Mending Fences Part 4
The ride back to the ship seemed like an eternity. As the shuttle cleared the bay doors, Picard signaled for
an emergency transport to sickbay leaving a stunned Riker and Troi standing at the door of the shuttle.
As Jean Luc materialized in sickbay with Beverly's bruised and bloody form in his arms, her former staff
gathered around all wanting to help treat her. With one pleading look from the captain, all but Dr. Selar and
Alyssa left sickbay.
Dr. Selar motioned for the captain to leave so she could work on Beverly uninterrupted, his answer was curt
and short "I'm staying"
"Just stay out of the way Sir"
Alyssa and Dr. Selar worked on Beverly for almost 4 hours. The captain had taken up residency in a spare
room adjacent to main sickbay. Several hours had passed and he had fallen asleep. It was about four in the
morning when. Selar came to wake him with news on Beverly's condition.
"Captain Picard? Sir, Dr. Crusher's physical wounds have been mended. She suffered a severe concussion
and will remain unconscious for several more hours."
The captain nodded his head and asked, " Will she recover?"
Dr. Selar told him that Beverly's physical injuries would heal in time. "Dr. Crusher's wrist was severely
broken, so badly that our regenerator will not mend the bone. We had to fit her with a cast for a few weeks.
Dr. Crusher also has several bruises on her upper arms and legs. They will also heal with time. Curious
Captain, Was she alone when you found her?"
Jean Luc let out a sigh "No, she was not."
"Captain, our examinations show evidence that Dr Crusher was sexually assaulted, we should notify the
authorities so they can locate the attacker and place him in a rehabilitation colony."
"That won't be necessary Dr. Selar."
"Sir?"
"He's dead."
Selar's reply was simply "Understood Sir."
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"Captains Log, Supplemental. It has been two days since Beverly Crusher regained consciousness. She has
been released to her quarters where she has remained withdrawn and secluded. The few times she has left
her quarters, she has been in Ten Forward, where, I am told by Guinan, she sits alone by the window.
Ships Counselor, Deanna Troi has tried several times to break through the barrier Beverly has built around
her mind. I am beginning to think all our efforts are in vain, that we have lost the Beverly Crusher we have
come to know and rely on." After a few more moments of quiet reflection, he closed the log.
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Jean Luc was sitting in his ready room brooding over what to do about Beverly Crusher. Earlier that
morning she had summoned him for breakfast. He went to see her and she made it clear to him that she
wanted off the ship at the next port.
"Why?" he asked.
"Jean Luc, I can't stand it, the constant sideward glances, the pitiful are you all right questions. What
happened to your wrist? How did you get that nasty bruise on your face? I just can't stand it any longer! I
am going to go nuts! Why can't every one leave me the hell alone!?"
Beverly started to pace her quarters like a caged animal. She was ready to break and Jean Luc knew it.
Seeing her like that broke his heart, all he wanted to do was hold her and tell her everything was ok, but
every time he took her hand or touched her shoulders she retreated back into the seclusion that he tried so
hard to free her from.
"Jean Luc, Please just go, I want to be alone."
"Beverly, I will not leave you. Let me help you come to terms with what happened. You can talk to me you
know that."
"There is nothing to discuss Jean Luc, I am disembarking at the next stop we make. I don't want to talk
about it, I just wish to go."
"Whatever you want Beverly, I can see that your mind is made up and nothing I can say or do will change
it."
With that said, he turned and left her quarters. As the door shut behind him, he heard the sound of glass
breaking against the door. *That woman has become all to fond of throwing things.* He said to himself as
he recalled how his 'talk' yesterday with her ended.
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Deanna had asked Will to accompany her to Ten-Forward after their shift, they were not surprised to see
Beverly sitting alone staring at the stars.
"HI Bev" Deanna chirped. " Mind if we join you?"
"Yes, I do mind. I came here for a reason and that reason is not to spend time with you two." She never
looked away from the window and didn't notice Guinan flag Riker and Troi to the bar.
She sighed when she saw their reflections walking away in the window. "Guinan" Deanna said, " How long
has she been here tonight?"
"About three hours." Guinan replied.
"Three hours! What is she drinking? It's obviously not synthahol considering how it reeks on her breath."
"No, it's not synthahol. She said she wanted to forget some things so, I gave her something that always
makes me forget. She is actually handling it very well. Most people would have either gotten sick or passed
out after the third one."
Riker's curiosity was perked, "Just what is it and how many has she had?"
" It's a few things actually, it's orange juice, something called grenadine and tequila, known in twentieth
century earth cultures as a Tequila Sunrise. And Dr. Crusher has had five, Commander."
A smile subconsciously spread across Riker's face, he always suspected Beverly could hold her own but five
real alcoholic drinks in three hours even beat HIS record. He heard Deanna say something and turned to
follow her gaze. His eyes met the Captains.
"Good evening Sir."
Jean Luc walked right passed him, didn't even acknowledge him, and headed right for Beverly. Just as he
arrived at her table she tried to stand. She passed out and fell right into his outstretched arms. He ignored
the glances from his crew as he carried a drunken Beverly back to his quarters.
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Beverly awoke face down on the captain's bed. As she tried to sit up she became nauseous, she moaned and
put her head back down on the pillow. "Where the hell am I"
She didn't realize she had spoken out loud until she heard a response. "You are in my quarters Dr.
Crusher."
*Who the hell is that* she made sure not to say her thought aloud this time.
She began to sit up again, looking for the source of the voice she just heard, "Jean Luc?"
"Yes."
She sighed, "What am I doing here? How did I get here?"
Jean Luc cleared his throat, he was very disturbed by what he witnessed tonight. "You are here because you
passed out in Ten-Forward."
Beverly's checks started to burn, she was embarrassed. "How did I get here?"
"I carried you."
Now she felt sick, "You carried me? Why did you bring me here instead of my quarters?"
"You were in no condition to care for yourself. I brought you here so I could take care of you."
"I can take care of myself, Jean Luc." She spat.
"I know that, Beverly, " he sighed. "I was worried that in your state of …inebriation, if you were to be
injured or sick, that you might cause further harm to yourself."
Realizing that he did have a point, and her head spinning far too much to argue any longer, she whispered,
"Whatever."
"Good, now that that is settled, drink this" he said, placing a cup of black coffee in her hands. "I replicated
some clothing and toiletries for you, they are in the bathroom. When you finish the coffee, I suggest you get
cleaned up and ready to go."
"Go where?" she mumbled.
"You said you wanted off this ship… so we are leaving in an hour." He said with confidence.
"Why? Why you too?"
"Because, Beverly, you need a friend right now. I will not leave you to deal with this alone."
"And you just assumed that I would leave with you?"
"Well, yes, I guess I did. My counselor informed me that I am technically still on shore leave, so I decided to
accompany you."
"I don't need a baby sitter, Jean Luc," she said angrily.
"I am not going along as your babysitter. You shall have all the solitude you desire… and, if you need to
talk, I will be there for you."
Being aware of the fact that if she did not go with him now, he would most likely find her wherever she
went and insist on shadowing her, she relented. "Fine, but please, just leave me alone."
"As you wish" he said with much relief.
"As 'I' wish? What I wish is for everyone to stop looking at me with the sorrow filled eyes! What I wish is
for everyone to stop pitying me and leave me the hell alone!" she shouted as she stalked toward the
bathroom.
End part 4
The ride back to the ship seemed like an eternity. As the shuttle cleared the bay doors, Picard signaled for
an emergency transport to sickbay leaving a stunned Riker and Troi standing at the door of the shuttle.
As Jean Luc materialized in sickbay with Beverly's bruised and bloody form in his arms, her former staff
gathered around all wanting to help treat her. With one pleading look from the captain, all but Dr. Selar and
Alyssa left sickbay.
Dr. Selar motioned for the captain to leave so she could work on Beverly uninterrupted, his answer was curt
and short "I'm staying"
"Just stay out of the way Sir"
Alyssa and Dr. Selar worked on Beverly for almost 4 hours. The captain had taken up residency in a spare
room adjacent to main sickbay. Several hours had passed and he had fallen asleep. It was about four in the
morning when. Selar came to wake him with news on Beverly's condition.
"Captain Picard? Sir, Dr. Crusher's physical wounds have been mended. She suffered a severe concussion
and will remain unconscious for several more hours."
The captain nodded his head and asked, " Will she recover?"
Dr. Selar told him that Beverly's physical injuries would heal in time. "Dr. Crusher's wrist was severely
broken, so badly that our regenerator will not mend the bone. We had to fit her with a cast for a few weeks.
Dr. Crusher also has several bruises on her upper arms and legs. They will also heal with time. Curious
Captain, Was she alone when you found her?"
Jean Luc let out a sigh "No, she was not."
"Captain, our examinations show evidence that Dr Crusher was sexually assaulted, we should notify the
authorities so they can locate the attacker and place him in a rehabilitation colony."
"That won't be necessary Dr. Selar."
"Sir?"
"He's dead."
Selar's reply was simply "Understood Sir."
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"Captains Log, Supplemental. It has been two days since Beverly Crusher regained consciousness. She has
been released to her quarters where she has remained withdrawn and secluded. The few times she has left
her quarters, she has been in Ten Forward, where, I am told by Guinan, she sits alone by the window.
Ships Counselor, Deanna Troi has tried several times to break through the barrier Beverly has built around
her mind. I am beginning to think all our efforts are in vain, that we have lost the Beverly Crusher we have
come to know and rely on." After a few more moments of quiet reflection, he closed the log.
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Jean Luc was sitting in his ready room brooding over what to do about Beverly Crusher. Earlier that
morning she had summoned him for breakfast. He went to see her and she made it clear to him that she
wanted off the ship at the next port.
"Why?" he asked.
"Jean Luc, I can't stand it, the constant sideward glances, the pitiful are you all right questions. What
happened to your wrist? How did you get that nasty bruise on your face? I just can't stand it any longer! I
am going to go nuts! Why can't every one leave me the hell alone!?"
Beverly started to pace her quarters like a caged animal. She was ready to break and Jean Luc knew it.
Seeing her like that broke his heart, all he wanted to do was hold her and tell her everything was ok, but
every time he took her hand or touched her shoulders she retreated back into the seclusion that he tried so
hard to free her from.
"Jean Luc, Please just go, I want to be alone."
"Beverly, I will not leave you. Let me help you come to terms with what happened. You can talk to me you
know that."
"There is nothing to discuss Jean Luc, I am disembarking at the next stop we make. I don't want to talk
about it, I just wish to go."
"Whatever you want Beverly, I can see that your mind is made up and nothing I can say or do will change
it."
With that said, he turned and left her quarters. As the door shut behind him, he heard the sound of glass
breaking against the door. *That woman has become all to fond of throwing things.* He said to himself as
he recalled how his 'talk' yesterday with her ended.
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Deanna had asked Will to accompany her to Ten-Forward after their shift, they were not surprised to see
Beverly sitting alone staring at the stars.
"HI Bev" Deanna chirped. " Mind if we join you?"
"Yes, I do mind. I came here for a reason and that reason is not to spend time with you two." She never
looked away from the window and didn't notice Guinan flag Riker and Troi to the bar.
She sighed when she saw their reflections walking away in the window. "Guinan" Deanna said, " How long
has she been here tonight?"
"About three hours." Guinan replied.
"Three hours! What is she drinking? It's obviously not synthahol considering how it reeks on her breath."
"No, it's not synthahol. She said she wanted to forget some things so, I gave her something that always
makes me forget. She is actually handling it very well. Most people would have either gotten sick or passed
out after the third one."
Riker's curiosity was perked, "Just what is it and how many has she had?"
" It's a few things actually, it's orange juice, something called grenadine and tequila, known in twentieth
century earth cultures as a Tequila Sunrise. And Dr. Crusher has had five, Commander."
A smile subconsciously spread across Riker's face, he always suspected Beverly could hold her own but five
real alcoholic drinks in three hours even beat HIS record. He heard Deanna say something and turned to
follow her gaze. His eyes met the Captains.
"Good evening Sir."
Jean Luc walked right passed him, didn't even acknowledge him, and headed right for Beverly. Just as he
arrived at her table she tried to stand. She passed out and fell right into his outstretched arms. He ignored
the glances from his crew as he carried a drunken Beverly back to his quarters.
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Beverly awoke face down on the captain's bed. As she tried to sit up she became nauseous, she moaned and
put her head back down on the pillow. "Where the hell am I"
She didn't realize she had spoken out loud until she heard a response. "You are in my quarters Dr.
Crusher."
*Who the hell is that* she made sure not to say her thought aloud this time.
She began to sit up again, looking for the source of the voice she just heard, "Jean Luc?"
"Yes."
She sighed, "What am I doing here? How did I get here?"
Jean Luc cleared his throat, he was very disturbed by what he witnessed tonight. "You are here because you
passed out in Ten-Forward."
Beverly's checks started to burn, she was embarrassed. "How did I get here?"
"I carried you."
Now she felt sick, "You carried me? Why did you bring me here instead of my quarters?"
"You were in no condition to care for yourself. I brought you here so I could take care of you."
"I can take care of myself, Jean Luc." She spat.
"I know that, Beverly, " he sighed. "I was worried that in your state of …inebriation, if you were to be
injured or sick, that you might cause further harm to yourself."
Realizing that he did have a point, and her head spinning far too much to argue any longer, she whispered,
"Whatever."
"Good, now that that is settled, drink this" he said, placing a cup of black coffee in her hands. "I replicated
some clothing and toiletries for you, they are in the bathroom. When you finish the coffee, I suggest you get
cleaned up and ready to go."
"Go where?" she mumbled.
"You said you wanted off this ship… so we are leaving in an hour." He said with confidence.
"Why? Why you too?"
"Because, Beverly, you need a friend right now. I will not leave you to deal with this alone."
"And you just assumed that I would leave with you?"
"Well, yes, I guess I did. My counselor informed me that I am technically still on shore leave, so I decided to
accompany you."
"I don't need a baby sitter, Jean Luc," she said angrily.
"I am not going along as your babysitter. You shall have all the solitude you desire… and, if you need to
talk, I will be there for you."
Being aware of the fact that if she did not go with him now, he would most likely find her wherever she
went and insist on shadowing her, she relented. "Fine, but please, just leave me alone."
"As you wish" he said with much relief.
"As 'I' wish? What I wish is for everyone to stop looking at me with the sorrow filled eyes! What I wish is
for everyone to stop pitying me and leave me the hell alone!" she shouted as she stalked toward the
bathroom.
End part 4