Title: Moving Violation

Author: Kristin Johnson

Series: TNG

Code: B. Crusher/Jev, B. Crusher/Picard (mild P/Q, Ronin), mostly m/f

Rating: [NC-17]

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Viacom. If I wanted to try to make money off these characters, I'd have done "Free Enterprise" or something.

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Summary: After Crusher and Picard return from Kesprytt, Q offers Bev the chance to confront Jev, who interfered in her telepathic bond with Picard..

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Note: Takes place immediately following "Attached," seventh season TNG. Synopsis for the unknowing: Bev and Picard are forcibly fitted with telepathic implants and, finally, seven years of sexual tension explodes in a big...nothing. Bear in mind that she'd just escaped being killed by the anaphasic "ghost" lover Ronin. And after the violent rapist Jev in "Violations," I think Bev was a little wary of telepathic activity...Jev appearing in Beverly's mind wasn't in the episode, but I used it for dramatic effect. Special Thanks: To Saklani, for daring me to try this. Part of the Doctor Fuh-q Fest

Moving Violation

Beverly Crusher slammed her back against the door of her quarters. Damn Jean-Luc, and damn her too. She'd wanted this, wanted to tell him, and now that he knew, now that the damned man actually proposed in that chocolaty French/English accent that they be "unafraid" of taking chances, *she* was the one who ran away.

No, she was *not* going to call Deanna. The woman had no right counseling Beverly over Jean-Luc when she and Riker could barely be friends without looking sad, jealous, and sometimes as if they just wanted to strip naked and do the Betazoid wedding right there. Of course, Worf had been hanging around Deanna more than usual. Normally, you couldn't get him within an inch of a telepath and...

Telepaths.

Maybe it had something to do with Ronin. She still couldn't believe she'd been willing to throw her life away for an anaphasic life form, no matter how Byronic and soulful. All the men she met--Odan, Ronin, and all of them--caused her nothing but heartache. Maybe they should put a limit on single male alien visitors. All of them had caused trouble. Alkar, who'd nearly destroyed Troi, Devinoni Ral, Jev...

Beverly stopped in the middle of drinking lukewarm lemon tea. (She'd forgotten to program the replicator to hot, or as Jean-Luc liked to say..."Hot!") She felt her ear, where the implant had been, and she felt someone else touching her hair...

Ronin had done that. Jev, stroking Troi's hair...Jev trying to kiss Troi...Beverly kissing Jean-Luc just now...in her dreams at the camp...his dreams too...seeing Jean-Luc dancing with her on the Stargazer...the younger-looking captain who'd brought her to see Jack when...

And as she was dancing with Jean-Luc, Jev appeared, looking...looking as if he were in whatever tormentous punishing afterlife Ullians went to. He stepped into the fire she and Jean-Luc had built, and said, "I love firelight."

Beverly kept dancing with Jean-Luc as Jev repeated, "I love firelight. Why didn't you tell me you were in love with me?"

Jean-Luc didn't hear him. He just kept holding her in that gallant and deliciously close way, touching her hair...

Beverly reached up now and slapped herself, making her crimson hair fly like fire sparks.

"Doctor," Jev called out in her mind...in the memory...no, NOW..."Doctor, help...help..."

"I'm busy," she snarled, whirling around.

"Is that how you answer all your patients?"

The only person Beverly wanted to see, or think about, less reclined on her bed, reading her grandmother's diary. He waggled sardonic black eyebrows at her "Tsk, tsk, this Ronin was quite the Romeo, wasn't he? It's no wonder you got cold feet. You thought to yourself, how could Jean-Luc compare with a walking orgasm?"

"Go away, Q." Beverly realized throwing tea at him would be useless, and so she drank some. The hot, tart taste of real, not replicated, tea burned her throat in ecstasy. Damn, Q could be so annoyingly...thoughtful at times.

Q smiled, stretching out in an embroidered silk robe instead of the usual Starfleet uniform he wore to torment Jean-Luc. "But then, how could *you* compare to an omnipotent being? Don't cry for Johnny. He'll soon forget that you rejected him."

"I--" Beverly set down the tea, calmly, on a table. "What are you suggesting?"

"For a woman who has sex with a ghost and has a nearly immortal brat of a son, you're amazingly naive."

Beverly laughed. "*You*? He hates you, Q. I don't care if you saved his life. He does not like you."

"Jealous, Bev?"

Beverly folded her arms beneath her breasts. "Don't gloat, Q. And don't play games with me."

Q watched her thoughtfully. "You know...before all this I thought you were like the others on this ship. About as interesting as Denebian plankton. But I'm changing my mind."

"Really. How did I get so lucky?"

Q stretched as he stood. His human body looked surprisingly fit, even handsome...and Beverly had to look away, because she was sure he had put that image in her mind...Q and Jean-Luc among the stars...

"You don't like telepaths, do you? Not even Little Miss Empathy. And certainly not her mother."

"I don't like being invaded," Beverly said evenly.

"But you enjoyed being connected to Johnny."

"Can we please not talk about Jean-Luc?"

Tsking, Q approached her. "You're so defensive where he's concerned. Jev could sense that, you know."

"It was my memory of Jack that Jev raped me with." Talking about it still made Beverly's heart go dry as her grandmother's corpse.

"Then why did Jev appear in your dreams, the one Jean-Luc shared, hmmm?"

He was not giving up, and Beverly resigned herself. "I don't know. It was Deanna he was interested in. And anyway, how could he communicate with me? Ullians operate by touch."

Q waggled a finger at her. "Ah, ah. You don't think I'm going to tell you *everything*, do you?"

"I don't care to know any more." Beverly closed her eyes as the memory of Jev/Jean-Luc raised the winding sheet covering Jack's face, and she didn't want to look, did not want to hear Jev/Jean-Luc say, "You shouldn't remember him like this."

After the rape, Beverly had cooperated completely with the Ullian healers who helped Deanna, Will, and her in their recovery. They had been gentle and profoundly shocked by her ordeal. Beverly had gotten through the requisite counseling, probing, poking, questions, mental exercises and sympathy. She never wanted to think of Jev again. She wondered for the first time if Deanna and Will ever thought of him.

"As for why he didn't communicate with Deanna, well...fear had much to do with it. And would you link minds with Wonder Boy Riker given a choice? Oh, I forgot-you slept with him, didn't you?"

Beverly didn't rise to the bait. "If I ever want to get rid of you, I guess I better start cooperating, even though I hate your damned tests."

"It's not a test, Bev." Q knelt before her, looking sincere as Data. Beverly was not fooled. "I want to help you overcome this trauma of yours."

Beverly shook her head. "Out of the goodness of your heart."

"Actually...there is one thing I want in return." Q remained kneeling, but he wasn't any less the powerful being. "You continue keep your hands off Johnny, and we'll call it a deal."

Beverly kicked him, too late. He was back on the bed, frowning sadly at her. "Poor Bev. I guess you like having Jev in your head, don't you? Well, at least you know he'll stay with you."

Beverly closed her eyes. She wasn't willing to say Jev had kept her from Jean-Luc...but he would if she didn't get over this psychic wound...but if she agreed to Q's bargain, she'd lose Jean-Luc anyway...assuming she still wanted him...damn it, what she wanted was a normal romance, and Jean-Luc Picard was the least normal man she knew...

Besides, her curiosity was luring her on...and something else, as seductive as the fire on Kesprytt...She opened her eyes and breathed deep yoga breaths.

"All right, Q. Take me to Jev."

Q smiled, and tapped his head once. Beverly felt herself dissolve as if in the transporter beam.

The chamber was cold, a cold that surrounded the soul. It was also windowless, round, like the womb, but not as comforting. There was no door. In its center, a man with graying hair above his corrugated temples sat hugging his knees, sitting in the silence of a madman. He looked tired, ashamed, overshadowed, as he always would be. Doubtless his flamboyant father (who despite all his irritating faults was not responsible for Jev's crimes) kept company with him.

Beverly did not recognize his face at first. The eyes were no longer sad or shy or embarrassed, but manic, fixed on some point, although the walls were completely smooth. He was completely naked.

"Jev," Beverly said softly, but she didn't hear her own voice.

He didn't turn. He sat still, and he did not even speak.

<<Jev, I know you can hear me. What did you think you were doing?>>

Q, dressed as the portly Tarmin and assuming his aspect, joined in the attack. <<Answer me, boy. You're a disgrace.>>

Now Jev turned, but his attention was on Beverly. His only thought was <<Make him stop.>>

<<Why should I?>> Beverly approached him. <<What were you doing?>>

<Giving you what you wanted. Please, make him stop.>> Jev rose. He was not chained or restrained in any way.

<<Why? You deserve him.>>

<<I love you,>> Jev thought desperately. <<I just thought...if I could make you happy with Picard...maybe...>>

<<What?>> Now Beverly struck out with her mind, and Jev toppled to the floor. He lay frozen, and Beverly though how nice it would be if he were chained. Jev twitched, and his hands flailed upward, but stopped, his wrists held apart.

<<I can't forgive you.>> Beverly knelt beside him and put her hands on

his body. He was actually handsome, long and slender. His nipples looked like little curdled blue rings, and that other part of him was blue as well. <<You're an interesting study. Did you enjoy playing with us? Of course you did with Deanna. Why haven't you tried raping her again?>>

<<I didn't want...she hates me...they gave her something...something

to block me out.>> Jev seemed angry and sorrowful all at once. <<They gave you something too but when you were with Picard, it didn't work...I could actually touch you, I could dance with you...>>

<<So dance.>>

Jev was on his feet, and Beverly dipped him completely. His hands were no longer chained, and they clung to her. "Isn't It Romantic" played in the chamber as Beverly waltzed Jev around the claustrophobic space.

<<Well done,>> Q sent privately to her.

<<My father's gone,>> Jev thought, kissing Beverly's hand. <<You made him go away.>>

<<I can bring him back again,>> Beverly threatened.

<<Oh please...>> Jev sounded pitiful.

<<You expect sympathy? Hating your father doesn't give you the right to do whatever you damn well please.>>

<<Please...>>

Now Jev was begging. Beverly smiled and spoke in Tarmin's voice (thank you Q.) "Stop sniveling, Jev. How can you control people's minds if you can't control yourself?"

Jev, a small boy of...eight? Ten?...looked at his mother, she of the elaborate braided hairdo and gentle face. She shook her head at Tarmin/Beverly. "Tarmin..."

"The boy has to learn." Beverly instinctively knew that Jev hated sitting in the crystalline chair in the solarium with the sunlight trapping him and the purple sky above. He'd rather be out chasing a wild six-legged Ullian deer, jumping on its back, riding it, mastering it...taming it...Beverly reached out a hand and smiled, stroking Jev's satiny head. "Show me you aren't entirely useless."

<<I'M NOT!>>

Jev the boy had "Tarmin" flat on his back. He pressed his fingers against Tarmin's face while still pressing his temples in the Ullian way of concentration. He squirmed all over Tarmin...surely he didn't mean to rape his father?

Beverly suddenly found herself lying down with Jev's warm naked body covering hers. It was sick, but she felt herself responding.

<<Beverlyyyy...>>

That silken seductive voice caused her to orgasm immediately, exquisite tendrils of energy making her aware of every shift in the stars, accelerating her blood...

<<Oh no you don't. You're NOT Ronin!>>

Jev's eyes, so remarkably soulful like Ronin's looked down into

Beverly's. <<Is this what you wanted when you came here?>>

<<No,>> Beverly sent. <<I wanted you out of my life. Out of my thoughts. How can you affect me? You have to be close to your victims!>>

<<Thank my dear father. He had to administer the Touch that made me insane. He thought he'd keep me here locked in my mind...but I did what no Ullian's ever done...I communicated at a distance!>> Jev sounded triumphant.

<<I wanted you to know. I wanted to tell you...I wanted you to see what I've become...>>

<<You're nothing,>> Beverly thought, pushing him off her and onto his back. He went meekly, and she knelt over him. Her lips brushed his. Her mind went further. <<You're a rapist, a deviant...>>

<<And you're enjoying tormenting me.>>

<<You're damned right I am.>>

Q whispered approvingly, "Finish him, Bev. The little idiot's never been touched by a woman before this. Kiss him, rape him, suck him off, and he's finished."

"You think I won't?" Beverly tasted the blue nipples. Mmmm. Not disgusting at all...spicy, actually. Jev shuddered. "You think I'll heed the old quality of mercy line, and prove myself an 'enlightened' human? Forget it, Q. I don't care if I fail your damned test."

"I knew I was right." Q smiled approvingly. "You're really not meant for Picard. He'd talk this to death. You're more direct."

"Jean-Luc isn't here. And I don't want you telling him about this!"

Was that what Q was up to? Tell Jean-Luc she'd tormented Jev, possibly souring Ullian-Federation relations? Even though Jev had raped three members of his crew, Jean-Luc would take the moral high ground: "We cannot let ourselves sink to the level of the beast, Beverly." Yes, that would be so like Q, enlightened being her ass. Well, either way she'd already said good-bye to any chance with Jean-Luc, so she might as well have her fun with Jev.

<<You like that, Jev?>> Beverly kissed his nipples.

Jev smiled, unafraid. <<I always knew you liked me...more, please.>>

<<Uh-uh. You've been a bad boy.>> Beverly slapped him, mentally and physically.

Jev began to cry, and she could feel the sobs in his chest. Beverly now understood what Deanna went through--it was difficult to think of hurting Jev when she could feel his sorrow, sorrow that he deserved...

Damn it. This was not like her.

Beverly stood up, slowly. Damn her own ethics. She just couldn't do it.

<<Jev, I forgive you.>>

Jev gasped, big brown eyes popping at her. <<Beverly...>>

<<I have to.>> Beverly turned away, letting him have his mind-prison. It occurred to her she might have been inside his mind the whole time.

<<You are in my mind,>> Jev thought. <<Now...now I can be at

peace...>> He stroked his own lips, and his body shuddered. <<Oh

Beverly...oh oh, kiss me...oh...thank you...>>

Beverly didn't need her tricorder to know that when the energy faded from her mind, that wistful tormented presence that made her feel sorrow despite herself, that Jev was gone.

"What have I done?" Her own voice sounded like a stranger's, and she had to feel her own face to see that it was smooth human skin, not Tarmin's or Jev's rough skin. And she was in her quarteres, safe...but not safe from what she'd done...

"You tell me." Q's voice was surprisingly gentle.

"I never tried to kill a patient in my life. I didn't want to end his suffering..."

"Oh, he's not dead. He just...slipped away from you. Toward some other Ullian plane of consciousness, where I'm sure he'll probably still be tormented. But on this one...he knew you forgave him."

Beverly wrapped her arms around herself. "I never knew it was so seductive...in control...I felt so powerful...like Riker must have when you gave him your powers."

"Yes, but unlike Will the Pill, you stopped yourself." Q refrained from touching her, but she thought that he was trying to be comforting. "As I said, Beverly, you're more interesting than I thought."

Beverly laughed weakly.

"But you still can't have Jean-Luc."

Beverly turned around and lifted an eyebrow. "You think not?"

Q's voice changed, as if he was genuinely contrite. "Forgive me...I should let you two comfort each other. It's just that when he's all formal and stuffy, he's so appealing..."

Beverly suddenly felt tired, and she picked up her lemon tea. To her surprise, it was still warm. "You know, Q...I don't want to think about Jean-Luc, or anyone else, for a while. I've had it with men in my mind."

"I understand." Q smiled, irritatingly. "You're such a good sport."

"Get out of here. And don't tell Jean-Luc about this. Or the Ullians."

Q nodded. "Sweet dreams, Bev." He actually sounded sincere again, and Beverly wondered, as the entity disappeared, if Jean-Luc was right and Q really was trying to help them...

And she'd had enough of trying to figure out men for one day.

A glow caught her eye, and she turned to see her grandmother's antique candle sitting on her bedside. The flame flickered tauntingly.

Beverly walked over to the candle and blew it out with one decisive puff.

[END]