A/N: The fourteenth chapter of my HP/ST:TNG crossover-fic. Now the fic is on it's way, and no way of stopping it in sight... Just kidding, I have the end and all, but I have to write the things in between

Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling. Star Trek belongs to Paramount Pictures and, of course, Gene Roddenberry (R.I.P.), The Great Bird of the Galaxy. Lynn is all mine.





14. A bit of convincing



The room was completely silent.

"Wha- Huh? Marry...?" Wesley stuttered after a few seconds, his eyes wide. "But we're only seventeen!"

"Yes, I know, but I can explain," said Lynn.

"Explain?" said Wesley, a touch of panic in his voice. "Oh God, you're pregnant!"

"No, I'm not!" said Lynn. "God, can't I marry just because I want to?" Lynn got up.

"But... but... it's not that easy!" said Wesley, he too standing up.

"Are we legally entitled to do it?" said Lynn.

"Yeah, well, I guess..." said Wesley (A/N: My idea is that in the 24-th century on Earth you are of age at 16. I don't know if this is consistent with Star Trek).

"Then let me state my reasons," said Lynn decidedly. Wesley only nodded. "The thing is, when I go back, you won't remember me, right?"

"Yeah..." said Wesley.

"So... therefore I thought we could get married because..." said Lynn. "...Because I'll be leaving in a few days time, and you won't even remember me and... It's just... too much..." A tear ran down Lynn's cheek.

"Hey, Lynn..." said Wesley, but Lynn raised her hand.

"No, you let me finish this now!" she said. "So I want to get married because...I just can't stand the thought of not having acted on it with someone I love so much..."

"Lynn, I understand, and I agree with you," said Wesley after a second. "But as you said, we won't even remember each other in a few days time, so- "

"No, that's just it!" said Lynn. "I will remember you, but you won't remember me! I'll remember everything that happened to me on this ship."

"What...?" said Wesley, a bit shocked. "No... that can't be right... If you go back the timeline aligns itself, and all will be fine."

"For you, yes," said Lynn. "But I'm the one travelling through time here, and I will remember everything! That's the thing with time travel, the travellers themselves remember what happened."

"No, that can't be right..." said Wesley.

"Can't it?" said Lynn. She walked over to the terminal on the wall. "Computer, access historical documents about time travel."



Lynn had given Wesley some evidence. Amongst them was Kirk's time travel back to the 20th century to get whales to save the Earth from the mysterious orbital probe (A/N: All us Trekkers remember that one, eh?).

"Believe me now?" said Lynn.

"Yeah, I believe you," said Wesley. They sat down.

"Now..." said Lynn. "...I still don't have an answer to my question." Wesley smiled.

"The answer..." he said. "...is: yes, I will marry you, Lynn Walsh." Lynn squealed happily and threw her arms around him. "Whoa!" Now Lynn kissed him. They stopped a few seconds later. "I'm sorry for being so hard to convince..."

"Its okay," said Lynn, smiling. "I did shock you a bit." Wesley chuckled.

"To say the least!" he said, smiling. They kissed again. Wesley broke the kiss after a few seconds. "We better stop, before mom gets here." They let go of each other. "Wonder how she'll take it, though..." The door beeped.

"Guess we'll find out now..." said Lynn. Wesley tugged his shirt nervously. "Come in." Dr Crusher entered. "Hi, Dr Crusher."

"Hi, mom," said Wesley, sounding a bit nervous.

"Hello there, you two," said Dr Crusher and smiled. Lynn and Wesley got up and moved towards the table. Dr Crusher looked at Wesley. "My little boy all grown up..."

"Mom..." said Wesley.

"Sorry, I'll be quiet," said Dr Crusher.

"Actually when we're on the subject, Dr Crusher..." said Lynn, sounding nervous. "There is something Wesley and I would like to talk to you about..."



"To Wesley Crusher then, may God have mercy on his soul," said Ethan Walsh, smiling. Geordi chuckled. "Cheers!"

"Cheers!" said Geordi.

"Cheers!" said Data, following the others. They each took a sip of their drinks. The three were in Ten Forward, having been there about fifteen minutes.

"That was good," said Walsh. "Though it doesn't taste quite right..."

"The syntehol," said Geordi. "It's doesn't taste quite the same as alcohol."

"Ah yes, that's it," said Walsh. "Still haven't got used to it... But it's probably better without real alcohol." He smiled. "Can't hold my liquor, I'm afraid."

"So, how long have you been on the Kurosawa, Commander?" said Geordi.

"About ten months now," said Walsh. "And enjoyed every day of it."

"You find deep space suitable?" said Data.

"Yes, I certainly do," said Walsh. "There's nothing else I'd like to do. What about you two? Deep space suits you?"

"I have come to find that my experiences aboard the Enterprise have been very...interesting," said Data.

"It's an honour serving on the Enterprise," said Geordi. "Plus, there's plenty to do. You always have something to take up your time with, even if you're of duty."

"I myself find the holonovels interesting," said Data.

"Too bad we don't have that much time," said Walsh. "Otherwise we could've gone through some of my favourites."

"Hello, sirs," said Ron, who had approached the table.

"Hi there, Ron," said Geordi. "Heard about Lynn and Wesley?"

"Word does travel fast on this ship..." said Ron.

"What about?" said Walsh.

"Well, Hermione told me just a few minutes ago..." said Ron.

"Told you what?" said Geordi.

"Lynn's going to ask Wesley to marry her," said Ron. The others looked stunned, except Data who merely looked surprised. "Something tells me that that wasn't what you meant..."

"Um...I think there maybe was a bit of real alcohol in this..." said Walsh. "Did you say 'marry'?"

"Yeah, she been thinking about for the last few days, apparently," said Ron.

"So, that's why Lynn invited them both over for dinner..." said Geordi.

"Who?" said Ron.

"Wesley and Dr Crusher," said Data.

"Oh, shit..." said Ron. "This could go really bad..."



"No, Wesley, you're only seventeen!" said Dr Crusher, having just heard Wesley's and Lynn's news.

"Mom, I know it sounds a bit crazy-" said Wesley.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, it does!" Dr Crusher interrupted.

"But it's only for a few days," Wesley continued. "Lynn will be going home by then. Please mom. I love her." Dr Crusher calmed down a bit. She sighed heavily.

"If you're getting married, does it mean that you two have..." said Dr Crusher. "Um... well, you know..." Wesley and Lynn blushed, and looked down into the floor. "That's a yes, I believe... As long as you protected yourselves..." She was quiet for a minute.

"Mom...?" said Wesley.

"Hold on, I'm thinking..." said Dr Crusher. A few seconds later, she spoke. "All right, I'm gonna let you do it." Wesley and Lynn smiled broadly.

"Thanks, mom," said Wesley.

"Captain Picard's not going to be as easy to convince though," said Dr Crusher.

"Well, with all respect to Captain Picard, we do have the right," said Lynn.

"I know, I know, but still..." said Dr Crusher. "Is it okay if I leave you two, and go talk with him?"

"Yes," said Lynn.

"Sure," said Wesley.

"Okay, see you later then," said Dr Crusher and left the room. Once the door had closed, she stopped. She looked back towards the room.

"All grown up..." she thought and smiled.



"Wonder how it went?" said Harry. He and Ron were walking through the corridors, on their way to Lynn's quarters.

"I just hope they're alive and well..." said Ron.

"Don't worry, I don't think Dr Crusher is all that violent," said Harry. They got into a turbolift. On their way to their quarters it stopped and Hermione entered. "Going to see Lynn?"

"Yes, she called me and asked that I come," said Hermione. The turbolift resumed towards their quarters.

"How'd she sound?" said Harry. "Calm or...?"

"She sounded okay," said Hermione. "Why do you ask?"

"I told him about what Lynn was going to ask Wesley," said Ron. Hermione's eyes narrowed. "Um...sorry."

"I knew I shouldn't have told you..." said Hermione. The turbolift stopped at their destination and they got out.

"In my defence you should know me that well by now," said Ron. "To know when to tell me things and when not to."

"Guess you're right..." said Hermione and sighed. They reached the door of Lynn's quarters. Hermione pressed the console next to the door. The door opened. Lynn and Wesley sat at a table inside. "So... how did it go...?" Lynn and Wesley each held up their right hands. On their ring-fingers they each had a golden ring, though Lynn had a diamond in hers. "That well, huh?"

"Yes," said Lynn, smiling broadly.

"We just replicated them," said Wesley, also smiling broadly.

"Please, sit down," sad Lynn. Hermione, Ron and Harry sat down at the table.

"How did your mom take it, Wes?" said Ron.

"Pretty good..." said Wesley.

"Meaning...?" said Ron.

"Meaning she screamed a bit for a few minutes, and then calmed down," said Lynn.

"She's fine with it now," said Wesley. "She went to talk with Captain Picard, since he's the only one aboard qualified to perform the ceremony."

"You think he'll be okay with it?" said Harry.

"Well...there's no legal obligation in our way..." said Wesley.



"What?" said Picard. He was in his quarters, and had just been told by Dr Crusher about Lynn's and Wesley's plans.

"They want to get married," said Dr Crusher.

"Absolutely out of the question," said Picard.

"Jean-Luc..." said Dr Crusher. "You wouldn't object if it were another couple about their age."

"This is a different matter," said Picard. "She's from the 20th century. If they get married, this could cause a paradox of-"

"If she's stays, yes," said Dr Crusher.

"If they marry it's no longer a question, isn't it?" said Picard. "She wants to stay."

"No, she's going back, because she knows she has too," said Dr Crusher. "But yes, she wants to stay. She loves this time."

"What if she change her mind, and does everything in her power to stay?" said Picard. "If she does that, we could be in for some trouble."

"She's a sensible and smart girl, and would never do such a thing," said Dr Crusher. Picard was silent for a few seconds.

"Look, Beverly, it's not that I'm not happy for them," he said. "But how will Wesley feel when she goes back?"

"Sad, I guess," said Dr Crusher. "But he'll feel even worse if they don't get married. They really do love each other." Picard smiled.

"Young love..." he said. He was quiet for a few seconds. "All right, they can do it. I'll even permit a three day leave of duty for Wesley."

"Thank you, Jean-Luc," said Dr Crusher, smiling. "I'll go tell them the news."

"Good," said Picard. "Let me know about when they want to perform the ceremony."

"Sure," said Dr Crusher and left the room.









A/N: Okay, now we got that sorted out. Next chapter is LONG, since it has the whole wedding and all.

On thing though, it is the right ring-finger you have engagement rings on, right? If not, just read as if they were on the left hand...

Another thing with Commander Walsh being inspired by my, since I get intoxicated after like three light ciders... yes, I know that I'm a wimp.

Bought the Chamber of Secrets soundtrack on Monday, and I love it thourughly. Also got my "Extended LOTR" DVD and my "Star Wars Episode II" DVD. And know I'm broke, until Monday. And that's good since on Monday they release the tickets for "The Two Towers"!



Review comments:

Coolone007 - I'm not censoring my self, just worrying about the fic not working, that's all. And I do agree that censoring lead to mediocrity.





Emher