaguely," I nodded. I did. I'd been trying to cure both Geordi
and Q and was really upset. Will thought I should just let Q die since Q
was kind of an unsavory character, using his supernatural powers to
manipulate humans and all. The silly argument between Data and Will had
upset me even more. I've never supported the death penalty for even the
most evil actions. I managed a weak smile as I remembered that it was my
son Wesley, who's now grown, who'd led Data out of sickbay and to a
holodeck to keep him occupied. Luckily, both Q and Geordi had survived and
recovered. Q had vanished and who knows where he is now.

"But, hey, in two more days, this conference is over and we'll head back
home to our current positions," Deanna stroked my shoulder and lay back
down. "It'll be all right, Bev, it will." She started to drift off
already. I headed back to my own bed. More thoughts tumbled through my
head as I lay back down. I saw a lot of this same crap even at my current
position as head physician of the Interplanetary Relations Institute. It
was wearing on my nerves. As I drifted back to sleep, I found myself
seriously toying with the idea of retiring early and setting up my own
practice.

Let me know what you all think; more coming!