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.The Naked And Then What Happened	By : keithcompany Category: Star Trek > The Next Generation Views: 4670 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Another possibility," Crusher went on, ignoring the victory fist Picard was pumping for winning an argument against Data. "An alien may be be using the lieutenant's womb to construct a first-contact vessel of some kind."
"Like...some sort of an avatar?" La Forge asked. He looked back and forth as everyone in the conference room hissed.
"What?" he asked. "If a non-corporeal being needs a bridge between energy beings and physical beings, the embodiment of that energy being would be his avatar." Everyone relaxed. "No copyright infringement at all," he muttered.
"Then the fetus could be a threat to all life on board," Worf stated. "It should be destroyed."
"You mean aborted, Worf?" Tasha asked, hands protectively covering her belly. "Destroying it sounds like you want to kill me, too."
"Um... Yes, I mean aborted," he replied. Under the table, his thumb moved his phaser setting from 'deep fat fry' to 'stun.'
"We don't know the intentions of the alien," Picard said.
"If it's an alien," Crusher interjected.
"So we won't destroy it out of hand," he finished.
"Abort?" Yar suggested.
"Yeah, yeah," Picard agreed. "It may not be an alien, and we may not have to lose the lieutenant when we destroy it. That'll be our last-minute option."
Yar folded her arms on the table and rested her head there.
"Counselor Troi?" Riker asked, fooling no one with his attempt to look like he wasn't deeply in lust with the other officer.
"Yes, Commander?" Troi asked. She knew no one was fooled, but the Betazed actually got a little thrill from the feelings of those around her. They watched the couple and projected emotional equivalents to 'get a room' that made Deanna more than a little warm and wet inside.
"Counselor, have you attempt to see if there are any feelings coming from the fetus? Malicious or benevolent, there should be something to detect."
"I did listen," Crusher said, twirling her pocket stethoscope. "I didn't hear anyone cackling 'soon my plan will come to fruition.'"
"But did you use the universal translator?" Data asked.

"She did," Yar said, squirming a bit on her chair. "It's cold and it had rough edges."
"I offered to lubricate you," Crusher said.
"You nibbled my ear and said I had a taut ass," Yar replied.
"You do," Riker said. Most of the others nodded their head while Troi kicked Riker under the table.
"Well, Counselor," Picard said. He waved at Yar.
"Yes, Captain. If you're into bony women, the lieutenant's ass is-"
"Hey!" Yar protested.
"I meant, use your empathic abilities!" Picard said.
"Oh." She stood and walked around the table to Yar's position. Tasha pushed her chair back from the table and waited.
Deanna bent over to place her ear on the other woman's belly. She felt the usual anger boiling off of the security officer, with a touch of fear. Some anxiety. And a strong desire to... to.... Hmmm.
"The anger is strong in this one," she said. "I can't detect anything from the fetus. Just Yar's desire to chew someone's ass."
"What?" Tasha asked, surprised.
"Oh! Sorry, that was me!" Wesley said. He turned away from watching Deanna bend over and the feeling faded.
She growled and paid attention to the belly once more. Schadenfreude spiked again as the blonde watched the Klingon stiff-arm the kid through the door. It opened, but only barely in time.
But from the womb, there was only silence. The silence of the grave. No, that's a poor choice. Still, there was a certain somber tint that she didn't associate with new life.
"It's quite quiet, sir," she reported, standing and adjusting her uniform. "The silence of people visiting a cemetery."
"Eugh!" La Forge said. She shrugged and returned to her seat.
"Or maybe," Crusher said, "Tasha gets pregnant in the future, and suffers a horrible fate-"
"MORE horribly than getting pregnant?" Yar asked.
"- and the only chance to save the baby is to push it through a rare temporal anomaly that finds a safe place for it to develop."
"But then, why pick right now?" Riker asked. "If all of her past is there to choose from, why is she preggers today?"
"Maybe it's the first point in the past that was safe," La Forge said.
"What do you mean?" Picard asked.
"Well, if she has this casualty ten months from today, then this gives her enough time to bring the baby to term, THEN suffer the fate."
"AFTER the fate worse than death," Yar muttered.
"You get used to it," Worf said softly. Not softly enough, though. Everyone in the room turned to stare at the Klingon. "Or..... so.... I have heard."
"Well, it's obvious we need more data," Data said. He raised an eyebrow, waiting for someone to groan. They were all still staring at the Klingon. The android heaved a total affectation of a sigh.
"Right," Picard said absently. "We'll keep a close eye on any future developments."
They broke up, returning to their various stations.
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Yar was drinking tea in the Captain's Ready Room. "What's going to happen to me if I keep the baby, sir?"
"Well," he said, lowering his cup to his saucer, "as I understand it, your breasts will get larger, while your belly expands like a Thilongian Bluffer. You'll pee so often-"
"No, no, sir. My career?"
"Oh! Well, you've got good news, there. This isn't the bad old days where you're automatically beached for daring to reproduce.
"These says we understand that pregnancy is a biological function, not a sign of weakness."
Tasha breathed a sigh of relief. "That's a relief," she told her CO. "So, I can continue on as the security chief?"
"Oh, heavens, no," he replied. She stared at him, shocked. "Well. Security Chief? I prefer my Chiefs to run towards the biggest threats, phasers blazing with bayonets fixed."
"So... a temporary reduction? Someone else in charge until..."
"Still being a security officer? With a baby on board? I have no doubt you'd be shooting as well as always, but you'll be ducking behind cover for two. That does me no good when the disrupters fire!"
"Sir! I'd never-" she protested.
He raised a hand to stop her. "As I said, we understand biological necessities. Once your baby's big enough that you look fat, you're helpless to think of others."
He ignored her growl. "And, with your training and personality, you'd be running towards the danger any time you heard the alarm, only to pass some event horizon and become all womanly about the parasite under your tummy."
"So what will happen to me, sir?"
"Well, you'll have the option to resign your commission. There's no shame in dedicating your life to the new life that'll be in your life." He gave a small shudder. "I can't imagine making such a wimpy choice, but it's there.
"You can stay in Starfleet, but it'll restrict you to commands that have dependents attached."
"Sir? The Enterprise is a command with dependents attached!"
"Yes, but there's a long waiting list even for the balanced families that want to serve here. Unwed mothers are rather low on my list."
"Sir!"
"Well, they ARE," he said. "This is the flagship of the fleet. We go places where aliens will judge us on how we perform and present ourselves. I can't have bridge officers with baby spit on their uniforms."
She growled again. He pressed on. "Still, that's after you have the brat. For now, you're going to have to transfer someplace planet bound. Maybe a Deep Space Station."
"Captain!" she whined. "Crusher delivers babies all the time!"
"Not of bridge officers," he said, crossing his fingers in hope that they'd last until season two without making him into a liar.
"DAMMIT!" she shouted, standing to pace. "It's like my own body is betraying me. I wouldn't face this decision if I were a man."
"Unsex me!" Picard said happily. Yar turned to stare at him.
"Sir?"
"Lady MacBeth. She thought she'd have to be a man to do the dirty deed of assassinating the king so her husband could take the thrown. The psychotic bitch has a soliloquy where she asks the powers that be to make her less of a woman, less frail, less weak."
Tasha stared. The crew was yet unused to Picard's ability and wont to shoehorn a Shakespearean reference into any issue.
"Thank you, sir, I'll look into that," she murmured.
"See that you do!" he said happily. "Just stay off the holodeck." He waved at her belly. "If this is a possible threat to all life on board, we don't want the holodeck to get a hold of it. Those things get all threatening at the slightest-"
"Thank you, Captain," she repeated as she fled.
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