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(Lucretia smiles despite herself, squeezing Beverly's shoulders gently.)

The pair of us, huh.

Edited 2017-12-20 03:09 (UTC)

(She hums in agreement before settling back into Lucretia's arms again. Clearly, she is in the mood for cuddling.)

A pair of sad old ladies.

(At least her sense of humor about things is making a reappearance.)

(It certainly feels like that sometimes. Lucretia shifts a little in place until she's comfortable, cheek against Beverly's hair.)

At least we can be sad and old together.

(She won't be alone so long as she has Beverly.)

(She hums in agreement. Together is definitely better than alone - which makes her think of a story.)

Did I ever tell you about the time I got trapped in a collapsing universe of my own making?

(.... Beverly why do you say these things so casually?)

(Lucretia laughs, startled out of her reverie. Gods, she's never felt so fond of Beverly.)

Uh, no, I don't believe you did.

Care to expound?

(She lets out an amused huff - it does seem out of nowhere, doesn't it? But there is a logic to her thought process and she tries to explain it.)

It has to do with Wesley too. And Jean-Luc. And well... everything we've been talking about.

Gotcha.

(She gets all comfortable again, settling in for the story.) Continue.

It started as a normal enough day - the only unusual thing was that an old friend of mine, my mentor from my first internship, someone I hadn't seen in years, was going to be on board for a few days. Naturally, I wanted to be the one to greet him when he arrived and get him settled in.

(She sighs sadly.)

He'd just lost his wife. Couldn't stand to stay on the starbase where they'd worked together for years, so he retired from Starfleet and was moving away.

(Oh, it's a sad story. Hearing of the loss of loved ones will never fail to ignite a pang of sympathy in Lucretia.)

I'm sorry to hear that. Had he come to say good bye to you?

(She shakes her head and seeks to reassure Lucretia.)

No, no we still stay in touch. He just needed a ride and the Enterprise was going that way so I asked Jean-Luc to let us pick him up.

Oh, good.

(She's not quite seeing the connection between this story and Beverly's situation, but there's probably a bit more to it, so after a beat, she's prompts:)

What happened next?

I walked him to his quarters, and he was talking about how tired he was, how getting old is so difficult because you only live to see more and more of the people you once knew pass away.

"I didn't take the time to appreciate them while I could." Those words stuck with me, even after I left him to get settled in. My first thought was that I ought to see what Wesley was up to.

(Lucretia nods, suddenly contemplative.)

That's really good advice.

(Of sorts. Clearly it hadn't meant to strike a tone with Beverly at the time, but Lucretia's glad that it did, as it appears to bring a bit of comfort to her.)

(Beverly hums her agreement. It's something that comes back to her often, here, especially with Lucretia.)

Dr. Quaice is a wise man. I owe a lot to him.

Have you been thinking of it in regards to your time spent here?

(To enjoy it while she can? That's certainly... forcing a silver lining around the situation.)

I have... just some days are easier than others.

(Today is clearly not one of those days.)

Of course.

(Lucretia gives her back a comforting rub.) I'm... glad, that you don't mind coming to me when you're having not so good ones.

Why wouldn't I?

(Besides anything else they might be to one another, it's undeniable that Lucretia is Beverly's best friend here.)

I don't know. Because I can't fix it?

(She's used to taking things out of other people's hands, taking that weight for them, finding a solution. But she can't do that in this instance. It's strange.)

Some things you can't fix and that's okay. We learn to live with them being broken.

Maybe.

(That's not a very satisfying answer.)

(No, it's not, but it's something she had to learn a long time ago and not just in her personal life. Every doctor has the patient they can't help, can't heal, can't fix. She rubs Lucretia's arm, seeking to reassure her.)</ small>

This isn't on you.

(Lucretia takes a steadying breath. In any case, this isn't the time to pull everything inwards, so she nods after a moment.)

I know.

(She can think more about it later. For now, she settles back against Beverly, and closes her eyes.)

(Curling into Lucretia, Beverly is silent for a minute as she gathers her thoughts together once more, to continue her story. It feels very important to get out, for some reason. She supposes it's because it explains so much about her, about her deep-seated fears about losing the people she loves and worse - forgetting them. Finally, with a soft sigh, she starts again.)

Wesley was down in Engineering, as he often is, working on an experiment. Something to improve the efficiency of the warp drive, if I remember correctly. While he was catching me up on what he was doing, there was a flash from the warp core - something had gone wrong, though it seemed relatively insignificant at the time. Nothing was out of the ordinary until the next morning, when I went to have breakfast with Dr. Quaice and... he wasn't there. No record of him ever having boarded the ship and no one but me seemed to remember him.

But he was only the first. One by one, my crewmates began to disappear.

(Lucretia rubs Beverly's back in absentminded circles with the flat of her palm as she starts to talk again. 'One by one, my crewmates began to disappear'. Her eyes open again immediately. She knows all too well what the loss of a crew feels like, and for it to happen like that...)

That's scary.

(Poor Beverly.) Was the warp core pulling them out of your plane? Did you fix it?

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