"So, any update on Starfleet's plans to assist the Aldeans?" Wesley asked his mother at dinner in their quarters.
Dr. Crusher had to roll her eyes a little. Wesley was always interested in the ship's going-ons... even information on things he wasn't really privy to. Especially information he wasn't cleared for.
"It's in Starfleet Command's hands now," she said, "but I believe they're accepting new colonists there to help them repopulate."
"That's awesome," Wesley said.
"By the way, Wes," the doctor added, "I'm still amazed at what a good job you did down there with the other children. I don't think we could have saved you or the rest of them without your help."
Wesley grinned. "Thanks, Mom. The captain thanked me, but he seemed a little awkward about it."
That sounds like Jean-Luc, she thought. "Are you staying in touch with the other kids?"
"Sure," Wesley said. "Actually, I'm going to start tutoring Harry in calculus starting next week."
"Really?" Dr. Crusher asked, incredulous. "Are you sure you can handle it with everything else you've got going on?"
"You can trust me, Mom," Wesley said, looking Dr. Crusher in the eye. "He really needs my help."
"Alright, if you say so." She knew that the senior staff (mainly the captain) thought that her son could be annoying, but most of all he was compassionate and perceptive.
Those were the things she admired about him most of all.