Hello! This one has taken a little longer than I was planning. But it's finished and I'm happy with the result. This takes place during and after the episode "Yesterday's Enterprise". I did take some liberties here with the first part, especially since this episode was in a different timeline. The second part is from their original timeline.

Writing these little scenes, I love how things are getting so complicated between them. I know things might seem frustrating but their lives and their relationship with each other is very complex. But things will resolves themselves in these stories. Which is better than what I can say that was on the show **cough, cough... Attached... cough, cough**

Italics = character's thoughts

Yesterday's Enterprise:

"When will the Enterprise-C be up and running?" Beverly ran her hand down his bare chest. Trembling against the mix of cool air from the room and the heat from his body, she nestled herself closer to him and covered them with a long forgotten sheet. As she looked around, she was happy that they were able to finally put a bed in here. Before they took up residence in here for their 'afternoon rendezvous', it used to be a forgotten storage room.

Deep in thought, Jean Luc stared at the ceiling as he quietly replied, "Hmm… we hope to have it functional within a few hours." Feeling her move closer to him, he glanced at her taking in every part of her beautiful features.

Noticing that his mind was somewhere else, Beverly lightly kissed his on the corner of his mouth and then gave him a cajoling smile. "What is on your mind, Jean Luc?" Being patient, she knew he would discuss with her what was troubling him. It had always been this way between them since they first knew each other – first as friends and then as lovers. When she first knew him, he had a quiet, demanding presence, but after getting to know him, she saw an endearing vulnerability that kept him practical and kind. However, she didn't know how much anxiety he bore with his command until they became lovers. On the lucky nights that they were able to spend together in his quarters, he would spend half the night tossing and turning and the other half in a shallow sleep.

"I had a peculiar conversation with Guinian." Lightly tracing his fingers over her arm, he let his mind wonder back to their discussion.

"The woman from the mess hall? What did she say?" She raised her body so that her head was resting on her hand, letting the sheet fall to her bare waist.

Lifting himself onto his elbow, he made sure that their contact was never broken. "She told me that we weren't supposed to be here. That the Enterprise – C should go back through the wormhole. She said that this, the Enterprise-D, didn't feel right; that we were a ship of exploration and discovery, not for war." Letting the words sink in, he glanced at the chronometer. Seeing that their time was very limited, he shook his head and kissed her shoulder. Being tucked away in a little forgotten room between the bridge and Sickbay had an advantage of being close to where they needed to be when it was time to go back to the real world. For both of them, it was so easy to lose themselves within their little hideaway. If he had an ultimate choice, he would choose to stay in this room with her forever. "She has no evidence to support her claim, but her people were known to be very wise before her planet was destroyed. I impeccably trust her." He continued to plant kisses across her incredibly soft skin while he repeated the words of the wise woman over in his mind, hoping to find a solution to this dilemma within her touch. Briefly stopping for a moment, he knew what was going to happen next when he felt her body tense.

Placing a hand on his chest, Beverly gently pushed him back. "Jean Luc, do you believe that the crew from the other Enterprise should be sent back? It's sure to send them to a death sentence; especially since we need them here to help us fight the Klingons."

The Klingons…

He rolled onto his back and quietly sighed to himself. He abhorred talking about the Klingons with Beverly while they were in bed together. When it came down to it, every private moment spent with her was special and the last thing he wanted to do was to spend it like this.

But, in our time of war, everything always goes back to the Klingons.

Chewing the side of his mouth, he debated on telling her the truth. He knew confiding in her was an act of treason, but he didn't like hiding anything from her. Staring at the ceiling, he quietly whispered, "Starfleet predicts that we will have to unconditionally surrender within six months." Sitting up and leaning against the headboard, he looked down mentally berating himself. "We are fighting a losing war, Beverly. If I send the Enterprise – C back to its time period, then maybe, just maybe, there's a chance that this whole war would never exist. To me, that's better than nothing." Clasping his hands in his lap, he closed his eyes and shook his head - the last thing he wanted to do was to frighten her. Just the mere thought of what the Klingons could do to them if they surrendered terrified him more than he would ever let on.

Sitting up and leaning against the headboard herself, Beverly was quiet for a moment. She hated the thought of patching people up just for the sake of sending them back to battle. Although it happened all the time, she tried with all of her might to not let it happen and sometimes that meant stepping on Jean Luc's toes. Most the time they would fight and argue over the subject, but in the end the orders would come in from the top to send her patients back to the frontlines instantly guaranteeing their deaths. "But Jean Luc, they will die." She knew it was a weak argument, but it had to be said.

Hearing her soft voice, he covered her free hand with his own. He tried not to act surprised – or hurt- when she flinched at his touch. "I understand your concern, but they were going to die there anyways. At least we can send their ship back functional to where they can have a fighting chance." He sighed once more as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "I can at least bring it up to them. And if any of them chooses to stay then they can. But I don't want to be held responsible for changing the course of history."

It was either surrender to the Klingons or send back an entire ship and its crew to an already lost battle. Beverly looked down at her lap; she tried to not get depressed by the weight of this knowledge. Fighting back the tears that threatened, she felt as if there was no light at the end of this very long and treacherous tunnel. "What happens if they don't want to go back?" Feeling a tear falling down her cheek, she quickly wiped it away.

Turning and placing his hand on her cheek, Jean Luc lightly caressed the corner of her mouth. "They will go back. This is not their time period and they will not cower away from a fight. They are an honorable crew."

Shaking her head, her shoulders deflated in defeat. Wanting to lose herself in his touch, she slid her arms around his waist and rested her head within the crook of his neck. "I hate this."

Slipping his arms around her shoulders, Jean Luc kissed her forehead. "I know you do and I'm sorry that you know about it. If I could, I would take you away from all of this. I would bring you to a place where there is no war, or Klingons, or death." For a brief moment, he thought of a nice place to take her - somewhere where no one from Starfleet could communicate with them. "Do you remember that planet we went to recalibrate our engines?" He saw her quietly nod her head. "Before we were called away, I saw that their twin planet had this quiet, little beach town tucked away in a remote part. After this mission, we can go away for a couple of days."

It was one of the rare times where his ideas were impractical – making him sound like an eager, young cadet - and she loved him for it. "That sounds like a wonderful plan, Jean Luc." She knew going into this clandestine relationship with him that both were going to come to the table with baggage – the war, both married to other people, their duties and responsibilities – but now she knew they were meant to be together. Feeling her love for him fill her heart, she began to kiss him right below his ear.

Wanting nothing more than to spend the next twenty minutes in Heaven, Jean Luc wrapped his arms around her body and slid them down the bed. He kissed her with such fire and velocity that it left him breathless and yet wanting more. Poised between her legs and gasping for air, Jean Luc captured her cheeks and quietly said, "I can't go on any further without telling you that I am hopelessly and irrevocably in love you. I have been in love with you since the first moment I saw you. You are the light to my soul during the darkest of days. I love you and I will only love you until the end of time. You…," he paused to kiss her lightly on her lips, "… are the best thing that has ever happened to me."

Resting her forehead against his, Beverly then gave him a piercing gaze and quietly whispered, "You are wrong. It is you who are the best thing that ever happened to me. I love you. I always have and I always will." Kissing his forehead, she took a deep breath and whispered, "Jean Luc, we are going to be a family."

Back in their real timeline…

Stepping out of the turbolift, Beverly started to make her way towards the Bridge. It was the longer route, but with the corridors usually sparse and quiet, she liked to use the time to think. Looking down at her PADD, she reread the information on it before handing it to the captain.

Damn!

Suddenly stopping in the middle of the corridor, she realized that she forgot to add relevant information to the PADD. Looking around, she used her non-emergency medical override and ducked into one of the unused rooms hoping it had an available computer station she could use.

Leaving the door open, she quickly said, "Computer, lights at 50 percent." Finding a computer terminal at the desk, she hastily walked over to it and turned it on. After finding the appropriate files that were needed and downloading them to the PADD, she looked up and surveyed the room.

It was an ordinary office that was being used as a storage area for different types of furniture. Glancing back down at the computer, she saw that it needed more time to download. Instead of waiting at the desk, she walked around and started to explore. While perusing through a broken desk, she was almost knocked down by an overwhelming sense of déjà vu. Taking a closer look at the actual room instead of the furniture, she had a strong feeling that she had been in here many times before; but, for the life of her, she could not connect the memories. It was like she had seen it in a dream, but it was more real than that.

Beep, Beep.

Turning around, she knew that the computer was finished downloading; but curious as to these peculiar memories, she walked up to a connecting door. Opening it and expecting to find a bathroom, she was surprised to find a bed. Being on a starship, it was pointless to put a bed alongside an office when you could just simply walk to your quarters. Her surprise however turned into captivation as she entered deeper into the room.

The bed was unmade and looked like someone had slept in it very recently. Bending down, she touched the sheets. Instantly, a memory came bubbling to the surface of her mind.

I am in this bed… with a man, but I can't see his face. "After this mission, we can go away for a couple of days."

Then as quickly as it came, it went away. Trying to hold on to it, she closed her eyes and replayed it in her mind.

I was in this bed and we had just made love. Beverly quickly opened her eyes. The only man I have ever been intimate with on this ship was Jean Luc. But we never made love in here; it was either in his quarters or mine. And he has never asked me to go away with him. She shook her head and took a deep breath. This isn't right. No of this ever happened…

But the memory is so strong…

Closing her eyes again, she replayed it again, but this time putting Jean Luc's face to the man. He has his arms around me and we are both naked. He kisses my forehead and then mentions something about Klingons and war. It's all very muffled and I can only catch a few coherent words. And then everything becomes so clear. "Before we were called away, I saw that their twin planet had this quiet, little beach town tucked away in a remote part. After this mission, we can go away for a couple of days." And then it's gone. Beverly let out an exasperated breath. There is definitely more to this memory… but why can't I hold onto it.

"Beverly?"

Jumping out of her skin and falling ungracefully to the floor, she turned and squinted at the person standing at the entrance to the bedroom. Standing up, she angrily brushed herself off. "Jean Luc, you scared the hell out of me. Warn a girl next time before you come sneaking up on her."

Tilting his head to the side, he looked rightfully apologetic, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

She shook her head and ruefully said, "It's okay, just don't do it again." Looking back at the bed, she tried once again to piece her memory together, but it was getting harder for her to remember.

"What are you doing in here?" His voice drifted softly within the room.

Smirking, she playfully replied, "I should ask you the same thing."

"I was passing by, when I saw the door open. When I looked inside, I had the most curious feeling of déjà vu, like I had walked the path from the bridge to here many times before. I didn't know you were in here until I walked in."

When she didn't acknowledge him, he followed her line of sight. Walking up to her, his sense of déjà vu grew stronger. He had the strangest feeling that he had been in here numerous times – on the bed – but he knew this was the first time he has ever stepped into this room. Then as if his mind wanted to contradict him, a memory soared to the surface and it nearly knocked him to his knees. I am making love in here. But the only woman I have ever been intimate with on this ship was Beverly. We never made love in here; it was either in her quarters or mine. But then I look down at the woman I am making love to and I thread my fingers through her red hair. My God – it is Beverly, but I am certain we were never intimate in this room. Clearing his throat, Jean Luc looked away from the bed and stuttered, "Beverly, did we… umm… Did we use this room… at all…?"

Tearing her eyes away from the bed as well, she slowly shook her head and quietly replied, "No we didn't. But… you feel it too - like we have been here before… as lovers."

Her voice was so soft that he had to take a step towards her to hear her. "I remember all the times we have made love, and I am certain it was never in here. But, yet, there are many memories that are contradicting me - almost like we have lived another life."

Like a magnet, both turn back to look at the bed; staring at it for what seemed like for hours – almost like they were in a trance of trying to piece together a faraway memory.

Suddenly, Jean Luc turned to Beverly and asked, "Is this how it is meant to be?"

Sitting down on the bed, she threw her head into her hands. "I don't know Jean Luc, but I don't think this is déjà vu, it's much stronger than that."

Sitting down beside her, he placed his hand under her chin and gently lifted her head. "It is just as strong as all the other memories I can remember. I don't know how we gained these memories, but they are here and I would be a fool to deny them." Looking deep into her sea of blue, he could swear that he could see right through to her soul.

Placing her hand gently on his chest, she looked into his steely eyes. She was so close to him that she could feel his warm breath on her cheek.

"I love you."

Like an electric shock, both parted from each other.

Jean Luc was the first to speak, "Did you hear that?"

Standing up, Beverly held both of her hands against her chest. After a moment, she closed her eyes and shook her head. "No… it was… it was the computer in the other room." Stalking out of the bedroom, she grabbed the PADD from the desk and handed it to Jean Luc. "This is the final report on the affects we suffered from the dimensional shift on Rutia IV. I will also be turning this into Starfleet Command."

Taking the PADD from her, he placed it on the desk and grabbed her hands. He felt her shaking with fright. "Beverly, please, don't fight it. You heard it, didn't you?"

Creating a thin line with her lips, she shook her head. "I heard the computer and if you will excuse me, I have to get back to Sickbay." Slipping her hand out of his, she turned to make her way out of the room.

Before she got to the door, Jean Luc stated, "Try as hard as you want, Beverly, there was a time where we loved each other and I'll be damned to give that up."

Giving him no acknowledgement, she turned the corner and made a beeline towards the turbolift.

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