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.Shrinking Trek 3: Picard's Enterprise	By : keithcompany Category: Star Trek > The Next Generation Views: 6478 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: Star Trek, the Federation, the various races and characters are all property of Paramount. Legend and the characters of that show belong to Gekko Film Corp. This exploration of adult situations with Trek characters is only for entertainment.
The author is not making any kind of profit from this fanfic.
This work is my own. Do not repost this story beyond the limits of the Fair Use standards of Copyright Law (quotes, examples, ‘you gotta read this’ excerpts, the usual).
I tend to work with size-themed fiction, which includes overwhelming control issues and outrageous differences in scale. Such disparate sizes between partners is not for everyone, so be warned.
The story is a continuation of a situation started with Shrinking Trek: Archer's Enterprise.
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Doctor Crusher swept through Sickbay and entered her office. The Enterprise was surveying the fabric of space between Vulcan and Earth. It was time consuming and tedious.
That meant the only cases in her medical bays were small injuries. People joined Starfleet expecting a certain amount of excitement. Instead, bored crewmen were walking into walls, or throwing their shoulders out on the holodeck. Everything for the last three days was well within the capabilities of the nurses and medics on her staff.
So finally, Beverly had the time to flesh out the three medical papers that had been lurking in her mind for a year.
She’d cleared her schedule; delegated as much as she could force her conscience to accept; made sure her subordinates knew to call her for anything and called up her medical reports program.
Beverly decided to start with the Pentaran cerebral plague and its ability to cross infect Type II shuttle navigation subsystems.
She set her tea on the desk, settled comfortably in her chair and leaned towards the screen.
“Computer,” she started, “create a database running caption. Access Pentarus V logs from stardate….”
And hour later, she was nearly through establishing the parameters of the auto-file. With her records and lab reports arranged, the hypertext aimed, it was time to begin the actual article.
“There is no thumbrule,” she dictated, “for cross species biological infection. Each organism with such capabilities is unique. This makes identification of a plague, much less the treatment, a major challenge for the medical professional faced with such a situation.
“A far greater challenge exists when the infection has the ability to affect electro-mechanical devices with no biological components.” She leaned forward to select a photograph to include in the narrative at that point.
As she did, though, she fell off the chair.
Without warning, she was swarmed by some thick material and falling through it. The doctor fell long enough to complete a somersault and land on her backside.
She gave a brief yelp at the impact.
Lost in the dark, under the weight of the tarp or sail around her, Beverly thrashed around trying to find her bearings.
“HELP!” she cried out. “Anyone?   Where am I?”
“Doctor Crusher?” She recognized the voice of one of the other doctors in her department, the Vulcan Selar.
“Over here!” Crusher shouted. “Wherever ‘here’ is!”
“Here, it would seem, is within your uniform.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” Crusher asked. Selar’s voice had come from somewhere above her. A second later the fabric above her parted and light entered. Straight above her was the face of her assistant.
The giant face.
“Oh, what’s Q done to me now?” she sighed.
“I believe,” Selar answered the rhetorical question, “the problem is something besides a Q visitation, Doctor Crusher. I am going to pick you up off of the floor.” With that, she reached down and scooped up her superior.
At the touch of the very warm hand, Beverly realized that she was naked. Just as she wondered where her uniform had gone, she was lifted into the light. Her clothes were puddled on the floor below her. They were the canvas that had overwhelmed her.
Selar lifted her straight up and turned towards the office door. As she did, she struck her comm badge with her free hand.
“Selar to the Bridge. We need the commanding officer in Sickbay.”
“Eek!” Beverly immediately regretted the squeak but the idea of facing Picard while tiny and naked was daunting.
“Acknowledged,” Data’s voice replied. There was the briefest of pauses. “Doctor Selar, is there a problem with your communicator? I believe I heard Doctor Crusher’s voice, but the frequency was much higher than-“
“Nothing is wrong with my communication device,” Selar answered, tapping the machine off again. Two steps into sickbay, she plucked a treatment cloth out of the readi-stored rack and wrapped the shrunken officer with it.
Beverly gratefully held the cloth tightly around herself as she was placed on an examination table. She expected Selar to lower the diagnostic hood, but was wrong. Instead, the woman turned to the two nurses and the medic across the room.
They were staring at the table and the woman on it. Nurse Ogawa took a careful step towards the table, but was brought up short by Selar’s orders.
“There has been an unanticipated event. I suspect I know what has happened. If I am right, this would have affected personnel in the immediate vicinity of Doctor Crusher at the same time, but perhaps to different degrees.
“Two of you will proceed very carefully to decks 11 and 13 and investigate the compartments vertically adjacent to Doctor Crusher’s office. I believe Counselor Troi’s office is directly above and the main computer core is beneath.
“The last one of you will sweep the medical labs. Check all spaces for tiny people. Look for empty uniforms in places even humans would not discard their clothing.”
The staffers departed swiftly on their appointed rounds. In the sudden silence, it seemed to Beverly that she finally had a chance to catch her breath.
“HEY!” she shouted up to her subordinate. “I appreciate the Vulcan urge to ‘take charge in a crisis,’ but I’d appreciate the chance to give my own personnel orders when I’m in the room! And besides, wouldn’t a scan be faster and more efficient than eyeball inspections?”
Selar turned to face her and bent closer. “I also felt a human-like urge to ‘offer privacy for delicate matters.’ It is something I learned from you.”
“Oh.” Crusher took a small step back from the looming face. “What’s the matter?”
“Have you ever heard of Ohkog?”
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Twenty minutes later, Picard paced beside the examination table, glancing at his officers from time to time. Beverly moved to stand a little closer to the other two.
Crusher, Troi and Riker stood at the table center. All three were the same height, about seven inches tall.
Selar had programmed a replicator to produce scaled uniforms for them so they were no longer naked. But the scowl on the CO’s face above them was still an imposing sight.
“This just seems so….so, unseemly, Doctor. Sex is supposed to restore my personnel?”
“It is the likeliest explanation for their condition,” Selar replied, gesturing towards the tiny officers. “Sir, if it was Ohkog, there is a time limit. They must be restored before he loses interest.”
“What about a subspace anomaly?” Picard suggested.
“If this were caused by a condition of physics,” the Vulcan explained calmly…of course, “it would have affected the entire office, or at least their uniforms.”
“A biological agent?”
“Anything affecting active systems would not have affected their skin, hair or fingernails.” Beside Beverly, Troi shuddered at the image that formed in her mind and hugged Riker close.
Dr. Crusher thought instead of the bones of her skeleton growing out as her tissues shrank. She reached out to place a hand on Riker’s shoulder. He smiled at her and patted her hand.
“Maybe it’s something that resonates at a…a frequency that only affects organic tissue?” Picard looked helplessly at the others. Selar shook her head.
“Take a close look at Doctor Crusher, Captain.” Picard bent down. Beverly forced herself not to step backwards as the man’s head swooped down. She stared back into his face as he examined her.
“If it was organic,” Selar pointed out, “her makeup would not have shrunk as well.”
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Nurse Ogawa lowered the sample case to the floor of the holosuite and opened the side panel. The three officers stepped out.
“Good luck, Doctor,” the ensign offered softly. “You too, Commander, Counselor.”
“Thanks, Alyssa,” Crusher replied with a weak smile. The nurse nodded and left. The door closed behind her with an ominous sound, Beverly thought. She looked around the room.
From their view, it seemed bigger than the hangar decks. “Not too cozy,” she muttered.
“As I understand the rules,” Riker said, “we get rewards for sex. The reward is to be grown back to normal size. We get some inches back for masturbating, more for giving someone else sexual satisfaction, and even more for achieving our own satisfaction.” He looked a question at the other two, neither had anything to add.
“So,” he concluded, clapping his hands together, “find a setting for three colleagues to screw each other healthy, with a vague time limit, no real precedent, and knowing the entire crew will know what happened here. No pressure!” His smile was far more comforting than his wit, Beverly thought. She always felt safe if Will could find something to smile about.
Troi was less tolerant. “WILL!” she admonished him, slapping his arm. “Beverly is uncomfortable enough as it is!”
“Oh, I can fix that,” he replied, with another smile. He cupped his hands together and shouted towards the Arch. “Computer! Virtual remote, scaled for my use!”
A normal looking remote appeared beside him, resting on a clear plastic pedestal. The XO swept it up and started sorting through the options.
In a few moments, a projection of the sickbay formed around them. He’d ordered it to their present scale as well.
Beverly was amazed at how much better it made her feel. In sickbay she was in charge, superior even to Jean-Luc. She was always confident that she could solve almost every problem, given enough time in her sickbay.
She leaned up against a counter and felt tension flow from her body.
“Well, that certainly worked,” Deanna observed. “She’s gone from the most upset person in the room to the most relaxed.”
“Good,” Riker said with a nod. He hopped up to sit on the exam table. “Then it’s my turn. Doctor, I have a big problem: a swelling that needs professional attention.” His smile slid into a leer as Beverly remembered what they were supposed to be doing.
“That didn’t last long,” Troi muttered. “Could you be any more vulgar, Will?”
“I think so,” he assured her. “I know a few Limericks, a couple of forbidden dance steps, and I have always wanted to get this one tattoo…”
“Look,” Beverly said, “this isn’t going to work. I know you two have a relationship, I’m intruding. I’ll get Alyssa to take me back to my-“
Riker popped off of the table to walk around to stand beside the doctor. Troi came around the other side of the table so Beverly was between her two friends.
Will placed an arm over her shoulders while Deanna hugged her around her waist.
“Shhhh,” she whispered, placing a finger on Crusher’s lips. “You’re our friend, Beverly. Your problem is our problem.”
“Yeah, we probably couldn’t even do anything for ourselves if we were worried about what was happening to you. Or what wasn’t happening.”
Both women turned to look him in the eye. He shrugged. “Okay, maybe we could do SOMEthing. But we wouldn’t enjoy it. Much. Not as much as we could.”
“Hey,” the doctor finally interrupted him, “We don’t even really know if sex will help. It’s just the running theory.”
“So what are you saying?” Deanna asked.
“Well, you two have a history, you’re comfortable with each other. You should have sex. If it helps, we’ll know. If it doesn’t then we don’t shatter a perfectly good friendship.”
“Makes sense to me,” Will replied.
“Sex always makes sense to you,” the Betazed pointed out. But she leaned over as she did to kiss the man. The kiss lingered before Crusher’s face. Just as she started to get uncomfortable with it, Deanna broke off.
“That’s so weird,” Will said, “being the same height as you.”
“Weird?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Weird, wonderful, wow,” he assured her. He took her by the hand and led her over to the examination table. “C’mere, you. I still have that swelling problem.”
Crusher blushed but had a smile as she turned to walk into her office.
“Where are you going, Bev?” She turned back face the couple. They were already removing their unforms.
“I, uh, was going to give you, um, some privacy.”
Riker shook his head. “If Selar is right, and I see no reason to think she isn’t, you’re going to have to not only watch us, but join us. We’re going to have to get used to you being with us.”
“Please, Bev,” Troi asked, “stay.”
She shrugged and moved back to the counter.
The couple quickly undressed and embraced. Will let out a squeak of surprise as Deanna grabbed his waist and lifted him to the table.
“Oooh, I like being your size, too,” she whispered.
“In a hurry?” he asked.
“We can quickly figure out of sex is going to help,” she assured him, dipping her head to lick at his throbbing cock. He smiled at Bev over his lover’s head.
“Betazeds give the best blowjobs,” he moaned. “Empaths…” he closed his eyes and leaned back.
“That is such a lie,” Troi replied, lifting her head, but stroking him with one hand. “Human males can’t tell the difference between sexual pleasure and emotions. So they think their orgasm means something to an empathic partner.” She returned to licking and sucking his cock.
“I can see your point,” he said dreamily, “but it is still my experience that Betazeds give the best…”
This time, when Deanna raised her head, her grip on his penis was tighter. “What you had better mean,” she said, sporting an evil smile and slowly twisting his dick, “is that YOUR experience is only with ONE Betazed, not ‘zeds. And I give such pleasure because I love you and want you to be happy. At least, usually I do,” she finished with a final little twist.
She leaned back down, and pressed her breasts into his thighs. Her hands reached to stroke his balls as she teased at the tip of his cock with her tongue. In seconds, he came.
On the instant of his ejaculation he grew. His legs lengthened, thighs sliding along her ribcage. She grew as well, but not as much.
Beverly watched the two of them swell up in the mock sickbay. The computer lifted the ceiling as Will’s head approached it.   He was looking down at Deanna, sharing a touching gaze with his imzadi.
Actually, as she glanced around, she realized that the entire sickbay had kept to Riker’s scale. She was head-high to the exam tables now.
Neither much noticed Crusher as she walked over to stand beside them. It had been odd to be the same height as the counselor, but now Beverly found it odder to be looking up at her friend.
Her own head came to Deanna’s…ribs, Beverly thought, flinching away from thinking about the other woman’s breasts. Then Will stood and Beverly found herself face to face with the man’s….manhood.
“Well, well, well.” Her gaze was drawn up by the voice, to his face. She wasn’t at all surprised that he was smiling again. “Seems like our good doctor was correct! Don’t worry, Beverly. You’re in good hands.”
“Yes,” Troi agreed. “And since you’re the smallest, you move to the head of the line.” They both gazed calmly at the diminutive department head. “What can we do for you, Bev?”
“I still don’t…. I mean, I can’t just…” she turned away from the dangling bits and looked at the floor. “I’m not a prude, but I just don’t usually…”
“Neither do we,” she heard her best friend agree. Then two hands swept under her armpits and she was hoisted into the air. “But we are in a hurry,” Troi continued. Riker held her in his hands as Deanna calmly eased her out of her uniform.
Will shifted his grip around her torso to allow the uniform to come down. As her breasts were uncovered he reached a finger up to each nipple to caress and stroke.
Deanna paused to lick each one, providing lubrication and increasing the sensation fantastically. Then she went on peeling the fabric down and off.
Riker said something to the computer but Beverly missed it entirely. She figured it out, though, when he lifted her naked form and set her down. She settled onto a sofa where one exam table had been. Will sat down, Deanna beside him. Then he twisted Bev in his grip and lay her across both of their laps.
She started to say something, but she was shushed once again. Will continued rubbing her breasts and lightly squeezing her nipples.
His hands were more than large enough to completely cover each breast, cupping them and pressing. Then Deanna started stroking her inner thighs.
Beverly had never even imagined herself in a threesome, much less participated in one. Realizing that two people, close friends and fellow officers, were intent on pleasuring her was frightening for a moment. But just as she recognized her emotional state, so did the empath.
“None of that,” the sultry voice murmured. The hands shifted from legs to pubis, lightly stroking through the red hairs and the pink lips of her pussy. Beverly had just a moment to thrill at the touch of a woman’s hand there when the orgasm overtook her.
When she could think again, she was sitting on the floor. Will stood beside her, but only came up to her shoulder. Deanna was about up to HIS shoulder, looking very natural next to him.
But the sickbay was scaled on her size, now, so her friends definitely looked miniature in the setting.
“Thank you,” she said, leaning over to kiss each of her friends. Something had shifted inside her head. All the tension of the last hour was gone. She was actually looking forward to the next step.
“Okay,” Troi started to say, “I’m the smallest, now, so I’m…”
“I’m in charge of sickbay,” Crusher pointed out. “And you, little lady, need medical attention. Very special medical attention.” The doubletake from her fellow shrunken officers was classic. Will even took a step backwards.
She ignored him to climb to her feet, taking up Deanna and carrying the little woman to the remaining examination table.
“Don’t worry, Miss Troi, you’re in very capable hands.” The doctor lay her tiny patient on the table, easing her onto her back.
“It may have been years since I had a girlfriend, but I still know where everything is.” With the speed of long practice, she unshipped the restraints, adjusted them to the little woman’s size and strapped her down.
Troi was too distracted by her friend’s admission to pay any attention to the restraints, though. “You had a girlfriend? You mean, a female lover? YOU? You never told me that!”
Crusher shrugged as she collected some tools from a drawer. “Growing up on Arvada III, everyone kept telling me how horrible such things were. The Academy was my first chance to see for myself.”
“So you experimented?” Riker asked, standing beside her.
“Yep,” she admitted, handing him a probe. “Hold this, orderly. I may need your assistance.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“My roommate,” she continued, turning to run a scanner across her patient, “was a rabbi from Capus II. Her first year as a cadet, she tried non-Kosher food, just to see what all the fuss was about.
“I tried a blonde, pretty much for the same reason.” She turned the scanner over to examine the readings.
“Beats the hell out of bacon, doesn’t it?” Riker asked with a grin. Crusher just smiled back down at the man at her hip.
“Okay,” she said to her immobile patient, gesturing towards the scanner, “I have determined that you have a serious blockage. I’ve never seen a woman in greater need of getting her pipes cleaned.” She adjusted the straps to spread Deanna’s legs as far as possible.
The snared brunette watched her with more than a little trepidation showing on her face. The gigantic woman crawled up onto the table, between the little legs.
“Now relax, miss. I am a professional.” Beverly started to worry at Deanna’s pussy with her lips and tongue. Riker stood on tiptoe, trying to get a decent view of the action. Unfortunately the long red locks of the doctor’s hair hung down beside her face, dangling along Troi’s legs and obscuring what she was doing.
But in proper diagnostic fashion, he evaluated the action from secondary evidence. Troi’s eyes were closed, her head thrown back and her breathing fast and heavy. Crusher definitely seemed to know what she was doing.
“Oh, we can’t fully clean these pipes,” Crusher moaned. “They’re just too small for me to access them properly. Lucky for you, my orderly is also a gifted plumber.”
She turned to face Will. “I think we need a probe to reach the right places.” She kept a hand on Deanna, lazily stroking from nipple to nipple with a fingernail, occasionally dipping down to rub the crotch.
Will hefted the probe she had handed him earlier. “I have a probe, Doctor,” he reported. She just stared at him. “Oh. Um.” He held it out at arm’s length. Then he dropped it, slowly and deliberately.
“Whoops,” he admitted, deadpan, “I have dropped the probe. Now the calibration is suspect.”
“Yes it is, orderly. How clumsy of you. Well. Can you think of anything else we could use to probe the patient with?”
“As a matter of fact, Doctor, I have a backup prepared.” He reached up an arm and she hoisted him up beside her.
“Let’s see this backup probe,” she muttered, moving him to stand at Deanna’s head.
Looking up from her fixed position, with Will’s feet on either side of her head, Troi had a wonderful view of ‘the probe.’ She watched as it was inspected, cleaned, calibrated and recharged by the huge woman looming above her.
The doc kept a hand on the brunette, rubbing, squeezing and caressing, but only at the very edge of the erogenous zones. It was driving her crazy with the suspense.
When both of her friends were clearly good and ready, Bev lifted Will into place, lowered him towards the waiting woman, and told him to start probing.
As he moved to obey, Deanna welcomed his attentions with a deep kiss.
“Will set to, with a will,” Beverly murmured, watching them go at it. She assisted as she could, taking a boob entirely into her mouth here, licking between ass cheeks there.
Soon she crawled above the two and used her breasts to press Will down into Troi’s. He reached a hand back to stroke between Beverly’s legs as he worked between Deanna’s.
The Betazed’s orgasm came with a surge in her size. The man found himself sandwiched between four enormous boobs, cried out and joined her. The growth of the lower two pushed Will’s hand between his ass cheeks against Beverly’s clit.
The stimulation, along with the moans and cries of her partners, brought her to her moment as well.
The safeties of the holodecks enlarged the restraints to keep from harming Troi, and the whole sickbay simulation grew to match the scale of the largest of the three. Finally, subtle safety protocols that engaged for sexual activities enlarged the examination table to accommodate the trio.
XO and Doctor collapsed together on either side of the Counselor. It was a long moment before anyone caught their breath. Crusher reached out to lazily release the straps holding down their little patient.
After a warm, wonderful moment of snuggling, Troi was ready to move on.
“It seems you’ve become more comfortable with the situation, Beverly.”
“Oh, yes,” she replied in a whisper.
“Then I don’t think we need to stay in Sickbay anymore.” She stood to address the computer. The scaled remote returned and she started entering commands.
The bulkheads around them dissolved and the three found themselves in a grassy meadow lit by a large hanging moon in the night sky. From the color and markings of the moon, it appeared to be Rissa.
Deanna turned back to face her friends, sprawled on a picnic blanket. “I always loved this clearing. And I love making love under the stars.” She knelt between the other two, hands reaching out to each.
Later, Riker took his partners to a volcano bubbling on Cygnus II. A few adjustments to the program turned molten lava to the temperature of a hot bath, the consistency of a mud Jacuzzi. The mountain erupted at the same moment Will did.
For her turn, Crusher replicated Deep Space Station K-7. They made love in a storeroom full of Tribbles, sinking slowly through the fuzzy softness.
They were eventually curled up in a fake iceberg. Troi had seen something called a ‘Bond Movie’ in her father’s collection and had always wanted to try it. They had. An exhausted group of officers were sprawled across the sheets and cushions when the computer spoke.
“Sensors indicate that all personnel have been restored to nominal heights. Medical and Command personnel have been informed.”
“Ah, damn,” Will muttered. “I was hoping for one more round. I planned to take us –“
“Save it,” Deanna hushed him. There’s always the weekend.” They shared another smile. Both turned as one to face Beverly. “Wanna join us?”
Before she could answer, the walls, the sheets, the other two disappeared in a blinding white light. When it faded, she was laying flat on a cold surface. She looked around, trying to make sense of her surroundings. Blurry shapes in the distance refused to make any sense to her.
Then she heard the voice. A thunderous utterance rang out from somewhere above her.
“Zo, Ramos, ve see zat ze creature haz zuffered no harm from ze ztimulation, and iz in fact fully reztort.”
Beverly looked up. In the distance, a cloudy image slowly resolved itself into a giant face. Q’s face.
“I KNEW IT!” she shouted. “This was all your fault. What sort of sick game are you playing here, Q? And what’s with the German accent?”
“Unt az uzual, Ramos,” Q commented to some person out of her sight, “ve get zero credit for our timely azzistance. Nor for our careful Hungarian accent.” He lifted a magnifying glass and held it over the doctor. She estimated that she was about four inches tall in relation to his size. There was no telling if she was shrunk, normal or even gigantic herself.
After carefully examining her with the glass, he made notes on a pad beside her. He nonchalantly fished something out of his shirt pocket and tossed it at her feet. She picked up her uniform and dressed.   Then she waited to see what his game was this time.
She began to make sense of her surroundings. It appeared to be a 19th century laboratory. Glass containers bubbled over open flames; colored fluids pulsed through pipes; jars of specimens lined shelves on the wall. Books and papers were collected in careful piles. Q’s dress seemed to reflect the age, with coarse fabric and bone buttons.
He finally finished writing, gave the paper to a dark figure in the background, who went off to file it.
When they were alone, he dropped the accent. “Really, Beverly,” he said warmly, pouring her a cup of what smelled like coffee…in a mug as tall as she was. “I thought you’d appreciate that I was watching over you. Sugar?”
“No, thanks,” she replied, “Just put me back on the ship, and stop playing perverted little games with me or my crewmates!”
“Oh, this was no game, my little specimen. I assure you of that.” Q leaned back in his chair, sipping from a mug. “Ohkog came, Ohkog saw, and Ohkog shrank. I’m not particularly surprised, even, that on a ship with forty five Vulcans, a Klingon and an android aboard, he felt that you were the one with the greatest problem of sexual repression.”
“Hey,” she pointed out, “He shrank Troi and Riker, too!”
“Certainly not for repressed sexual desires,” he answered, shaking his head. “They were for your benefit, to help break you out of your shell.”
“Oh.” She thought about that for a moment. “Well, it worked, I guess.”
“It almost didn’t. I had to help, there. You were uncomfortable, Ohkog was getting bored, and everyone was a whisker away from being trapped at their reduced size.”
She stared up his face. “You manipulated me?”
“Well, just a little. To get things rolling, before Ohkog left. That first orgasm was more me than you or your partners. And also, you never had a fling in the Academy. But I suspected that once I gave you that memory, it would be a little easier for you to accept your situation.”
“You BASTARD!” she shouted. “You had no right to…” Her rant slowed to a stop. He faced her steadily.
“Q…” she started, then faltered. “You helped me. You helped my friends. I don’t like what you did to me, but it helped save people I care about. Than…thank you…for that. For them.” He nodded solemnly to acknowledge her gratitude.
“Why?” she asked. He stared at her for a moment, then took a deep breath.
“I don’t particularly like you, Chief Medical Officer Doctor Beverly Howard Crusher. You’re a moralizing opinion throwing party pooping mood crusher. Rather cramps my fun when I’m aboard.” She didn’t show any surprise at his opinion. He’d made it more than clear in previous visits.
“But people that I do…well, that I like, care about you. I’ve come to understand that the Enterprise would not be the same place without you.” They stared at each other for a moment. Then she stepped over to the coffee mug.
“I, uh, usually take two creams….” she started, then stopped. Balanced on the handle of the giant mug was a smaller coffee cup in a saucer. She took it and sipped, finding it exactly how she liked it. Q silently toasted her with his mug. She returned it and took another sip.
Slowly but steadily, the laboratory around her faded and she was in the Captain’s Ready Room on the Enterprise. She sat across the desk from Picard. He was sipping from his own cup of tea, in parallel with her.
“Beverly!” he shouted. “You’re big! I mean, you’re standard, I mean, your nominal…”
“What you mean,” she assured him, “is that I’m Fine. And I am.”
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