pops by for coffee & croissants.
FIRST MORNING BACK ON THE ENTERPRISE, after a grueling week of negotiations – picard awakens, groggy and sluggish, but thrilled to be back on the bridge at gamma shift’s conclusion. donning his starfleet uniform, four pips at the collar, with his captain’s jacket, he moves before the replicator and orders his simple breakfast.
then comes the chiming at his door.
now, a captain does not skip, does not bounce, even in his personal quarters. but picard does feel a pleasant rush at the thought of his morning visitor – “Come!” he calls and, upon seeing the familiar red hair and blue science coat, he flashes a rather bright smile. his good friend, beverly crusher – he cannot think of another person with whom he’d rather spend his morning before his visit to the bridge.
just the two of them, oh how he’s missed their talks and shared laughter over something as simple as COFFEE & CROISSANTS. she fills him in, unofficially of course, on everything he’s missed: as expected commander riker, his second in command, kept his ship in order. four new promotions, a small bout of some alien flu running through the school children (nothing out of her admirable control), and other such events.
but after being surrounded by hostile and impatient delegates, he finds her company undeniably refreshing. in fact, his thoughts briefly flash back to similar days of years ago, when beverly, jack, and walker would spend breakfast in one of their dorm rooms. now they’re the only two left, but their friends will never truly leave them.
he only hopes she finds times like this as enjoyable – in fact, if she felt otherwise, he knows she wouldn’t be here.
