Disclaimer: See chapter one.

A/N: Yes, I do realize that they were on the Enterprise when Wesley was 14, but who knows exactly when they got there? And yes, I know he should be older, but age accuracy be damned. I figure I'm allowed a certain bit of license, so I took it. But for those of you who need an explanation, here it is: The incident at the dance happened BEFORE they joined the Enterprise. Short, sweet, and to the point. Enjoy the second chapter.

Chapter Two: The First Reunion

Dr. Beverly Crusher had been doing paperwork when a visitor was announced. She had just finished, and looked up from her work as the door opened and a young woman walked in. Her face slowly turned from an expression of surprise to a gigantic smile. She rose and walked away from her desk and hugged the visitor.

"Lauren, it's so good to see you again," she said, clearly happy to see the girl after so many years. "How have you been?"

"As well as can be expected," Lauren replied. "Things have gotten quite stressful around my house lately."

"How so?" Dr. Crusher asked as she sat down on her couch.

Lauren sat down as well, thankful to be on a more comfortable chair. "Well, with the little one running around and getting into everything, we haven't had a moment's rest."

"Little one?" Dr. Crusher repeated in disbelief. "And who's little one would that be?"

"Mom's," Lauren said, laughing slightly. "A little two-year-old terror by the name of Audra Scarlett. She's a little devil."

"Like a few other members of the Scarlett family, if I am remembering correctly."

"OK, OK, she's just like me and Willa when we were little, but she's not as bad as the boys."

Dr. Crusher laughed at the mention of Lauren's cousins. "Speaking of the Trio of Terror, how are they?"

"They're doing fine," Lauren said. "Last I heard, Alex was going to take the Academy Entrance Exam. As for Chris and John, I have no idea. As far as I know, they're still at home, plotting."

There was silence for a few moments, then Lauren asked a question that she had been wanting the answer to for years.

"How's Wesley?" she asked quietly, as if she didn't want to know the answer.

"He's doing fine," Dr. Crusher said. "He's come home for a bit, so you might see him around if you're staying for a while. Which leads me to my next question, how long are you staying for?"

"I'm here visiting my father's parents for a week, and then I'm going back home to the little devil," Lauren said. "And Willa," she added.

"Ah yes, Willa. How is she?"

"She's doing fine as well. She's getting ready to go to college again. Trying to get her Master's, or whatever it's called."

Dr. Crusher was struck with an idea as Lauren relayed her tales of family to her. Maybe Lauren wouldn't be receptive to it, and maybe she would be. It was worth a try.

"Lauren," she said quietly. "Would you like to see Wesley again?"

Lauren paused, completely taken aback by the doctor's sudden question. She thought for a moment, the two parts of her brain fighting to come to an answer. Finally, after a few long minutes of thought, she said, "Yes, I would."

Dr. Crusher smiled at her again. She knew which two parts were fighting. She couldn't read people's feelings like Deanna Troi could, but she had been young once, and knew what it was like.

"Then go to the Starlight Café tonight at around 7:00," she said. "I'll be coming along too, in case you throw yourself at him."

"Dr. Crusher, what makes you think I'm going to throw myself at your son after seven years?"

"Don't think I don't remember how mad you were at him," she said. "You saw him that next day and practically flew through the air. It took three of your family members to pull you off of him."

"Four," Lauren said. "Chris helped too. I remember him saying something about how good my punches were. Hope I didn't give him any lasting scars."

"None that are visible," Dr. Crusher thought to herself, then said, "Not at all. He did forgive you, at least."

"And I still have it," Lauren said, pointing to the pin. "I'm hoping to return it and get my necklace back. God only knows what he's gone and done with it. Probably hawked it somewhere for extra cash. In which case, restraint might be needed."

"Just let me give you the address of the café," Dr. Crusher replied, laughing at Lauren's choice of words. She wrote the address down on a sheet of paper and handed it to Lauren. Lauren took the paper and smiled as she put it in her pocket. At that moment, her eyes just happened to look at the clock above Dr. Crusher's desk.

"Wow," she said, quickly standing up. "I've got to go. My grandmother's expecting me back at the house very soon. It was wonderful seeing you again, Dr. Crusher."

"It was wonderful seeing you again as well," she replied. "Remember, 7:00 at the Starlight Café."

Lauren grinned as she turned the doorknob to leave. "Got it," she said. She left the Starfleet Academy building grinning. As she walked back to her grandmother's house she thought to herself, "After all these years, seeing him again. I wonder...has he forgiven me completely? And I also wonder, have I forgiven him? I guess I'll find out tonight. Which reminds me, what the hell am I going to wear?"