1 After Insurrection 3
Wesley Crusher watched his mother from his unseen vantagepoint.
"I miss her." He said.
"I know." Replied the traveler.
Beverly was bustling around her office tending to an ensigns hand
laceration, a security officers bruises, and William T. Rikers pinched
nerve. Once all were discharged, pronounced healthy and send back to
whatever dangerous exercise had injured them in the first place Beverly sat
down in her office and ordered a cold drink.
Beverly then remembered she was late for her favorite duty. She rushed from
sickbay and headed to the turbo lift.
"Deck 8." She barked.
Quarters doors slid open and immediately Beverly was apologizing. "I'm
sorry I'm late I,"
"It's alright, Will told me how swamped you were, especially with your two
most experienced nurses on sabbatical, but if you would have been 10
minutes later Liandra would have to have been my consulting psychiatrist."
Deanna said jovially, raising her baby girl above her head just to hear her
Beverly smiled sadly. Deanna sense Beverly's melancholy and asked, "Still
"No, I don't really want to talk about it right now though." Beverly
replied as she held her arms out.
Deanna placed her precious bundle in Bev's arms, but not before kissing her
cherub on the cheek and saying, "Now you be good for Aunt Beverly." To
which the baby just gurgled happily.
"Look how she hurts." Wesley commented to the Traveler.
"It's not your place to interfere." Traveler said sounding sagely.
"She's my mother! If not me who?"
Picard sat in his ready room staring at his fish tank, more through it
really, when suddenly a he saw a flash and Q was sitting on the chair
directly across from his desk, toting full Admirals pips. Jean-Luc didn't
"What? No words of scorn or questioning?" Q asked.
"No point in asking, you're here, you'll stay as long as you want and do
what you want whether I know about it or not." Picard replied still
vacantly staring in the direction of his fish tank.
"Could you really find those fish more interesting than moi?" Q asked
Picard sighed, "Q I have more things to worry about than another appearance
"Like the fact that your poor wife is barren and you have no son to carry
on your name?" Q said smiling irritatingly.
Picard broke his gaze to stare at Q, "Get out." He replied with such a
quiet ferocity that it even shook Q.
"Touchy Mon Capitan, and here I was just going to offer you a way to solve
all that." Q sniveled.
"There is no way I would ever take you up on a 'favor' Q." Picard's voice
dripped with malice.
"Not even for your poor wife, who right now cries at the sight of Will and
Deanna's little pup?" Q said pouting.
That caught Picard off guard, could he make this decision for both he and
Beverly, he knew Q was never to be trusted but if he could give them a
child, Picard thought to himself.
A month later..
Picard could see his wife's depression had worsened. She refused to see
Deanna or her child, it becoming too painful for her to bear. The hollows
around her eyes spoke more about her condition than she did, her voice
barely being heard then to answer a question. Picard mulled over Q's words,
only telling Riker of his visit from the Omnipotent being. As Jean-Luc saw
his wife become firmly entrenched in her sorrow he knew he had to do
something. All known medical treatment had been researched but to no avail,
they just could not have children. What made it worse was that Beverly had
put the blame squarely on her own shoulders.
"Q." Picard said his head drooping in his hands.
A flash appeared and a moment later there he stood.
"You called?" Q replied with a flourish.
"What do you want in return for giving us a child?"
Q smiled, extremely delighted he would have a new toy to play with.
"No, I can't let this happen!" Wesley exclaimed, his voice echoing through
the uncountable plains of existence.
Wes made himself appear back in his home, the Enterprise. He was in his
mothers quarters, she was in bed, like usual. He didn't wake her but he put
his hands on her stomach lightly and whispered, "I'm here to give you a
gift mom, something that you deserve."
"Wesley, you can't do that." The Traveler urged.
"Yes, I can." Wesley stated in a cold confidence.
A faint glow surrounded Wes's hands as his visage began fading in and out
of the world.
"You'll be blinked out of existence!" The Traveler yelled.
And Wesley said the three wisest words he knew, "So be it."
Beverly awoke with a start, breathing heavily. She felt like a weight had
been lifted off her shoulders. She touched her stomach and a then,
suddenly, Beverly knew she was pregnant. She had been holding her breath
when she finally gasped out, "Wes." As a flood of emotion was ripped from
her body and she was racked with tears. She cried tears of sorrow for her
lost child whom she knew she would never see again, and tears of joy for
her new child, that lived within her and she would be able to look upon in
the next couple months.
The Traveler shed a lone tear. "His sacrifice must mean something."
Picard was just about to let Q do whatever he wanted to give Beverly the
child she do desperately wanted when he heard a voice whisper, "No, first
go to your wife." It was very faint, and Picard knew not where it
originated but it gave him pause enough to pull his hand back from Q's
before it had been shook in a binding deal.
10 years later…
"Is this a picture of me mom?" Renee asked his mother as he looked through
the video family album.
"No sweetie that's Wesley." Beverly's aged face smiled.
"He looks just like me." Renee smiled his eyes shining with wonder.
"He was my miracle, and you were my gift."