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Who: Beverly Crusher
Broadcast: No
Action: Blue Fish
When: May 10 (Mother's Day for anyone who celebrates it)

[Having had her fill of the casino scene for now, Beverly is back on board the Blue Fish, hard at work in their sickbay. She quickly discovered that she is unable to download the Starfleet database from her newly-obtained tricorder to the ship's computers, so she has been painstakingly typing up some of the more important information. Right now, she's going back over some of her own medical logs from the Enterprise, editing typos and adding comments where necessary. It's a slow process, but the more projects she has to work on, the better. Today is a day she'd rather not think too much about.

Unfortunately for her, Atroma is not going to allow that to happen.

Hi, Mom! says a bright, chipper voice. A voice she would recognize anywhere, the most important voice in the world to her.

She stands abruptly, knocking her chair over in the process. Where is his voice coming from? Did he... is he really here? A momentary surge of hope flows through her.]

Wesley?

[He continues to speak, Sorry I haven't written in a while. Things have been so crazy at the Academy lately. We got a new member of the Nova Squadron today, her name is Sito Jaxa and she's from Bajor! She's got a pretty cute nose...

Beverly gasps, feeling as if someone's just stabbed her in the heart and twisted the knife. This is only a recording, and an old one at that, before the incident with the Squadron, before Sito... scrambling around the room, she finds the tricorder where she left it sitting on a nearby table. A small hologram of Wesley is being projected above it as he talks. For a solid minute or two, she simply stares at the hologram, not really comprehending his words.

Anyway, I just wanted to wish you a happy Mother's Day! I miss you! His smile is so wide, so happy, and then the hologram shuts off. Beverly picks up the tricorder and scrolls through the messages. There they all are, every single letter he ever sent her while he was away, the videos she sent back of planets she had visited, holoimages of the two of them together on the Enterprise. She is absolutely certain these weren't here when she first got the tricorder out of the voucher machine. Selecting another letter at random, she hits play. There's no hologram this time, but he's excited: it was his first day of zero-g training. She picks up her fallen chair and drags it over to the table so she can sit and just listen.

Suddenly, it all gets to be too much and she begins to cry. Once she starts, she finds she can't stop, so she just lets it go and falls forward, elbows on the table and head in her hands, desperately hoping no one will see her like this.]

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[Look have you heard Patrick Stewart's voice? He could be reading off a cooking recipe and it'd come off as intimate-]

[Yeah okay bad example, lets be real Allen would probably find reading off food recipes hotter than erotica. BUT YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.]

[But he smiles just a little]

It's a little strange feeling at first, but...it does make you feel better when you're finished. [And then he half shrugs] Or you could always talk to Timcanpy- I do that too. He's a good listener. And I'd promise not to listen to anything he records with you!

[And yet this is the woman who makes that voice incoherently stumble over itself.]

Not too strange, really. Starfleet encourages personnel to keep personal logs in addition to their official ones. They just aren't directed to anyone in particular. I... haven't been able to make myself continue the practice here but maybe if I think of it as a letter instead... we'll see.

[She returns his smile with a half-one of her own.]

[Oh that's good, Starfleet having something like that already. He gives a nod and says reassuringly]

It's worth a try.

[At the very least...as a way to outlet her feelings since she seems like the private sort. Just how much pain has she been holding in for their sakes? It made him worry.]

It is.

[She absentmindedly toys with the tricorder for a moment before looking at Allen again.]

You don't need to look so worried. I'm going to be fine.

Ah-

I'm sorry, but it's part of my job to worry!

[It can't be your job because that's her job. Obviously.]

Well, in that case, I suppose I will allow it for today [because let's be honest, today was terrible], but only for today. Tomorrow I promise will be better.

Edited 2015-06-01 02:40 (UTC)

[He gives a little laugh]

Very well. If you insist, I'll work on being callous for tomorrow.

[She smiles and gently rests a hand on his cheek. Despite her tendencies to keep a lot of things to herself, she has no problem showing affection to those she cares about. And she very much cares about Allen.]

You're a good friend, Allen. Thank you, for everything today.