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storypaint) wrote2014-10-26 07:52 pm
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[Star Trek: TNG] although Data offers to officiate, they marry in the vineyard (Crusher/Picard)
Title: although Data offers to officiate, they marry in the vineyard
Fandom: Star Trek: The Next Generation
Length: 375 words
Prompt: fic_promptly: Star Trek: TNG, Picard/Crusher, married
Pairing: Beverly Crusher/Jean-Luc Picard
Other: n/a
Excerpt: "What? Really?" Wesley leans in close to the screen as if checking the connection. She laughs. Her heart feels light. She's been floating ever since Jean-Luc asked her. She'd expected him to ask -- they'd had plenty of previous discussion of the matter -- but it is still astonishing to have the ring on her finger. (His grandmother's, once, rose-gold and simple. He says it sets off her hair.)
When Bevelry tells her son that Jean-Luc has proposed, he doesn't hesitate. A wide grin crosses his face. She can't help but feel a touch of relief.
"It's about time!" he says. "Have you picked a date yet? I'll have to talk to my captain about getting the time off." And after a moment, "Mom, I'm really happy for you."
It's times like these that Bevelry realizes how much her son has grown up. If this had happened ten years ago, he would have protested that his own achievements would be over-crowded by accusations of nepotism, and that it was just weird to marry the captain. Today he is genuinely glad for her. He's not thinking of himself, like teenage boys do. He's thinking of her.
She worried about how he would turn out without his father around. She doesn't worry about that anymore.
"We haven't picked a date yet," she says. "I just wanted you to be the first to know."
"Thank you," he says, almost formal. He tugs at the neck of his jumpsuit as if embarrassed. "I'll be there, Mom."
"You'd better," she says lightly. "I need someone to give me away."
"What? Really?" Wesley leans in close to the screen as if checking the connection. She laughs. Her heart feels light. She's been floating ever since Jean-Luc asked her. She'd expected him to ask -- they'd had plenty of previous discussion of the matter -- but it is still astonishing to have the ring on her finger. (His grandmother's, once, rose-gold and simple. He says it sets off her hair.)
"Really," she says firmly. Eventually the conversation moves on to other things, but when she hangs up, her mouth hurts a little from smiling.
The door chimes and she says, "Come in." It's Jean-Luc with a bottle of un-replicated wine and two glasses.
"How did he take it?" he asks gravely, but there is an amused look in his eyes. She kisses his cheek and takes one of the glasses.
"He's happy for us," she says. "He didn't talk about running away at all."
"That's a good sign," he says, uncorking the bottle, and they spend the evening quietly together, a last moment of peace before they tell the crew.
Fandom: Star Trek: The Next Generation
Length: 375 words
Prompt: fic_promptly: Star Trek: TNG, Picard/Crusher, married
Pairing: Beverly Crusher/Jean-Luc Picard
Other: n/a
Excerpt: "What? Really?" Wesley leans in close to the screen as if checking the connection. She laughs. Her heart feels light. She's been floating ever since Jean-Luc asked her. She'd expected him to ask -- they'd had plenty of previous discussion of the matter -- but it is still astonishing to have the ring on her finger. (His grandmother's, once, rose-gold and simple. He says it sets off her hair.)
When Bevelry tells her son that Jean-Luc has proposed, he doesn't hesitate. A wide grin crosses his face. She can't help but feel a touch of relief.
"It's about time!" he says. "Have you picked a date yet? I'll have to talk to my captain about getting the time off." And after a moment, "Mom, I'm really happy for you."
It's times like these that Bevelry realizes how much her son has grown up. If this had happened ten years ago, he would have protested that his own achievements would be over-crowded by accusations of nepotism, and that it was just weird to marry the captain. Today he is genuinely glad for her. He's not thinking of himself, like teenage boys do. He's thinking of her.
She worried about how he would turn out without his father around. She doesn't worry about that anymore.
"We haven't picked a date yet," she says. "I just wanted you to be the first to know."
"Thank you," he says, almost formal. He tugs at the neck of his jumpsuit as if embarrassed. "I'll be there, Mom."
"You'd better," she says lightly. "I need someone to give me away."
"What? Really?" Wesley leans in close to the screen as if checking the connection. She laughs. Her heart feels light. She's been floating ever since Jean-Luc asked her. She'd expected him to ask -- they'd had plenty of previous discussion of the matter -- but it is still astonishing to have the ring on her finger. (His grandmother's, once, rose-gold and simple. He says it sets off her hair.)
"Really," she says firmly. Eventually the conversation moves on to other things, but when she hangs up, her mouth hurts a little from smiling.
The door chimes and she says, "Come in." It's Jean-Luc with a bottle of un-replicated wine and two glasses.
"How did he take it?" he asks gravely, but there is an amused look in his eyes. She kisses his cheek and takes one of the glasses.
"He's happy for us," she says. "He didn't talk about running away at all."
"That's a good sign," he says, uncorking the bottle, and they spend the evening quietly together, a last moment of peace before they tell the crew.