::lifts brows, debating whether to crawl to feet as well, or just stay put...even if ass is going numb::
::will be ribbed either way::
::with a self-castigating groan, grabs edge of desk, hoisting self up::
Is it too late to schedule a physical?
Sounds like someone already has a few ideas.
::folds hands, generously hiding a smirk...clearly, someone will be needing a fitness regime to catch up::
I spoke with Chris several days ago, actually.
She warned me that there would likely be vacancies...the last few years were occasionally brutal on the crew and she suspected more than a few would prefer a chance to slow down and enjoy the relative peace, rather than hop back on board for an extended foray into destinations unknown.
She didn't want you to think it was personal.
::cocks head, uncertain as to just how that might be best taken::
Do you think it might be personal?
::holds up hand before any answer can be given, shaking head::
Dumb question. I'm sure it is, on the part of a few. I walked away. Gave up. Not the type of leadership most expect from their captain.
Haven't we been over this before?
::moves closer, placing a hand on his arm in soothing::
Most of the crew understood that you had suffered a loss and needed time to regroup. The few who didn't probably would have found fault with any decision you made..stay or go.
This is your ship, always was, according to Christine. You don't owe explanations.
::buries a sigh...there you have the counselor's opinion and the Starfleet officer's opinion, but as usual, Deanna's seems nowhere to be found::
::cracks a half-hearted smile anyhow, nodding toward jimmied door::
Maybe we should leave these people alone to put my ship back together, then.
You can share your other ideas with me back ho...back on Earth.
::reaches over to shut down terminal, taking one last look around before following her out::
Did you check in on the boys?
All three of them.
Things are fine in La Barre...though, apparently, Jean-Luc is heartbroken to think this will be the last visit he and Barin will have. By the time we get back, he'll be grown...grown!
::drops good-natured imitation of Picardesque outrage, own smile faltering momentarily::
::observes carefully...is that a chink?::
You know, I've been giving it some thought myself. They're pretty close.
::chooses not to say bonded by loss, even if it's true...mentoring the half Betazoid, half-Tavnian boy just might have been the only thing that saved Jean-Luc Picard's sanity after his wife's death, but it shouldn't have been because he had just lost his own mother::
We could leave Barin here. He'd be happy in La Barre.
::drops hand, head shaking in negation even before the suggestion is out::
I may not be the best example of a sister, but he's the only family I have left. I promised Mother I'd keep him close.
If we were talking about leaving him on Betazed, perhaps...Jeyal wouldn't stand a chance of taking him off planet. But Earth?
::discreetly rolls shoulders, releasing an insulted cough::
Believe it or not, we mere Earthlings aren't all bumbling idiots.
He would be with Captain Picard. I don't think Jeyal would stand a chance of getting near either of them.
::narrows eyes at him::
Don't try to guilt-trip me. Or logic me to death.
I just can't, Will.
::frowns, mulling over own warning::
I'd feel guilty being so far from him.
You'd miss him, because you love him, and you can't imagine not being able to mother-hen him.
::offers a real, challenging smile after throwing down that gauntlet::
It was just an idea. I doubt he'd go for it either, to be honest. He feels very protective of you as well, in his own way.
::doesn't deny the assurance...can't, really::
::protective...yes, that certainly does describe some of the emotions the teenager gives off::
::tilts head, another worry slipping in::
We'll be leaving Jean-Luc alone, for all intents and purposes.
Enterprise is readying for a near Earth stretch, so Geordi will be around.
I'm sure Worf will find his way back, and with any luck, Wesley isn't disappearing again any time soon...
::pauses as an odd smile quirks companion's lips up::
That is, unless they have something to do with your ideas.
::folds hands primly behind back, putting on a face of the utmost innocence::
Wes mentioned an interest in reactivating his commission, but seemed a little nervous about finding a niche after so long. As his therapist...
::juts chin up at hoot of laughter, continuing::
I wouldn't mind keeping him close.
Final approval depends on Starfleet, of course. And you.
I'm sure I could find a broom closet on here somewhere...
::holds up hand to call the peace, grinning at her::
And I doubt he'll have a problem with Starfleet. He's Beverly Crusher's son.