A/N: Second chapter... Had some problems with uploading before, for whatever reason, so it took somewhat longer... But anyway, here it is.

Disclaimer: I do not own Picard, Riker, Madden or the Titan. I do own the Blowdryer and Crewman/Ensign/Lieutenant Doe.

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Chapter Two... or something

- USS Titan:

'Captain's log, stardate: 9021.0.
I just had breakfast. A delightful croissant, richly smeared with butter and strawberry-jam.
A boiled egg and good cup of coffee finished it off.
Yes, it was very wonderful.
Deanna was insatiable last night. She kept going, and going, until I thought she could go no more. But I was mistaken.
Lieutenant Doe gave me an odd look on the bridge this morning. His quarters are right next to ours…
I should've soundproofed the room last night. And this morning.'

Suddenly, the comm. interrupted Will Riker's chain of thought.

'Captain, there is a ship heading straight for us!'
'Is it the Romulans?' Riker stood immediately.
'No, sir.'
'The Cardassians?' he clenched his fist.
'No, sir.'
'The… Borg?' He raised his hands in despair.
'No, sir.'
'Well then speak, man, who the hell is it!'
'Wait, the ship's hailing us! It's… It's… It's Captain Picard, sir!'
'My God!' Riker said as he pulled out chunks of his beard.
'Worse then I expected! I thought I was rid of the old goat! Battlestations!'

At once, the 'Red Alert' lights flared on.

Riker quickly made it to the bridge. His wife, Deanna Troi was already there, lying on a sofa (which was placed there on her demand) on her side, eating grapes.

'What is the matter, my lover?' She asked.
'Not now, Deanna!' Riker said as he took place in his Captain's chair.
'Ensign! On screen!'

The screen turned on, and they saw Picard. Sitting on the bridge of the USS Blowdryer, sipping a cup of tea while lifting his pinkie-finger.

'Nr 1! What the devil are you doing there! Return to the Blowdryer at once!' Picard said.

Riker looked puzzled for a moment.

'Ehm, Jean-Luc? I am a Captain now. Remember? Captain. I have my own ship…' He spread his arms to signify,
'… and my own crew now. I do not take orders from you, anymore.'
'What!' Picard spat out his tea, hitting Crewman Doe in his eye.

The Crewman fell down and rolled around yelling: 'It burns, it burns! Oh for the love of God, it burns!'

'The insubordination! I shall not tolerate mutiny, Riker! I will take you out of my will!' Picard said, ignoring Doe.
'What? You go ahead, old man!' Riker said.
'You have nothing to leave behind! An old moldy vineyard and a box of black-and-white photos? Besides, you won't take me out of your will, you have no one else to leave anything to!'
'That's…' Picard began, but he fell silent.
'Damn you're right. Will, help me. Help me find a woman, so I can produce an heir and cut you out of my will!'

Riker thought about it for a minute.
On the one hand he really didn't want to spend any more time with Jean-Luc Picard. On the other hand…

'You? Produce an heir? With a woman? This I got to see… Sure, Picard, I shall help you find a woman!' He said.

- USS Blowdryer:

'Good, Riker, thank you. I knew I could count on you!' Picard said.

He turned to Commander Madden.

'Now you see? That's the way a good Nr 1 should behave. Not opposing, but supporting.'
'But Riker's not your Nr 1 anymore!' Madden said desperately.
'There you go contradicting me again, Madden!' Picard said.
'But you are wrong! William Riker shall always be my Nr 1! Right, Will?' He asked to the view-screen.
'Uhm… right., whatever.' Riker said, uncomfortably.
'Say... what's with that shoe-box of a ship anyway, Jean-Luc?' He asked.
'Uhm... I don't want to talk about it right now, Will. Let's focus on the matter at hand, will you? Let's find me a woman!' Picard responded
'Alright... Ensign, match course with the... Blowdryer.' Riker said, raising an eyebrow.

Picard stood up and tucked down his jacket.

'Lieutenant... Engage!' He pointed to the viewscreen.
'Sir? You haven't given us a course yet...'
'Well bloody make one up! You haven't gone through four years of Starfleet training to sit their and press buttons like the next Bolian space-monkey! Make it so! I'll be in my ready room!' He said, and with that, he walked off.

Together the two ships departed, in search for a woman for Picard…