Mending Fences Part 5
Will and Deanna greeted them in the transporter room. Will was discussing some last minute details
regarding the ship while Deanna spoke softly to Beverly. "When you are ready to talk, I will be here for you,
all you have to do is say the word."
"I know that Deanna, and I appreciate it. But I think it would be best if everyone just forgot about it, that's
what I intend to do." She said, while climbing onto the transporter platform.
They re-materialized a moment later outside his family home in France.
Beverly looked over at Jean Luc "Why have you brought me here?"
Jean Luc sighed, "Well, Earth was our next stop and since I have some family matters to tend to, and the
house is empty right now, I thought this would be a good place for you to rest."
"So I guess I don't have a choice in the matter. You are going to hold me here against my will?"
"No, Beverly, you are free to leave whenever you want. You are not under house arrest. I just thought we
could spend some time together, like we used to." Jean Luc was praying inside that she would not turn and
leave.
Beverly looked down to her feet and whispered, "A lot of things have happened in the last several months.
Things can never be the way they used to be." Beverly turned around, picked up her bag and walked toward
the house.
*Well, at least she is not leaving.* he thought to himself.
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The sun hung low in the reddened sky when Jean-Luc next glanced up. He had been reading a book in the
study for the last two hours, distractedly flipping the pages as he listened to Beverly move about the living
room.
The hour was late now, and Jean-Luc's rumbling tummy dictated it was time for dinner. Slowly, he got up
and headed into the kitchen, preparing a meal fit for royalty in both taste and preparation.
Then, after setting the table and putting the platters out, he turned back to the living room to retrieve
Beverly. He found her stretched out on the sofa, lying carefully against the soft cushions, an antique throw
draped delicately around her.
She was staring bleary-eyed into the fire, watching it pop, crackle, and leap, and he wondered what she was
thinking about, But it didn't really matter right now, she hadn't eaten in what must have been days, and he
wasn't about to watch her waste away any longer.
"I've made dinner." She didn't make a move, only continued staring. "It's very good, Beverly, nutritious. I
Promise you'll like it."
Again, she was silent, but her hand unconsciously slipped to her abdomen. "You're hungry, Beverly. You
haven't eaten in days. I won't let you waste away. I refuse to watch."
Beverly thought it over for a while, an action obvious by the creases of concentration on her brow. Then,
slowly, she got up, steadying herself, and walked carefully to the table. Jean-Luc couldn't help but smile.
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Dinner passed quietly, but it was comfortable. She devoured her food to his utter relief, but, then, abruptly
stopped.
"Beverly? What's wrong?"
She stared at the plate a moment, then at him, fear washing over her features like wildfire over a forest on a
windy day. He got up, slowly walking around the table, coming closer, hoping she would respond to a
friendly gesture.
But when she saw his outstretched arms, her mind reacted in base terror. She recoiled, falling awkwardly
out of her seat, and backpedaled toward the stairs. Then, she got up and ran to her room.
Jean-Luc lost sight of her, knowing where she was only by the large BANG that accompanied the slamming
door. He cleaned quickly, efficiently, brilliantly, just as he did everything else in his life. He would not
pursue Beverly as she fled in fright. It was the attack that caused it.... that...hideous event. He tried not to
think about what might have happened had he not found her, but now, with nothing to occupy his mind, he
wondered.... if he had been there five minutes later or even five minutes sooner.
"Where would we be now." It was an old saying, but he found that it applied so well. He finished cleaning
up, and then went to bed.
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Somewhere around two in the morning Jean Luc was awakened by screams. He bolted upright out of bed
and ran to Beverly's room. He was slightly relived to see that she was in no physical harm, however he
became more concerned for her emotional well being when he saw that Beverly was thrashing and screaming
in her sleep. She was having a horrible nightmare. Jean Luc went to her bed, sat down on the edge and
gently tried to bring her out of the nightmare.
"Beverly" he whispered, "Beverly, please wake up, come on, wake up."
She was slowly was coming out of it, tentatively she opened her eyes, not sure what kind of hell she was
waking to. "Jean Luc, what the hell are you doing in my room, on my bed!?"
"I heard you screaming, I was worried."
Panic receding and embarrassment of waking him with her screams setting in, Beverly turned to her side, her
back facing him, "As you can see, I am fine, I don't need you hovering over me every two minutes."
He wasn't buying it, "You are shaking, you are not all right."
He edged a little closer to her and tried to place a comforting hand on her back. As soon as his fingers
touched her shoulder, she jumped and moved a little further away.
"Please go away, leave me alone."
He sighed, turned and walked downstairs to the study. He would not sleep tonight.
End part 5
Will and Deanna greeted them in the transporter room. Will was discussing some last minute details
regarding the ship while Deanna spoke softly to Beverly. "When you are ready to talk, I will be here for you,
all you have to do is say the word."
"I know that Deanna, and I appreciate it. But I think it would be best if everyone just forgot about it, that's
what I intend to do." She said, while climbing onto the transporter platform.
They re-materialized a moment later outside his family home in France.
Beverly looked over at Jean Luc "Why have you brought me here?"
Jean Luc sighed, "Well, Earth was our next stop and since I have some family matters to tend to, and the
house is empty right now, I thought this would be a good place for you to rest."
"So I guess I don't have a choice in the matter. You are going to hold me here against my will?"
"No, Beverly, you are free to leave whenever you want. You are not under house arrest. I just thought we
could spend some time together, like we used to." Jean Luc was praying inside that she would not turn and
leave.
Beverly looked down to her feet and whispered, "A lot of things have happened in the last several months.
Things can never be the way they used to be." Beverly turned around, picked up her bag and walked toward
the house.
*Well, at least she is not leaving.* he thought to himself.
****************************************************************************************************************
The sun hung low in the reddened sky when Jean-Luc next glanced up. He had been reading a book in the
study for the last two hours, distractedly flipping the pages as he listened to Beverly move about the living
room.
The hour was late now, and Jean-Luc's rumbling tummy dictated it was time for dinner. Slowly, he got up
and headed into the kitchen, preparing a meal fit for royalty in both taste and preparation.
Then, after setting the table and putting the platters out, he turned back to the living room to retrieve
Beverly. He found her stretched out on the sofa, lying carefully against the soft cushions, an antique throw
draped delicately around her.
She was staring bleary-eyed into the fire, watching it pop, crackle, and leap, and he wondered what she was
thinking about, But it didn't really matter right now, she hadn't eaten in what must have been days, and he
wasn't about to watch her waste away any longer.
"I've made dinner." She didn't make a move, only continued staring. "It's very good, Beverly, nutritious. I
Promise you'll like it."
Again, she was silent, but her hand unconsciously slipped to her abdomen. "You're hungry, Beverly. You
haven't eaten in days. I won't let you waste away. I refuse to watch."
Beverly thought it over for a while, an action obvious by the creases of concentration on her brow. Then,
slowly, she got up, steadying herself, and walked carefully to the table. Jean-Luc couldn't help but smile.
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Dinner passed quietly, but it was comfortable. She devoured her food to his utter relief, but, then, abruptly
stopped.
"Beverly? What's wrong?"
She stared at the plate a moment, then at him, fear washing over her features like wildfire over a forest on a
windy day. He got up, slowly walking around the table, coming closer, hoping she would respond to a
friendly gesture.
But when she saw his outstretched arms, her mind reacted in base terror. She recoiled, falling awkwardly
out of her seat, and backpedaled toward the stairs. Then, she got up and ran to her room.
Jean-Luc lost sight of her, knowing where she was only by the large BANG that accompanied the slamming
door. He cleaned quickly, efficiently, brilliantly, just as he did everything else in his life. He would not
pursue Beverly as she fled in fright. It was the attack that caused it.... that...hideous event. He tried not to
think about what might have happened had he not found her, but now, with nothing to occupy his mind, he
wondered.... if he had been there five minutes later or even five minutes sooner.
"Where would we be now." It was an old saying, but he found that it applied so well. He finished cleaning
up, and then went to bed.
****************************************************************************************************************
Somewhere around two in the morning Jean Luc was awakened by screams. He bolted upright out of bed
and ran to Beverly's room. He was slightly relived to see that she was in no physical harm, however he
became more concerned for her emotional well being when he saw that Beverly was thrashing and screaming
in her sleep. She was having a horrible nightmare. Jean Luc went to her bed, sat down on the edge and
gently tried to bring her out of the nightmare.
"Beverly" he whispered, "Beverly, please wake up, come on, wake up."
She was slowly was coming out of it, tentatively she opened her eyes, not sure what kind of hell she was
waking to. "Jean Luc, what the hell are you doing in my room, on my bed!?"
"I heard you screaming, I was worried."
Panic receding and embarrassment of waking him with her screams setting in, Beverly turned to her side, her
back facing him, "As you can see, I am fine, I don't need you hovering over me every two minutes."
He wasn't buying it, "You are shaking, you are not all right."
He edged a little closer to her and tried to place a comforting hand on her back. As soon as his fingers
touched her shoulder, she jumped and moved a little further away.
"Please go away, leave me alone."
He sighed, turned and walked downstairs to the study. He would not sleep tonight.
End part 5