From skbtf@mediaone.net Mon Oct 12 18:04:14 1998 Path: news2.ispnews.com!news9.ispnews.com!hub1.ispnews.com!nntp.abs.net!feed1.news.rcn.net!rcn!howland.erols.net!worldfeed.news.gte.net!newsfeed1.earthlink.net!nntp.earthlink.net!posted-from-earthlink!not-for-mail From: Reesa Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated Subject: REPOST: Dinner and Dancing (TNG C and Q) 1/2 Date: Tue, 13 Oct 1998 02:04:14 GMT Organization: Better Living Thru TrekSmut Lines: 246 Sender: ascem@earthlink.net (ASCEM) Approved: ascem@earthlink.net Message-ID: <3622b4f7.6697241@news.earthlink.net> Reply-To: Reesa NNTP-Posting-Host: pool047-max6.ds8-ca-us.dialup.earthlink.net X-Newsreader: Forte Free Agent 1.11/32.235 X-Posted-Path-Was: not-for-mail X-ELN-Date: Mon Oct 12 18:58:40 1998 Xref: news2.ispnews.com alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:11575 Date: Sun, 11 Oct 1998 21:56:59 -0400 From: Reesa Reply-To: skbtf@mediaone.net To: ASCEM Subject: REPOST: Dinner and Dancing (TNG C and Q) 1/2 Title: Dinner and Dancing Author: Reesa Series: TNG Part: NEW 1/2 Rating: [PG] Codes: C and Q Summary: After duty calls Picard away from a night out with Beverly, Q stops by to make her an intriguing offer. As we all know, Paramount owns the rights to Star Trek and anything and everything connected to it. Me, I've got this story and a plane ticket to San Francisco. And trust me Paramount, the only way you'll get it is from my cold, dead hand. And maybe not even then. Feel free to archive, but make sure my name stays on this. If you should want to share any comments or suggestions, please e-mail me at the above address. Okay, I know I haven't been doing much of anything with regards to TrekSmut recently. I just didn't realized how long it had been until Althea sent me a "Are you okay?" message. Then I realized just how long it had been since I even attempted to work on a story. Not only am I not writing, I haven't even been reading the newsgroup much recently. If you are wondering what kept me away, let's just say I meet someone nice who turned out to be someone not so nice. Need I say more? Anyway, I'm back now, and I've got the first part of a long story arc to prove it. This is actually the biggest writing project I have ever attempted to feedback is really key to keep my muse happy and me writing. For Althea, who's going to have to keep on waiting for that P/C I owe her. Sorry, Q won't let me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dinner and Dancing ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Beverly watched Jean-Luc cut across the dance floor and head to the door of the restaurant. He never looked back. Already she was forgotten in the rush to deal with a crisis between the Lajarns and the Lejerns. Of course, no one but Jean-Luc Picard could deal with the problem. Never mind that it probably could have waited until tomorrow. Never mind that Beverly had spent two hours getting ready for this "date" and looked spectacular. Never mind that is was the first time in almost three weeks that the two of them had a chance to be alone together. When duty calls, Captain Picard always responds. Sitting there, looking at their half eaten dinners, Beverly felt like a fool. Why did she keep doing this? Every time she tried to move forward in her relationship with Jean-Luc something came up and any progress she made withered away. A relationship can not grow if only one person is working at it. "It's time, Beverly," she thought, "It's time to give up on Jean-Luc. As long as there is even one person who needs him, Jean-Luc will put that person ahead of his own personal wants. Ahead of me." This resolution should have made her feel better except that she had made the same vow before. She somehow would never get around to telling Jean-Luc about her decision. Something always came up: a crisis in Sickbay, an intense mission that required his complete attention, or, hell, even casting her latest play. All of them excuses. She was never going to give up on him. Not until something pushed her to do so. Reaching for her wineglass, Beverly pushed these disturbing thoughts aside. She was not going to brood about things beyond her control. She would finish her meal and then return to the ship. Perhaps she would get started on that article for Starfleet Medical or start that new book Deanna had given her. Anything but think about Jean-Luc. Raising the glass to her lips, she became aware that she was not alone. Across the table from her, leaning on one elbow, dressed in his usual Star Fleet uniform, and idly tracing the rim of Jean-Luc's wineglass was Q. The shock of finding the omnipotent entity rendered her speechless. "What, Bev? Nothing to say?" The entity gave her his second-best insincere smile. No point in wasting his best on *her*. That statement alone was enough to bring her back to her senses. "What to you want, Q?" "Why, my dear doctor, do I need a reason to come see you? Couldn't I just have popped in to keep you company? So suspicious, Bev." He managed to compose his face into something that might be taken by some as disappointment. Some, but not Beverly. "No. Not you, Q. Whenever you show up, trouble follows. So. What. Do. You. Want." Each word was carefully enunciated. There was steel in her voice and fire in her eyes as she spoke. This she could handle. Here she knew what to do. "Funny, isn't it?" "What, Q?" "That you think you can deal with me." Ignoring her gasp of shock and the dropping of her jaw, Q continued. "You can't even deal with one mere mortal so how do you expect to deal with a being of incredible greatness, namely me?" "How dare you! How dare you read my mind!" Beverly was out of her chair and half way across the dance floor before she even realized that she had moved. Unfortunately, she forgot that walking away from a Q doesn't mean the end of discussion. Before she could even register surprise at the flash of light that appeared in front of her, Q's hand reached out and grabbed one wrist while the other wrapped itself around her waist. "You're right, Bev. It's definitely time for some dancing." Pulling her close against him, Q began to whirl Beverly around the floor. Trying to pull away from Q and not cause a scene, Beverly used her best command tone and ordered Q to release her. "Let me go now!" Unfortunately while Beverly was using her best on him, it had about as much effect as Q's second best anything had on her. Essentially, none. "Nonsense, Bev. We're just getting warmed up." Q sent them spinning around the floor so quickly that Beverly had to use all her years of dance training just to keep from being dragged along. Q throughout this, continued to make idle conversation, as is only good manners, with his dance partner. "To answer your accusation, I didn't have to read your mind. It was written all over your face. First the disappointment and then the resignation when that call came through, because you knew what would happen. You knew Jean-Luc would leave you. Then while you sat at the table and played with your meal, you tried to come to a decision about your relationship. From the various emotions that crossed your face, I'd have to say that you came to no resolution. However, once you laid eyes on my handsome self, you were able to pull yourself together." Beverly was of two minds. On the one hand she was relieved that Q hadn't been into her head. On the other hand, she was mortified that she was so easy to read. "Don't worry, Bev." Q said almost soothingly. "Most beings don't have the millennia of practice that I do observing your little race. After all, it's my job to judge humanity and observe the actions of her champion, Captain Jean-Luc Picard. All most people see is a woman sitting alone finishing her wine after being abandoned by her date." By the time he had finished speaking, Q's tone had gone from soothing to sarcastic, and Beverly's feelings had gone from embarrassed to angry. "Since your *job* it to observe Jean-Luc, why are you here with me? After all, as you pointed out, he left." The flash of anger had brought color to her cheeks and a flash to her eyes. If Q had been a lesser man, or even a man at all, he probably would have quailed under that gaze. Instead he just gave her his second-best I'm here to help smile and said, "Why, my good doctor, I'm here to help you with your relationship with Jean-Luc. To play cupid if you will." If she could have gotten a sound out of her suddenly tight throat, it probably would have been a scream. END PART ONE -- Something to ponder... Why is there no male equivalent to the word slut? __________________________________________________________________________ Interested in the ASCEM(L) Round Robin? There's still time! Write to ereshkgl@cyberg8t.com and ask to be put on the list!! Posting to ASCEM is easy--just send your messages to ascem@earthlink.net To subscribe or unsubscribe to the mirror list--and for all other list-related inquiries, write to asceml@aol.com