"I Think I'll Keep You"
Saoirse_Granger:
"Beverly?"
"It's me, Jean-Luc. We need to get you out of here."
"What?"
"You're in the brig, remember?"
"Ah, yes."
She pulled out her tricorder and ran it up and down in front of him. "I knew it." She snapped the top of the tricorder shut. "Admiral Janeway told me Data had said to her that you had the early symptoms of Irumodic Syndrome. Liar."
"Irumodic syndrome? Me? Oh, no, Beverly."
"No, you don't have it. Data, or that thing, was lying. Meaning it wasn't Data." She went over to the computer terminal. "Computer, remove forcefield on cell 258, authorization Beta Gamma Nine Zero."
"Access denied."
"Dammit. Think, Jean-Luc. Who put you in here?"
"Some strange guards. Don't know who they were, but they're not from this ship."
"Crusher to Janeway."
"Janeway here."
"Can you come down to the brig immediately? I need your help."
"On my way. Janeway out."
Jean-Luc looked at Beverly with a look of mingled question and lust.
"Girl Power," she replied simply.
*
The Admiral's security code had opened Jean-Luc's cell, and he was free. "What time is it?"
Janeway called up the chronometer on the terminal screen. "1924."
"Oh, good. Data or no Data, the show must go on. You're still coming tonight, Beverly?"
Beverly laughed and nodded.
Kathryn looked at them both with an expression of mock disbelief.
*
"May I have this dance, Beverly?"
"Sure. But you don't dance."
"Times change."
"Yeah.right."
Kathryn laughed as Beverly grimaced, Jean-Luc's foot heavily on hers.
She wished it could have worked. Seven didn't deserve Chakotay. She was only hurting him more. She watched them dancing, Seven not quite at home with the whole "enjoy yourself" theory. Chakotay looked down, he knew he's made the wrong decision, but he also knew it could have worked. Kathryn could see the doubt in his eyes. There would have been no doubt if he'd chosen her. "I think I'll keep you," she thought.
Saoirse_Granger:
"Beverly?"
"It's me, Jean-Luc. We need to get you out of here."
"What?"
"You're in the brig, remember?"
"Ah, yes."
She pulled out her tricorder and ran it up and down in front of him. "I knew it." She snapped the top of the tricorder shut. "Admiral Janeway told me Data had said to her that you had the early symptoms of Irumodic Syndrome. Liar."
"Irumodic syndrome? Me? Oh, no, Beverly."
"No, you don't have it. Data, or that thing, was lying. Meaning it wasn't Data." She went over to the computer terminal. "Computer, remove forcefield on cell 258, authorization Beta Gamma Nine Zero."
"Access denied."
"Dammit. Think, Jean-Luc. Who put you in here?"
"Some strange guards. Don't know who they were, but they're not from this ship."
"Crusher to Janeway."
"Janeway here."
"Can you come down to the brig immediately? I need your help."
"On my way. Janeway out."
Jean-Luc looked at Beverly with a look of mingled question and lust.
"Girl Power," she replied simply.
*
The Admiral's security code had opened Jean-Luc's cell, and he was free. "What time is it?"
Janeway called up the chronometer on the terminal screen. "1924."
"Oh, good. Data or no Data, the show must go on. You're still coming tonight, Beverly?"
Beverly laughed and nodded.
Kathryn looked at them both with an expression of mock disbelief.
*
"May I have this dance, Beverly?"
"Sure. But you don't dance."
"Times change."
"Yeah.right."
Kathryn laughed as Beverly grimaced, Jean-Luc's foot heavily on hers.
She wished it could have worked. Seven didn't deserve Chakotay. She was only hurting him more. She watched them dancing, Seven not quite at home with the whole "enjoy yourself" theory. Chakotay looked down, he knew he's made the wrong decision, but he also knew it could have worked. Kathryn could see the doubt in his eyes. There would have been no doubt if he'd chosen her. "I think I'll keep you," she thought.