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even though picard isn't over yet, i've decided to put beverly / sidney back on the multi!! so all threads will be moving over to @starstcff

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Understanding the urge, Beverly shakes her head, eyes flitting towards the ceiling to keep her laughter at bay. " I'll see what I can do to help you with that, but for now, let me focus on what I can control. "

" No. He loves the Enterprise. I couldn't... I couldn't bear to take him away. The teachers there are so good and they love him. The school here, no offense, needs a little work. "

Not a day passed without her questioning that choice. Wesley wanted to one day join Starfleet; the experience on the Enterprise was exceptional, a once in a lifetime opportunity, but so was being a boy, something she feared he was skipping completely in favor of his future. And there was also the simple, undeniable fact that she missed him desperately. " Do you have kids, Commander? "

❛ I might not mind passing out before a long speech from mollari. ❜ it is scarcely a professional joke, and jeff ( almost ) regrets it immediately. he’ll blame it on pain-induced delirium and fatigue, though that’s a paltry excuse and he knows it. as commanding officer, he cannot afford to slight any of the ambassadors.

❛ I guess you’re in the right place, then. ❜ and they were — he was — immensely grateful to have her. ❛ I feel I should know the answer to this: did he come with you? your son. ❜ certainly an oversight on his part, too busy of late to so much as bother to get to know the newest addition to their staff.

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" The famous raktajino. Thankfully that bug hasn't hit the Enterprise just yet. I've been hearing some complaints of... overactive officers who had the drink for the first time. " Beverly kept herself away from the drunk for one very specific reason: her coffee addiction had already reached levels she'd was against as a medical practitioner. One hit of the wondrous Klingon coffee and she'd be hooked.

A stray, ridiculous thought flitters through her mind as she glances back at Kira again, gaze settling on her lips: that one taste of them would probably be just as addictive.

Turning back to the replicator, she asks for Kira's drink, laughing at her own silliness. It had clearly been a while. Not just... in terms of everything, but it had been way too long since she had a proper crush, and not a casual relationship; it ruined just as many brain cells as her first crush did.

Finally looking at the room beyond Kira and the replicator, she grabs the drinks and walks over to a small seating area, setting both of them down on the table in front of her. " You said for the longest time. This friend of yours, well, what I'm asking is, are they a friend now, or just someone who you can still spend time with? "

when the distance between the two finally registers within her mind, the tension in her body naturally snaps her spine into the form a taut line. hands hanging by her side, there's almost a sense of heightened awareness —— she's nervous. but that's nothing new when it came to her and starfleet.

from the beginning she's always felt a little uneasy with their presence on a bajoran space station. yet, nerys is all too aware of the fact that it's not a malicious feeling she harbours towards the doctor —— the feeling rings familiar, resonant of a younger kira nerys who first saw the wisdom and heart underneath the delicate face of an attractive trill.

" hm? " beverly's query snaps kira out of her train of thought. eyes blink instinctively, a glance of confusion before the question echoes in her mind again. " oh! uhm... i'll have a raktajin—— " kira catches the instinctive response that slipped out of her lips. " hm... on second thought, i'll just have what you're having. "

there's an attempt to feign nonchalance. she isn't piloting anything anytime soon, she's made an active effort to be with company rather than seeking out the sea of never ending tasks that comes with running this station —— a raktajino isn't needed for her present purposes. and she isn't about to unceremoniously unveil the bottle of brandy she and another first officer stolen in a drunken stupor.

at least not yet.

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Beverly sucks in a breath, only for it to come out a second later in a burst of quick laughs, disbelief pinching at the corner of her eyes. It was her own fault. She only had herself to blame; three sarcastic kids later, she had to stop pointing the finger at the universe and consider that she was the one influencing them towards such behaviour. " As long as you are glad. "

Stars save her, one of these days her little girl was going to return to the ship claiming she found her soulmate, as teenagers were prone to do. As hard as it had been to watch Wesley getting girlfriends and becoming an adult on the Enterprise, at least she usually knew their parents; when Ellie and Jack got the dating bug, she was going to be fielding intergalactic incidents left and right. " No! I certainly do not mean that. You are still too young to meet boys. You're going to have to wait until you are, I don't know.... thirty-four before you kiss a boy. I think that sounds fair. "

mum.

“ He was doing the right thing and listening to me. ” For once. That son of hers was the biggest trouble-maker she’d ever seen, and just like Ellie, every time he was caught, he’d show her those big eyes and promise he never wanted to make her worry and she’d melt. “ I know staying on the ship all the time is boring. I’m hoping to go to a planet that’s safer soon. That way the two of you can burn all that excess energy and get into some age appropriate trouble. ”

It was hard to keep that promise. Each time she looked into a safe, peaceful planet, on the edge of the map there would be some trouble brewing, a population that required her help. But she meant to keep her promise this time. Her children had a bigger claim to her attentions than the rest of the world; it was hard to shed her responsibilities, but this was her most important duty. “ I’m just glad you are okay. That’s what really matters. ”

´ ･ .  ✶ ━━      there’s a scrunching of her nose.  elenore was most certainly more of a trouble maker than jack was.  that was just in her nature.  from where she was born  ,  to where she ended up.  she couldn’t help but being overly curious about everything.  but she had promised her mother that she would tone down her over active imagination and curiosity  ,  if only to stop beverly from going grey too soon.  she would certainly stop being way too curious  ,  especially when it came to places that weren’t friendly to kids.  the federation may keep them safe on some planets  ,  but there was only so much that their influence could extend too.

                           age appropriate trouble  ?  ellie couldn’t help the slight smile crossing her lips.  finally pulling her chin out of the doctor’s grasp  ,  ellie latched on to beverly’s hand instead  -  holding on tightly. sliding off the bed  ,  ellie stretches  -  but still holding onto beverly’s hand.  “  i know.  i’m glad i’m okay as well.  ”  another laugh.  it was true though.  ellie knew that she was going to be sore in the morning but at least she wasn’t dead.  “  age appropriate trouble  ,  that means  ,  like meeting boys  ?  ”  there’s a soft giggle.

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WE HAVE TO DREAM IN ORDER TO SURVIVE. it's all about the hugs baby

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if anyone sees me attempting to make a new blog i need you to fly to brazil and stop me

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After raising two children, Beverly is well aware that the best way to get a full confession is to stay silent and wait until the other person tells their entire story; small details tend not to show up when someone is being grilled. Still, she can't help but the protest which escapes her lips — half a scoff, half a warning — at the story. Jack had been drunk as a skunk, fifteen and still growing into his voice and personality: he had been absolutely insufferable and the most adorable thing she'd ever seen.

Until he started throwing up the next day.

It was a personal detail; a story shared primarily between the three of them, but god knows if either of them put it on their logs after, and if Jack had ever told someone about it. It wasn't enough. As much as she wanted to immediately believe that the person in front of her is Nerys, she has read too many stories about people falling for the changelings' tricks.

This station failed to realize their Chief Medical Officer was actually a changeling for weeks while Bashir rotted in a prison. One story wasn't enough.

Not when Jack was in danger.

" I'll say it's nice to see you when I know it's you. " She shakes her head, eyes apologetic and defiant. " I need more. "

hands clasp together, rolling her neck from shoulder to shoulder before she leans forward with her arms resting against her knees. an old conflict from her past dragging memories from her past as she remembers the devastation starfleet inflicted upon this group of people —— maybe these people didn't care if the entire alpha quadrant perished. perhaps, it was preferable if that happened but kira could never wrap her head around eradicating an entire link. that sight was harrowing. she remembers how the great link changed profoundly and how that day she said farewell to a dear friend.

a saddened smile quirks on her lips, not from the mandatory requests but from the ways how old wounds are being ripped open as if they're still fresh like yesterday's sutures. " alright. fine. when jack was fifteen he found my stash of springwine and — " she can't help but to snort at the thought. " it was like he was having an orb experience. 'n i remember you running in — all frantic before realizing he was drunk. "

she raises a brow.

" oh i have more embarrassing stories about the two of you —— if you want me to keep goin', 'cuz i will. " finding humour in dire situations is not something kira's a stranger to. " it's good to see you, @bever7y. "

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wow is it me or is it hot in here

the computer in front of Kira beeps. The Enterprise has docked for a maintenance check. Doctor Crusher is requesting permission to board.

[bever7y]

thinking about her in my captain crusher verse beverly still goes to medical school, she just nevet gets to practice it, she ends up shiningduring the command rotation and the captain convinces her to give it a try and she becomes captain of the enterprise by the time she is 40 <3

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you know the whole thing, it's easier to ask for forgiveness than permission?? well, beverly definetly lives by it, especially cause she is only wrong 2% of the time so she doesn't even need to ask for forgiveness that often

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" Hold the thanks until we solve this mess. You might just come to regret it. " Beverly teased wagging her finger, features softening at his words. As he waves their personalities together, she catches a glimpse of his father. It was such a Jean Luc thing to say: simple and utterly devastating. " Of course. A little opposition has never stopped us before. Come on, it'll be a challenge. "

❝  s'pose i have you to thank for that.  ❞ a compliment, if ever there was one. his mother had given him gifts a - plenty, but her wisdom had always stood as chief among them. jack sets back against the co - pilot's chair, lips pursed. ❝  we still headed down there, then?  ❞ to the planet he means. strictly speaking, they've not been told no, so much as please don't. semantics are important in their line of work.

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Confusion lingers in her expression as she steps into the room, watching Kira from the corner of her eye as she heads towards the replicator. That was all a bit unexpected. From the tears she caught in the other's eyes, to the compliment which made her smile uncontrollably, the smile lingering still, bright and warm in her features.

Beverly had come here for... fun? A possible dalliance with a woman who caught her eye once and remained in her mind after, a sweet impression which she had been curious to explore. The attraction was still there. Impossible to ignore. But it when she looked back, it wasn't the primary emotion driving her. Friendship had blossomed somewhere between the promenade and her bedroom's door; damn whatever it is that makes 'everyone like her so much'.

It was why she had to pull away and put some distance. She had squeezed the other's arm one final time, before pulling away slowly, a bit more teasingly than she meant to, blue eyes far too inviting for a simple conversation. Until she understood herself, and these feelings a bit more, a simple conversation would have to suffice.

" Computer, white wine, chilled. And — " turning fully to face Kira, she raised a brow, waiting for the other to compliment the order.

a touch so soft that causes her heart to ache, her breath almost shudders with a watery gaze locked with shimmering cerulean eyes. truth is, she can't remember the last time anyone held her so gently —— for years kira took the friendly embraces, the gentle reassuring hands squeezing her terse shoulders all for granted. her slightly protruded bottom lip quivers as if a muted sob is barely contained. federation types do not bode well with emotional displays —— a lesson she's come to learn over the years.

so, inhaling a deep breath through her nose, as two hands instinctively rest against beverly's shoulders. with a light squeeze, an amused smile—— kira speaks, " i think i understand why everyone seem to like you so much. "

" oh, i was just thinking about how one of the only people that would have me in their company was the same guy who i couldn't stand having around for the longest time. " the smile fades ever so slightly, a quick glance outside the window wondering when they're going to send her their next reports. " it's a... a little bit ironic. that's all. "

for a split second, she debates politely turning her down —— some excuse about being too tired or having a big day the next day. but the thought of sitting at quark's bar with a pint of ale all by her lonesome just to be pestered is much less appealing. besides, she could really use the company —— that, and she knows where riker hid the top shelf brandy the two of them stole from quark in the room.

" you know what? i could use a drink or two. "

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the devil always tells you what you wanna hear, teddy. so who's the devil now? you or him or me? theodore deacon of syfy's 12 monkeys by syd. highly selective. private. mutuals only. a study in personal growth, what makes a monster and the metamorphosis of man. ©

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little mains call?

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braids her hair :3c

A soft, satisfied hum escapes her lips as she feels Nerys's fingers play with her hair. Half-awake, mind and body wonderfully lazy and wornout from the night's earlier activities, she attempts to move and adjust, chasing the other woman's lips once more, greedy for what was denied to her for so long, only for a firm hand to press her shoulder back into the mattress, fingers returning to her hair.

Slowly easing out of the blissful haze her mind was happy to remain with, she tries to take a look at what is going on only to be pushed down again, having to rely on her other dulled senses to understand. It takes her a few moments to notice that this isn't idle-play, that Nerys's deft fingers — and oh, are they deft — are curling and shaping her hair into a braid. " I didn't peg you as the braiding type. "

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beverly: do no harm but play no games.

[bever7y]

oh nooooo kira is dying and needs mouth to mouth what will the good doctor ever dooooooo????