Somewhere in the 23rd century.Space the final frontier: “Captains Log star-date 424.6 The Enterprise is currently en route to Starbase 12 for some much needed routine maintenance after escorting the Romulan freighter “Ptankar” and its cargo to the eighth moon of the planet G547-T. Once we reach our destination all personnel and their families will be allowed seven solar days shore leave. Core crew will stay on board to check ship systems and undertake any running repairs as per requirements for our next assignment. Picard out.”
1: A figment of the imagination.
Captain Jean Luc Picard took a deep breath and drew himself up straight as he expanded his lungs feeling the satisfying flexing of his rib-cage. At that precise moment in time he was in the Medical Bay sitting on one of Doctor Crushers medi-vac recliners. He had removed his Starfleet uniform and was dressed in casual black trousers and white shirt as he watched the ships Doctor run her portable medical scanner over his chest. He raised an eye-brow. “If you dont hurry up I shall turn as blue as a Kaylek.” he muttered as she smiled when her instrument finally beeped that it was done. “Well Doctor.” he asked. “Am I as fit as the fiddle I told you I was?”
Doctor Beverley Crusher, a 40 something shapely brunette with a thorough bedside manner looked up at her superior officer. Picard was staring at her in that slightly authoritative way he had but a look that was tinged with mild amusement too. She kept him dancing a moment longer as she slipped the scanner back into its case. “Im happy to say your fiddle is in fine working order Captain.” she nodded with satisfaction.
Picard blew out his cheeks and was already getting to his feet. “Good, then Ill return to the bridge.”
Beverley laid a hand on his chest. “But, thats not to say a little r and r wouldnt do you good either Jean Luc. In fact, being chief medical officer on this ship I could order you to take a break.” she smiled as she saw him frown as he reached for his jacket.
As he shrugged himself into it he turned to her. “Ah, now Beverley, you know I would like nothing more than to head down planet side with the rest of the crew and relax but I need to be here to ahh keep an eye on things.” he paused and stood with his hands on his hips. “Besides, forget about me. Why are you still on board?”
He tried to look stern but gave up and started to laugh as Dr Crusher tried to think of a suitable reply but gave up and swatted him on the arm as she turned to check the bio scan results that blinked and throbbed on an overhead zero x-display. He heard her laugh. “Hey stop that, in here I give the orders remember.”
Picard held his hands up as his eyes suddenly fell onto his Doctors rather attractive rear that was enticingly outlined in all its voluptuous glory through her blue medic smock. It was definitely his favourite feature of her. Not that she knew about his admiration of said region of course to begin with. Ship gossip gossip which inevitably reached to the top was that the glamorous Doctor was seeing no one in particular. Maybe that stuffy Ambassador whatshisname had found her too hard and hot to handle. That was no real surprise he thought. He knew she was a fiercely independent and determined woman. But that posed an interesting question and possible proposition for him now that he was also currently available too. What was that 20th century saying again? Faint heart never won fair maid. No doubt that included what lay beneath her smock. He stood fastening his top button when he suddenly broke into a wide smile. “Actually Beverley.” he grinned. “Ive just had a rather inspired idea for both of us.”
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