"I thought you had a duty shift or something." Heather said, smiling at
him.
"And I thought you were going to read a book." He said, smiling back at her.
"Well, if neither of us are doing anything, why wait until tomorrow?"
"Alright. Say, five minutes?"
"Great! Meet you out here then."
Heather dashed into her room and went to her closet.
"Damn, I forgot to replicate some real clothes." She walked to the other end of the room. "Tight fit, boot cut black jeans, and a lavender angle cut neck shirt with ¾ sleeves that flow out half a foot from there."
"Please specify size."
"Oh come on! Scan me!"
The computer beeped a bit, and then finally dispensed the clothes.
"Thank you."
Heather jumped into the good clothes and ran her brush through her hair, which instantly went frizzy.
"Damn. I need my leave in conditioner."
After fighting with the computer for a couple of minutes, she finally explained the concept of the leave in conditioner, and her hair was back to it's normal shiny self. She had figured out how to get make up out of the stupid machine and some tiny silver jewelry as well. Just as she was fastening the clasp of her bracelet, Heather's door chime sounded.
There stood Wesley, out of uniform in a casual but really nice outfit, holding something in his hands.
"Here." He said, handing it to Heather.
She gasped as she opened the box. Inside was a choker, not just any choker but the exact same one that she had worn to her graduation. Four rows of tiny Austrian crystals all the way across made for a very classy and timeless look.
"How'd you get this?" she whispered in awe that someone could be so thoughtful to do that for her.
"I did some digging, and I found an old article about you and your friends' disappearances. They had a picture of you at your graduation, and I re- created the necklace."
Heather practically pounced on Wes, throwing her arms around him and kissing him on the cheek.
"You are the most considerate and sweet guy I have ever met!" she said to him.
"You want me to help you put it on?"
"Sure, here." She backed up and handed him the necklace.
Wes clasped the two ends around Heather's neck, and then held his arm out to her.
"Shall we?"
"Of course!" Heather replied taking his arm in delight.
+++++++++++++++++++++++
"Now this, this is fun!" exclaimed Heather over the music.
Wes and Heather had decided to recreate her graduation dance - without all the people for more privacy. Wes stood in front of Heather, one arm wrapped around her waist as she fell into him.
"But you could use a few jiving lessons!" she added.
"What can I say, there isn't much time for jiving when you have duty shifts on the enterprise!" he said back.
"You wanna stop?"
"Sure, I've got an idea." Wes let go of Heather, who had to regain her balance, and called for the arch. He started pushing icons on the panel, and when Heather went to see, he stopped her. "It's a surprise."
Suddenly, the gym floor beneath them turned to grass, and a warm breeze swished past them carrying the smell of lilacs. The music died down and above them were the brightest stars ever seen.
"Florida." Heather said as she breathed in the warm humid air.
"Actually, British Columbia. We're on a cliff in Victoria in the late 20th century."
"Oh my god, you're awesome!"
"I try."
"So do you want to learn or what? We can still have music up here."
"How?"
"Computer, arch!" Heather said triumphantly. She grinned and walked over to the arch. Two seconds later there was a cherry-red Sunfire convertible sitting two feet from Wes.
"That's how!" Heather said as she leaned over, and flipped on the radio. Slow jazz began to play softly. "Now take my hand - here. Put the other on my hip, I hang onto your shoulder like this. And it's left, right, rock step."
++++++++++++++++++++
"I wonder what Heather's up to." Danielle said. "Computer, locate Heather."
"Heather is in holodeck two."
"Interesting." That's sparked a realization in her mind. "Computer, locate Wesley Crusher."
"Ensign Crusher is in holodeck two."
With that, Danielle stood up and practically flew to the holodeck.
'Screw the door.' She thought, and walked through the wall, to find a red convertible, jazz music, humid air and Wesley and Heather - stuck in lip- lock.
"Ah-hem." Danielle coughed loudly, and the two looked up in surprise as she sat down in the car, crossing her arms stubbornly. "I am now a chaperone."
"Go away."
"No."
"You have to go away."
"Why?"
"For one, I'm on a date here. For another, Picard will kill you if you don't find your com badge."
Danielle looked down to see that indeed, the com badge had fallen off again.
"Dammit! You guys have to help me look for it considering I just saved you from getting in trouble for sleeping in tomorrow."
"Fine, if it will make you go away." Wes said, clearly annoyed.
"Good. Computer, end program!" Danielle shouted and walked out the door. "Come on!"
"Sorry." Heather said to Wes. "I wish I could control her, but I can't."
"That's okay. We've got a date for tomorrow anyway, right?"
"Right." Heather smiled at him. And for once, she was feeling happier than she had in a long time.
"And I thought you were going to read a book." He said, smiling back at her.
"Well, if neither of us are doing anything, why wait until tomorrow?"
"Alright. Say, five minutes?"
"Great! Meet you out here then."
Heather dashed into her room and went to her closet.
"Damn, I forgot to replicate some real clothes." She walked to the other end of the room. "Tight fit, boot cut black jeans, and a lavender angle cut neck shirt with ¾ sleeves that flow out half a foot from there."
"Please specify size."
"Oh come on! Scan me!"
The computer beeped a bit, and then finally dispensed the clothes.
"Thank you."
Heather jumped into the good clothes and ran her brush through her hair, which instantly went frizzy.
"Damn. I need my leave in conditioner."
After fighting with the computer for a couple of minutes, she finally explained the concept of the leave in conditioner, and her hair was back to it's normal shiny self. She had figured out how to get make up out of the stupid machine and some tiny silver jewelry as well. Just as she was fastening the clasp of her bracelet, Heather's door chime sounded.
There stood Wesley, out of uniform in a casual but really nice outfit, holding something in his hands.
"Here." He said, handing it to Heather.
She gasped as she opened the box. Inside was a choker, not just any choker but the exact same one that she had worn to her graduation. Four rows of tiny Austrian crystals all the way across made for a very classy and timeless look.
"How'd you get this?" she whispered in awe that someone could be so thoughtful to do that for her.
"I did some digging, and I found an old article about you and your friends' disappearances. They had a picture of you at your graduation, and I re- created the necklace."
Heather practically pounced on Wes, throwing her arms around him and kissing him on the cheek.
"You are the most considerate and sweet guy I have ever met!" she said to him.
"You want me to help you put it on?"
"Sure, here." She backed up and handed him the necklace.
Wes clasped the two ends around Heather's neck, and then held his arm out to her.
"Shall we?"
"Of course!" Heather replied taking his arm in delight.
+++++++++++++++++++++++
"Now this, this is fun!" exclaimed Heather over the music.
Wes and Heather had decided to recreate her graduation dance - without all the people for more privacy. Wes stood in front of Heather, one arm wrapped around her waist as she fell into him.
"But you could use a few jiving lessons!" she added.
"What can I say, there isn't much time for jiving when you have duty shifts on the enterprise!" he said back.
"You wanna stop?"
"Sure, I've got an idea." Wes let go of Heather, who had to regain her balance, and called for the arch. He started pushing icons on the panel, and when Heather went to see, he stopped her. "It's a surprise."
Suddenly, the gym floor beneath them turned to grass, and a warm breeze swished past them carrying the smell of lilacs. The music died down and above them were the brightest stars ever seen.
"Florida." Heather said as she breathed in the warm humid air.
"Actually, British Columbia. We're on a cliff in Victoria in the late 20th century."
"Oh my god, you're awesome!"
"I try."
"So do you want to learn or what? We can still have music up here."
"How?"
"Computer, arch!" Heather said triumphantly. She grinned and walked over to the arch. Two seconds later there was a cherry-red Sunfire convertible sitting two feet from Wes.
"That's how!" Heather said as she leaned over, and flipped on the radio. Slow jazz began to play softly. "Now take my hand - here. Put the other on my hip, I hang onto your shoulder like this. And it's left, right, rock step."
++++++++++++++++++++
"I wonder what Heather's up to." Danielle said. "Computer, locate Heather."
"Heather is in holodeck two."
"Interesting." That's sparked a realization in her mind. "Computer, locate Wesley Crusher."
"Ensign Crusher is in holodeck two."
With that, Danielle stood up and practically flew to the holodeck.
'Screw the door.' She thought, and walked through the wall, to find a red convertible, jazz music, humid air and Wesley and Heather - stuck in lip- lock.
"Ah-hem." Danielle coughed loudly, and the two looked up in surprise as she sat down in the car, crossing her arms stubbornly. "I am now a chaperone."
"Go away."
"No."
"You have to go away."
"Why?"
"For one, I'm on a date here. For another, Picard will kill you if you don't find your com badge."
Danielle looked down to see that indeed, the com badge had fallen off again.
"Dammit! You guys have to help me look for it considering I just saved you from getting in trouble for sleeping in tomorrow."
"Fine, if it will make you go away." Wes said, clearly annoyed.
"Good. Computer, end program!" Danielle shouted and walked out the door. "Come on!"
"Sorry." Heather said to Wes. "I wish I could control her, but I can't."
"That's okay. We've got a date for tomorrow anyway, right?"
"Right." Heather smiled at him. And for once, she was feeling happier than she had in a long time.