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Who: Beverly Crusher and you
Broadcast: Network - Video
Action: Blue Fish
When: September 1

[There's a strangely familiar cold that has settled in her bones, a dreadful chill that disorients her in the first few moments that she's awake. Her first thought is that something went wrong - very wrong - as they passed through the temporal distortion, but then... as she sits up and takes in her surroundings, the memories all come back in a flood. Atroma has brought Beverly back, a little older, a little blonder, and with a new Starfleet uniform.

Or maybe I never left, she thinks. This is not the Marsiva, these are her quarters aboard the Blue Fish, and none of her things look as if they've been moved. Though admittedly, her memories of Drift Fleet seem distant. By her reckoning, it's been three years since she's seen this room.

Not that "time" really means much, considering what's happened in the past few days.

The communicator rests where she left it on the bedside table. When she picks it up, she finds it's full of unread messages, crewmates and friends wondering where she is, each message sounding more alarmed than the last. With a sinking feeling in her stomach, she checks today's date: September first.]

Damn!

[Immediately, she sends a message to the network, via video:]

This is Dr. Crusher of the... SS Blue Fish. It seems our gracious captors sent me home for a while. I'm back now, and I'm safe, and I'm sorry to everyone who was trying to contact me this month. I'll be on the Blue Fish if you need me.

[There's a pause, as if she's about to say something else, but then she simply gives them a small smile, one that doesn't quite reach her eyes.]

Thank you.

[The feed cuts off and after a moment, she decides to head for the kitchen. Not that she's particularly hungry but - there's a good chance that's where she'll find at least a few of her crewmates.]

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[ Ever since Beverly went missing, he's been worried. Sure, he preferred to act cool and collected in front of most people, he reassured people again and again it'll be okay - but inside the worry had gnawed at him all month. He's had people go missing on him before. More often than not, they turned up dead. ]

[ So the moment he hears Beverly's voice on the network? Sees her face? He too doesn't bother to respond and race off to find her, feeling a rush of emotions. The kitchen is the first place he looks, because hey that's where the Blue Fish people go. The moment he sees her? He starts tearing up. She's really here. She remembers. Everything is actually okay.]

Beverly!

[Like Sokka, he runs over to hug her right away. ]

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[Oh no, no don't cry if he cries, she's - too late. She thought she was all cried out with Sokka but that is clearly not so. Still, she's smiling through the tears.]

Allen!

[Beverly barely has time to get his name out before his arms are around her. She pulls him in tight.]

I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.

[yeah sorry, you get Allen tears. He hugs her back tightly and sniffs.]

No, it's-

Are you alright? We looked everywhere for you!

It's been... an intense couple of days, but I promise, I'll be fine.

[He'll pull back a little to look at her, really look at her]

You look different...

I've been home for three years, in my timeline.

[She wipes at her eyes with the back of her hand and gives him a small half-smile.]

That and the hair.

Three years...

[That's a very long time to be sent home. The few times Allen ever was at Paradisa, it was only for a few months]

Ah, yeah! It looks nice! Did you dye it?

I did. A much better experiment than the time I tried to become a brunette, that's for sure. Don't know how long I'll keep it though.

[He pulls away so he can wipe as his eye, offering a little smile though]

Ah, yeah. Dying hair can be a pain to keep up. That's why I gave it up.

[She nods.]

Especially here, when resources aren't so steady. But it's nice to have a change every now and then.

[Is it weird they're talking about hair dye instead of... Everything that's happened? Maybe, but it's nice to talk about something mundane.]

Yeah, exactly.

[It is mundane, sure, but it's easier to focus on that first while he gets his emotions under control. ]

It's been...pretty quiet here. There's a new systems and they got these weird factions, but we've stayed out of trouble.

[She sighs.]

I wish I could say it was the same for me.

I can imagine...

[People who get sent for home for awhile? Yeah. They never go back to anything quiet and calm, Allen knows that much]

Well, welcome back. I'm really glad to see that you're back...we were really worried when you disappeared.

[For a moment, she rests her hand on his cheek. She can't help it - seeing him, seeing everyone here, is surreal, like a half-remembered dream. Touching him makes everything seem more solid.]

It's wonderful to see you again. [Then her brow furrows.] But I take it, then, that my disappearance was not like anyone else's?

[He smiles at the cheek touch, and slowly shakes his head so it doesn't hit her hand]

Not at all. Your name was still on our rosters and your stuff was still here, but we couldn't find you anywhere.

[Her frown deepens and her voice hardens, but her touch remains gentle, reassuring.]

Oh, that is a cruel thing to do to you.

[And why would they do it? Why this way, why her, why now?]

Did you at least find my letters?

Yeah. We were worried sick.

[But at the question, he looks confused.]

No...what letters?

I left letters in my desk for everyone. And there's something on the tricorder as well.

[Small sigh.]

My mistake - Daneel knew where they were but I just never got around to telling anyone else after he left.

Oh...I see.

[He rubs the back of his neck]

Sorry. Maybe they're easy to find, but I just didn't feel right digging through your stuff.

No, no, don't apologize - I wasn't anticipating a situation like this. I thought if I left, I left, that was it, so you might as well have the tricorder. But... it's different if I was still on the ship's roster.

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