Heather Smyth
02-10-2008, 07:17 AM
Title: The Dichotomy of the Heart
Author: Heather Smyth
Series: TNG
Part: 1/?
Rating: NC17
Code: P/C
Disclaimer: paramount owns all Star Trek and I derive no financial gain from
this story...just a little fun.
Summary: Picard finds he has a troubled nine year old son. How will this
impact on his newly found relationship with Beverly?
The Dichotomy Of The Heart.
Jean-Luc Picard sat back in the café chair,
taking the time to admire his companion. As he sipped his cappuccino, his
mind wandered, mulling contentedly over the events of the past two months.
It had stated quiet inauspiciously. He had been ensconced in his office,
intently studying the information regarding the next mission. The door chime
was unwelcome. He ignored it the fist time, but when it sounded again he
scowled and barked,
"Come!"
He didn't look up at his caller; instead he kept his eyes on the monitor and
growled,
"Yes, what is it?"
When there was no response, he looked up with irritation and glowered at the
person who had interrupted him. His eyes caught two blue orbs and he
realized just who his visitor was. Striving to quell his angst, he calmed
his features and nodded.
"Doctor Crusher."
The red headed Chief Medical Officer smiled at her Captain, her expression
clearly acknowledging his efforts to be civil. She grasped the back of the
chair in front of his desk and raised her eyebrows.
"May I?"
He nodded silently and sighed, then clasped his hands on the desktop. Before
she could speak, he grumbled,
"I hope this won't take long, Doctor." He gestured at the computer.
"I have a lot to do."
Beverly kept her smile in place with an effort and concentrated on relaxing.
"I know you're busy Captain, but what I have to say is rather important.at
least it is to me."
Jean-Luc frowned and gritted his teeth.
"Doctor I'm very."
But then he hesitated and took a large breath, sighing again.
"It can't wait?"
"No."
The Captain nodded and sat back, picking up his crystal shard and devoting
all his attention to his best friend.
"What is it?"
With butterflies taking flight in her stomach, Beverly resisted the urge to
run from his office. She took a large breath, swallowed to wet her dry mouth
and began.
"Jean-Luc you and I have been best friends for many years now and I know you
have wanted to take our relationship further.to a more intimate level."
Jean-Luc nodded, his dark hazel eyes glittering.
"Well it has slowly dawned on me that I feel the same way."
The Captain sat up, his body frozen. His voice when he spoke was a hushed
whisper.
"What are you saying?"
Reaching forward, Beverly gripped the edge of the desk and stared into his
eyes.
"I love you and I want to take our relationship to the next level."
Jean-Luc's mouth opened and shut twice before any sound came out. He briefly
closed his eyes and laid the shard carefully on the desk, the action giving
him time to think. When he again found Beverly's eyes, he wasn't surprised
to see tears in them.
"Are you sure?"
As she nodded, two fat tears slipped free and slid down her cheeks. Her
voice trembled when she spoke.
"Oh yes. For the past few months I have been growing closer to you. I think
of you all day and dream of you at night. I'm in love with you Jean-Luc and
I want to spend all my time with you.if you'll have me."
In silence the Captain slowly stood and came around to the front of his
desk. He offered his hands and took Beverly's, drawing her to her feet. He
bowed his head, staring at their joined hands and sighing deeply.
"Beverly, mon coeur, I have loved you for thirty years. Today, with simple
words, you have liberated my poor heart and set me free. I love you Beverly,
to the depths of my soul and if you will be patient with me, I'll show you
that love.every day."
Freeing one of her hands, Beverly gently lifted his chin and gazed with
wonder at her extraordinary Captain.
"Dinner tonight?"
He blinked away the welling tears and nodded, a wide smile gracing his
handsome face.
"Yes."
Beverly leaned closer and kissed him tenderly.
"Nineteen thirty in your quarters.you replicate."
Keeping her gaze he nodded again.
"Very well."
Beverly gently extricated her hand and turned for the door. Jean-Luc's
gentle grasp of her elbow halted her. She turned her head back to him, her
eyebrow raised.
He smiled and cocked his head.
"May I have another kiss before you go?"
Turning her body, she stepped to him and slowly raised her hands, curling
her arms around his head. He encircled her within his strong grasp and
tilted his head, nudging under her nose. The first kiss was a mere brush of
the lips, making them both sigh. The next was longer and languid. The third
was deeper, Jean-Luc feathering his tongue across Beverly's lips, seeking
admittance. She opened slowly to him and he sighed into her mouth as his
tongue slipped inside. The kiss slowly becoming more passionate, Beverly
tapered it and opened her eyes to see Jean-Luc's still closed. Slowly his
eyes opened and he smiled.
"I can't wait until tonight."
Beverly returned his smile.
"Me either. Will you be able to work now?"
The smile turned wry.
"Probably not."
Beverly's look of contrition was unconvincing.
"Sorry."
Jean-Luc growled softly and nuzzled her neck, his voice a deep rumble.
"You are not."
Beverly's chuckle made him raise his head.
"You're right, I'm not."
Taking a deep breath, the Captain stepped back and released the woman in his
arms.
"We have to be strong."
The Doctor nodded, although her look was mischievous.
"But tonight..?"
With a rare full grin, Jean-Luc's eyes twinkled.
"Yes.tonight."
Beverly backed to the door.
"You'll wear something casual?"
He nodded.
"And you?"
"Uh huh.I've something in mind."
His eyes darkened.
"Will you leave your hair down?"
With a show of sultry seductiveness, Beverly raised her hands and ran her
fingers through her vibrant red locks.
"If you like."
The Captain growled.
"I like."
The Doctor stopped just shy of the door sensor and grinned coyly.
"You like my hair?"
The Captain nodded, folding his arms across his chest.
"Yes."
"You'd like to entangle your fingers in it?"
Jean-Luc's voice deepened.
"Yes."
"When?"
His gaze becoming intense, Jean-Luc's voice became a rough whisper.
"When we make love.when you come."
Her gasp was soft in the otherwise silent room.
"You've thought about it?"
"Often."
Beverly sighed, a small smile appearing.
"Me too."
They stood, silently regarding each other until Beverly broke the spell.
"Well I must be going. I'll see you tonight."
Jean-Luc nodded.
"Tonight."
She left then and the Captain closed his eyes, striving to put her from his
mind so he could concentrate on his work.
It was as a futile effort.
Dinner that night was delightful. Resisting the urge to be
overly romantic, Jean-Luc settled on a simple table setting and a
straightforward meal, choosing Beverly's favourite dishes and saving the
menu while he went to shower and shave. He was in the living area, opening a
bottle of his family's red when the door chimed. He frowned as he had given
Beverly permission to alter her com badge to allow her admittance to his
quarters without needing to use the chime some time ago. That she should
choose to use the chime now confused him.
With a shake of his head, he walked to his door and pressed the release. As
soon as his eyes settled on the Doctor, it was all he could do not to gape.
She wore a sheer peach blouse, the sleeves gathered at her elbows and the
neckline plunging. Tiny buttons went from her ample breasts to her midriff
where the blouse ended in a ruche of gauzy material. His eyes took in her
navel as they went lower, to the silky sapphire skirt that fell in sensuous
folds around her long dancer's legs. His eyebrows rose at seeing her bare
feet. Dragging his eyes up to her face, he cleared his throat and found his
voice.
"You look lovely Beverly.would you like to come in?"
Beverly grinned knowingly and stepped past her Captain, the scent of her
perfume tantalising the man. She made her way confidently to the sofa and
sat, crossing her legs and placing one arm along the back of the chair. As
Jean-Luc crossed the room to join her, he felt her eyes roving over him. He
had taken care with his appearance, selecting clothing he knew she liked. A
soft emerald green shirt, open down the front in a deep vee, paired with
dark blue slacks and black leather shoes completed his outfit and it
obviously met with Beverly's approval. He picked up the wine bottle and two
glasses and joined her on the sofa. As he poured he asked softly,
"How was your day?"
Beverly's chuckle made him look up with curiosity.
"The part before I went to your Ready Room was awful. I was so nervous! Then
afterwards time seemed to drag. All I wanted to do was be with you. Work was
the furthest thing from my mind."
Jean-Luc smiled wryly.
"Me too. Up until you came to me I was totally absorbed in work, but later I
found I couldn't concentrate at all. My mind was filled with thoughts of
you."
They both chuckled and looked deeply into each other's eyes. Breaking the
spell, Jean-Luc lifted his glass and presented Beverly with hers.
"To beginnings. May we be happy for ever."
They clinked glasses and sipped, Beverly closing her eyes in appreciation.
"This is superb Jean-Luc."
The Captain swallowed slowly and nodded.
"Yes it is. The manager Marie engaged has been experimenting with new
blends. This is his blended merlot."
The Doctor grinned.
"So the Picard vineyards are in good hands?"
Jean-Luc nodded, his face serious.
"Yes. I'm very pleased the wine produced seems to be of high standard. If
our name is going to be on it, I want it to be as good as it's always been."
They sat together and drank two glasses each before moving to the dining
table. Throughout the meal, they were quiet, each feeling the slowly rising
tension, their hearts beating rapidly, their skin flushing. After dessert,
Jean-Luc asked the computer to play some music then surprised Beverly by
asking her to dance. She rose to him and he took her in his arms, closing
his eyes as his body took up the rhythm. They danced slowly, their bodies
pressed closely together, Beverly resting her cheek against his.
With his subtle aftershave teasing her senses, Beverly gently nuzzled his
neck making his feet still their movement. She lifted her head and licked
her lips at seeing the desire swirling deep within his hazel gaze. Their
lips met in a protracted kiss, the passion building quickly. Parting
breathlessly, Jean-Luc's husky baritone made Beverly shiver.
"I want to make love to you Beverly."
All she could do was nod.words failed her. He took her hand and led her to
his bedroom, his eyes never leaving hers.
They made love three times that first night. Initially they couldn't control
their passion, the act urgent and heated. The second time was playful and
joyous and, after sleep, the third time, in the small hours of morning, was
languid and slow, each taking the time to learn and please the other.
Over the next three weeks they spent every free moment together eventually
agreeing that Beverly should move into Jean-Luc's quarters. This was a wise
move. Not only was it more expedient with their new relationship, but, as
they couldn't seem to keep their hands off each other, it was hoped it would
facilitate matters concerning getting to work on time. Twice they had almost
been late for duty because breakfast became a little heated, on one occasion
they had made love on the dining table, necessitating a run through the
corridors to get to their stations on time.
Since Beverly had settled into his quarters, Jean-Luc had been immeasurably
happy. He had everything he ever wanted. Life, he thought, simply couldn't
get any better.
Beverly looked over the rim of her cup and smiled at
seeing the hazy hooded stare coming from her lover. She reached across the
table and touched his hand.
"Jean-Luc.you're staring."
Snapping back to the present, the Captain sat up and cleared his throat.
"Sorry.I was wool gathering."
Beverly smiled and inclined her head, immediately forgiving his lapse,
however her curiosity was piqued.
"About what?"
Allowing a rueful grin, Jean-Luc shrugged.
"The last two months."
The Doctor's smile widened and she sighed.
"It's been wonderful, hasn't it."
The Captain nodded.
"Indeed."
Breaking off some of her blueberry muffin, Beverly chewed thoughtfully then
asked,
"So what are we going to do with this afternoon?"
Jean-Luc lifted a hand and swept it wide.
"As I understand it, this Star base has a whole deck of holosuites. We could
go on a picnic, or a hike, or a swim, or."
Beverly held up her hands.
"Okay I get the idea. What about the arboretum? I hear it's a beaut."
Jean-Luc nodded.
"Yes it is and."
He was interrupted by a call from the ship.
"Enterprise to Captain Picard."
Jean-Luc smiled his apology and answered the hail.
"Picard here."
"Sir we have a small craft approaching, two life forms aboard. They are
hailing us and requesting you personally."
Jean-Luc frowned.
"What is the registry?"
"It's a private craft Captain.from Earth."
Jean-Luc and Beverly shared a look and the Captain sighed.
"Very well Enterprise. Allow it to enter the shuttle bay and I'll come
aboard. Picard out."
Beverly finished her coffee and stood.
"Will we have time to collect our parcels?"
Jean-Luc smiled.
"Oh I think so.this doesn't seem to be urgent."
"Good. I'll come back to the ship with you; I'd like to change into
something else."
Jean-Luc's eyebrow rose dramatically.
"You've decided what you want to do?"
Beverly grinned.
"Uh huh and I think you look great in shorts."
The Captain grunted and shook his head.
"The beach."
"Yes and I want you to wear those black speedos I replicated."
Jean-Luc sighed theatrically.
"But."
She nudged him in the ribs, causing him to softly yelp.
"If you want me to wear the two piece you like so much, the least you can do
is wear the speedos."
He tried to glower but it was pointless. He couldn't deny her anything. With
a sigh of capitulation, he gave in.
"Oh very well.but I insist on the privacy lock being engaged."
Beverly's grin was triumphant.
"Of course."
Twenty minutes later they were back on the Enterprise.
There was a member of security outside the observation room.
Jean-Luc nodded cordially to the young Ensign as he entered, the slight
smile on his face turning to a frown as he saw the people seated at the
table. With a nod to the Lieutenant on duty, the Captain rounded the table
and took his seat. Facing him was a middle aged man, with intense green eyes
and a sandy-haired young boy, whose face was down turned. The man stood and
offered his hand, bringing Jean-Luc to his feet.
"Captain Picard I presume?"
Jean-Luc nodded.
"Yes, I am Captain Jean-Luc Picard. And you are?"
The tall man smiled.
"Graham Rutherford. I am a solicitor with Rutherford and Flintoff."
Jean-Luc smiled and gestured to the seat. Once both men were again seated,
the Captain said,
"And what can I do for you? My staff tells me you asked for me
specifically."
Taking a moment to lift a brief case onto the table, Rutherford opened it
and produced three isolinear chips and two PADDs. He set the devices before
him and gathered his thoughts.
"Captain Picard what I have to say will come as a shock. This young boy," he
gestured to the lad seated beside him, "Is your son."
To his credit, Jean-Luc kept his command façade in place. There was a
momentary silence before the Captain asked.
"Would you care to explain yourself?"
The solicitor sighed and nodded.
"Of course. I ask you to cast your mind back ten years Captain, to the time
you spent on Earth, at the Academy, whilst awaiting the commission of the
Enterprise D."
Jean-Luc nodded once, curtly.
"I remember."
"During your tenure at the Academy, you were assigned an Adjutant.one Eve
DesLandes, a countrywoman of yours I believe."
Jean-Luc remained silent, giving his permission to continue with a slow nod.
"You had a relationship with her."
A deep frown appeared as the Captain shook his head.
"I think at this juncture it would helpful if the boy were to leave the room
until we have finished discussing this matter."
Rutherford nodded, sitting back and gently squeezing the boy's thin
shoulder.
"Go with the Lieutenant."
Jean-Luc looked up and ordered,
"Take him outside Lieutenant..?"
"Reynolds Sir."
"Thank you Lieutenant."
Once alone with the solicitor, Jean-Luc stood and pushed his hands into his
pockets.
"Mr.Rutherford it was my understanding that Ms.DesLandes was using an
implant."
The solicitor agreed.
"That she was Captain, but do you remember she was quite ill with what
turned out to be Azzinin 'flu?"
Jean-Luc rubbed his lip and nodded.
"Yes."
"Well, one of the side effects of that particular bug is a massive
disruption of the immune system, effectively negating any implants. Medical
only isolated the effect recently."
The Captain sighed.
"So after she recovered from the 'flu, she was fertile."
"Yes."
"And what of Ms.DesLandes? Is she no longer able to raise the boy?"
Rutherford's face took on a look of sympathy.
"I'm sorry Captain, she died three weeks ago."
Jean-Luc sat back down and clasped his hands on the tabletop. He took a deep
breath and let it out slowly.
"I see. I take it there is no chance the boy isn't mine?"
A look of distaste crossed the solicitor's face but he hid it well.
"None Captain."
"You must realise Mr.Rutherford, that as I am Captain of this vessel, it is
almost impossible for him to stay here. Perhaps it would be better if he
went to another relative, at least until he's older?"
The solicitor shook his head.
"I'm sorry Captain; you are his only living relative. We have, of course,
done an extensive search of both sides of the boy's parentage to find a
suitable home, but I'm afraid you were the one and only choice."
Jean-Luc closed his eyes and lowered his head into his hands, taking a
moment to gather his thoughts. When he lifted his head it was plain to see
he had come to a decision.
"Very well Mr.Rutherford. Does the boy know who I am? That is does he know I'm
his father?"
The solicitor nodded.
"Yes but he only found out yesterday. Apparently his mother only told him
his father served in Starfleet, nothing more.
The Captain sighed.
"And how did Ms.DesLandes die?"
Sadness crossed Rutherford's face.
"Ultimately it was the Azzinin 'flu. Four months ago Ms.DesLandes was on a
first contact mission in the Hegamon system. Whilst on the planet she
contracted an unknown virus that activated dormant cells in her body left
over from the 'flu. She was brought back to Medical as fast as possible but
it was already too late. The virus attacked the cell structure throughout
her body and she died a very painful death. In all, it took just on three
months for her to die."
The solicitor picked up an isolinear chip and handed it to the Captain.
"She recorded this for you, Captain. These others are her last will and
testament and a message for her son. These," he gestured to the PADDs,
"Contain everything you need to know about the boy. His medical history,
school records and images of his life."
Jean-Luc stared at the chip in his hand, nodding absently. As almost an
afterthought he asked softly,
"What is his name?"
"Tobias DesLandes. And Captain there are some things you should know.
Ms.Deslandes' death was very traumatic for all involved, especially her son.
In fact the boy was so traumatised he has been silent ever since her death.
He does not speak.at all. We've been trying therapy, but so far.nothing."
Jean-Luc rubbed his forehead and sighed.
"How old is he?"
"Nine.actually he turns ten in eleven days."
Rutherford stood and picked up his brief case.
"All Tobias' possessions are on my runabout. What shall I do with them?"
Jean-Luc gathered his ravelled thoughts.
"Ah.I'll have them put in a cargo bay. You're leaving now?"
The solicitor smiled gently.
"Yes Captain my job ceased with the safe delivery of the boy. All the legal
paperwork has been done, although there are several documents you must sign.
I'll leave them with you, I'm sure you'll want your own legal
representatives to see them first."
The Captain nodded.
"Yes or course."
He tapped his com badge.
"Ensign will you step inside please?"
The young woman entered and Jean-Luc ordered,
"Please escort my guest to his runabout and make sure all the cargo he has
on board is safely loaded in cargo bay two."
The Ensign nodded respectfully.
"Aye Captain."
The men shook hands and Rutherford peered into Jean-Luc's eyes.
"You'll be fine Captain, just be patient."
Author: Heather Smyth
Series: TNG
Part: 1/?
Rating: NC17
Code: P/C
Disclaimer: paramount owns all Star Trek and I derive no financial gain from
this story...just a little fun.
Summary: Picard finds he has a troubled nine year old son. How will this
impact on his newly found relationship with Beverly?
The Dichotomy Of The Heart.
Jean-Luc Picard sat back in the café chair,
taking the time to admire his companion. As he sipped his cappuccino, his
mind wandered, mulling contentedly over the events of the past two months.
It had stated quiet inauspiciously. He had been ensconced in his office,
intently studying the information regarding the next mission. The door chime
was unwelcome. He ignored it the fist time, but when it sounded again he
scowled and barked,
"Come!"
He didn't look up at his caller; instead he kept his eyes on the monitor and
growled,
"Yes, what is it?"
When there was no response, he looked up with irritation and glowered at the
person who had interrupted him. His eyes caught two blue orbs and he
realized just who his visitor was. Striving to quell his angst, he calmed
his features and nodded.
"Doctor Crusher."
The red headed Chief Medical Officer smiled at her Captain, her expression
clearly acknowledging his efforts to be civil. She grasped the back of the
chair in front of his desk and raised her eyebrows.
"May I?"
He nodded silently and sighed, then clasped his hands on the desktop. Before
she could speak, he grumbled,
"I hope this won't take long, Doctor." He gestured at the computer.
"I have a lot to do."
Beverly kept her smile in place with an effort and concentrated on relaxing.
"I know you're busy Captain, but what I have to say is rather important.at
least it is to me."
Jean-Luc frowned and gritted his teeth.
"Doctor I'm very."
But then he hesitated and took a large breath, sighing again.
"It can't wait?"
"No."
The Captain nodded and sat back, picking up his crystal shard and devoting
all his attention to his best friend.
"What is it?"
With butterflies taking flight in her stomach, Beverly resisted the urge to
run from his office. She took a large breath, swallowed to wet her dry mouth
and began.
"Jean-Luc you and I have been best friends for many years now and I know you
have wanted to take our relationship further.to a more intimate level."
Jean-Luc nodded, his dark hazel eyes glittering.
"Well it has slowly dawned on me that I feel the same way."
The Captain sat up, his body frozen. His voice when he spoke was a hushed
whisper.
"What are you saying?"
Reaching forward, Beverly gripped the edge of the desk and stared into his
eyes.
"I love you and I want to take our relationship to the next level."
Jean-Luc's mouth opened and shut twice before any sound came out. He briefly
closed his eyes and laid the shard carefully on the desk, the action giving
him time to think. When he again found Beverly's eyes, he wasn't surprised
to see tears in them.
"Are you sure?"
As she nodded, two fat tears slipped free and slid down her cheeks. Her
voice trembled when she spoke.
"Oh yes. For the past few months I have been growing closer to you. I think
of you all day and dream of you at night. I'm in love with you Jean-Luc and
I want to spend all my time with you.if you'll have me."
In silence the Captain slowly stood and came around to the front of his
desk. He offered his hands and took Beverly's, drawing her to her feet. He
bowed his head, staring at their joined hands and sighing deeply.
"Beverly, mon coeur, I have loved you for thirty years. Today, with simple
words, you have liberated my poor heart and set me free. I love you Beverly,
to the depths of my soul and if you will be patient with me, I'll show you
that love.every day."
Freeing one of her hands, Beverly gently lifted his chin and gazed with
wonder at her extraordinary Captain.
"Dinner tonight?"
He blinked away the welling tears and nodded, a wide smile gracing his
handsome face.
"Yes."
Beverly leaned closer and kissed him tenderly.
"Nineteen thirty in your quarters.you replicate."
Keeping her gaze he nodded again.
"Very well."
Beverly gently extricated her hand and turned for the door. Jean-Luc's
gentle grasp of her elbow halted her. She turned her head back to him, her
eyebrow raised.
He smiled and cocked his head.
"May I have another kiss before you go?"
Turning her body, she stepped to him and slowly raised her hands, curling
her arms around his head. He encircled her within his strong grasp and
tilted his head, nudging under her nose. The first kiss was a mere brush of
the lips, making them both sigh. The next was longer and languid. The third
was deeper, Jean-Luc feathering his tongue across Beverly's lips, seeking
admittance. She opened slowly to him and he sighed into her mouth as his
tongue slipped inside. The kiss slowly becoming more passionate, Beverly
tapered it and opened her eyes to see Jean-Luc's still closed. Slowly his
eyes opened and he smiled.
"I can't wait until tonight."
Beverly returned his smile.
"Me either. Will you be able to work now?"
The smile turned wry.
"Probably not."
Beverly's look of contrition was unconvincing.
"Sorry."
Jean-Luc growled softly and nuzzled her neck, his voice a deep rumble.
"You are not."
Beverly's chuckle made him raise his head.
"You're right, I'm not."
Taking a deep breath, the Captain stepped back and released the woman in his
arms.
"We have to be strong."
The Doctor nodded, although her look was mischievous.
"But tonight..?"
With a rare full grin, Jean-Luc's eyes twinkled.
"Yes.tonight."
Beverly backed to the door.
"You'll wear something casual?"
He nodded.
"And you?"
"Uh huh.I've something in mind."
His eyes darkened.
"Will you leave your hair down?"
With a show of sultry seductiveness, Beverly raised her hands and ran her
fingers through her vibrant red locks.
"If you like."
The Captain growled.
"I like."
The Doctor stopped just shy of the door sensor and grinned coyly.
"You like my hair?"
The Captain nodded, folding his arms across his chest.
"Yes."
"You'd like to entangle your fingers in it?"
Jean-Luc's voice deepened.
"Yes."
"When?"
His gaze becoming intense, Jean-Luc's voice became a rough whisper.
"When we make love.when you come."
Her gasp was soft in the otherwise silent room.
"You've thought about it?"
"Often."
Beverly sighed, a small smile appearing.
"Me too."
They stood, silently regarding each other until Beverly broke the spell.
"Well I must be going. I'll see you tonight."
Jean-Luc nodded.
"Tonight."
She left then and the Captain closed his eyes, striving to put her from his
mind so he could concentrate on his work.
It was as a futile effort.
Dinner that night was delightful. Resisting the urge to be
overly romantic, Jean-Luc settled on a simple table setting and a
straightforward meal, choosing Beverly's favourite dishes and saving the
menu while he went to shower and shave. He was in the living area, opening a
bottle of his family's red when the door chimed. He frowned as he had given
Beverly permission to alter her com badge to allow her admittance to his
quarters without needing to use the chime some time ago. That she should
choose to use the chime now confused him.
With a shake of his head, he walked to his door and pressed the release. As
soon as his eyes settled on the Doctor, it was all he could do not to gape.
She wore a sheer peach blouse, the sleeves gathered at her elbows and the
neckline plunging. Tiny buttons went from her ample breasts to her midriff
where the blouse ended in a ruche of gauzy material. His eyes took in her
navel as they went lower, to the silky sapphire skirt that fell in sensuous
folds around her long dancer's legs. His eyebrows rose at seeing her bare
feet. Dragging his eyes up to her face, he cleared his throat and found his
voice.
"You look lovely Beverly.would you like to come in?"
Beverly grinned knowingly and stepped past her Captain, the scent of her
perfume tantalising the man. She made her way confidently to the sofa and
sat, crossing her legs and placing one arm along the back of the chair. As
Jean-Luc crossed the room to join her, he felt her eyes roving over him. He
had taken care with his appearance, selecting clothing he knew she liked. A
soft emerald green shirt, open down the front in a deep vee, paired with
dark blue slacks and black leather shoes completed his outfit and it
obviously met with Beverly's approval. He picked up the wine bottle and two
glasses and joined her on the sofa. As he poured he asked softly,
"How was your day?"
Beverly's chuckle made him look up with curiosity.
"The part before I went to your Ready Room was awful. I was so nervous! Then
afterwards time seemed to drag. All I wanted to do was be with you. Work was
the furthest thing from my mind."
Jean-Luc smiled wryly.
"Me too. Up until you came to me I was totally absorbed in work, but later I
found I couldn't concentrate at all. My mind was filled with thoughts of
you."
They both chuckled and looked deeply into each other's eyes. Breaking the
spell, Jean-Luc lifted his glass and presented Beverly with hers.
"To beginnings. May we be happy for ever."
They clinked glasses and sipped, Beverly closing her eyes in appreciation.
"This is superb Jean-Luc."
The Captain swallowed slowly and nodded.
"Yes it is. The manager Marie engaged has been experimenting with new
blends. This is his blended merlot."
The Doctor grinned.
"So the Picard vineyards are in good hands?"
Jean-Luc nodded, his face serious.
"Yes. I'm very pleased the wine produced seems to be of high standard. If
our name is going to be on it, I want it to be as good as it's always been."
They sat together and drank two glasses each before moving to the dining
table. Throughout the meal, they were quiet, each feeling the slowly rising
tension, their hearts beating rapidly, their skin flushing. After dessert,
Jean-Luc asked the computer to play some music then surprised Beverly by
asking her to dance. She rose to him and he took her in his arms, closing
his eyes as his body took up the rhythm. They danced slowly, their bodies
pressed closely together, Beverly resting her cheek against his.
With his subtle aftershave teasing her senses, Beverly gently nuzzled his
neck making his feet still their movement. She lifted her head and licked
her lips at seeing the desire swirling deep within his hazel gaze. Their
lips met in a protracted kiss, the passion building quickly. Parting
breathlessly, Jean-Luc's husky baritone made Beverly shiver.
"I want to make love to you Beverly."
All she could do was nod.words failed her. He took her hand and led her to
his bedroom, his eyes never leaving hers.
They made love three times that first night. Initially they couldn't control
their passion, the act urgent and heated. The second time was playful and
joyous and, after sleep, the third time, in the small hours of morning, was
languid and slow, each taking the time to learn and please the other.
Over the next three weeks they spent every free moment together eventually
agreeing that Beverly should move into Jean-Luc's quarters. This was a wise
move. Not only was it more expedient with their new relationship, but, as
they couldn't seem to keep their hands off each other, it was hoped it would
facilitate matters concerning getting to work on time. Twice they had almost
been late for duty because breakfast became a little heated, on one occasion
they had made love on the dining table, necessitating a run through the
corridors to get to their stations on time.
Since Beverly had settled into his quarters, Jean-Luc had been immeasurably
happy. He had everything he ever wanted. Life, he thought, simply couldn't
get any better.
Beverly looked over the rim of her cup and smiled at
seeing the hazy hooded stare coming from her lover. She reached across the
table and touched his hand.
"Jean-Luc.you're staring."
Snapping back to the present, the Captain sat up and cleared his throat.
"Sorry.I was wool gathering."
Beverly smiled and inclined her head, immediately forgiving his lapse,
however her curiosity was piqued.
"About what?"
Allowing a rueful grin, Jean-Luc shrugged.
"The last two months."
The Doctor's smile widened and she sighed.
"It's been wonderful, hasn't it."
The Captain nodded.
"Indeed."
Breaking off some of her blueberry muffin, Beverly chewed thoughtfully then
asked,
"So what are we going to do with this afternoon?"
Jean-Luc lifted a hand and swept it wide.
"As I understand it, this Star base has a whole deck of holosuites. We could
go on a picnic, or a hike, or a swim, or."
Beverly held up her hands.
"Okay I get the idea. What about the arboretum? I hear it's a beaut."
Jean-Luc nodded.
"Yes it is and."
He was interrupted by a call from the ship.
"Enterprise to Captain Picard."
Jean-Luc smiled his apology and answered the hail.
"Picard here."
"Sir we have a small craft approaching, two life forms aboard. They are
hailing us and requesting you personally."
Jean-Luc frowned.
"What is the registry?"
"It's a private craft Captain.from Earth."
Jean-Luc and Beverly shared a look and the Captain sighed.
"Very well Enterprise. Allow it to enter the shuttle bay and I'll come
aboard. Picard out."
Beverly finished her coffee and stood.
"Will we have time to collect our parcels?"
Jean-Luc smiled.
"Oh I think so.this doesn't seem to be urgent."
"Good. I'll come back to the ship with you; I'd like to change into
something else."
Jean-Luc's eyebrow rose dramatically.
"You've decided what you want to do?"
Beverly grinned.
"Uh huh and I think you look great in shorts."
The Captain grunted and shook his head.
"The beach."
"Yes and I want you to wear those black speedos I replicated."
Jean-Luc sighed theatrically.
"But."
She nudged him in the ribs, causing him to softly yelp.
"If you want me to wear the two piece you like so much, the least you can do
is wear the speedos."
He tried to glower but it was pointless. He couldn't deny her anything. With
a sigh of capitulation, he gave in.
"Oh very well.but I insist on the privacy lock being engaged."
Beverly's grin was triumphant.
"Of course."
Twenty minutes later they were back on the Enterprise.
There was a member of security outside the observation room.
Jean-Luc nodded cordially to the young Ensign as he entered, the slight
smile on his face turning to a frown as he saw the people seated at the
table. With a nod to the Lieutenant on duty, the Captain rounded the table
and took his seat. Facing him was a middle aged man, with intense green eyes
and a sandy-haired young boy, whose face was down turned. The man stood and
offered his hand, bringing Jean-Luc to his feet.
"Captain Picard I presume?"
Jean-Luc nodded.
"Yes, I am Captain Jean-Luc Picard. And you are?"
The tall man smiled.
"Graham Rutherford. I am a solicitor with Rutherford and Flintoff."
Jean-Luc smiled and gestured to the seat. Once both men were again seated,
the Captain said,
"And what can I do for you? My staff tells me you asked for me
specifically."
Taking a moment to lift a brief case onto the table, Rutherford opened it
and produced three isolinear chips and two PADDs. He set the devices before
him and gathered his thoughts.
"Captain Picard what I have to say will come as a shock. This young boy," he
gestured to the lad seated beside him, "Is your son."
To his credit, Jean-Luc kept his command façade in place. There was a
momentary silence before the Captain asked.
"Would you care to explain yourself?"
The solicitor sighed and nodded.
"Of course. I ask you to cast your mind back ten years Captain, to the time
you spent on Earth, at the Academy, whilst awaiting the commission of the
Enterprise D."
Jean-Luc nodded once, curtly.
"I remember."
"During your tenure at the Academy, you were assigned an Adjutant.one Eve
DesLandes, a countrywoman of yours I believe."
Jean-Luc remained silent, giving his permission to continue with a slow nod.
"You had a relationship with her."
A deep frown appeared as the Captain shook his head.
"I think at this juncture it would helpful if the boy were to leave the room
until we have finished discussing this matter."
Rutherford nodded, sitting back and gently squeezing the boy's thin
shoulder.
"Go with the Lieutenant."
Jean-Luc looked up and ordered,
"Take him outside Lieutenant..?"
"Reynolds Sir."
"Thank you Lieutenant."
Once alone with the solicitor, Jean-Luc stood and pushed his hands into his
pockets.
"Mr.Rutherford it was my understanding that Ms.DesLandes was using an
implant."
The solicitor agreed.
"That she was Captain, but do you remember she was quite ill with what
turned out to be Azzinin 'flu?"
Jean-Luc rubbed his lip and nodded.
"Yes."
"Well, one of the side effects of that particular bug is a massive
disruption of the immune system, effectively negating any implants. Medical
only isolated the effect recently."
The Captain sighed.
"So after she recovered from the 'flu, she was fertile."
"Yes."
"And what of Ms.DesLandes? Is she no longer able to raise the boy?"
Rutherford's face took on a look of sympathy.
"I'm sorry Captain, she died three weeks ago."
Jean-Luc sat back down and clasped his hands on the tabletop. He took a deep
breath and let it out slowly.
"I see. I take it there is no chance the boy isn't mine?"
A look of distaste crossed the solicitor's face but he hid it well.
"None Captain."
"You must realise Mr.Rutherford, that as I am Captain of this vessel, it is
almost impossible for him to stay here. Perhaps it would be better if he
went to another relative, at least until he's older?"
The solicitor shook his head.
"I'm sorry Captain; you are his only living relative. We have, of course,
done an extensive search of both sides of the boy's parentage to find a
suitable home, but I'm afraid you were the one and only choice."
Jean-Luc closed his eyes and lowered his head into his hands, taking a
moment to gather his thoughts. When he lifted his head it was plain to see
he had come to a decision.
"Very well Mr.Rutherford. Does the boy know who I am? That is does he know I'm
his father?"
The solicitor nodded.
"Yes but he only found out yesterday. Apparently his mother only told him
his father served in Starfleet, nothing more.
The Captain sighed.
"And how did Ms.DesLandes die?"
Sadness crossed Rutherford's face.
"Ultimately it was the Azzinin 'flu. Four months ago Ms.DesLandes was on a
first contact mission in the Hegamon system. Whilst on the planet she
contracted an unknown virus that activated dormant cells in her body left
over from the 'flu. She was brought back to Medical as fast as possible but
it was already too late. The virus attacked the cell structure throughout
her body and she died a very painful death. In all, it took just on three
months for her to die."
The solicitor picked up an isolinear chip and handed it to the Captain.
"She recorded this for you, Captain. These others are her last will and
testament and a message for her son. These," he gestured to the PADDs,
"Contain everything you need to know about the boy. His medical history,
school records and images of his life."
Jean-Luc stared at the chip in his hand, nodding absently. As almost an
afterthought he asked softly,
"What is his name?"
"Tobias DesLandes. And Captain there are some things you should know.
Ms.Deslandes' death was very traumatic for all involved, especially her son.
In fact the boy was so traumatised he has been silent ever since her death.
He does not speak.at all. We've been trying therapy, but so far.nothing."
Jean-Luc rubbed his forehead and sighed.
"How old is he?"
"Nine.actually he turns ten in eleven days."
Rutherford stood and picked up his brief case.
"All Tobias' possessions are on my runabout. What shall I do with them?"
Jean-Luc gathered his ravelled thoughts.
"Ah.I'll have them put in a cargo bay. You're leaving now?"
The solicitor smiled gently.
"Yes Captain my job ceased with the safe delivery of the boy. All the legal
paperwork has been done, although there are several documents you must sign.
I'll leave them with you, I'm sure you'll want your own legal
representatives to see them first."
The Captain nodded.
"Yes or course."
He tapped his com badge.
"Ensign will you step inside please?"
The young woman entered and Jean-Luc ordered,
"Please escort my guest to his runabout and make sure all the cargo he has
on board is safely loaded in cargo bay two."
The Ensign nodded respectfully.
"Aye Captain."
The men shook hands and Rutherford peered into Jean-Luc's eyes.
"You'll be fine Captain, just be patient."