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!
"Mon Capitan!" Q exclaimed, popping into the room. Jean-Luc could already feel his temper rising. He had yet to encounter the nearly omnipotent entity known only as Q without disaster striking. The mere thought of the meddlesome being was enough to raise Jean-Luc's ire.
"You've done this to me!" Jean-Luc accused him, resisting the urge to raise his voice.
"What have you done now, Q?" Raylyn demanded, but her tone was not the outrage Jean-Luc himself was feeling. It was more of a "what has the harmless prankster done" tone. In fact, he seemed to be the only one angry with Q. Both Beverly and Will were merely awaiting his answer, brows quirked.
"I've done you a favor, Jean-Luc" Q answered, pompous as ever.
"A favor?" Jean-Luc repeated incredulously.
"Yes. I'm feeling gracious toward you at the moment, Mon Capitan!"
"Gracious?" Beverly asked, "What for?"
"Never mind that, my good Doctor" Q replied with a flip of his hand, "Suffice it to say you've recently put me in a very good mood and I feel like rewarding you!" Jean-Luc was flabbergasted. The other three in his quarters exchanged slightly concerned looks.
"I don't understand" Jean-Luc admitted, "You've.... changed my life to include these" he glanced at Raylyn, "circumstances?"
"No, no, no!" Q explained jovially, "Nothing so mundane. I'm simply giving you a taste of an alternate reality"
"An alternate reality?" Will repeated. Q ignored him. He drew closer to Jean-Luc, reaching for Raylyn's hand to put into the captain's.
"A chance to get to know you're daughter" he said quietly. Jean-Luc was almost speechless. He stared at Raylyn as if she hadn't been calling him "Papa" for the last half an hour.
"My daughter?" he whispered.
"Yes" Q whispered back, then stepped away, "I suppose you'll want to know the whole story" he said loudly, "Oh, very well!"
And in a bright light, Jean-Luc's quarters were replaced by a white mist.
"We'll go through all the important events" Q's voice declared, "Starting with the second"
"Second?" Jean-Luc asked, slightly confused.
"The first being conception and I have no wish to witness that particular event. I haven't the stomach" Q replied and Jean-Luc found himself in a hospital room, standing next to a lovely young woman who bore a striking resemblance to Lwaxana Troi. She was clutching his hand strongly and breathing hard. Jean-Luc was surprised to find he recognized her. She was Chaza, Raylyn's mother, and she was in labor.
"Come on, Chaza!" the Betazoid doctor urged from near Chaza's feet, "One more push!" Chaza gave on last yell and then the sound of an infant's crying filled the air. Jean-Luc felt strangely breathless. The sound was like music to his ears. Chaza was crying and laughing and he forgot that he was in a different reality. He kissed her brow happily.
"It's a girl!" the doctor told him as she placed the newborn in his arms. She had stopped crying and was gazing up at her father with her tiny black eyes. A joy Jean-Luc had never thought to experience soared through him and brought tears to his eyes.
"She is so beautiful!" he exclaimed as her tiny fingers automatically wrapped around his. He felt the urgent need to first protect her from all the cruelties and harshness's of the universe and at the same time show her all the wonders and beauties to be found in the galaxy. A single tear dropped from his eye.
In a whirl of white mist he gained 5 years of memories (sleepless nights, her first step, a temper tantrum, a day care craft, her first horse ride in the holideck, a scraped knee, Christmases spent quietly at home) and he found himself in front of a schoolroom door.
"Papa, do I have to?" a scared sounding Raylyn asked in French, holding tightly to his hand and staring up at him with her black eyes.
"Yes, you do" he heard himself say gently. He put a hand on top of her black curls.
"It's not any different than daycare" But to a scared five year old, school aboard a starship might as well be the end of the earth.
Then the mist came again. The images swirled by so quickly, Jean-Luc would have lost track of them if they hadn't been imprinted upon his mind. Her first piano recital, her first trip to France to meet Robert and Renee, the day she won the science fair, the first time she displayed her artwork in a gallery.
Then the scene came to rest in a large ballroom. Music was playing, but there were no voices to be heard. There were elegantly clad men and women crowded around and Jean-Luc realized they were all Betazoid.
Raylyn was in his arms, twirling to the music. They were dancing. It was her 15th birthday, a special age for Betazoids because it was at that age their mental powers finished developing. Jean-Luc saw a very young Deanna and Lwaxana Troi watching with big smiles. Raylyn was grinning at him and he felt an intense sense of pride in her. Then the images swirled again. Her accomplishments increased with her age and Jean-Luc watched with increasing pride and happiness as the years passed and finally reached the day she went off to the Academy, the day she graduated first in her class, the day she was assigned to Betazed, the day she brought Will home to meet him. Though Jean-Luc was well aware of what a superb man Will was, he still felt intense feelings of protection, wariness and even a little jealousy.
Then he was dancing with Raylyn again. This time she was all in white and Will was grinning like a fool behind her, waiting to get his bride back. Jean-Luc had to choke back a few tears.
And then that too faded away . He took command of the Enterprise and was overjoyed when his daughter and son-in-law were assigned as his second and first officers, respectively.
With a jerk, Jean-Luc was back in his quarters, Will, Beverly and Raylyn looking at him expectantly.
"And that brings you up to date" Q's voice said from the thin air.
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!
"Mon Capitan!" Q exclaimed, popping into the room. Jean-Luc could already feel his temper rising. He had yet to encounter the nearly omnipotent entity known only as Q without disaster striking. The mere thought of the meddlesome being was enough to raise Jean-Luc's ire.
"You've done this to me!" Jean-Luc accused him, resisting the urge to raise his voice.
"What have you done now, Q?" Raylyn demanded, but her tone was not the outrage Jean-Luc himself was feeling. It was more of a "what has the harmless prankster done" tone. In fact, he seemed to be the only one angry with Q. Both Beverly and Will were merely awaiting his answer, brows quirked.
"I've done you a favor, Jean-Luc" Q answered, pompous as ever.
"A favor?" Jean-Luc repeated incredulously.
"Yes. I'm feeling gracious toward you at the moment, Mon Capitan!"
"Gracious?" Beverly asked, "What for?"
"Never mind that, my good Doctor" Q replied with a flip of his hand, "Suffice it to say you've recently put me in a very good mood and I feel like rewarding you!" Jean-Luc was flabbergasted. The other three in his quarters exchanged slightly concerned looks.
"I don't understand" Jean-Luc admitted, "You've.... changed my life to include these" he glanced at Raylyn, "circumstances?"
"No, no, no!" Q explained jovially, "Nothing so mundane. I'm simply giving you a taste of an alternate reality"
"An alternate reality?" Will repeated. Q ignored him. He drew closer to Jean-Luc, reaching for Raylyn's hand to put into the captain's.
"A chance to get to know you're daughter" he said quietly. Jean-Luc was almost speechless. He stared at Raylyn as if she hadn't been calling him "Papa" for the last half an hour.
"My daughter?" he whispered.
"Yes" Q whispered back, then stepped away, "I suppose you'll want to know the whole story" he said loudly, "Oh, very well!"
And in a bright light, Jean-Luc's quarters were replaced by a white mist.
"We'll go through all the important events" Q's voice declared, "Starting with the second"
"Second?" Jean-Luc asked, slightly confused.
"The first being conception and I have no wish to witness that particular event. I haven't the stomach" Q replied and Jean-Luc found himself in a hospital room, standing next to a lovely young woman who bore a striking resemblance to Lwaxana Troi. She was clutching his hand strongly and breathing hard. Jean-Luc was surprised to find he recognized her. She was Chaza, Raylyn's mother, and she was in labor.
"Come on, Chaza!" the Betazoid doctor urged from near Chaza's feet, "One more push!" Chaza gave on last yell and then the sound of an infant's crying filled the air. Jean-Luc felt strangely breathless. The sound was like music to his ears. Chaza was crying and laughing and he forgot that he was in a different reality. He kissed her brow happily.
"It's a girl!" the doctor told him as she placed the newborn in his arms. She had stopped crying and was gazing up at her father with her tiny black eyes. A joy Jean-Luc had never thought to experience soared through him and brought tears to his eyes.
"She is so beautiful!" he exclaimed as her tiny fingers automatically wrapped around his. He felt the urgent need to first protect her from all the cruelties and harshness's of the universe and at the same time show her all the wonders and beauties to be found in the galaxy. A single tear dropped from his eye.
In a whirl of white mist he gained 5 years of memories (sleepless nights, her first step, a temper tantrum, a day care craft, her first horse ride in the holideck, a scraped knee, Christmases spent quietly at home) and he found himself in front of a schoolroom door.
"Papa, do I have to?" a scared sounding Raylyn asked in French, holding tightly to his hand and staring up at him with her black eyes.
"Yes, you do" he heard himself say gently. He put a hand on top of her black curls.
"It's not any different than daycare" But to a scared five year old, school aboard a starship might as well be the end of the earth.
Then the mist came again. The images swirled by so quickly, Jean-Luc would have lost track of them if they hadn't been imprinted upon his mind. Her first piano recital, her first trip to France to meet Robert and Renee, the day she won the science fair, the first time she displayed her artwork in a gallery.
Then the scene came to rest in a large ballroom. Music was playing, but there were no voices to be heard. There were elegantly clad men and women crowded around and Jean-Luc realized they were all Betazoid.
Raylyn was in his arms, twirling to the music. They were dancing. It was her 15th birthday, a special age for Betazoids because it was at that age their mental powers finished developing. Jean-Luc saw a very young Deanna and Lwaxana Troi watching with big smiles. Raylyn was grinning at him and he felt an intense sense of pride in her. Then the images swirled again. Her accomplishments increased with her age and Jean-Luc watched with increasing pride and happiness as the years passed and finally reached the day she went off to the Academy, the day she graduated first in her class, the day she was assigned to Betazed, the day she brought Will home to meet him. Though Jean-Luc was well aware of what a superb man Will was, he still felt intense feelings of protection, wariness and even a little jealousy.
Then he was dancing with Raylyn again. This time she was all in white and Will was grinning like a fool behind her, waiting to get his bride back. Jean-Luc had to choke back a few tears.
And then that too faded away . He took command of the Enterprise and was overjoyed when his daughter and son-in-law were assigned as his second and first officers, respectively.
With a jerk, Jean-Luc was back in his quarters, Will, Beverly and Raylyn looking at him expectantly.
"And that brings you up to date" Q's voice said from the thin air.