The Picard Family
The following story line is mine. Don't try to copy it cause I'll get mad
In a like vain, Star Trek The Next Generation and all characters are the sole property of someone other than me. Enjoy!
Jean-Luc let his eyelids flutter. He had the sense that he should be trying desperately to do something, catch on to something, but he couldn't think of what that might be. He breathed deeply and felt his head rest back into his pillow. It would be morning soon and he would have to get up, but he was enjoying the warmth of his blankets at the moment.
Chime.
??
Chime.
Jean-Luc mumbled something and flipped over. He heard his door open but the sound didn't quite register. He was still drifting slowly to consciousness.
"Papa?" a young female voice was standing over him, "Papa?"
That word registered. Drifting over, Jean-Luc sat straight up in bed and looked about wildly. He was in his quarters aboard the Enterprise, everything was in its place, everything looked as he remembered it. Everything, except the girl standing in front of him.
"Papa, are you alright?" Jean-Luc looked at her.
"Who are you?" he demanded. She stepped back from the bed. "What are you doing in my quarters?"
"Papa, there's something wrong with you" the young woman told him. She tapped her badge.
"Raylyn to Sickbay"
"Sickbay here. What is it Raylyn?" Beverly Crusher's voice responded. She sounded distracted.
"There's something wrong with Papa" the young woman standing at the foot of his bed told her, "He's still in bed and he's just asked me who I am. And he's serious"
"I'm on my way" Beverly answered.
"Riker to Picard" William Riker's voice sounded over the com system, "Sir, you're late"
"Will this is Raylyn" the woman replied, "You'd better come down to Papa's quarters" Things were happening almost too quickly for Jean-Luc to comprehend.
"I'm late?" he asked, "To the bridge?" He was never late to the bridge for his shift.
"Only just barely" the woman, Raylyn apparently, replied, "I stopped to walk you up. I can't believe you're still in bed. Do you feel alright?"
"Yes, of course, I feel....fine" Jean-Luc told her, running a hand over his bald head. She didn't say anything else, but her expression told him that she didn't believe him. All of the sudden, Jean-Luc stared at her. She had his nose! Being as large as it was, it was easily identifiable. She had his nose and his hooded eyes. Not his lips or cheeks though. Still, the similarity was striking, and if he hadn't known better he would have believed that she was using the term "Papa" correctly. Her eyes were very dark, however, completely black. Almost...Betazoid.
"You're name...is Ray Lynn?" he asked to fill up the empty air. He was unaccustomed to not having control over a situation. He was unaccustomed to sitting in bed while waiting for Beverly to arrive to give him a physical once over. He squared his shoulders and tossed back the covers.
"Raylyn, but yes." she watched him warily as he strode, in his nightclothes, to the replicator and ordered a cup of Earl Grey. He was just taking his first sip as the doors slid apart and Will Riker strode in.
"Number One" the Captain greeted him. Will rose an eyebrow but inclined his head.
"Sir" he looked at Raylyn, "What's going on?" She was staring at Jean-Luc, a look of dismay and hurt on her face.
"You remember Will but you don't remember me?" she said as if repeating something incredulous he'd just said. The situation was spiraling even farther out of Jean-Luc's control and he had to take a deep breath to calm himself.
"He's telling the truth" the woman was telling Will, "He's not hiding anything and he genuinely does not know who I am. He's confused too. I just..." she was shaking her head, staring out the window above the bed, "I just can't believe it!" Will wrapped his arms about her and placed a kiss on top of her dark hair.
"It's alright" he murmured, "Beverly'll fix it" Jean-Luc took a sip of his tea and another steadying breath. He felt awkward, as if he was eavesdropping on an intimate conversation. He could tell there was something between his first officer and whomever this young woman might be, but he had no idea how he should be reacting to it. He was not in the habit of interfering with his crewmember's personal lives, but this was an odd circumstance, a strange scene to be playing out in his own quarters.
He had no time to make a decision one way or another however, because the doors opened again and this time another familiar face walked in.
"Beverly" Jean-Luc sighed in relief. The Doctor had her tricorder out and was already examining him.
"He still doesn't know who I am" Raylyn told her from Will's embrace, "There's something different about him, Mom, I just...I just don't know what"
"Mom?" Jean-Luc repeated loudly, startling Beverly. She frowned and studied her tricorder readings.
"There's nothing wrong with him" she said with a little sigh, the way she did when she was still searching for an answer. She bit her bottom lip and closed the tricorder.
"I'll have to take him to Sickbay to do a full brain scan" she told Raylyn and Will, who just nodded silently, "His brain patterns were a bit off, but I won't know why until I do a full diagnosis"
"Will he be alright?" Will asked. Jean-Luc put his cup of tea down.
"Will you please stop talking about me as if I'm not here" he demanded. Then he took another breath and tried to steady his voice.
"Now, will you please, just explain to me what is going on" He waited for someone to say something.
"Jean-Luc, you say you don't remember Raylyn at all" He nodded, "And how do you recall our relationship?" Beverly was watching him as if looking for a specific response.
"We are friends, of course" he told her with a curt nod, "Good friends" She shook her head.
"I don't know what it is!" she said to herself and then redirected her attention to him, "Jean-Luc, you and I have been married for four years. We got married two years after you took command of the Enterprise." Shock was reeling through him. He married Beverly? He couldn't say he wasn't impervious to the idea, he did love her a great deal, but he knew they had not become romantically involved. It would be disloyal to Jack.
"Raylyn is your daughter with a Betazoid woman name Chaza Troi" Beverly continued. Jean-Luc stared at her as if she'd grown antlers.
"Troi? As in Deanna Troi? Lwaxana Troi?" he questioned. Raylyn and Beverly exchanged a look.
"You remember them?" she asked.
"Of course" he replied. He was about to add more details but bit his tongue. Obviously, things in this....reality....were far different than they were in his own. That is what Jean-Luc had come up with in the half an hour since he'd awoken. He must have somehow been pulled or transported to another reality, another universe. Something about what he had been dreaming niggled in his mind, and he knew it was important but he could not grasp whatever it was.
"Lwaxana is Chaza's older sister" Beverly continued again, "Deanna is her daughter, Raylyn's cousin. They're very good friends, but...I don't understand why you would remember her and not your own daughter" She bit her lip again and didn't say anything else.
"You said....you said that we were married four years ago" Jean-Luc started, "Yet, Raylyn called you Mom. Why?" The young woman who looked so much like himself detached herself from Will.
"When you and Mo...Beverly married, she asked me to call her Mom. Wesley didn't have any objections and so I did" she explained.
"Wesley?" Jean-Luc repeated.
"My son" Beverly told him, "He's not here right now, he's at the Academy"
"Yes, yes, I know who Wesley is" Jean-Luc snapped at her.
"You remember everybody except Raylyn and Chaza?" Will asked. Jean- Luc nodded mutely.
"What is going on here?" Raylyn asked the air, and it responded.
"Perhaps I can answer that" a familiar voice said and suddenly Jean- Luc remembered what he had been dreaming about.
"Q"
The following story line is mine. Don't try to copy it cause I'll get mad
In a like vain, Star Trek The Next Generation and all characters are the sole property of someone other than me. Enjoy!
Jean-Luc let his eyelids flutter. He had the sense that he should be trying desperately to do something, catch on to something, but he couldn't think of what that might be. He breathed deeply and felt his head rest back into his pillow. It would be morning soon and he would have to get up, but he was enjoying the warmth of his blankets at the moment.
Chime.
??
Chime.
Jean-Luc mumbled something and flipped over. He heard his door open but the sound didn't quite register. He was still drifting slowly to consciousness.
"Papa?" a young female voice was standing over him, "Papa?"
That word registered. Drifting over, Jean-Luc sat straight up in bed and looked about wildly. He was in his quarters aboard the Enterprise, everything was in its place, everything looked as he remembered it. Everything, except the girl standing in front of him.
"Papa, are you alright?" Jean-Luc looked at her.
"Who are you?" he demanded. She stepped back from the bed. "What are you doing in my quarters?"
"Papa, there's something wrong with you" the young woman told him. She tapped her badge.
"Raylyn to Sickbay"
"Sickbay here. What is it Raylyn?" Beverly Crusher's voice responded. She sounded distracted.
"There's something wrong with Papa" the young woman standing at the foot of his bed told her, "He's still in bed and he's just asked me who I am. And he's serious"
"I'm on my way" Beverly answered.
"Riker to Picard" William Riker's voice sounded over the com system, "Sir, you're late"
"Will this is Raylyn" the woman replied, "You'd better come down to Papa's quarters" Things were happening almost too quickly for Jean-Luc to comprehend.
"I'm late?" he asked, "To the bridge?" He was never late to the bridge for his shift.
"Only just barely" the woman, Raylyn apparently, replied, "I stopped to walk you up. I can't believe you're still in bed. Do you feel alright?"
"Yes, of course, I feel....fine" Jean-Luc told her, running a hand over his bald head. She didn't say anything else, but her expression told him that she didn't believe him. All of the sudden, Jean-Luc stared at her. She had his nose! Being as large as it was, it was easily identifiable. She had his nose and his hooded eyes. Not his lips or cheeks though. Still, the similarity was striking, and if he hadn't known better he would have believed that she was using the term "Papa" correctly. Her eyes were very dark, however, completely black. Almost...Betazoid.
"You're name...is Ray Lynn?" he asked to fill up the empty air. He was unaccustomed to not having control over a situation. He was unaccustomed to sitting in bed while waiting for Beverly to arrive to give him a physical once over. He squared his shoulders and tossed back the covers.
"Raylyn, but yes." she watched him warily as he strode, in his nightclothes, to the replicator and ordered a cup of Earl Grey. He was just taking his first sip as the doors slid apart and Will Riker strode in.
"Number One" the Captain greeted him. Will rose an eyebrow but inclined his head.
"Sir" he looked at Raylyn, "What's going on?" She was staring at Jean-Luc, a look of dismay and hurt on her face.
"You remember Will but you don't remember me?" she said as if repeating something incredulous he'd just said. The situation was spiraling even farther out of Jean-Luc's control and he had to take a deep breath to calm himself.
"He's telling the truth" the woman was telling Will, "He's not hiding anything and he genuinely does not know who I am. He's confused too. I just..." she was shaking her head, staring out the window above the bed, "I just can't believe it!" Will wrapped his arms about her and placed a kiss on top of her dark hair.
"It's alright" he murmured, "Beverly'll fix it" Jean-Luc took a sip of his tea and another steadying breath. He felt awkward, as if he was eavesdropping on an intimate conversation. He could tell there was something between his first officer and whomever this young woman might be, but he had no idea how he should be reacting to it. He was not in the habit of interfering with his crewmember's personal lives, but this was an odd circumstance, a strange scene to be playing out in his own quarters.
He had no time to make a decision one way or another however, because the doors opened again and this time another familiar face walked in.
"Beverly" Jean-Luc sighed in relief. The Doctor had her tricorder out and was already examining him.
"He still doesn't know who I am" Raylyn told her from Will's embrace, "There's something different about him, Mom, I just...I just don't know what"
"Mom?" Jean-Luc repeated loudly, startling Beverly. She frowned and studied her tricorder readings.
"There's nothing wrong with him" she said with a little sigh, the way she did when she was still searching for an answer. She bit her bottom lip and closed the tricorder.
"I'll have to take him to Sickbay to do a full brain scan" she told Raylyn and Will, who just nodded silently, "His brain patterns were a bit off, but I won't know why until I do a full diagnosis"
"Will he be alright?" Will asked. Jean-Luc put his cup of tea down.
"Will you please stop talking about me as if I'm not here" he demanded. Then he took another breath and tried to steady his voice.
"Now, will you please, just explain to me what is going on" He waited for someone to say something.
"Jean-Luc, you say you don't remember Raylyn at all" He nodded, "And how do you recall our relationship?" Beverly was watching him as if looking for a specific response.
"We are friends, of course" he told her with a curt nod, "Good friends" She shook her head.
"I don't know what it is!" she said to herself and then redirected her attention to him, "Jean-Luc, you and I have been married for four years. We got married two years after you took command of the Enterprise." Shock was reeling through him. He married Beverly? He couldn't say he wasn't impervious to the idea, he did love her a great deal, but he knew they had not become romantically involved. It would be disloyal to Jack.
"Raylyn is your daughter with a Betazoid woman name Chaza Troi" Beverly continued. Jean-Luc stared at her as if she'd grown antlers.
"Troi? As in Deanna Troi? Lwaxana Troi?" he questioned. Raylyn and Beverly exchanged a look.
"You remember them?" she asked.
"Of course" he replied. He was about to add more details but bit his tongue. Obviously, things in this....reality....were far different than they were in his own. That is what Jean-Luc had come up with in the half an hour since he'd awoken. He must have somehow been pulled or transported to another reality, another universe. Something about what he had been dreaming niggled in his mind, and he knew it was important but he could not grasp whatever it was.
"Lwaxana is Chaza's older sister" Beverly continued again, "Deanna is her daughter, Raylyn's cousin. They're very good friends, but...I don't understand why you would remember her and not your own daughter" She bit her lip again and didn't say anything else.
"You said....you said that we were married four years ago" Jean-Luc started, "Yet, Raylyn called you Mom. Why?" The young woman who looked so much like himself detached herself from Will.
"When you and Mo...Beverly married, she asked me to call her Mom. Wesley didn't have any objections and so I did" she explained.
"Wesley?" Jean-Luc repeated.
"My son" Beverly told him, "He's not here right now, he's at the Academy"
"Yes, yes, I know who Wesley is" Jean-Luc snapped at her.
"You remember everybody except Raylyn and Chaza?" Will asked. Jean- Luc nodded mutely.
"What is going on here?" Raylyn asked the air, and it responded.
"Perhaps I can answer that" a familiar voice said and suddenly Jean- Luc remembered what he had been dreaming about.
"Q"