Well, here it is , only the second story with this sort of pairing. This is a Troi/Crusher story, yes a F/F story. It involves love between two women so if you don't like that sort of thing, don't read it. It it sweet, emotional and soapy, not a Technobabble story at all, if that's what you're looking for. Please, for the rest of you who just want a smooth, sweet read, enjoy…
—Me
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN ANY OF THE ORIGINAL CAST/CREW MEMBERS OF STAR TREK THE NEXT GENERATION. Ahem… Thank You for your attention
"Well, that about does it." Beverly Crusher closed the tricorder she had been using and smiled at her patient. Deanna Troi ran a hand over her face and into her hair, smiling as well. "How does it feel to have your own face back."
"Just right," Troi replied. Beverly turned away as Picard walked over. But all Crusher wanted to do was talk to her, to watch her, to hold her and help her through the pain. One of Deanna's closest friends, Beverly knew how much the "captivity" as a Romulan would have hurt her, besides watching a friend die. And besides, Beverly would take any excuse just to be near Deanna.
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Deanna sat alone in her quarters, trying to sort out the past few days and calm herself down. It had been terrifying living as a Romulan and yet she had remained calm, knowing that it was what she had to do. And the one thing that had kept her going, even when she was set for execution, was Beverly. All Troi could think about was the dinner appointment they had had planned for the night she was to return from the conference. That was 2 days ago.
Over the past year or so, both woman had grown closer, neither allowing themselves to realize that it might be more than friends. And yet, both knew. But now…
"Crusher to Troi." Dee's heart leapt.
"Troi here, what is it, Bev?"
"Umm, I know we missed the last one but how about dinner tonight? You up to it?"
"Yes!" Deanna said quickly. Too quickly. "I mean, yes, I'm fine now. How about 1800?"
"That's fine. Uhhh, I'll see you then. Crusher out." The moment the transmission was cut off, Deanna jumped up into the air and ran into her room. Now, what to wear?
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"This is good!" Deanna commented as she swallowed another spoonful of her soup. "Wait, let me guess. It's still not as good as Nana's."
"I guess I'm a little predictable. But just wait. When you take a bite of the chocolate mousse I got for dessert, you'll smile, and the minute you swallow, you'll say that it isn't as good as the fudge your father used to make." Troi returned the smile and finished off her soup.
"I guess that's why we're such good friends. We have so much in common." There was a moment of silence. Both were thinking the same thing—friends…
The rest of dessert went smoothly and Deanna was able to talk about her Romulan experience enough to put it behind her. And then suddenly, the meal was gone, their glasses were empty and the clock was staring down menacingly.
"Oh, my. I didn't realize it was so late! I should go, I have bridge duty tomorrow." Deanna rose as she spoke and put her glass in the recycler. Crusher also got up and cleared the table. As Troi stood near to the door, just inside the sensor line, both women stared at each other. Suddenly, Deanna walked forward and reached up to place a small kiss on the corner of Beverly's mouth.
"I think I'm in love with you, Beverly Crusher," she whispered in her ear and, before Beverly could recover enough to breathe, she was gone.
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All day, the next day, neither woman could concentrate. Soon after entering Sickbay, Alyssa barricaded Crusher in her office, knowing the doctor would cause more trouble than good. And, as for Deanna's bridge shift, more than once she was caught day-dreaming and had to be told something twice. After a while, Will arrived and Deanna decided to take the day off. Surprisingly, only minutes after Deanna had settled in on the couch in her quarters, her door chime rang. Knowing full-well who was on the other side, Deanna stood and smoothed her hair before calling for the door to open.
For a moment, neither woman spoke, only, stared at each other. And before Crusher could begin, Deanna spoke.
"You know, what I said yesterday…well, I have to take it back." Beverly's heart dropped. "I don't think I'm in love with you." Again it sank, even lower than before. Still, as Troi walked toward her, she didn't move. "I know I'm in love with you."
Beverly's heart soared. As Deanna reached up to kiss her again, she slipped a hand around the back of the younger woman's head, burying her fingers in her long silky hair and pulling Troi's face in closer.
When the broke apart, for lack of air, there was, again, silence.
"Well, now what do we do," Beverly asked and Deanna smiled.
"We talk about what this means for both of us and those closest to us." She motioned to the couch and both sat. And as if it were the most natural thing in the world, Beverly grabbed a pillow and laid her head on it on Troi's lap." For both of us, it means we're both lesbian as well as being bisexual, since both your soul mate and my Imzadi are male. Also, for me, this means that I will have to tell Will, and my mother, though I think it will be easier to tell him, considering he and Ro Lauren are getting very close." Troi paused.
"And I have to tell Jean-Luc. And Wesley. Somehow, I'm going to have to let him know." Crusher shuddered. "That'll be a nightmare."
"Don't worry. Now we can do this together. Support makes everything easier." For a minute or so both were still, enjoying the presence of the other so near to them.
"I don't want to…like…do anything with you. Not yet, I mean. I guess that sounds a little silly considering my track record but…I just want this to be special," Crusher said, breaking the silence.
"'Do anything?'" Troi queried, not understanding.
"You know…make love…I mean I want to but not until after…after we get married."
"Well, first off, I do agree with you, but I do think we should wait a little longer before we start thinking about getting married!" Crusher sat up and turned to face Deanna.
"Alright, we'll take all the time you need. But when I propose, I promise, it will be forever." She leaned in for another long, sweet kiss and then sat back. "Oh, look at the time! I must be going!" The older woman got up to leave but Troi grabbed her hand.
"Oh, no you don't! You are not leaving after all of this. No, tonight you will stay. Come."
"But I thought we agreed…"
"What kind of a girl do you think I am! Just because you're sleeping next to me doesn't mean we're going to have sex!" Crusher laughed and followed her obediently.