Disclaimer: I've given 8 chapters of disclaimers...so I quit; you're going to have to look back for reference.

**I had help this time; go ahead Amanda, take a bow...*janitor laughs at me cuz she isn't there* NOTE: not the Amanda in the story, you ignoramus.**

Amanda Picard heard her mother call her father...and she instantly wanted to hide under the

bio-bed. She watched and waited; and when her mother wasn't looking she snuck out of

sickbay, desperate to get out of there. 'She knows,' Amanda thought, 'But how?' And then it hit

her. 'The medical scanner,' she realized, 'she completed a scan and it told her.' She hated how

her mind worked under extreme realization: slow and sluggish. Amanda thought about how this

Picard would take it. 'If he's anything like MY father...oh yeah, that's right, he IS my

father...would he propose to her?' Amanda let her mind ramble, just like her body. She had

no idea where she was. Just then, she looked up to see the entrance to the arboretum. Her

disposition brightened; she hadn't been there since she was little. Walking in, she noticed the

romantic elegance of the flowers and the pond; she basked in the glory of the moment, trying not

to let it go.

Beverly Crusher was fuming; not only did she just get the "stubborn" joke but she also noticed

that Amanda had snuck out of sickbay. Not to mention she still had to inform Jean-Luc.

'Dammit,' she thought as Jean-Luc walked into sickbay, looking like he had been heavily

sedated. "What is it Beverly?" he asked with irritation. She paused. She hadn't the chance to

rehearse telling him. She was amazingly strong at this moment; her strength gathered and she

took him to the console displaying the results. He enjoyed the way her hand grabbed his

arm...hell; he enjoyed everything about her. She began to speak. "I have some very

interesting news about or visitor." "And which visitor would that be?" he asked tiredly. "You

know who I mean, Jean-Luc," she said with a sigh. His mind kicked in and he said, "I know,

please continue." "Well," Beverly said, "it turns out that her parents are on board." "Indeed?"

Jean-Luc remarked, surprised, "We should contact them." He glanced at the screen and noticed

that her genetic makeup bore a resemblance to his own. "I already have," she said with a smile.

"And who is the lucky couple?" he asked, curious. He turned his head and stared into her eyes.

She looked straight at him. "We are." Genuine shock filled his face. His eyes widened, and his

thoughts were muddled, 'Beverly and I never...' She didn't honestly expect her mouth to

tell him so easily. He locked onto her eyes, and putting his hands on hers, said, "You and

I..." They both stood still, gazing at one another for a moment. Then he asked, "Where is

she?"

Amanda sauntered over to the pond. She sat down; legs folded under herself, and gently slid her

hands into the placid water. She noticed that it was neither cold nor warm, simply perfect. She

sat, taking in the smells and sensations. The flowers were bright; the water was clear; and the

people making out in the corner were being courteous by not being too loud. She got slightly

depressed when she saw them; she realized that the arboretum was the romantic hotspot on the

ship; and she was the only one there without a date. She fixed her eyes on the stars outside the

window, observing how the stars went by in warp. Amanda was enamored by the way that they

moved; it was almost magical. 'The stars will be my date,' she thought foolishly. The simple

complexity (that's an oxymoron, people) of the moment was interrupted when she heard the

doors open. She didn't turn her head. Why bother?

Beverly Crusher paused. Jean-Luc certainly didn't look like he could tell her; so it was up to

Beverly. Walking towards her, Beverly quietly said, "Amanda?" Amanda's head snapped

toward her, surprised. Beverly's face was motherly; they both knew why she and Jean-Luc were

there. "Amanda," Beverly began, "I ran a test and got some interesting results. Why didn't you

ever say that you were our daughter?" Amanda's face stayed as resolute as before they came

when she said, "I was prohibited by a promise, and so was Data." "Whom did you promise?"

asked Picard, who just came out of his stupor. She glanced at the floor and then stood up,

drawing to her full height, and said, "Wes." "Why?" Beverly asked. "Something about the

timeline...I could go into it but you would bore easily," Amanda stated matter-of-factly.

"Why would Wesley keep us from finding out?" Picard inquired. "How do you know Wes?"

Beverly asked, cutting Amanda off. Amanda waited for a moment before saying, "He doesn't

really like me; after all I am his sister and well, I annoy him." "I see," Beverly said with a light

in her eyes. As if preordained, Amanda got a call on her combadge. "Wesley to Amanda."

Amanda was thrilled; this was going to be fun. "Yes, my Weswey, I am here," she cooed. "I

thought I told you to stop saying that!" he shouted into the combadge. "I decided that it sounds

better than plain old 'Wesley' and besides, it makes people laugh, like mom." "Do you think

she's gotten over the whole éclair thing? I'm afraid to go near her." "Yes, Wesley, I forgive

you," Beverly chimed in. Silence. "Wesley...Wes are you okay?" Amanda asked with a

laugh. "Uh, yeah I'm okay, never better. So she knows, huh?" he said quickly. "As a matter of

fact, we both do Mr. Crusher," Jean-Luc said. Amanda could hear his heart stop. "I have to see

you, Ms. Picard," Wesley stuttered, "We have to work out how to fix the timeline." "Okay!"

Amanda said brightly. "Crusher Out." At this moment Beverly suggest that all four of them

meet at 2000 hours. "I'll tell Wesley to be there," Picard said. With that, her parents left and she

once again was stargazing.