|USS Titan, drydock.
||[Apr. 24th, 2009|02:25 pm]
::clambers up last few steps of maintenance ladder, accepting the hand of a nearby engineer to crawl out::
::brushes off profuse apologies about downed lifts, using the pretense of needing a stretch to take a moment to look around...and then directly toward open ready room entrance::
::bites lip to hide smile, head cocking to take in indistinguishable but forceful mutterings from within::
::offers refit leader a sympathetic shoulder pat, carefully moving around tools and debris, eventually coming to rest just inside doorway::
::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.
That smacks of...what was the phrase you used? Hereditary entitlement?
True. But I do think Wesley has earned a position, regardless.
So has Tom Paris, apparently.
::frowns...defending problem patients is somehow never satisfying::
Though I think he more likely bumbled into responsibility than assumed it.
::pushes aside those thoughts, settling attention on the here and now and important::
Anything else I should know, Commander?
::loops arm through capt_will_riker
's, ignoring his look of skepticism and forcibly pulling him toward ready room entrance::
Worf is on his way back from the homeworld. I thought you two should talk. He misses Starfleet as well. Troublesome as our fine institution is, the Klingons are apparently infintely more difficult to work with.
::laughs as doubt fades into a pained expression::
Don't focus on it now...you have a more important issue to worry about.
::swallows a groan, nodding to engineers in passing::
How you're going to get off this bridge and back to the shuttle bay.
::draws to halt, nodding down to turbolift shaft::
Transporters are currently down as well.
::prods at companion's belly, earning an immediate suck-in effort::
It's a lovely day for a climb, don't you think?