Hello! This missing scene takes place after the episode "The Survivors". Thank you KeRoth for reading over this and your advice!

The Survivors:

After Kevin disappeared from the room, Jean Luc's eyes, clouded with concern, went straight to Beverly's. "How is she?"

With her attention back on Deanna, Beverly walked over to her bed and took out her tricorder. "All signs appear normal." As she snapped her tricorder shut, she looked up at the Captain. "As I walked in to check on her, Kevin had stopped whatever music he was playing in her head. He told me that she would have figured out who he really was. So to block her mind, he played the same song over and over again in her head." Beverly looked down at the counselor and patted her shoulder. After a moment, she stood up and firmly said, "She's sleeping peacefully now."

Giving a curt nod, Jean Luc said, "Good. Keep me apprised of her condition, Doctor." He turned and walked out of Deanna's quarters.

Beverly stared after his retreating figure, shocked at his abrupt departure. Following after him, she called out, "Captain! I'm surprised that you let Kevin go after what he did. He should pay for his crimes, especially for what he did to Deanna."

Jean Luc abruptly stopped in the middle of the corridor and turned just as Beverly caught up to him. "Even if I wanted to, how could I stop an omnipotent being?"

Beverly bit the side of her cheek; she hadn't thought of that and she mentally berated herself. "I know that you couldn't stop him but he should still be held accountable for his crimes."

Clenching his jaw, Jean Luc looked at Beverly. She looked so determined and not willing to back down from this fight. However, when he looked closer, the only thought going through his mind was if she were to die – whether at the hands of another being or by old age. Within a second, his fight mode switched to flight as a deep sadness overtook the inside of his body. As much as his heart told him to let her in to his despair, his mind told him to walk away as fast as possible. "It is my belief Doctor that he will live with the pain and guilt of killing an entire race of species for the rest of his immortal life. If you would, excuse me." Turning around, he strode towards the turbolift without a glance back.

His response made Beverly hesitate for a moment before going after him. She knew that Jean Luc never took these truths lightly. If someone had committed a crime then they should be punished for it. It was one thing that they had both agreed on – at least to a certain extent. But for him to be so dismissive was not like him. Hoping that he had not walked into the turbolift just yet, she quickly raced to catch him.

When the doors opened, Jean Luc walked in the turbolift. "Bridge."

Just as the doors were closing, Beverly stepped in. "That doesn't excuse him murdering billions of beings, most of which weren't even responsible for the attack or for killing Rishon. You know just as well as I that he should be held responsible for his crimes. Why are you making excuses for him?"

Digging his feet into the ground, Jean Luc tried to ignore the grief that that was slowly catching up to him. After giving himself a second to control his emotions, he turned to Beverly and calmly said, "In a moment where he was vulnerable, a man acted on his emotions. He had just lost the love of his life to a brutal and unmatched fight. I imagine, if I were in his shoes and the love of my life," he looked over to Beverly, his eyes unwavering and showing every emotion surging through his heart and soul, "was killed at the hands of a cruel race I would want vengeance as well." He stopped for a moment, just to stare into her beautiful sapphire eyes. "I would stop at nothing until I got it. And then I would spend the rest of my days feeling guilty for exacting that revenge on, as you say, innocent bystanders."

With his heart in control, he lifted his hand and barely touched her cheek as he whispered, "At the same time, the loss of my loved one would make me not care about anyone or anything. That way of living, my dear Beverly, is worse than imprisonment or death."

Shocked, Beverly just stood there not knowing how to respond. Just for a brief moment, she surrendered herself to his warm touch. Backing away from him, she could still see the agony crossing his face. Shaking the pain from her own heart, she turned towards to the doors. In an instant she felt loneliness creep into her soul despite the man standing next to her. She desperately wanted to reach out to touch him, to comfort him… to love him. But was she willing to take the risk? She was once ready to take it before, but could she again? Knowing full well what was beyond those doors when they decided to open, she grasped her hands behind her back.

By the time the doors opened, Jean Luc turned to Beverly and stoically said, "Doctor." Walking out onto the bridge, he felt himself erase any and all emotion he had shared with her moments ago. Just the thought of losing her was painful to the point of torture. Two years ago when she joined the Enterprise, he vowed that he would protect her until his last dying breath. Sitting in his seat, he remembered the numerous times she was in danger during an away mission or even in the holodeck… Forcing his mind to think about something else, he thought back to her warm skin underneath his fingertips. For the second time in as many weeks, he felt his chest explode. When he touched her like that, it was so intimate that everything in the universe felt right and at peace. Even though their connection lasted a moment, it was all he needed.

After the turbolift doors closed on Jean Luc's retreating figure, Beverly took a slight step back and said, "Deck 8". Feeling the elevator move beneath her feet, she replayed his soft spoken words through her mind. She lightly touched her cheek where he had his hand just a moment ago. The way he looked at her, the way he touched her, his words of loss and heartbreak…

She felt a chill run up her spine.

It was me, but has it always been that way? Not wanting to cross that emotional bridge just yet, she straightened herself as the doors opened.