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...Chapter Three...

- USS Blowdryer:

'Captain's Log, Stardate: 3.1415
I'm currently walking into Beverly's sickbay. Yes, the doors are now swooshing closed behind me.
Hey, crewman Doe is lying on a bio-bed. Let's see… He's complaining about getting hot liquid in his eye. My God. How did he manage that? I have to talk to Starfleet about them sending me all these incompetent people… Hm, he's looking strangely at me now… As if he could hear my every thought… He's looking even more strangely at me… Might I have a bugger in my nose? I shall attempt to pick it subtly…'

'Jean-Luc, what are you doing? Why are you talking to yourself? And what are you doing with your nose?' Beverly Crusher added disgustedly.
'Well, Beverly…' Picard said.
'My finger appeares to be stuck up there… Uhm, this was not planned…'
'Let me see if I can fix it…' Crusher said impatiently, murmering to herself: 'Every week…'
'Alright, nurse, take the Captain's head, please?' She said.
'So, Jean-Luc, what brings you here?' She asked as she pulled on his finger with all her might.
'Well, Beverly,' Picard said uncomfortably as the nurse was pulling his head backwards by his nostrils,
'I came to talk to you about my current mission… You are aware of my quest for a new wife?'
'Yeah, so?' Crusher asked as she pulled even harder, turning red in her face.
'Well, I had to make sure you had no objections…'
Crusher took her hands of Picard's finger and motioned the nurse away.
'It's no use, Jean-Luc, you'll just have to wait 'till it pops out on its own. Why would I have objections?'
'Well, you know…' Picard said.
'Our history together…'
'History?' Crusher laughed.
'Jean-Luc, that was three years ago! It was during the Christmas celebration. You were drunk, I was drunk… So I patted you on your head. That's it. Nothing happened.'
'That's not how I recall it, Beverly!' Picard said.
'There was definite skin-contact!'
'Of course there was, you are bald, Jean-Luc!' Crusher replied.
'You rubbed, Beverly. You rubbed my head. You stroke me. You caressed me. You…'
'Alright, alright, I admit. There may have been some rubbing involved.' Beverly said as the nurse was starting to shoot them strange looks.
'And that meant nothing to you?' Picard said, hurt.
Crusher's expression softened, and she got closer to Picard.
'Of course it meant something to me, Jean-Luc, of course. How could it not! But it would never work out, Jean-Luc, you're the Captain… I'm the ship's Chief Medical Officer… It's doomed! Doomed, I tell you!'
Picard took her hand and placed it on his heart.
He was just about to say something when Ensign Doe called over the comm:

'Captain, the Titan has come to a full stop!'
Annoyed by the interruption, Picard answered:
'So?'
'Sir, if we don't drop out of warp, we'll shoot right past them!'
'Well then, drop out of warp! Make it so! Chop chop!' Picard said.
Incompetent bastards… He thought.
'Sir, I don't have the clearance to drop the ship out of warp!'
'Well find someone who bloody does!' Picard yelled.
'Are you the only bleeding one on the bridge?'
'Yes, sir.' Doe replied.
'Everyone else has gone to watch reruns of Alf.'
'Computer… Drop out of warp.' Picard sighed.
The ship dropped out of warp, just before it would pass the Titan.
'Blowdryer, this is the Titan.' Riker's voice came over the comm.
'What the hell happened? You nearly flew past us! We'd be more than 5 kilometers apart, you know that would disrupt the space-time-continuum!'
'Yes Riker I know. Concentrate on finding me a girl, will you?' Picard said.
'No problem. We'll have a meeting in one hour. Your ship or mine?'
'I don't care, flip a coin.'
They heard a coin flip.
'It's heads.'
Silence. Then Crusher asked:
'Which ship was heads?'
Silence.
'Ok, mine is heads, yours is tails.' Riker said.
They heard another coin flip.
'Alright, Picard, We'll meet on your ship in one hour. Riker out.'