Subj: "You're WHAT?!?!"
Date: 7/29/98 4:19:13 PM Central Daylight Time
From: beverlypicard@hotmail.com (Sue Kisenwether)
To: PicardBev@aol.com
This story is in response to a challenge from Martha in which she wrote:
> write a sory including the words "You're WHAT?!" - and it *can't*
> be that she's pregnant...
DISCLAIMER:
Untitled...
by Sue Kisenwether
1998
"You're *WHAT*?!"
"I'm leaving the Enterprise, Jean-Luc."
"Why?"
"You know why. I was offered the position of Head of StarFleet Medical
in San Francisco. It's the position of a lifetime, Jean-Luc. Hoe could I
pass it up?"
"Beverly, does this have anything to do with what I said to you right
before the Fairpoint mission?"
"What do you mean?"
"You know exactly what I mean. In Sickbay, I said that I didn't want to
serve a constant reminder of Jack's death and that I would transfer you
if you so wished..."
"That had nothing to do with it, Jea-Luc."
"Then what did, Beverly?"
"I just told you, Jean-Luc. I couldn't pass up a positi..."
"I don't believe you."
"What?!?"
"Beverly, both you and I know that the Head of StarFleet Medical does
nothing more the paperwork. Day in and day out And I know how much you
hate being stuck behind a desk. You are not taking this position to
advance you career, Beverly. So why are you?"
"Truth?"
"That is always preferable."
"I'm afraid to stay."
"What? Why?"
"I...I'm falling in love with you, Jean-Luc. That's scares me. I'm
sorry..."
"You're *WHAT*?!"
"I love you, Jean-Luc."
"I love you, Beverly. I know you still have to leave tomorrow, but
please, come to my quarters for dinner tonight."
"a..alright."
_at dinner_
"Jean-Luc, I...I don't want to go any more. I was afraid that I would
slip and tell you how I felt and you wouldn't feel the same. Bu, now
that I know you love me..."
"Beverly, what are you saying?"
"I'm trying to say that I don't want to pretend anymore. I want a
relationship with you. I think I'm ready. In Lamen's terms, Jean-Luc -
God, this sounds so stupid, but - will you be my boyfriend?"
"Of course! But only if *you'll* be *my* girlfriend?"
"Oh Jean-Luc!"
"I'll take that as a 'yes'."
"I love you."
"I love you."
THE END
*****
Comments? Questions? All constructive criticism welcome!
beverlypicard@hotmail.com or trekkie@boss.nj.com
LISA - this belongs under: Kisenwether, Sue; Title: Unititled
Sue, Goddess of Pointless Information
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Jean-Luc! It's *so* nice to see you again! How about a big hug?"
- Q, "Q-Pid"
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