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is Amanda, which is pretty sad, I guess.
"We have to be there in five minutes," Wesley reminded Amanda with a stern voice. "Yeah, yeah, I know...do you think this color looks good on me?" she asked distractedly. Wes nodded slightly and again told her to hurry up. "I will take as long as I like and you won't stop me," she said in a bossy tone, "and besides, I need to maintain a fashion...something that a rainbow-striped shirt just can't do." Wesley glanced at his sweater. "What? Do you have a problem with what I like to wear?" he asked cautiously. "No...well, yes. But that's besides the point," she said. "Which is?" Wes asked with anger. He turned his head to look at the chronometer. "We have to be there NOW," he said as he went out the door. "I'm coming, I'm coming," Amanda groaned. Hurriedly, she jogged out the door.
Beverly Crusher was nervous. She looked at the chronometer. '1932 hours,' Beverly noted, 'and I have yet to see either Jean-Luc or my children. Where could they be?' Just then, she was jostled out of her thoughts by a door chime. She said "come" as calmly as she could. The door opened and Jean-Luc stood before her. He looked as if he were trying to hide his feelings. "Come in, Jean-Luc," she stated calmly. She walked toward the couch and motioned for him to sit. Reluctantly, he did. She noticed his reluctance and said, "They aren't here yet. It's not like Wes to be this late." Both of them were aware of the space between them; even a few inches seemed like too much. Slowly, they came closer together until they were leaning into one another. Beverly had her head on his shoulder and he had his arm around her waist. They sat like that for a minute until the door chimed. Irritation filled both their faces; Beverly stammered a "come" to the door and Jean-Luc removed his arm from around her. Wes walked in quickly, followed by a slightly disheveled Amanda.
"So, what's for dinner?" Amanda inquired brightly. "Whatever you want," Beverly said carelessly. Amanda froze. 'That's what mom always tells me when I ask.' Amanda blinked, bringing herself out of memory, and said, "My favorite." 'Did we interrupt something?' Amanda thought guiltily. All four sat down. Beverly asked what each wanted and got four orders. She replicated them and they began to eat. No one spoke for a while, eating and thinking. Finally, Wesley broke the ice, asking, "Seriously, what's wrong with stripes?" "It's not the stripes," Amanda alleged, "It's rainbow stripes." "And that's a problem because..." Wes trailed. "Because, no one wears rainbow stripes. They're just a bit...odd. Honestly Wes," she said knowingly. Beverly and Jean-Luc exchanged glances. Wes scowled. Amanda finished quickly, and pulling Wes away from his half-finished plate, said, "That was good. We should do this again sometime. We have to go now." "What on earth?" Wes tried to mutter. "Come ON Wesley," she said strongly, pulling him out the door, and into the hallway. "Bye!" she hollered as they left Beverly and Jean-Luc's sight. Beverly and Jean-Luc finished their meal with some convenient small talk.
"Couldn't you see how much they wanted us to leave?" Amanda chided. "I was eating," Wes commented angrily. "They were hungrier than you were," she said truthfully. "Come on, we can eat at Ten Forward," she said, still dragging him by the arm.
Beverly and Jean-Luc had somehow made it back to the couch. They sat, still talking, until they were in the same position as before. There they sat, happily embraced. At that moment, they were content to sit; but both knew that realization about what had happened (even if in another timeline) and discussion would have to come. Beverly prepared herself; and soon Jean- Luc said, "Beverly?" She turned to him and said, "What?" He looked undecided about what to say, or if she was lucky, do. For a second, nothing in the room moved. Then they just kissed each other. It was like lying, the more you do it, the easier it gets. Soon things were proceeding at a quick rate, for he found her shirt to be an obstacle, and she was more than willing to let him remove the barrier. She wasn't making it easy, however: she kept on trying to get closer to him, a choice that made it impossible for him to undo the shirt. Then, Beverly stopped. She looked into Jean-Luc's eyes and wondered, 'Why are we doing this?' Jean-Luc knew what was happening the moment she pulled away. Her second thoughts really were becoming annoying. "Beverly..." he began, but was stopped by her lips. Having reconsidered, she decided that she loved him enough to be doing this. And so the games continued.
Amanda stood before the entrance to Ten Forward. She recalled how Wes told her that if she knew what looked best on him, then he knew what looked best on her. In a brief moment of insanity, they both agreed to outfit each other and wear what the other gave them to Ten Forward. 'Well here I go,' Amanda thought.
Wil Riker nearly choked on his Terran Sunset when he saw her. She was wearing leather pants and a leather vest, zipped only about halfway up for dangerous cleavage. Her hair was tossed in an odd way. He turned his head only to look at Wesley, walking in from the other entrance. He was wearing a Robin costume. They approached each other with frowns on their faces. "How did I know that you were most definitely a sidekick," Amanda sneered. Wil Riker fumbled with his combadge to try to contact Captain Picard.
When the combadge went off, Jean-Luc Picard paid it no mind. When Riker threatened to make a visual connection, Jean-Luc got up and redressed. "What Number One?" he asked with enough anger to kill someone if heard. "You have to see this to believe," Wil said. "Bring Dr. Crusher with you," Wil added with humor in his voice. Both of their parents dressed and went to Riker's location.
Next time: what on earth were they doing in there? Will Wes and Amanda finally stop butting heads? Find out next time!
"We have to be there in five minutes," Wesley reminded Amanda with a stern voice. "Yeah, yeah, I know...do you think this color looks good on me?" she asked distractedly. Wes nodded slightly and again told her to hurry up. "I will take as long as I like and you won't stop me," she said in a bossy tone, "and besides, I need to maintain a fashion...something that a rainbow-striped shirt just can't do." Wesley glanced at his sweater. "What? Do you have a problem with what I like to wear?" he asked cautiously. "No...well, yes. But that's besides the point," she said. "Which is?" Wes asked with anger. He turned his head to look at the chronometer. "We have to be there NOW," he said as he went out the door. "I'm coming, I'm coming," Amanda groaned. Hurriedly, she jogged out the door.
Beverly Crusher was nervous. She looked at the chronometer. '1932 hours,' Beverly noted, 'and I have yet to see either Jean-Luc or my children. Where could they be?' Just then, she was jostled out of her thoughts by a door chime. She said "come" as calmly as she could. The door opened and Jean-Luc stood before her. He looked as if he were trying to hide his feelings. "Come in, Jean-Luc," she stated calmly. She walked toward the couch and motioned for him to sit. Reluctantly, he did. She noticed his reluctance and said, "They aren't here yet. It's not like Wes to be this late." Both of them were aware of the space between them; even a few inches seemed like too much. Slowly, they came closer together until they were leaning into one another. Beverly had her head on his shoulder and he had his arm around her waist. They sat like that for a minute until the door chimed. Irritation filled both their faces; Beverly stammered a "come" to the door and Jean-Luc removed his arm from around her. Wes walked in quickly, followed by a slightly disheveled Amanda.
"So, what's for dinner?" Amanda inquired brightly. "Whatever you want," Beverly said carelessly. Amanda froze. 'That's what mom always tells me when I ask.' Amanda blinked, bringing herself out of memory, and said, "My favorite." 'Did we interrupt something?' Amanda thought guiltily. All four sat down. Beverly asked what each wanted and got four orders. She replicated them and they began to eat. No one spoke for a while, eating and thinking. Finally, Wesley broke the ice, asking, "Seriously, what's wrong with stripes?" "It's not the stripes," Amanda alleged, "It's rainbow stripes." "And that's a problem because..." Wes trailed. "Because, no one wears rainbow stripes. They're just a bit...odd. Honestly Wes," she said knowingly. Beverly and Jean-Luc exchanged glances. Wes scowled. Amanda finished quickly, and pulling Wes away from his half-finished plate, said, "That was good. We should do this again sometime. We have to go now." "What on earth?" Wes tried to mutter. "Come ON Wesley," she said strongly, pulling him out the door, and into the hallway. "Bye!" she hollered as they left Beverly and Jean-Luc's sight. Beverly and Jean-Luc finished their meal with some convenient small talk.
"Couldn't you see how much they wanted us to leave?" Amanda chided. "I was eating," Wes commented angrily. "They were hungrier than you were," she said truthfully. "Come on, we can eat at Ten Forward," she said, still dragging him by the arm.
Beverly and Jean-Luc had somehow made it back to the couch. They sat, still talking, until they were in the same position as before. There they sat, happily embraced. At that moment, they were content to sit; but both knew that realization about what had happened (even if in another timeline) and discussion would have to come. Beverly prepared herself; and soon Jean- Luc said, "Beverly?" She turned to him and said, "What?" He looked undecided about what to say, or if she was lucky, do. For a second, nothing in the room moved. Then they just kissed each other. It was like lying, the more you do it, the easier it gets. Soon things were proceeding at a quick rate, for he found her shirt to be an obstacle, and she was more than willing to let him remove the barrier. She wasn't making it easy, however: she kept on trying to get closer to him, a choice that made it impossible for him to undo the shirt. Then, Beverly stopped. She looked into Jean-Luc's eyes and wondered, 'Why are we doing this?' Jean-Luc knew what was happening the moment she pulled away. Her second thoughts really were becoming annoying. "Beverly..." he began, but was stopped by her lips. Having reconsidered, she decided that she loved him enough to be doing this. And so the games continued.
Amanda stood before the entrance to Ten Forward. She recalled how Wes told her that if she knew what looked best on him, then he knew what looked best on her. In a brief moment of insanity, they both agreed to outfit each other and wear what the other gave them to Ten Forward. 'Well here I go,' Amanda thought.
Wil Riker nearly choked on his Terran Sunset when he saw her. She was wearing leather pants and a leather vest, zipped only about halfway up for dangerous cleavage. Her hair was tossed in an odd way. He turned his head only to look at Wesley, walking in from the other entrance. He was wearing a Robin costume. They approached each other with frowns on their faces. "How did I know that you were most definitely a sidekick," Amanda sneered. Wil Riker fumbled with his combadge to try to contact Captain Picard.
When the combadge went off, Jean-Luc Picard paid it no mind. When Riker threatened to make a visual connection, Jean-Luc got up and redressed. "What Number One?" he asked with enough anger to kill someone if heard. "You have to see this to believe," Wil said. "Bring Dr. Crusher with you," Wil added with humor in his voice. Both of their parents dressed and went to Riker's location.
Next time: what on earth were they doing in there? Will Wes and Amanda finally stop butting heads? Find out next time!