The Favor
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.
"Commander, are you all right?" Raylyn gave her Imzadi a look.
"I'm fine, thank you, Councilor" she replied, resisting the urge to put a hand to her stomach. In all truthfulness, she wasn't feeling so well, but there was no way she was going to admit to that on the Bridge. If she told her father, or Will, that she was beginning to have morning sickness so early on they would send her right to her mother who would then probably proclaim that she was to "take it easy" and "get plenty of rest," which would mean cutting back significantly on her bridge hours. And the Bridge hours were the only thing keeping her sane at the moment. She hated not being down at the conferences with her father and aunt. They would only discuss the happenings to a limited point, which aggravated Raylyn to no end. Certainly if Lwaxana or Spock were not satisfied with the Captain's performance they would have said something, but that wasn't what was bothering his daughter. After all, Q had promised he would be up to the job and though Q was many many things, a liar he was not. No, it was just the fact that she wasn't there to see everything first hand, to be at her father's back as she had been for the past 5 years and had grown accustomed to.
Deanna was giving her a funny look. Raylyn tried to reign in her emotions but too late.
/You are not all right, Ray/ the Councilor said silently to her cousin, /Don't try to fool me, Imzadi/
/You know me better than that, Imzadi/ Raylyn replied just as silently, both women looking directly forward at the planet that spun on it's axis on the view screen. Will was seated between them. He could on occasion tell when the women were communicating telepathically, but at the moment he was paying attention to some reports from security, which Data had doubled as soon as Ambassador Spock had come on board.
/I do and I know you well enough to know you're not feeling well. You shouldn't be having morning sickness this early in the pregnancy. Perhaps.../
/Don't even suggest it, Deanna Troi!/ And there was such vehemence in that command that Deanna looked across Will to Raylyn, who turned her head and looked back. That was when Will noticed something.
"What?" he asked.
"Nothing" Raylyn answered immediately. Deanna looked as if she were about to object.
/Please don't, Imzadi! I promise I'll go see Mom later/ Raylyn said desperately. Deanna frowned but nodded.
"What is it?" Will appealed to his wife's cousin but she told him it was nothing to concern him and he rolled his eyes and went back to his reports.
Later...
"Hey, Ray, you don't look so good" Wes told his sister. She frowned at him. They were on the holideck, in a "secret" room they had designed into the house where they held their family dinners. It was a basement type atmosphere, a large throw rug covering most of a stone floor, posters of some of Wes's favorite bands and some of Raylyn's and Data's paintings on the walls. They had created it as a "sibling" room, to try and create a sense of "past" in their family. They pretended the room had been their secret hiding place in their childhood, and retreated to it when they felt the need to talk to one of their brothers (or sister) without the rest of the family being privy. Data had been included when he had been "adopted" and now that Jason was here they let him in on it too. With the demands of adulthood none of them often visited but Raylyn had insisted tonight, for no apparent reason. Her three brothers had acquiesced, knowing denying a pregnant woman was never good for one's health.
At the moment she was playing chess with her youngest brother, while Jason and Data discussed the finer points of one of Data's latest paintings. Both of the older men turned at their brother's comment and scrutinized their only sister's face. She looked drawn.
"I'm fine" she snapped.
"You do not appear to be" Data said.
"I haven't seen you in a while and even I think you don't look like yourself" Jason added. Raylyn wiped at her brow and sighed deeply. Jason crossed to her and put a hand on her forehead.
"Hey, you've got a fever!" he declared and then moved back for Data to test her temperature.
"You have a temperature of 99.9 degrees" he announced, "You require medical attention"
"No I don't" Raylyn declared, though her voice wavered. She knew she was sick, but didn't want to admit it. Perhaps that was why she had insisted her brothers come down here tonight. She knew they would force her to go see her mother, even against her will.
"Come on, Ray, I'll walk with you" Wes offered, standing up.
"It's just a little warm in here, that's all" she tried again, though not even half heartedly. She saw Jason give Data a look.
"Jace!" she cried, not knowing exactly what it meant.
"Raylyn, as the head of this family.....
"You're not head yet!"
"....I order you to report to our Mother in Sickbay" Data finished, ignoring her comment.
"No, that's alright" Raylyn switched tactics, "I'll just go home and take a cold shower and get some rest. Maybe I'll tell Will I don't want to work tomorrow"
"Do we have to carry you, Ray?" Jason asked with an impudent smile. Raylyn rolled her eyes, knowing when she was defeated, but feeling relieved about it.
"No" she answered and stood...........
.......And fell back down again. She had passed out. Data quickly bent down and picked her up.
"Computer, exit!" Wes called.
"Viego to Crusher" Jason tapped the badge he'd been given for his visit, "Emergency. We're bringing Ray down"
"Crusher to Riker, Will you better get down to sickbay" Wes made another call.
"Data to Troi, you're presence is required in Sickbay immediately, Councilor"
"On my way!" in three different tones rang over three com badges. Crewman quickly stepped out of the way as the three brothers hurried down the corridors with their sister.
"What happened?" Beverly asked anxiously, both doctor and mother, as Data laid his sister out on the med bed.
"She has a fever of 99.9 degrees" Data said.
"We had just talked her into coming down when she fainted" Jason added. Will and Deanna burst through the doors, obviously having been forewarned by the link between the cousins.
"What the hell is happening?" Will demanded, going immediately to his wife's side and taking her limp hand in his own. Beverly was taking readings.
"Her heart rate has accelerated and her hormone levels are completely unbalanced" she reported while she worked, for their benefit.
"She's been having morning sickness for the past two weeks" Deanna told the doctor.
"That's not normal" Jason observed.
"She begged me not to say anything" Deanna told them.
"One month is too early for morning sickness, especially for her" Beverly commented, biting her lip. They were all well aware that Raylyn Picard had an iron clad stomach. "There!" Beverly exclaimed, spinning and going to her wall panels, "Nurse Ogawa! I need a hypospray of metacordazine!" Ogawa nodded and tossed the hypo through the air to the Doctor who quickly administered it. Then she took a blood sample from her daughter's calve where the medicine hadn't reached just yet.
"What is it?" Will demanded but Beverly's answer was stalled.
"She's coming around" Deanna said quietly. Raylyn's eyelids fluttered. She moaned slightly.
"Will?"
"I'm here, honey" he smiled and brushed a hand over her face.
/Imzadi?/
/Here/
"Mmmm...what's happened?"
"I'm not completely sure yet" Beverly answered, "Just rest" Raylyn immediately fell to sleep. Beverly jerked her head towards her office and the entire family followed.
"I think she's been infected with a rare form of the Ogowdian virus"
"Ogowdian virus?" Jason repeated before Will could.
"A rare Cardassian virus" Data informed them.
"You said she'd been infected" Will prompted his mother in law.
"Humans cannot naturally contract the Ogowdian virus, however, they will react if it's introduced to their body" Beverly reported.
"So you're telling me this was an attack" Will immediately concluded.
"That would be the logical conclusion, Commander" Data agreed. Will frowned and tapped his badge.
"Riker to Captain Picard" Down on the planet Jean-Luc stopped mid sentence.
"Yes, Commander?"
"Sorry to interrupt sir, but there's been an emergency on board" Will reported.
"Understood" Jean-Luc replied and excused himself. He wanted to know what had happened now.
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.
"Commander, are you all right?" Raylyn gave her Imzadi a look.
"I'm fine, thank you, Councilor" she replied, resisting the urge to put a hand to her stomach. In all truthfulness, she wasn't feeling so well, but there was no way she was going to admit to that on the Bridge. If she told her father, or Will, that she was beginning to have morning sickness so early on they would send her right to her mother who would then probably proclaim that she was to "take it easy" and "get plenty of rest," which would mean cutting back significantly on her bridge hours. And the Bridge hours were the only thing keeping her sane at the moment. She hated not being down at the conferences with her father and aunt. They would only discuss the happenings to a limited point, which aggravated Raylyn to no end. Certainly if Lwaxana or Spock were not satisfied with the Captain's performance they would have said something, but that wasn't what was bothering his daughter. After all, Q had promised he would be up to the job and though Q was many many things, a liar he was not. No, it was just the fact that she wasn't there to see everything first hand, to be at her father's back as she had been for the past 5 years and had grown accustomed to.
Deanna was giving her a funny look. Raylyn tried to reign in her emotions but too late.
/You are not all right, Ray/ the Councilor said silently to her cousin, /Don't try to fool me, Imzadi/
/You know me better than that, Imzadi/ Raylyn replied just as silently, both women looking directly forward at the planet that spun on it's axis on the view screen. Will was seated between them. He could on occasion tell when the women were communicating telepathically, but at the moment he was paying attention to some reports from security, which Data had doubled as soon as Ambassador Spock had come on board.
/I do and I know you well enough to know you're not feeling well. You shouldn't be having morning sickness this early in the pregnancy. Perhaps.../
/Don't even suggest it, Deanna Troi!/ And there was such vehemence in that command that Deanna looked across Will to Raylyn, who turned her head and looked back. That was when Will noticed something.
"What?" he asked.
"Nothing" Raylyn answered immediately. Deanna looked as if she were about to object.
/Please don't, Imzadi! I promise I'll go see Mom later/ Raylyn said desperately. Deanna frowned but nodded.
"What is it?" Will appealed to his wife's cousin but she told him it was nothing to concern him and he rolled his eyes and went back to his reports.
Later...
"Hey, Ray, you don't look so good" Wes told his sister. She frowned at him. They were on the holideck, in a "secret" room they had designed into the house where they held their family dinners. It was a basement type atmosphere, a large throw rug covering most of a stone floor, posters of some of Wes's favorite bands and some of Raylyn's and Data's paintings on the walls. They had created it as a "sibling" room, to try and create a sense of "past" in their family. They pretended the room had been their secret hiding place in their childhood, and retreated to it when they felt the need to talk to one of their brothers (or sister) without the rest of the family being privy. Data had been included when he had been "adopted" and now that Jason was here they let him in on it too. With the demands of adulthood none of them often visited but Raylyn had insisted tonight, for no apparent reason. Her three brothers had acquiesced, knowing denying a pregnant woman was never good for one's health.
At the moment she was playing chess with her youngest brother, while Jason and Data discussed the finer points of one of Data's latest paintings. Both of the older men turned at their brother's comment and scrutinized their only sister's face. She looked drawn.
"I'm fine" she snapped.
"You do not appear to be" Data said.
"I haven't seen you in a while and even I think you don't look like yourself" Jason added. Raylyn wiped at her brow and sighed deeply. Jason crossed to her and put a hand on her forehead.
"Hey, you've got a fever!" he declared and then moved back for Data to test her temperature.
"You have a temperature of 99.9 degrees" he announced, "You require medical attention"
"No I don't" Raylyn declared, though her voice wavered. She knew she was sick, but didn't want to admit it. Perhaps that was why she had insisted her brothers come down here tonight. She knew they would force her to go see her mother, even against her will.
"Come on, Ray, I'll walk with you" Wes offered, standing up.
"It's just a little warm in here, that's all" she tried again, though not even half heartedly. She saw Jason give Data a look.
"Jace!" she cried, not knowing exactly what it meant.
"Raylyn, as the head of this family.....
"You're not head yet!"
"....I order you to report to our Mother in Sickbay" Data finished, ignoring her comment.
"No, that's alright" Raylyn switched tactics, "I'll just go home and take a cold shower and get some rest. Maybe I'll tell Will I don't want to work tomorrow"
"Do we have to carry you, Ray?" Jason asked with an impudent smile. Raylyn rolled her eyes, knowing when she was defeated, but feeling relieved about it.
"No" she answered and stood...........
.......And fell back down again. She had passed out. Data quickly bent down and picked her up.
"Computer, exit!" Wes called.
"Viego to Crusher" Jason tapped the badge he'd been given for his visit, "Emergency. We're bringing Ray down"
"Crusher to Riker, Will you better get down to sickbay" Wes made another call.
"Data to Troi, you're presence is required in Sickbay immediately, Councilor"
"On my way!" in three different tones rang over three com badges. Crewman quickly stepped out of the way as the three brothers hurried down the corridors with their sister.
"What happened?" Beverly asked anxiously, both doctor and mother, as Data laid his sister out on the med bed.
"She has a fever of 99.9 degrees" Data said.
"We had just talked her into coming down when she fainted" Jason added. Will and Deanna burst through the doors, obviously having been forewarned by the link between the cousins.
"What the hell is happening?" Will demanded, going immediately to his wife's side and taking her limp hand in his own. Beverly was taking readings.
"Her heart rate has accelerated and her hormone levels are completely unbalanced" she reported while she worked, for their benefit.
"She's been having morning sickness for the past two weeks" Deanna told the doctor.
"That's not normal" Jason observed.
"She begged me not to say anything" Deanna told them.
"One month is too early for morning sickness, especially for her" Beverly commented, biting her lip. They were all well aware that Raylyn Picard had an iron clad stomach. "There!" Beverly exclaimed, spinning and going to her wall panels, "Nurse Ogawa! I need a hypospray of metacordazine!" Ogawa nodded and tossed the hypo through the air to the Doctor who quickly administered it. Then she took a blood sample from her daughter's calve where the medicine hadn't reached just yet.
"What is it?" Will demanded but Beverly's answer was stalled.
"She's coming around" Deanna said quietly. Raylyn's eyelids fluttered. She moaned slightly.
"Will?"
"I'm here, honey" he smiled and brushed a hand over her face.
/Imzadi?/
/Here/
"Mmmm...what's happened?"
"I'm not completely sure yet" Beverly answered, "Just rest" Raylyn immediately fell to sleep. Beverly jerked her head towards her office and the entire family followed.
"I think she's been infected with a rare form of the Ogowdian virus"
"Ogowdian virus?" Jason repeated before Will could.
"A rare Cardassian virus" Data informed them.
"You said she'd been infected" Will prompted his mother in law.
"Humans cannot naturally contract the Ogowdian virus, however, they will react if it's introduced to their body" Beverly reported.
"So you're telling me this was an attack" Will immediately concluded.
"That would be the logical conclusion, Commander" Data agreed. Will frowned and tapped his badge.
"Riker to Captain Picard" Down on the planet Jean-Luc stopped mid sentence.
"Yes, Commander?"
"Sorry to interrupt sir, but there's been an emergency on board" Will reported.
"Understood" Jean-Luc replied and excused himself. He wanted to know what had happened now.