Title: The True Strength of Dr. Crusher
Summary: Everyone on the Enterprise knows that Dr. Crusher is a strong officer. Captain Picard is learning what her true strength is when a plant monster decides to attack. Seeing that makes him fall more in-love with her.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Star Trek characters or Jim Butcher's characters and I'm making nothing from this.
"You wanted to see me," Beverly said.
"Yes," he said, "Ancient Mai says that you could benefit from some rest and relaxation."
"Not on the holodeck," Beverly said. "I doubt running around and avoiding getting shot is a good thing for my health."
"I was thinking something green," he said. "We have some plants that we got from our last mission that you might be interested in."
Beverly did get interested and said, with a smile, "And will a dashing officer be taking me on a date?"
"Beverly, it's not-."
"Well your taking a female to a place that you know that she'll like, which doesn't need the Captain's approval to go on, and hoping that she'll have a good time. Last time I checked, that's a date."
Jean-Luc went pink and Beverly grinned.
"Well I'll meet you in an hour for our non-date," Beverly teased. "With little bells on my toes. My quarters."
And she left without him saying that she could. She figured that he needed to take time to get rid of the blush that was now all over his face.
"We're going on a date," Beverly told Deanna, "But, don't tell him that's what it is. He doesn't want to admit it."
Deanna laughed and Beverly left the bridge.
"So watch them for a couple of hours," the young teen that Beverly had managed to hire to babysit Rowan and Anna.
She was also a dog and cat lover and Mister and Mouse had decided that she was an acceptable substitute for her. Who knew the minds of animals?
"Yes," Beverly said.
"So are you going on a date?" she asked.
"Of course, but he doesn't want to admit that's what it is," Beverly told her and the girl laughed.
Sure enough, and Beverly could time him on this, Jean-Luc arrived. Beverly wanted to leave the staff behind but something told her that she would need it. When they left she walked slowly and, thankfully, he didn't push her to walk faster.
"So how are you liking your quarters?" he asked.
"It's what I wanted," Beverly said, "But I worry that I'm getting Dr. Pulaski mad. She didn't like it when the nurses were happy to see me."
"She treats the position like she owns it," he said. "I hope that she's not making you decide to not go to sickbay when your ill."
"I think passing out got me back into her bad graces."
"Jean-Luc, it's fine," Beverly said. "I'm not going to allow her to bully me into not coming. Though, if she does I could turn her into a bull frog."
She smiled at him and he grinned.
The Arboretum was just as amazing as when she first saw it. Several stations had several people that was working on whatever their project was. She looked at what they were doing with longing. It reminded her too much of what she couldn't do.
"Beverly," Jean-Luc called out.
She broke her glaze and turned to look at him. "Sorry, just thinking."
"I know you hate not really doing anything," he said.
"It's more than just that," Beverly said. "I'm going to guess that most here think that I did something to have my wicked way with you."
She laughed and Jean-Luc turned red, though she knew it was from mega embarrassment.
"Jean-Luc, we both know it was the virus," she said. "We would have never done it if-."
A loud scream broke through what Beverly was going to say and she turned to see something rising up from the earth.
They both watched as huge vines came up and started to take form.
"This isn't happening," Beverly said.
"Bev, what is this?" Jean-Luc asked.
"It's a Chlorfiend," Beverly told him, "PLANT MONSTER."
It turned its head and looked at them. "I'm here to kill you, Dresden, as part of my contract."
They both bolted, the plant monster following.
"It's following," Beverly said.
She thought it wouldn't have left the Arboretum, but Harry had faced on centuries ago and it had left the confines of where it had been.
"What the heck is a Chlorfiend?" Jean-Luc asked.
"Type of Fairy," Beverly answered. "To bad we don't-."
She stopped and grabbed him, saying, "Have Date transport us to the shuttle bay. I have an idea on how to get rid of it."
The Chlorfiend got closer and she heard him tapping his badge, "Data, transport us to Shuttle bay two?"
"If you don't want something huge to kill us then do it," Beverly ordered.
They vanished and reappeared in the shuttle bay.
"Beverly, who the heck wants you dead?"
"I have no idea but whoever contracted it really, really, hates me. We can think about who it is after we send this thing back where it came. Computer, create for me two swords made of pure iron and steel."
They appeared and she pulled them out.
"The only thing that will kill one," she said. "I'm not going to use magic, as it will land me back in sickbay."
The Chlorfiend found them and broke through the doors, which wasn't made of iron. It laughed at them both but Beverly wasn't scared. Even though she wasn't going to use her magic she had the skills to fight without the use of charms, spells, or even potions. She had her wit and her determination to survive. Also she wanted to find the piece of work that had summoned this thing and put people's lives in danger.
She focused on its head, got ready, and attacked.
Jean-Luc Picard had known Beverly for years. Even though he was still getting over the fact that she was much different than even Data. The determination, love, and devotion that she had for her son and her friends made her feel more human than she was. Even now, facing what she called a Chlorfiend with two swords that flashed in the light of the cargo bay, told him all that he needed to know. This woman, who had given him a family that he didn't think was ever going to be possible, was fighting a monster for not only the safety of the crew and others, but also for themselves.
The Chlorfiend screamed in pain as Beverly continued to go after it. She didn't use anything, except for her experience with the sword. And that moment he had fallen more in-love with her. She was fire, she was everything, and looked like a Celtic warrior going after the Romans. When the monster turned into nothing but a tangle of vines and roots Beverly gasped for air, looking at him.
"He's gone," she said.
"I'm glad that it is."
"Is this going to be something that we shouldn't be looking forward to?" Will asked Beverly.
"Sorry for the mess," she said.
"Well I'm going to guess this isn't supposed to be part of the date."
"It's not a date," Jean-Luc told Geordi.
"I need to relieve Sally of the twins," Beverly said.
She left, leaving the three officers behind. Reports were part of a world that she had left behind. Finding out who had sent the Chlorfiend was part of her world and she was going to find out who had done it.