HOW LITTLE WE KNOW
A "Star Trek: The Next Generation" Fan-Fiction Story - by Vicky
AUTHOR'S NOTE: "How Little We Know" is a follow-up to my previous stories, "Misconceptions" and "Work In Progress."
TIMELINE: "How Little We Know" takes
places approximately three years after Nemesis and five years after "Work
In Progress."
PART I
INT. RIKERS' QUARTERS – Early Morning
WILL RIKER and DEANNA TROI lie in bed sound asleep. Deanna's head is nestled against Riker's left shoulder, her hand resting on his chest and his arm encircling her upper body. They are awakened when their pajama-clad two-and-a-half-year-old son (DREW RIKER) jumps onto the bed between them. Drew eagerly pokes at his parents to wake them although they seem totally indifferent to the whole situation.
WILL RIKER
(Groaning.)
He's awake.
DEANNA TROI
(Not opening her eyes.)
Very astute observation, Captain.
Riker glances at the chronometer next to the bed. The display reads 0217 and the alarm isn't set to go off until 0600.
WILL RIKER
Drew, it's way too early for Mommy and Daddy to get up. Please
go back to your room.
DREW RIKER
(Straddling Riker's waist.)
Not tired.
WILL RIKER
(Turning his head towards Deanna.)
Dea ...
DEANNA TROI
(Eyes still closed.)
He's your son.
WILL RIKER
Yours too.
DEANNA TROI
(Patting Riker's chest.)
But he takes after his father.
Drew tugs at Riker's free hand trying to coax him out of bed. Giving in to his wife and son, Riker carefully slides his body out from under Deanna's and sits up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Deanna readjusts her position and releases a contented sigh.
WILL RIKER
(Picking up Drew and standing.)
C'mon Drew. Let's let Mommy sleep a little bit longer.
Riker walks around the bed and leans down to give Deanna a kiss on the cheek.
WILL RIKER
(Whispering in Deanna's ear.)
You owe me one.
DEANNA TROI
(Quietly.)
Whatever, Will.
DREW RIKER
(Pointing at Deanna.)
Me too, Daddy.
Drew squirms slightly in Riker's arms. Riker lowers the boy so he can kiss Deanna as well. Deanna opens her eyes, turns her head towards Drew and kisses him on the lips.
DEANNA TROI
(Touching Drew's nose.)
I love you, Andrew John.
DREW RIKER
Love you, Mommy.
Riker finally starts walking toward the bedroom door with Drew casually slung over his shoulder. Deanna giggles at the site and gives Drew a small wave that he returns.
WILL RIKER
(To Drew.)
How 'bout I read you a story?
DREW RIKER
(Bright eyes.)
Yeah!
WILL RIKER
Sounds good, huh?
Riker pulls Drew over his
shoulder and playfully tickles his son's stomach causing the little boy to erupt
in laughter as the pair exits the bedroom. Riker closes the door behind
them, leaving Deanna alone in the room with a happy smile on her face.
INT. RIKER'S QUARTERS – Four Hours Later
WILL RIKER sits on the living area couch dozing. DREW RIKER, sucking his thumb, is asleep with his head resting in his dad's lap. Riker has one hand on Drew's shoulder, the other holding an old-fashioned storybook. DEANNA TROI walks into the room and runs a hand through her hair before tying her robe shut.
DEANNA TROI
(Waking up Riker.)
Will, go take a shower. I'll get Drew up and going.
WILL RIKER
(Rubbing his hands over his face.)
Okay.
Riker leaves the main room, heading for the bathroom. Deanna kneels in front of Drew and gently shakes his shoulder to wake him. Drew sits up and unconsciously mimics Riker by rubbing his hands over his face. The similarity of the action causes Deanna to laugh.
DEANNA TROI
(Tousling Drew's curly hair.)
What do you want for breakfast, sweetie?
DREW RIKER
Cheesy eggs. Grape juice.
DEANNA TROI
(Tilting her head towards Drew's bedroom.)
Start getting dressed and I'll be there in a minute to help.
Drew hops down from the couch and slowly pads off to his room. Deanna walks to the bathroom and pokes her head inside. Both Deanna and Riker talk over the sound of the shower.
DEANNA TROI
Do you want anything special for breakfast?
WILL RIKER
Whatever Drew's having is fine.
DEANNA TROI
You're lucky he asked for something normal today.
WILL RIKER
(Laughing.)
What can I say? I like to live dangerously.
Deanna exits the bathroom.
She pauses on her way to Drew's bedroom, putting one hand on her forehead and
the other on her waist. Letting out a small groan, Deanna shakes off the
discomfort and continues on her way.
PART II
EXT. SPACE
The Titan is in orbit around a medium-sized planet that is bluish-purple in color.
WILL RIKER (V.O.)
Captain's Log – Stardate 59216.3. Once the away team is aboard, the Titan
will be heading to Earth for some minor refits and modifications. I, for
one, am looking forward to a few days off since our mission schedule has been
so hectic as of late.
* * * * * * * * * *
INT. BRIDGE – Same Day
WILL RIKER enters the bridge via a turbolift and walks to his chair. LT. CMDR. V'DYK stands at the tactical station while ENSIGN ROBSON mans the helm.
WILL RIKER
(To V'Dyk.)
Report.
LT. CMDR. V'DYK
Commander Enrite and her team have just returned, sir. We're ready to
break orbit.
WILL RIKER
(Nodding.)
Excellent.
(To Robson.)
Ensign, lay in a course for Earth. Warp eight.
ENSIGN ROBSON
Aye, sir.
Robson's fingers move across the helm computer as he inputs the required coordinates. First officer MAGGIE ENRITE exits a turbolift with DEANNA TROI. The women are laughing and carrying on a conversation as they make their way to the command area.
MAGGIE ENRITE
... can't be serious?
DEANNA TROI
Oh, but I am.
MAGGIE ENRITE
That's too much.
WILL RIKER
(Standing.)
Good morning, ladies.
MAGGIE ENRITE
(Nodding.)
Captain.
The three officers take their respective seats.
WILL RIKER
(To Maggie.)
The final details of the Pironian delegates return went well?
MAGGIE ENRITE
Yes, sir. They once again expressed their thanks for our assistance and
extended an open invitation for us to visit Piron whenever we're in the sector.
ENSIGN ROBSON
(Turning to Riker.)
Course set, sir.
WILL RIKER
Engage.
As the ship jumps into warp, Riker rises and begins walking to his ready room.
WILL RIKER
You have the bridge, Commander.
Maggie nods in acceptance
and moves to the center seat. She and Deanna engage in conversation again.
INT. RIKER'S READY ROOM – Continuous
The ready room door slides shut as WILL RIKER sits behind his desk and turns on his personal viewer. Displayed on the bulkhead behind him are several framed pictures colored by Drew.
WILL RIKER
Computer, connect me to Doctor Beverly Crusher as Starfleet Medical.
COMPUTER
Establishing link.
The Federation logo appears on the viewer as the computer beeps while making the connection. After a few seconds BEVERLY CRUSHER's image fills the screen. She is obviously preoccupied, digging through a stack of data PADDs on her cluttered desk.
BEVERLY CRUSHER
(Finding the PADD she was searching for.)
Hi, Will. I hope you don't mine this being a working call. I've
got a new batch of interns starting today and I'm up to my eyeballs in extra
work because of them.
(Brushing a piece of hair from her face.)
Remind me again why I left the Enterprise ...
Both officers smile at the comment knowing that no matter how much Beverly may complain she loves her position as head of Medical.
WILL RIKER
I promise not to keep you long, Bev. I wanted to let you know that we're
still on schedule and should be arriving planetside late tomorrow.
BEVERLY CRUSHER
Good.
(Studying the PADD.)
I've already arranged for a sitter for Drew and made reservations at the Blue
Note so that we can wind down a bit.
WILL RIKER
(Wide grin.)
You picked the best jazz club in San Francisco!
BEVERLY CRUSHER
(Smiling.)
I figured you'd approve.
(Holding up a finger.)
Excuse me for a second.
WILL RIKER
Of course.
Beverly disappears from view allowing Riker the opportunity to better see the wall behind her desk. Among the displayed objects is a holopicture of the Enterprise senior staff taken at his wedding to Deanna. A bittersweet smile crosses Riker's face as he remembers the happy occasion, which also served as the last time all of them were together.
BEVERLY CRUSHER
(Returning to her desk.)
Will?
Beverly breaks Riker from his reverie.
WILL RIKER
Sorry.
(Tilting his head.)
The wedding picture on your wall caught me eye.
BEVERLY CRUSHER
(Glancing over her shoulder.)
Yeah, that was a pretty special day.
WILL RIKER
It was.
Beverly notices the chronometer on her desk and starts gathering the various PADDs scattered on her desk.
BEVERLY CRUSHER
All right, I need to get to a meeting if I want my interns to actually start
working today.
(Smiling.)
Tell Deanna I can't wait to see her and give Drew a big hug for me.
WILL RIKER
Will do.
(Pauses.)
See you tomorrow night, Beverly.
Riker turns the viewer off and reaches for a PADD of his own to begin reviewing.
PART III
INT. TROI'S OFFICE – Same Afternoon
DEANNA TROI shifts her position and crosses her legs, keeping a watchful eye on the 30-something security officer (LT. NORWOOD) sitting in the chair opposite her. Norwood places his elbows on his knees and interlaces his fingers.
LT. NORWOOD
She's driving me absolutely crazy, Counselor! I don't know if I
can survive another three months of this.
Deanna attempts to suppress the smile she feels tugging at the corners of her mouth.
LT. NORWOOD
The mood swings alone are bad enough.
(Looking at Deanna.)
When I return to our quarters after my duty shift I don't know if I'll be greeted
with a kiss or a slap across the face.
DEANNA TROI
Think of how Kass is feeling. Her body is experiencing a huge number of
physical and emotional changes in a relatively short amount of time.
(Knowing smile.)
Believe me, I've been there. Husbands only have to deal with a handful
of external aspects of the pregnancy.
LT. NORWOOD
(Sighing.)
It's not easy.
DEANNA TROI
(Placing a hand on top of Norwood's.)
But, like every other male in your position, you're learning to adjust and adapt.
(Light laughter.)
Captain Riker felt the same way you do when I was pregnant with our son Andrew.
LT. NORWOOD
(Eyes widening.)
Really?
DEANNA TROI
Really.
(Smirking.)
Don't let him know I told you, though.
(Lowering her voice.)
I'll let you in on a little secret, Ty – I may seem like a fairly calm and laid-back
person but I can have my moments when I'm pregnant. Maybe some are even
worse than Kass'. Betazoids are usually pretty mellow during pregnancy
but my human half made itself known. I'm positive it's not something the
captain's especially excited about experiencing again but it comes with the
territory.
LT. NORWOOD
The good outweighs the bad?
DEANNA TROI
Without a doubt!
(Wistful expression.)
Hearing Drew's first cries and holding him in my arms for the very first time,
knowing he's the best part of both Will and I ... There's something truly
magical about that moment. Nothing will ever top it. Ever.
Norwood sits up straight and smiles.
LT. NORWOOD
That is something I'm definitely looking forward to.
DEANNA TROI
(Off-handedly.)
Of course it's all downhill after that moment – no sleep, a constantly crying
baby, feedings at oh-three-hundred, more dirty diapers than you can count –
but at least everything starts are promising and magical.
Both officers laugh at Deanna's comment, knowing the truth and honesty behind it.
LT. NORWOOD
(Tilting his head.)
Thanks for listening, Counselor.
DEANNA TROI
Anytime. You know I'm always here if you need to talk.
Deanna and Norwood rise from their seats and walk towards the office door.
DEANNA TROI
(Placing a hand on Norwood's arm.)
Be understanding of Kass' ever-changing situation, Ty. Just take the mood
swings and cravings and complaints in stride.
(Winking.)
It's more than worth it.
Norwood gives Deanna a parting nod before exiting the office. Deanna crosses to the replicator and retrieves a mug of hot chocolate.
DEANNA TROI
(Walking to her desk.)
Computer, list all unread personal messages.
COMPUTER
Unread messages from Beverly Crusher and Elyse Gaireth. Two unread messages
from Lwaxana Troi.
Deanna rolls her eyes at the mention of two communiqués from her mother. Sitting at her desk, Deanna takes a sip of her drink and begins to scroll through the other messages on her personal viewer, the thought of her mother's messages in the back of her mind.
DEANNA TROI
(Knitting her brows.)
She couldn't sense it already, could she?
INT. ENGINEERING – Same Afternoon
WESLEY CRUSHER stands at the central console discussing some diagnostic findings with another OFFICER. MAGGIE ENRITE enters engineering and waits on the opposite side of the console for the men to finish their conversation.
WESLEY CRUSHER
(To the officer.)
See if you can lower the feedback loop within normal parameters. If you
can't, or if the adjustments aren't stable, let me know and I'll add it to the
list of stuff to check out while we're docked.
OFFICER
(Nodding.)
I'm on it, Lieutenant.
The officer leaves to make the repairs. Maggie walks around the console and stands next to Crusher.
MAGGIE ENRITE
Speaking of repairs, is Commander Zerek around?
WESLEY CRUSHER
He's in the main shuttlebay making final arrangements for crew departures.
MAGGIE ENRITE
(Slight frown.)
Maybe you can help me then.
(Pauses.)
Captain Riker wants a copy of the repair request reports to send ahead so the
shipyard can make the necessary preparations.
WESLEY CRUSHER
Sure thing, Commander.
Crusher makes a few keystrokes on the console panel. The diagnostic results are replaced by the repair request report.
WESLEY CRUSHER
Did you want me to transfer the information to a PADD or should I just forward
it to the captain?
MAGGIE ENRITE
You can go ahead and forward it. Make sure he has it within the hour though.
WESLEY CRUSHER
(Making more keystrokes.)
Sent.
MAGGIE ENRITE
(Changing the subject.)
So what do you plan on doing with your free time while the Titan's docked?
WESLEY CRUSHER
Actually, I was going to find out about assisting with the repairs.
Maggie shakes her head in amusement and lightly hits Crusher's shoulder.
MAGGIE ENRITE
Do you even know how to relax, Lieutenant? I'm beginning to think
you don't.
WESLEY CRUSHER
(Shrugging his shoulders.)
Sure I do. But the inner workings of a starship have always fascinated
me and I'm curious to learn more whenever I have the opportunity. You
have your fun one way, I have mine another.
MAGGIE ENRITE
Even the most dedicated officer needs a day to relax and do nothing remotely
productive.
(Pauses.)
Besides, doesn't your mom work at Medical? This is the perfect opportunity
for a visit.
Crusher folds his arms across his chest and leans against the central console.
WESLEY CRUSHER
I am visiting her.
(Smiling.)
Do you think any self-respecting mother would not allow her child to
visit when he's in such close proximity?
Both officers laugh.
WESLEY CRUSHER
We're going to the Blue Note tomorrow night with Captain Riker and Counselor
Troi. You're more than welcome to join us.
MAGGIE ENRITE
Thanks for the offer, Wes, but I've got plans already.
WILL RIKER's voice breaks in over the intercom.
WILL RIKER (COMM)
Riker to Enrite.
MAGGIE ENRITE
(Tapping her communicator badge.)
Go ahead Captain.
WILL RIKER (COMM)
Maggie, I need those repair reports as soon as possible.
MAGGIE ENRITE
Sorry, sir.
(Glancing at Crusher.)
I got caught up discussing the engineering report with Lieutenant Crusher.
WILL RIKER (COMM)
(Light tone of voice.)
No problem – I'm simply passing along a friendly reminder.
MAGGIE ENRITE
(Smiling.)
Reminder acknowledged. I'll have the remaining reports collected shortly.
(Pauses.)
Enrite out.
Maggie taps her badge again, ending the transmission.
MAGGIE ENRITE
(Starting to back away.)
I guess that's my cue to return to work.
WESLEY CRUSHER
Yeah, I have some things to finish too.
Maggie starts to leave engineering while Crusher moves to a bulkhead computer panel.
MAGGIE ENRITE
(Calling over her shoulder.)
Don't work too hard, Mister Crusher.
Crusher smiles and shakes
his head before scrolling through the computer read-outs.
PART IV
INT. RIKERS' QUARTERS – Later That Evening
DREW RIKER sits in DEANNA TROI's lap with his head resting against her shoulder. Deanna reads to Drew while gently stroking his hair. The little boy releases a huge yawn and fights to keep his eyes open.
DEANNA TROI
"Day after day the spider waited, head-down, for an idea to come to her.
Hour by hour she sat motionless, deep in thought. Having promised Wilbur
that she would save his life ..."
(Turning the page with one hand.)
"... she was determined to keep her promise. Charlotte was naturally
patient. She knew from experience that if she waited long enough, a fly
would come to her web ..."
Deanna pauses to look down at Drew, who is sound asleep.
DEANNA TROI
(Gradually lowering her voice.)
"... and she felt sure that if she thought long enough about Wilbur's problem,
an idea would come to her mind."
Deanna sets the book, face down and open, on the couch beside her and stands, adjusting Drew's sleeping form on her hip.
DEANNA TROI
(Kissing the top of Drew's head.)
Precious sleeping boy.
Deanna carries Drew to his room and lies him down in bed, pulling the covers up around his shoulders.
DEANNA TROI
(Brushing Drew's hair from his forehead.)
Sweet dreams, Drew.
Deanna kisses Drew's forehead before returning to the main room. She picks up the storybook from its location on the couch and puts it on a shelf. WILL RIKER enters the cabin as Deanna bends over to grab one of Drew's toys from the floor.
WILL RIKER
(Playfully.)
Now there's a nice site to see when I get home.
DEANNA TROI
(Standing and turning towards Riker.)
What? Me cleaning?
WILL RIKER
(Mischievous smile.)
You bending over.
(Wiggling his eyebrows.)
Great view.
Deanna, blushing slightly, tosses the toy at Riker. He catches it with a small chuckle.
DEANNA TROI
(Dryly.)
My how you flatter me, Mister Riker.
Riker moves in front of Deanna, wrapping his arms around her waist. He leans down and places a tender kiss on her lips.
WILL RIKER
I only speak the truth.
A smile crosses Deanna's face before the couple shares a more passionate kiss. They continue kissing for several minutes. While doing so, Riker begins directing Deanna towards the bedroom. When they reach the archway, Deanna pulls back from Riker.
DEANNA TROI
(Looking up at Riker.)
Not tonight, Will. I've had a really busy day and I'm completely exhausted.
WILL RIKER
(Kissing Deanna's neck.)
All the more reason to do something ... fun and relaxing.
Deanna tactfully sidesteps Riker's advances.
DEANNA TROI
I know, Will, but I want to do some packing tonight too.
(Pauses.)
I promise to make it up to you. I do.
Deanna leaves Riker in the archway and goes to the closet, where she retrieve two Starfleet duffel bags. Riker gives her a concerned look.
WILL RIKER
Imzadi ...
(Taking a step toward Deanna.)
Are you okay, Dea? You've been "completely exhausted" every
night this week. Is it something I did?
DEANNA TROI
(Reassuring smile.)
I'm perfectly fine and there's nothing you've done either.
WILL RIKER
Maybe you should go to sickbay.
(Placing his hands on her shoulders.)
I want to make sure you're feeling your best. Drew and I can't survive
very well without you.
Deanna sighs and puts a hand on Riker's cheek.
DEANNA TROI
This short vacation will do wonders for all of us. Besides, I have a feeling
I already know what Doctor Ballor's scans would show ... and it's nothing that
won't pass with some time.
WILL RIKER
Will you at least let Beverly check things out? For me?
DEANNA TROI
(Tilting her head.)
Fine.
WILL RIKER
Good.
(Smiling.)
Well, I guess I'm going to take a freezing cold shower before turning in for
the night.
(Looking towards Drew's room.)
Right after I check on Drew, that is.
Riker kisses Deanna's forehead and runs his hands over her upper arms.
WILL RIKER
Don't stay up too late, Deanna. I'm worried about you.
Deanna gives Riker another kiss before he walks to Drew's room and she starts packing.
DEANNA TROI
(Whispering.)
Life is only going to get better for us Imzadi.
* * * * * * * * * *
EXT. SPACE
The Titan is in spacedock above Earth.
WILL RIKER (V.O.)
Captain's Log – Supplemental. The Titan has successfully docked,
awaiting the Utopia Planetia engineers to begin their work. A majority
of the crew has already departed for their shoreleave destinations while the
remaining officers prepare to leave within the next few hours.
* * * * * * * * * *
INT. RIKERS' QUARTERS – Following Afternoon
DREW RIKER darts from his bedroom half-dressed. DEANNA TROI emerges behind him and leans against the archway, Drew's shirt in her hand.
DEANNA TROI
(Frustrated.)
Drew! Please get back here. Mommy is not going to chase you.
Drew returns to Deanna only to escape again as she reaches for his arm.
DEANNA TROI
(Hands on hips.)
Andrew John Riker! Now is not the time to test my patience.
The door chime rings. Deanna drops her head and sighs.
DEANNA TROI
Now what?
(Calling out with a slightly sarcastic tone.)
Come on in.
Deanna hears a muffled voice talking to Drew. She walks toward the main room and is greeted by WESLEY CRUSHER, who is dangling Drew upside down by his ankles.
WESLEY CRUSHER
(Smiling.)
Looks like you could use some help.
DEANNA TROI
There are times I think you're partially empathic.
Crusher turns Drew right-side up and holds the little boy while Deanna finishes dressing him.
WESLEY CRUSHER
Nah. I just happened to inherit my mom's knack for recognizing when people
are in need.
(Passing Drew to Deanna.)
Your husband sent me to help with your luggage.
DEANNA TROI
(Pointing behind Crusher.)
It's there by the door.
Drew starts squirming in Deanna's arms so she sets him down, keeping a hand on his shoulder.
DEANNA TROI
(To Drew.)
Don't go very far, kiddo.
(To Crusher.)
You were never this much trouble for you mom, were you Wes?
WESLEY CRUSHER
(Expression of complete innocence.)
Of course not.
(Picking up the luggage.)
I was way more trouble than Drew.
Crusher and Deanna laugh while Drew settles down on the floor with some of his toys. WILL RIKER's voice breaks in over the intercom.
WILL RIKER (COMM)
Riker to Troi.
DEANNA TROI
(Tapping her communicator badge.)
What is it Will?
WILL RIKER (COMM)
It looks like we're all set here. I'll meet you guys in the transporter
room shortly.
DEANNA TROI
(Glancing at Drew.)
You will if your son cooperates.
WILL RIKER (COMM)
(Laughing.)
Why do you think I sent Wes?
DEANNA TROI
(Running a hand through her hair.)
We'll see you in a few minutes ... hopefully.
Deanna taps her badge to
end the conversation as she walks over to Drew and picks him up. The trio
exits the cabin.
INT. HALLWAY – Continuous
DEANNA TROI carries DREW RIKER while WESLEY CRUSHER carries the pair of duffel bags.
DREW RIKER
(Wiggling.)
Put me down, Mommy.
DEANNA TROI
(Looking at Drew and shaking her head.)
No way. The last thing I need is you sprinting down the hallway.
WESLEY CRUSHER
(To Drew.)
Want me to carry you, buddy?
DREW RIKER
Yeah!
Crusher stops walking and turns his back to Deanna and Drew.
WESLEY CRUSHER
(To Deanna.)
Stick him on.
Deanna stands next to Crusher while Drew wraps his arms and legs around Crusher's neck and waist.
DEANNA TROI
(To Crusher.)
At least let me take one of the bags.
WESLEY CRUSHER
Fair enough.
Crusher hands Deanna one of the duffel bags, which she slings over her shoulder as they begin walking again. A few moments of silence pass.
WESLEY CRUSHER
(Glancing at Deanna.)
Deanna, what do you think about Maggie?
DEANNA TROI
(Coyly.)
What do you mean "what do I think about Maggie?" ... Assuming you're
referring to Maggie Enrite, Maggie.
WESLEY CRUSHER
(Rolling his eyes.)
I mean exactly what I asked, Counselor. There's no deeper meaning
to read into.
DEANNA TROI
(Small smirk.)
Uh-huh ...
The trio enters a turbolift
at the end of the hallway.
INT. TURBOLIFT – Continuous
The TRIO turns to face the closing turbolift door.
WESLEY CRUSHER
Transporter room one.
(To Deanna.)
And yes, I'm referring to Maggie Enrite.
The turbolift begins moving.
DEANNA TROI
(Readjusting the bag on her shoulder.)
I think Maggie's a wonderful lady ... and I also think she's very pretty.
Deanna gives Crusher a sideways glance and notices him blushing slightly.
DREW RIKER
(Enthusiastically.)
I like Maggie!
Drew's comment causes Deanna to release a small laugh and Crusher to display a nervous smile.
WESLEY CRUSHER
(Boosting Drew on his back.)
I like her too, buddy.
DEANNA TROI
(Facing Crusher.)
You are aware that anything you mention to me regarding this matter may
– I repeat, may – end up being retold to your mother.
(Quickly adding.)
But only if she asks point blank. I'm not the type of person to freely
divulge such information. It's just that Beverly and I have a tendency
to ... ramble on about a wide variety of topics during our get-togethers.
WESLEY CRUSHER
(Knowing smile.)
Yeah, that's something I've learned over the years.
The turbolift comes to
a halt and the door slides open.
INT. HALLWAY – Continuous
DEANNA TROI leads WESLEY CRUSHER and DREW RIKER into the hallway and around a corner.
DEANNA TROI
Are you looking for my approval or something Wes?
WESLEY CRUSHER
(Thinking a moment.)
Maybe not your "approval" so much as your opinion.
The trio reaches the door to transporter room one and pauses outside it.
DEANNA TROI
Now's probably not the best time to get involved in this discussion but we can
definitely talk about it later.
WESLEY CRUSHER
(Smiling.)
Thanks Deanna.
DEANNA TROI
(Stepping toward the door.)
I'll try my best to keep my big mouth shut around your mom but I'm not making
any definitive promises.
WESLEY CRUSHER
(Following Deanna into the transporter room.)
I'll be sure to use utmost discretion.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Deanna is reading to Drew from E.B. White's classic children's story Charlotte's Web.
PART V
INT. STARFLEET MEDICAL – Later That Afternoon
WILL RIKER and DEANNA TROI walk through the lobby of Starfleet Medical hand-in-hand. DREW RIKER walks several paces in front of the couple.
WILL RIKER
(To Deanna.)
And you're going to do what for me?
DEANNA TROI
(Repeating her answer for the umpteenth time.)
I'm going to have Beverly run a complete medical scan ...
(Adding with a smile.)
... because my husband is over-protective.
Riker looks at Deanna with a gentle glare.
WILL RIKER
Can you blame me?
DEANNA TROI
(Sighing.)
No, I suppose I can't.
Drew nears the turbolift at the rear of the lobby.
WILL RIKER
(Calling ahead.)
Wait for us Drew.
Drew stops and turns to face his parents, patiently waiting for them to catch up to him.
DEANNA TROI
(Arching an eyebrow.)
Why does he mind you so much better than he minds me?
Riker gives Deanna a half-smile
and shrugs his shoulders.
INT. CRUSHER'S OFFICE – Continuous
BEVERLY CRUSHER sits at her desk filling out various forms when the door chime rings.
BEVERLY CRUSHER
(Continuing her work.)
Enter.
DEANNA TROI enters the office followed by DREW RIKER and WILL RIKER. Beverly gives the trio a double-take before jumping to her feet and moving around her desk.
BEVERLY CRUSHER
(Hugging Deanna.)
You're early!
DEANNA TROI
(Smiling.)
Surprise!
Beverly approaches Riker and kisses his cheek. Drew tilts his head back to watch the actions of the adults above him. Beverly gives Drew a quick glance before stepping back and looking around the room.
BEVERLY CRUSHER
(Mock seriousness.)
Did you forget to bring Drew?
DREW RIKER
(Opening his arms wide.)
I'm here, Aunt Bev'ly.
Beverly looks at Drew and puts her hands on her hips. Deanna and Riker smirk at the exchange.
BEVERLY CRUSHER
(Feigning disbelief.)
No! You're too big to be the Andrew Riker I know.
DREW RIKER
(Looking up at Beverly.)
There's only me.
Beverly picks Drew up and smiles at him.
BEVERLY CRUSHER
The last time I saw you you could barely walk on your own.
WILL RIKER
(Tugging on Drew's leg.)
I swear he's growing at warp nine.
BEVERLY CRUSHER
I bet.
(Pauses.)
I remember when Wesley was this age. There were times I barely recognized
him from day to day.
(Switching Drew to her other hip.)
Speaking of Wesley, I thought he was coming with you.
DEANNA TROI
He was. I mean, he did. He wanted to see about helping with the
Titan's repairs though.
BEVERLY CRUSHER
(Rolling her eyes.)
Why does that not surprise me?
WILL RIKER
Wes'll catch up with us later at your place.
(Reaching for Drew.)
As will the two of us.
Beverly passes Drew to Riker but not before giving the little boy a big kiss on the cheek. Drew wrinkles his nose and squeezes his eyes closed at the action, causing the adults to laugh.
WILL RIKER
(To Drew.)
Someday you'll wish for a kiss from a pretty girl like Aunt Bev.
DREW RIKER
(Shaking his head.)
No.
DEANNA TROI
Not right yet.
(Smoothing Drew's hair.)
I don't want my little boy growing up too fast.
WILL RIKER
All right, we're going to the park.
(Kissing Deanna.)
See you later, ladies.
(Lop-sided grin.)
Don't gossip about me too much.
DREW RIKER
(Waving.)
Bye Mommy. Bye Aunt Bev'ly.
The women wave in return as Riker and Drew exit the office.
BEVERLY CRUSHER
(Putting a hand to her chest.)
"Aunt Bev'ly" ... That is beyond precious!
DEANNA TROI
Yeah. He's definitely a keeper.
Beverly gives Deanna another hug before backing up and holding her friend at arm's length.
BEVERLY CRUSHER
You look incredible, Dea. Marriage and motherhood really suit you.
DEANNA TROI
You don't look too shabby yourself, Doctor.
Deanna opens her mouth to say something else but shuts it just as quickly. A momentary silence hangs in the air as Beverly gives Deanna a quizzical expression.
BEVERLY CRUSHER
(Crossing her arms.)
What is it?
DEANNA TROI
(Slight hesitation.)
Bev, I need you to do something for me.
BEVERLY CRUSHER
Sure. Anything.
DEANNA TROI
Got a medical tricorder handy?
Beverly crosses the room and picks up a tricorder from the counter. Opening it, she walks back to Deanna and begins scanning her.
DEANNA TROI
(Explaining.)
I'm almost positive I know what your scan is going to show ... which is why
I didn't bother seeing Doctor Ballor on the Titan.
(Pauses.)
I knew I was going to be seeing you soon and decided I wanted my best friend
to confirm my Betazoid suspicion.
Beverly closes the tricorder as a huge grin spreads across her face.
BEVERLY CRUSHER
Deanna, you're ...
BEVERLY CRUSHER & DEANNA
TROI
(Simultaneously.)
... pregnant.
The women release squeals of excitement and share another hug.
BEVERLY CRUSHER
(Setting the tricorder on her desk.)
Congratulations!
DEANNA TROI
(Smiling.)
Now I have to think of a way to share the news with Will and Drew.
Beverly pulls two chairs out from a nearby table and slides one towards Deanna.
BEVERLY CRUSHER
(Pointing at the chair.)
Sit. It seems we have a lot to talk about.
Each taking a seat, the women begin an animated conversation to catch up on the latest happenings in each other's lives.
* * * * * * * * * *
EXT. PARK – A Short While Later
WILL RIKER stands nearby watching DREW RIKER climb on a jungle-gym structure in the center of the park. Other PARENTS and CHILDREN are in the area.
WILL RIKER
(Catching Drew as he comes down a slide.)
See, I told you this would be way more fun than anything on the holodeck.
Dad was right, wasn't he?
DREW RIKER
Yup! Lotsa fun!
WILL RIKER
(Setting Drew down.)
I'm glad you're old enough to enjoy it, Drew. It's hard to tell when we'll
have a chance to be planetside again.
(Quietly.)
But such is the life of a starship captain and his family.
Riker sits on the ground and watches as Drew continues to run about and play with the other children.
* * * * * * * * * *
INT. THE BLUE NOTE – Same Evening
DEANNA TROI and BEVERLY CRUSHER enter the jazz club with WILL RIKER and WESLEY CRUSHER close behind. All of them are casually dressed. The club is fairly busy with several PATRONS either seated at tables or moving about. A four-piece BAND plays on a small stage on the opposite side of the room.
WESLEY CRUSHER
(Pointing across the room.)
There's one, Mom.
Beverly follows Crusher's hand and notices the empty table halfway between the bar and the stage.
BEVERLY CRUSHER
(Tapping Deanna's arm.)
Let's snag it before someone else does.
Deanna nods in response as she and Beverly begin walking across the room. Riker's voice stops them.
WILL RIKER
(Indicating Deanna and Beverly.)
Drinks?
DEANNA TROI
(Sharing a knowing smile with Beverly.)
Something light, please.
Deanna and Beverly both break into smiles accompanied by light laughter. Riker and Crusher exchange a confused glance when the women turn away to claim the table. The men approach the bar and give their order to the BARTENDER.
WESLEY CRUSHER
(Leaning against the bar.)
I wonder what that was all about.
WILL RIKER
(Light chuckle.)
If experience has taught me anything, Wes, it's that it's better to leave those
two alone at a time like this. Asking questions can be a hazardous venture
when there's something going on between them. It's definitely in our best
interest to stay out of the mix.
Riker turns to watch the band. He taps his foot to the beat.
WILL RIKER
(Tilting his head towards Crusher.)
There's nothing in the galaxy like live jazz. Good, live jazz music.
The bartender returns with their order. Each officer grabs two glasses.
WESLEY CRUSHER
(To the bartender.)
Thanks.
Riker and Crusher leave the bar and make their way to the table. As the men approach, Deanna and Beverly abruptly change their topic of conversation. Riker makes eye contact with Deanna. She gives him an innocent smile to which he simply raises an eyebrow.
WILL RIKER
(Setting a glass in front of Deanna.)
You two are in an ... interesting mood.
BEVERLY CRUSHER
(Accepting her drink from Crusher.)
Just catching up on life.
WILL RIKER
(Skeptically.)
Right ...
Riker turns his chair around and straddles it, placing his drink on the table in front of him. Crusher sits and faces Beverly as they being chatting. Deanna picks up her glass but sets it down again before she's able to take a sip of the dark liquid in it.
DEANNA TROI
(Mystified expression.)
I don't believe it ...
WILL RIKER
What?
Riker twists his body around, trying to find what's caught Deanna's attention. Noticing the actions of the friends next to them, Beverly and Crusher shift their gaze in the same direction.
DEANNA TROI
(Wide eyes.)
Elyse ...?
PART VI
INT. THE BLUE NOTE – Continuous
DEANNA TROI, WILL RIKER, BEVERLY CRUSHER and WESLEY CRUSHER sit around their table, staring in the direction of the club's bar. Deanna slowly rises from her chair, a smile forming on her lips.
WILL RIKER
(Returning his attention to Deanna.)
Cadet Gaireth?
Deanna seemingly ignores Riker's question while she pushes her chair against the table.
DEANNA TROI
(To no one in particular.)
I'll be back.
Deanna begins walking towards the bar. The others at the table follow her with their eyes.
BEVERLY CRUSHER
(To Riker.)
That's the only Elyse I know.
(Smirking.)
And she's not a cadet anymore, Will.
WILL RIKER
Well ... yeah.
Crusher shifts his gaze between Riker and Beverly.
WESLEY CRUSHER
(Confused expression.)
Who are you guys talking about?
BEVERLY CRUSHER
Elyse Gaireth. She spent a week serving on the Enterprise when
she was a third year cadet at the Academy. But that was, what ...
(Thinking a moment.)
... five or six years ago? I don't think I'd even recognize Elyse now.
WILL RIKER
(Taking a sip of his drink.)
She and Deanna have kept in touch ever since. They've actually become
pretty good friends over the years.
Deanna approaches the bar and nonchalantly stands next to a young woman (ELYSE GAIRETH). Gaireth is seated on a stool carrying on a conversation with the BARTENDER.
DEANNA TROI
(Gently nudging Gaireth's elbow.)
You're the last person I expected to run into here.
Gaireth pauses mid-sentence and quickly turns her head to look at the woman next to her.
ELYSE GAIRETH
(Sliding off her stool.)
Counselor!
The women share a warm hug. When they step back, Deanna gives Gaireth a small frown.
DEANNA TROI
Elyse, I've told you time and again to call me Deanna.
(Playfully hitting Gaireth's shoulder.)
When are you going to learn it's okay to actually use my first name?
ELYSE GAIRETH
(Shy smile.)
Sorry. Chalk it up to Academy training and the fact that I come from a
Starfleet family. I've always been taught to address adults "properly."
DEANNA TROI
(Tilting her head.)
But we're friends ... and that usurps protocol in this case.
ELYSE GAIRETH
(Changing the subject.)
So what are you doing in a place like this ... Deanna?
Deanna smiles at Gaireth's use of her name.
DEANNA TROI
(Gesturing towards her table.)
We're visiting Beverly. Will's a huge jazz fan, hence the reason we chose
this club.
(Turning to Gaireth.)
Would you like to join us?
ELYSE GAIRETH
(Nodding.)
Absolutely.
(To the bartender.)
See ya 'round, La'dar.
The bartender waves at Gaireth before returning to his work behind the bar. Deanna puts an arm around Gaireth's shoulders as they cross the room.
DEANNA TROI
(As an after-thought.)
I'm not interrupting a date or anything, am I? I didn't even consider
the fact you might be here with someone.
ELYSE GAIRETH
(Waving off Deanna's concern.)
Not at all. Well, I am here with someone but he's busy at the moment.
Deanna glances around the club, trying to spot the person Gaireth is referring to.
DEANNA TROI
(Dropping her arms.)
Invite him over.
Gaireth points to the BAND onstage.
ELYSE GAIRETH
(Smiling.)
Kinda hard when he's the band's drummer.
Deanna watches the band for a moment then nods in approval.
DEANNA TROI
(Eyes twinkling.)
Nice choice.
The women curtail their light laughter as they near the table. Deanna acknowledges each officer in turn.
DEANNA TROI
I'm sure you remember Will and Beverly.
(Moving behind Crusher.)
And this young man is Beverly's son, Wesley.
ELYSE GAIRETH
(Smiling.)
Captain Riker. Doctor Crusher.
(Extending a hand to Crusher.)
Nice to meet you, Wesley. I'm Elyse.
Crusher returns Gaireth's handshake.
BEVERLY CRUSHER
(To Gaireth.)
Doctor Crusher is too formal ...
DEANNA TROI
(Holding up her hands.)
I've already gone over that with her.
(Eyeing Gaireth.)
We'll get her straightened out before long.
Riker rises from his chair and spins it around.
WILL RIKER
Have a seat, Elyse.
Gaireth and Deanna sit while Riker retrieves an additional chair from a nearby table. He positions himself between Deanna and Crusher.
DEANNA TROI
(To Riker.)
Elyse was just telling me that she knows the band's drummer.
Everyone at the table looks toward the stage. The drummer (CHRISTOPHER KENNA) happens to be in the middle of a solo, showcasing his talent.
WILL RIKER
Wow.
ELYSE GAIRETH
(Still watching Kenna.)
Yeah, especially considering the band's only been together for three months.
BEVERLY CRUSHER
(To Elyse.)
Are you going to be in San Francisco long or is this just a quick visit?
ELYSE GAIRETH
Actually, I didn't even plan on being planetside until the Spartan was
scheduled to be in the sector two months from now.
(Crossing her legs.)
Starfleet decided to reassign me though. Until they pick which ship could
benefit most from my presence, I'm spending time with my mom.
WESLEY CRUSHER
Any idea which ship you might be reassigned to?
ELYSE GAIRETH
(Shaking her head.)
Nope. It'd be cool if they moved me to the Neptune so I could be
closer to my dad, but I'm not getting my hopes up.
The band ends their current song and the musicians take a bow to acknowledge the applause from the club PATRONS. Kenna holds his drumsticks behind his back and addresses the crowd.
CHRISTOPHER KENNA
Thanks folks. We're gonna be taking a short break but we'll be back.
Continue talking amongst yourselves until then.
The band starts stepping down from the stage. Gaireth waves a hand above her head to get Kenna's attention. Kenna spots her and crosses the room, accepting handshakes and comments from various individuals he passes.
CHRISTOPHER KENNA
(Putting his hands on Gaireth's shoulders.)
How'd we do?
ELYSE GAIRETH
(Twisting her head to look at Kenna.)
You were wonderful, as always.
(Pauses.)
Christopher Kenna, I'd like to introduce you to Will and Deanna Riker, Doctor
Beverly Crusher and her son, Wesley. I worked with them when I was in
the Academy.
CHRISTOPHER KENNA
Elyse has told me all about the Enterprise. It's great to finally
meet some of the officers she worked with.
(Shaking everyone's hand.)
Feel free to call me Chris ...
(Holding up his drumsticks.)
... or Sticks.
Gaireth slides over on her chair, allowing Kenna to share it with her. Kenna places one hand on the table and the other on Gaireth's knee.
CHRISTOPHER KENNA
(Leaning forward.)
Who wants to be the first to share an embarrassing story?
The officers at the table exchange surprised expressions. Smiles and laughter slowly replace the shock.
ELYSE GAIRETH
(Slightly blushing.)
Christopher ...
CHRISTOPHER KENNA
(Mischievous grin.)
Oh come on, Elyse. This is the best way to break the ice with new people.
It puts everyone on a level playing field.
(Doing a drumroll on the table.)
Once you have the most embarrassing stuff out of the way, the rest is easy.
Riker moves his drink aside and puts an elbow on the table. He gives Deanna a sideways glance, he eyes sparkling.
WILL RIKER
(To Kenna.)
Sounds like fun. I'm game.
CHRISTOPHER KENNA
(Gesturing in Riker's direction.)
Do regale us with your tale, Mister Riker.
Riker begins talking as
the others sip their drinks and chuckle at the story.
PART VII
INT. THE BLUE NOTE – A Short While Later
BEVERLY CRUSHER, WESLEY CRUSHER, ELYSE GAIRETH and CHRISTOPHER KENNA listen intently as WILL RIKER tells them another story. DEANNA TROI sits with her elbows on the table with her head cradled face-down in her hands. She is blushing and shaking her head as Riker glances in her direction. The others are laughing.
DEANNA TROI
(Lifting her head.)
You're exaggerating, Will.
WILL RIKER
(Leaning back in his chair.)
I am not, Deanna, and you know it.
Deanna leans into Riker, knocking him slightly off balance.
BEVERLY CRUSHER
What I would give to have been in the Crash and Burn that night.
DEANNA TROI
(Running a hand through her hair.)
It was the only way I could get Cochrane to talk to me. I had no
intention of getting drunk when he suggested we talk in the bar. It just
sort of ... happened.
WESLEY CRUSHER
(Big grin.)
Sure, that's the story you tell everyone ... but is it really the truth?
Deanna gives Crusher a sharp glare. Crusher holds up his hands in defense as he and the others continue laughing.
WILL RIKER
I'd never seen her quite so ... out-of-character.
(Smiling at Deanna.)
Or, to paraphrase Deanna at the time, quite so "blended into the cultural
surroundings."
ELYSE GAIRETH
Being in the presence of Zefram Cochrane must have been incredible, let alone
getting drunk with the man.
Deanna releases a huge sigh and tilts her head back, her hands covering her face.
DEANNA TROI
(Talking through her hands.)
Just when I thought everyone had forgotten about that incident ...
(Pointing a finger at Riker.)
... my loving husband has to dredge it back up.
Riker simply shrugs his shoulders, his eyes full of merriment and mischief. The other three BAND members start assembling on the stage again. Kenna glances over his shoulder at them before standing and picking up his drumsticks from their location on the table.
CHRISTOPHER KENNA
Well folks ...
(Twirling a drumstick between his fingers.)
... looks like I gotta get back to work. It's been fun.
(Half-smile.)
All of you are good sports. Be sure to stop by the next time you're in
San Fran.
Kenna gives Gaireth a quick kiss as he leaves the table of officers. Beverly suddenly moves from her seat and kneels next to Deanna. Leaning forward, she whispers something in Deanna's ear, causing both women to smile. Once Beverly is finished, she returns to her chair while Deanna moves closer to Gaireth, sharing the secret message with the younger woman. Riker and Crusher shift their gaze between the women and each other.
ELYSE GAIRETH
(To Deanna.)
Let me go check.
Gaireth walks across the room and stands next to the stage while the band warms up for their next set. She talks to Kenna for a few seconds then gives him another kiss before returning to the table.
ELYSE GAIRETH
(Taking her seat.)
He's checking.
WILL RIKER
(Glancing between the women.)
Checking what?
DEANNA TROI
(Innocent smile.)
Nothing you need to worry about, sweetheart.
(Barely audible.)
At least not yet.
Kenna returns to his drum set after speaking to the band's TROMBONE PLAYER. Making eye contact with Gaireth, Kenna gives her two thumbs up.
ELYSE GAIRETH
We're all set.
TROMBONE PLAYER
(Addressing the PATRONS in the audience.)
We've had a special request tonight and, in the interest of fun and friendship,
have decided to honor it. All of you are in for a real treat.
(Turning towards the officers' table.)
Captain William Riker of the USS Titan is in the audience and we've been
told he's a damn good trombone player.
(Extending a hand in Riker's direction.)
Please join us for "Nightbird," Captain. We'd be extremely honored.
The audience applauds to encourage Riker's performance. Riker gives Deanna a wide-eyed gaze.
WILL RIKER
(Shocked expression.)
Deanna, you didn't ...
Deanna moves closer to Riker and kisses his cheek.
DEANNA TROI
Go on. It'll be fun.
Deanna pulls Riker from his chair and gives him a push towards the stage.
WILL RIKER
(Harsh whisper.)
You know "Nightbird" isn't a good song for me.
BEVERLY CRUSHER
(Encouragingly.)
Tonight'll be your night, Will.
Riker takes a deep breath and continues to the stage. He accepts the trombone player's instrument with a small amount of reluctance. Riker then runs a hand over his mouth and moves the trombone's slide back and forth, trying to calm his nerves.
TROMBONE PLAYER
(Announcing.)
Ladies and gentlemen, Captain William Riker!
The trombone player leaves Riker center stage as the band begins "Nightbird." Riker glances at Deanna, who gives him a reassuring nod.
BEVERLY CRUSHER
(To Deanna.)
He's never going to forgive you if he messes up.
DEANNA TROI
It was your idea!
(Pauses.)
But he'll get through it. I know he will.
ELYSE GAIRETH
(Tilting her head.)
Get through it?
DEANNA TROI
"Nightbird" has been Will's nemesis for decades. No matter how
often he plays it, he's never been able to make it through the solo.
WESLEY CRUSHER
I remember him coming close once.
DEANNA TROI
Close, but not completely.
Riker takes another deep breath and puts the trombone to his lips.
BEVERLY CRUSHER
(Putting a hand on Deanna's arm.)
Here goes ...
Riker plays the opening notes of his solo with determination and, much to the happy surprise of the officers watching, actually makes it through the song with no mistakes or hesitation. When the band finishes, Deanna and Beverly jump to their feet, clapping and whistling. Crusher and Gaireth follow suit. Riker heaves a sigh of relief and acknowledges the audience's applause with a slight bow. He returns to the table with an expression of shock and disbelief on his face.
DEANNA TROI
(Throwing her arms around Riker's neck.)
Congratulations, Will! I knew you could do it.
Deanna and Riker share a tender kiss. Beverly steps forward and puts a hand on Riker's back.
BEVERLY CRUSHER
That's the best I've ever heard you play.
WILL RIKER
(Holding Deanna's face in his hands.)
Never do that to me again, Deanna. That was completely and totally
nerve-wracking.
DEANNA TROI
(Light laughter.)
Yes sir.
INT. CRUSHER'S APARTMENT – Later That Night
BEVERLY CRUSHER deals a new set of cards to WILL RIKER and WESLEY CRUSHER. DEANNA TROI takes her place at the table after checking on Drew, who is sleeping on the couch in the adjacent room. Each officer tosses their ante into the middle of the table.
DEANNA TROI
(Sorting her cards.)
That Christopher Kenna is quite the character.
BEVERLY CRUSHER
Elyse seems really smitten with him though.
(Turning to Crusher.)
How many, Wes?
WESLEY CRUSHER
(Removing cards from his hand.)
Two.
BEVERLY CRUSHER
(Glancing at Riker and Deanna.)
Will? Dea?
Beverly gives Riker two cards and Deanna three. She takes one for herself. Crusher opens with a bet of ten. Riker matches Crusher's bet.
DEANNA TROI
(Nudging Riker.)
There is something extremely sexy about musicians.
(Pauses.)
I'm raising ten.
BEVERLY CRUSHER
(Tossing her chips into the pot.)
Especially musicians that play "Nightbird" so well.
WESLEY CRUSHER
That was pretty incredibly, Captain. I'm glad I was there. Frankly,
I don't think I would have believe it possible otherwise.
(Dropping his cards on the table.)
I'm out.
WILL RIKER
(Smiling.)
I still don't believe it myself. Tonight was the last night I ever play
that song ... for fear of never sounding that good again.
(Looking at Deanna.)
And I'm yet to forgive you for forcing me up there.
The round of betting ends and the three remaining players fan their cards on the table. Riker displays the winning hand.
WILL RIKER
Sorry ladies, looks like I win again.
Riker rakes in the winnings and adds to the stack of chips in front of him. Crusher collects the empty glasses from the table and refills them at the replicator. Beverly gathers the cards from the table.
DEANNA TROI
(Taking her glass from Crusher.)
Bev, I hope you don't mind, but I invited Elyse over here tomorrow afternoon.
Crusher passes out the remaining drinks.
BEVERLY CRUSHER
(Passing the deck of cards to Crusher.)
Not at all. It'll be nice to find out what she's been up to over the years.
(Addressing Riker and Crusher.)
Are you two going to be around?
WESLEY CRUSHER
(Shuffling the cards.)
I'm hooking up with the shipyard crew to help with the Titan's repairs.
Beverly rolls her eyes at Crusher, causing Deanna and Beverly to chuckle lightly and Crusher to give her a lop-sided grin.
BEVERLY CRUSHER
Will?
Crusher begins dealing the new round.
WILL RIKER
(Shaking his head.)
I need to make an appearance at Starfleet Command to go over some mission logs
and other ship's business.
BEVERLY CRUSHER
Sounds like an ultra-exciting afternoon.
(Wry smile.)
Too bad Deanna and I can't join you.
WILL RIKER
(Leaning forward.)
You know, I'm sure I could arrange something if you really wanted to tag along.
BEVERLY CRUSHER
(Picking up her cards.)
That's quite all right.
WESLEY CRUSHER
(Interrupting the conversation.)
Are we going to play poker or not?
Deanna glances over her cards at Crusher, giving him a teasing smirk.
DEANNA TROI
You're that eager to lose again, Mister Crusher?
The group breaks out into light laughter as the game continues.
PART VIII
INT. CRUSHER'S APARTMENT – Following Morning
BEVERLY CRUSHER walks into the living room of her apartment and kneels in front of DREW RIKER, who is sitting on the floor playing with some building blocks. Beverly holds her closed fists out to Drew.
BEVERLY CRUSHER
Pick a hand, Drew.
Drew sets a block aside and turns his attention to Beverly. He sits back on his heels, mulling over the decision. He finally points to Beverly's left hand.
BEVERLY CRUSHER
(Revealing an empty hand.)
Guess again.
Drew points to Beverly's right hand. She opens it palm up. Drew grabs the piece of chocolate from Beverly's hand and unwraps it.
DREW RIKER
(Putting the candy in his mouth.)
Thank Aunt Bev'ly!
BEVERLY CRUSHER
(Smiling.)
Yup, you're definitely a Troi.
(Tousling Drew's hair.)
This is our secret. I don't think your mom would approve of you having chocolate
at oh-nine-hundred.
DEANNA TROI emerges from an adjacent room with her hands on her hips.
DEANNA TROI
(Feigning disbelief.)
Beverly, I'm appalled you'd say such a thing!
(Walking into the living room.)
Chocolate is welcome any time of the day.
Beverly stands and raises an eyebrow.
BEVERLY CRUSHER
Even for a two-year-old who's active enough as is?
DEANNA TROI
(Smiling at Drew.)
He deserves it every so often.
(Extending a hand in Beverly's direction.)
Where's mine?
Beverly reaches into the pocket of her shirt and tosses a piece of chocolate at Deanna. Deanna catches the candy with ease, unwraps it and pops it into her mouth. Drew returns his attention to the blocks in front of him.
DEANNA TROI
(With mouth full.)
Thanks Doc.
Deanna steps around Drew and slumps down onto the couch, putting a hand on her stomach. Beverly sits on the opposite end of the couch.
BEVERLY CRUSHER
(Concern expression.)
You okay?
DEANNA TROI
(Small nod.)
I'm fine. It's just a little morning sickness.
Drew turns his head towards Deanna and gives her a wide-eyed expression.
DREW RIKER
Mommy's sick?
DEANNA TROI
(To Drew.)
No, sweetie.
BEVERLY CRUSHER
(To Deanna.)
I can give you something for it.
DEANNA TROI
I already gave myself a hypo, it just hasn't fully kicked in yet.
DREW RIKER
(Standing.)
You sure?
Drew climbs into Deanna's lap and wraps his arms around her neck. Deanna gives him a tight hug and kisses the top of his head. Beverly and Deanna exchange a small smile over Drew's concern for his mom.
DEANNA TROI
I'm positive, Drew. In fact ...
(Touching Drew's nose.)
... you'd be the first to know if I wasn't.
Drew looks up at Deanna for a silent moment, considering her comment.
DREW RIKER
Okay.
(Kissing Deanna.)
Love you, Mommy.
DEANNA TROI
Love you, too.
Drew snuggles closer to Deanna. Smiling, Deanna smoothes back his hair and kisses the top of his head again.
BEVERLY CRUSHER
(Sighing.)
They grow up so fast. Before you know it he'll be entering the Academy, working
on a starship ... dating.
DEANNA TROI
And all of that is going to happen way too fast for me.
BEVERLY CRUSHER
(Mischievous grin.)
Since we're on the topic of sons and dating ...
Deanna's eyes grow wide and she sits up straighter, adjusting Drew on her lap.
DEANNA TROI
Don't put me in that position, Bev. Please. I promised Wes I'd try to keep my
big mouth shut around you.
BEVERLY CRUSHER
(Sliding closer to Deanna.)
Ah ha! So there is someone!
Deanna puts a hand over her mouth and shakes her head.
DEANNA TROI
I'm not getting into this with ...
DREW RIKER
(Interrupting Deanna.)
Maggie!
DEANNA TROI
(Looking at Drew with shock.)
Drew!
Beverly leans back against the couch and crosses her arms.
BEVERLY CRUSHER
Maggie ...
(Realization hitting.)
As in the Titan's first officer?
Drew crawls off of Deanna's lap and moves closer to Beverly. Deanna puts her head in her hands and sighs.
DEANNA TROI
(Mumbling to herself.)
He's gonna kill me ...
DREW RIKER
(To Beverly.)
Maggie and Wes.
DEANNA TROI
(Making eye contact with Beverly.)
You heard none of this from me.
(Quietly adding.)
Nothing's official yet. But he is interested in her ... and I'm pretty sure
she likes him, too.
PART IX
INT. CRUSHER'S APARTMENT – Same Afternoon
BEVERLY CRUSHER, DEANNA TROI and ELYSE GAIRETH sit around the
dining room table engaged in conversation. Gaireth is
straddling her chair backwards, Beverly rests her elbows on the
table and Deanna leans back with her arms folded across her
chest. DREW RIKER kneels on a chair located between Deanna and
Beverly. Paper and crayons are scattered in front of him while
he draws.
ELYSE GAIRETH
... and I was reassigned to the Interlochen shortly after my
promotion to lieutenant. That posting was followed by the
Spartan, which was my current ship until a few weeks ago.
BEVERLY CRUSHER
(Looking at Beverly.)
I'm not saying it's easy. It seems like every time I settled
down, made friends and got into a routine, I received a message
from Starfleet that contained orders for a new posting.
Deanna stands and crosses to the replicator where she retrieves
a plate of cookies and a mug of hot chocolate.
DEANNA TROI
(Walking back to the table.)
Hopefully wherever you're placed next will be your home for a
while.
Gaireth grabs a cookie from the plate and takes a bite.
ELYSE GAIRETH
(Wiping crumbs from her mouth.)
Random question – is Commander "Watchdog" still on the
Enterprise?
Deanna takes a sip of her drink and almost chokes on it when she
hears Gaireth's question. She quickly swallows before shaking
her head and rolling her eyes. Beverly gives Gaireth a knowing
smile while Drew continues coloring, oblivious to the
conversation around him.
DEANNA TROI
Yes, Commander K'Jared is still on the Enterprise. Why do you
ask?
ELYSE GAIRETH
(Shrugging her shoulders.)
No reason. Just curious.
BEVERLY CRUSHER
(Teasing voice.)
I can't imagine why you wouldn't have kept in touch with her
over the years.
All the women chuckle at the comment. Drew looks up from his
work and scans the faces around him.
DREW RIKER
(Confused expression.)
What's funny?
Deanna leans over and kisses the top of Drew's head.
DEANNA TROI
Nothing, sweetie.
Gaireth reaches across the table and pulls a piece of blank
paper in front of her.
ELYSE GAIRETH
(To Drew.)
Can I borrow a few crayons, Drew?
DREW RIKER
Sure.
Drew grabs a fistful of crayons and hands them to Gaireth. She
sets down all but one and begins drawing.
ELYSE GAIRETH
(Nonchalantly.)
So you guys never asked if I got my new posting yet.
(Appraising her picture with a tilted head.)
I figured you'd at least be the slightest bit interested.
DEANNA TROI
I didn't think you were going to find out until the end of the
week.
ELYSE GAIRETH
(Selecting a new crayon.)
I got the news this morning.
A momentary silence envelops the group as Gaireth and Drew
continue coloring.
BEVERLY CRUSHER
(Leaning forward slightly.)
Well ...?
ELYSE GAIRETH
(Small smirk.)
You really wanna know?
DEANNA TROI
(Taking the crayon from Gaireth's hand.)
Of course we want to know!
Gaireth settles back against her chair and glances between the
two women.
ELYSE GAIRETH
You're looking at the Titan's new helm officer.
DREW RIKER
(Glancing up from his work.)
Daddy's ship.
ELYSE GAIRETH
(To Drew.)
Right-o.
Deanna's mouth falls open in surprise as she stares at Gaireth.
Smiling, Gaireth retrieves her crayon from Deanna's hand.
BEVERLY CRUSHER
(Wide grin.)
Congratulations, Elyse! The Titan is a wonderful ship ... with
a wonderful crew.
ELYSE GAIRETH
(To Beverly.)
That's what I've heard.
Gaireth looks at Deanna and moves a hand in front of her face,
causing Deanna to refocus her attention.
ELYSE GAIRETH
Deanna, say something.
(Pauses.)
Please.
DEANNA TROI
(Smiling.)
I can't wait.
INT. CRUSHER'S APARTMENT – Same Night
WILL RIKER sits up in bed reading a data PADD. DEANNA TROI
enters the bedroom and slides the door shut behind her.
DEANNA TROI
(Climbing into bed.)
He's finally asleep and doesn't look like he'll be waking up
anytime soon ... fingers crossed.
WILL RIKER
Good.
Deanna lies in a half-sitting position next to Riker, resting
against his upper body. Riker casually places his arm around
Deanna's shoulder.
WILL RIKER
(Looking over at Deanna.)
Did Elyse tell you she's joining our crew?
DEANNA TROI
She did. It's going to be great having her onboard.
(Idly spinning Riker's wedding band on his finger.)
Who's she replacing? Robson?
WILL RIKER
Uh-huh. He's transferring to the Gobi.
The couple lapses into a silence that Deanna breaks after
several minutes.
DEANNA TROI
(Interlacing her fingers with Riker's.)
Will?
WILL RIKER
(Scrolling through information on his PADD.)
Hmmm?
Deanna shifts her position and sits up a bit straighter.
DEANNA TROI
(Casually.)
What do you think about ...
(Turning her head to look at Riker.)
... about having another baby?
Riker lowers his PADD and meets Deanna's gaze.
WILL RIKER
Hypothetically speaking?
DEANNA TROI
(Averting her gaze and wrinkling her brow.)
Sure ... hypothetically ...
Riker shrugs his shoulders and continues his reading.
WILL RIKER
It's something to seriously consider. I wouldn't mind having
another Riker running around the ship.
Deanna releases a sigh and squeezes Riker's hand tighter.
DEANNA TROI
Well ...
(Deep breath.)
... what would you say if I told you "hypothetically" will turn
into reality in about eight months?
A confuses expression crosses Riker's face as he gives Deanna a
double-take.
WILL RIKER
(Stammering.)
Are-are you saying what I think you're saying?
Deanna turns to face Riker and removes the PADD from his grip.
She nods slowly and gives Riker a lop-sided grin.
DEANNA TROI
(Tossing the PADD to the end of the bed.)
I'm pregnant, Will. That's why I haven't been feeling all that
great lately.
WILL RIKER
(Huge grin.)
You're serious? We're going to have another baby?
DEANNA TROI
(Holding Riker's hand in her own.)
Beverly confirmed my suspicions yesterday afternoon.
(Pauses.)
I know we didn't exactly plan on this happening ...
Riker puts a finger to Deanna's lips to quiet her. Deanna
closes her eyes and takes a calming breath.
WILL RIKER
That doesn't matter. We're going to be parents again! I love
you, Deanna. I love Drew ...
(Placing his hands on Deanna's stomach.)
... and I love the fact that you're pregnant again.
Riker leans forward and kisses Deanna full on the lips.
WILL RIKER
Drew's going to be thrilled! I can't wait to tell him.
DEANNA TROI
(Glancing at Riker.)
Let's wait 'til morning, huh? I just got him to sleep.
Riker eyes Deanna and gives her a mischievous grin.
WILL RIKER
(Setting his feet on the floor.)
Why should we?
(Standing.)
I'm excited, you're excited. I want Drew to share our
excitement ... right now!
Deanna turns toward Riker and kneels on the bed. Both of them
start laughing.
DEANNA TROI
(Giving in to Riker.)
All right, let's go tell him.
Riker lifts Deanna from the bed and spins her around in a
circle.
WILL RIKER
(Setting Deanna on her feet.)
We're having a baby, baby!
DEANNA TROI
(Kissing Riker.)
This is one of the best surprises we could ask for.
The couple exits the bedroom hand-in-hand.
TBC…