Jean-Luc had no idea what Beverly was talking about with Deanna as the last of her dermal regenerators were removed. He was being given the once over on the other side of sickbay, their range enough that he could even wait in the corridor outside. Officially given the all clear, they would at last be able to go on their shore leave!
If I'd known all of this would happen, I'd have just recommended more time on the holodeck, Beverly projected to him, sensing his thoughts. Deanna looked between them, then resumed her conversation with Beverly. Whatever it was, it didn't seem like either were too happy talking about it. All clear, let's go. Beverly got up off her biobed, Jean-Luc standing and waiting by the door.
"We're talking about this when you get back," Deanna told her, quietly in an attempt for others to not overhear.
Something wrong? Jean-Luc inquired, offering his arm.
Don't worry, let's just focus on the lovely holiday we get to leave for tomorrow! Beverly put on a smile, threading her arm through his. "Okay, Deanna," she said quietly to her. Deanna let out an annoyed sigh, but let them go. Can we drop past my quarters so I can pack?
Of course.
They wandered back to Beverly's quarters, sharing day dreams of where they would be going to the next day. Both noticed the glances in the corridors as they passed people. Even if Starfleet lets us return to our jobs, do you think the rest of the crew would be able to adapt?
They'll have to. Jean-Luc tugged his shirt. Your sickbay staff seemed to adapt easily.
Beverly let out a laugh as they walked inside, the door hissing behind them. Take a seat, I'll try to be quick. She waved him to the sofa.
Take all the time you want. He sat, crossing his arms and legs.
"My staff might look like they have adapted, but trust me," Beverly said, moving around the room. "They'll be talking. Mark my words." She looked up to him and raised a finger. "Everyone on the ship will know about what's happened before we leave tomorrow." She went about her packing while Jean-Luc sat in a chair and thought about the situation, before standing and moving to the window, ending up staring at his reflection. He recognised himself, yes, but he knew very few others aboard would, which gave him something he had never had aboard the Enterprise: anonymity.
After hearing a particularly wicked plan of his, Beverly piped in, "That sounds like a hilarious idea and we should totally do it, but you're forgetting, people will still recognise me." I could dye my hair for the night?
He turned to face her and they shared a smile.
A/N: Thanks to sash queen of the jungle, spacekitten2700 and Guest for the reviews! Almost at the end of the fic, but it won't be the end of the story!
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