Two Miles To Nowhere Pt 2

Two Miles To Nowhere Pt 2

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Submitted: July 05, 2013

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“I would rather you didn’t commander. It would contravene our agreement not to use technology. This transmission is bad enough. Please don’t think me unreasonable commander, but I must obey the laws of my culture and I hope you will too.”

Will ran a frustrated hand through his dark hair.

“Arteen I’m in an unenviable position. I don’t wish to offend you, but I must protect my captain. I will give you three hours. If you don’t have anything positive by then I will scan for them and beam them up when found.”

“I hope that won’t be necessary commander.”

“So do I.”

 

 

 

 

Beverly was running out of conversation. She had talked about Wesley, her time at the academy, medical school, even her childhood. She was thoroughly sick of the sound of her own voice. Every now and then she would gently wipe Jean-Luc’s face and cheeks. He was febrile and slowly getting worse. She released and reapplied the tourniquet frequently, but the colour and coolness of the leg told its own story. His head wound continued to bleed despite the bandage and his breathing was becoming ragged. In short, she was losing him and couldn’t do a damn thing about it.

Through it all, Jean-Luc lay quietly. Often, when gripped with unbearable pain he would squeeze Beverly’s hand and a low groan would escape his clenched teeth. He was fighting his battle as best he could yet still he grew weaker and weaker.

He slowly opened his eyes and lifted his hand, dropping it again after a few moments.

“Can you see?”

“No.”

“You will Jean-Luc. It’ll come back.”

“Is it still dark?”

“Yes.”

“I never realized the night could be so long.”

Silence once again enfolded them, each deep in their own thoughts. After a while Beverly gently wiped his brow.

“Beverly, if I don’t make it…”

“Oh no, don’t you start that! We’ll be rescued, just hold on.”

“Beverly please…if I am to die then there are some things I want you to know.”

The force with which he said those words and the effort it took shamed Beverly into silence. He took the quiet as a signal to continue.

“You know I have loved you for a very long time. I once told you that my feelings had changed with the passage of time. That was a lie. I love you now as much as I have ever loved you. I have never stopped loving you. Finally taking that last step with you was the most incredible, joyous and wonderful thing that’s ever happened to me. You make me complete and I want you to know you are the most extraordinary woman I have ever known and the only one I have ever truly loved.”

The effort exhausted him and he lay quietly holding Beverly’s hand. She looked down at him, tears coursing down her face. With a light touch she traced the contours of his noble face then turned to the cave entrance.

“The sun is coming up Jean-Luc. It’s a new day.”

 

 

 

 

 

It was with some surprise that the call was received from the surface.

“It’s only been half an hour Arteen, what…”

“I received a message from the stables. The brenn have returned carrying all the supplies, but without their riders. Under the circumstances you have my permission to use whatever means you find necessary to find your officers.”

The Enterprise swung into immediate action. The day watch had started and Data promptly started a scan of the area to the southwest of the city.

“Sir I am having some difficulty. The caste topography is interfering with the scanners. I cannot pinpoint the exact location…”

“Will tricorders work?”

“No sir.”

“Deanna could you find them?”

“I think so…”

“How close can you get Data?”

“Within half a kilometer sir.”

“Right. Deanna, Worf you’re with me. Sickbay, med team report to transporter room two.”

Six forms shimmered into existence on the planet’s surface. Looking about, Deanna once again sent her mind out looking for her friends. Turning slowly she suddenly stopped.

“This way!”

They followed a small stream up a slowly rising valley, Deanna becoming more and more agitated.

“We must hurry Will! The captain’s life signs are weakening rapidly.”

They increased their pace, scrambling over rocks and through the low lying scrub. Reaching the top of a small hillock, Will called out.

“Beverly! Beverly where are you? Deanna where…”

“This way, we’re close.”

Beverly had lay down beside Jean-Luc, cradling his head gently in her arm. She could not stop the tears that ran down her face. He was dying and she couldn’t stop it. Not with her skill, not with her love. They had waited so long for each other. She loved him with a depth that frightened her and it was that fear she had finally overcome. He spoke of wonder and joy, of being complete. She knew her heart was breaking. She knew that when death took him it would take her too, for she would never be truly alive without him.

A noise…barely registered. Again a noise…what?”

Will!

“Will! In here Will! Hurry…oh God please…please…please…”

Strong arms…Will! Deanna? Help…

Beverly looked down. The med team was working frantically, trying to stabilize Jean-Luc. Terse commands, instruments flashing, urgent readings, a blur of sight and sound. Minutes passed…waiting…please God, please…Will’s strong arms.

“He’s ready for transport. Enterprise four to beam directly to sickbay.”

The familiar shimmer, then they were gone.

“Will I must go…”

“Steady Beverly, we’ll all go together. Enterprise four to beam to sickbay.”

They rematerialized and turned to see a group of medics working on the captain. Will and Deanna stayed back as Beverly went to join them. She approached her colleague.

“Selar?”

“I have no report to make yet doctor. Do you wish to be of assistance?”

“Yes!”

“Then by all means doctor…”

Something clicked in Beverly’s mind. Gone was the lover, the distressed woman. The doctor took over and for the next five hours the battle was joined. Jean-Luc’s pitifully battered body was slowly healed bit by precious bit. The wicked stakes were removed, organs regenerated, bones knitted. Hour after gut wrenching hour his life signs hovered, barely detectable. Twice his bruised brain went into synaptic shock, each time he was willed back by the dedicated staff. An unexpected hemorrhage nearly took him, but they resisted. He wouldn’t give up and neither would they.

Finally, his body connected to monitors and heavily sedated, they withdrew. Through it all Will and Deanna had waited patiently. Beverly could see them as she crossed the room, but that was the last thing she saw. Her brain chose that time to shut down. She knew she was falling, but could do nothing about it. She never felt Will catch her.

 

 

 

 

 

Will returned to the bridge.

“How are they sir?”

“Doctor Crusher is sleeping in her quarters, counselor Troi is with her. The captain has been very badly injured. He has survived surgery and is now in stasis. We should know more in a few hours.

With childlike innocence Data looked at the first officer.

“I honestly don’t know Data. It’s bad. Worf, hail Arteen please.”

“He is standing by.”

“Arteen I understand what you did for us and I would like you to know how grateful we are. Your kindness may well have saved the captain’s life.”

“How is he commander? I understand he was very badly injured.”

“He’s holding his own. It’s too early to be sure yet.”

“If we can be of any further assistance, please let us know. Our prayers are with him.”

 

 

 

Beverly had been asleep for thirteen hours. She woke slowly, initially confused. She looked around her bedroom trying to dispel the growing sense of unease she felt. Her agitation brought Deanna to her side.

“Deanna, what…Jean-Luc! Where…I…”

“Beverly look at me.”

With the gentlest touch, Deanna brushed Beverly’s mind instantly calming her.

“He’s in sickbay, still heavily sedated. He’s alive Beverly, he’s alive.”

Beverly could hear the conviction in her friend’s voice. As she thought, she remembered the fight to save his life…his fight.

“Tell me Beverly.”

“Oh Deanna it was so beautiful. We went to the ceremonies…so much happiness…we got drunk…we made love…he loves me Deanna, so much…it was all so beautiful. Through the night we made love and the next day too. I never knew, never dreamed I could feel such happiness. We went on a trek to some ruins, just the two of us. He…we were so happy. Then a storm hit and the brenn bolted with all our gear and he fell…and the branches and the rain and his head and he…he nearly…”

Beverly lowered her face into her hands and sobbed. She thought her heart would break. So close. She had come so close to losing him.

Deanna held her friend and rocked her in the time-honored gesture of comfort practiced throughout the universe.

She slept for a short while and when she awoke the panic was gone. Deanna knew instantly that Beverly had righted herself.

“Come on, let’s go to sickbay.”

They stood beside the sleeping captain watching the monitors carefully. Beverly was heartened to see stronger readouts. Taking a tricorder, she passed the sensor around Jean-Luc’s head. Seeing her friend frown, Deanna asked,

“Something wrong?”

“I’m not sure. There’s a slight pressure building. I’ll see Selar about it.”

The two women made their way to Beverly’s office. Selar greeted her boss.

“Doctor Crusher, how are you?”

“I’m fine thank you Selar. Are you aware of the pressure building in the captain’s cranium?”

“Yes doctor, we’ve been monitoring it for some time. I administered Quoramine and it stabilized, but we are unsure exactly where the fluid is coming from. Due to the nature and severity of his head wound I was reluctant to treat it too aggressively. I decided to see if it would abate of its own accord.”

Beverly nodded and smiled at her colleague.

“I agree. It will probably settle, but I would like you to set up a Richart monitor just to be on the safe side.”

“Very well doctor.”

Deanna turned to her friend and asked,

“Beverly have you any idea when he will regain consciousness? I’ve been fielding queries all day.”

“Soon I should think. He’s only lightly sedated now. We tend to withdraw as many drugs as possible to stimulate the body’s capacity to heal itself. I intend to stay with him now, I’ll call you when he wakes up.”

 

 

 

 

The hours passed slowly and Beverly was pleased to see Will stride through the doors.

“Any change?”

“Not yet.”

“Would you like me to watch him while you get something to eat?”

“No thanks Will. My staff is taking good care of me.”

They sat in companionable silence for a while watching the rise and fall of Jean-Luc’s chest.

“Deanna told me what happened. Apart from the captain’s injuries, I’m really happy for you. You both waited a long time.

“Yes we did, God knows why. All those years wasted…I was such a fool. I kept running and running and all I managed to do was chase my own damn tail. He knew. He knew all along we were meant for each other. He tried to tell me but would I listen? Deanna tried to tell me, you tried….how could I have been so stupid?”

Will sighed and gripped her shoulder.

Beverly hindsight is twenty- twenty vision looking backwards. You have him now, make sure you make the most of it.”

“Oh I will, don’t you worry about that.”

“Now Beverly would you mind telling me why you were both off gallivanting around the countryside on brenn-back when you should’ve been at the ascension?”

‘Oh that. Well you see the official ceremonies only lasted two days. After that you can do pretty much whatever you want.”

He pursed his lips and nodded slowly.

“Did you know that before you left the Enterprise?”

~Damn! He wasn’t supposed to ask that.~

“Yes…”

“And the captain knew…?”

“He’s the one who told me.”

“And the captain knew about the ruins?”

“Yes…”

“I see. We’re going to have to have a little chat about safety and the sharing of information, aren’t we?”

“I suppos…Yes. Of course.”

Feeling somewhat mollified, Will bade the chastened doctor good evening and left sickbay. He managed to hold his laughter until he was almost to the turbolift doors. The lift doors opened to reveal two startled ensigns. It wasn’t often one saw the first officer weak with laughter, at least not while he was on duty.

 

 

 

 

 

Beverly had been lightly dozing when she heard her name whispered. Coming immediately awake, she was overjoyed to see Jean-Luc’s eyes open.

“Jean-Luc…”

The doctor gently stroked Jean-Luc’s face causing him to flinch but it went unnoticed.

“Jean-Luc you’re on the Enterprise. You were badly hurt but you’re going to be fine.”

He lifted a hand to rub his temple.

“Are you in any pain?”

“Headache…bad headache.”

“I’ll give you a drink then we’ll tackle the headache.”

Taking a cup from the nightstand, Beverly carefully raised Jean-Luc’s head and brought the cup to his lips. The captain tried to drink too early and spilled some of the liquid down his front and when she removed the cup, he moved his head from side to side. A sudden realization gripped Beverly.

“Jean-Luc look at me.”

His eyes darted to and fro, his head turning ineffectually.

“You can’t see can you.”

With a deep sigh, he shook his head.

She left him momentarily to retrieve a hypospray and was stopped in her tracks by the alarm sounding on the Richart monitor. She rushed to his side to find him desperately holding his head, tears streaming from his eyes. His body suddenly arched up and became utterly rigid. Alarms were sounding as one by one they registered his distress.

He began to make a keening sound, one of undeniable agony, as he proceeded to contort grotesquely. Staff came at the run and, in the space of a few minutes, had diagnosed the problem and with alacrity, started to treat it. Such was his writhing that he tore open some freshly sealed wounds. Beverly felt as if she were in a nightmare. She functioned as the dedicated doctor she was, but inside she was terrified.

“We will have to lessen the pressure. Set up a deep cranial probe, I want to know the exact spot…we can’t afford to off so much as a micron.”

Sedating Jean-Luc and putting him in a restraining field, the doctors initiated the probe, watching the monitor as the probe was manoeuvred skillfully through his brain. Suddenly another alarm triggered and upon inspection, showed that he’d lapsed into a coma.

It took almost an hour to guide the probe and finally identify the problem. A blood clot had formed deep inside his brain and the resulting swelling had brought about the ensuing convulsion and pain. It was also discovered the expanding brain had put undue pressure on the optic nerves causing his blindness. Once a diagnosis was made, specific treatment alleviated the symptoms, although he stayed deeply unconscious.

The emergency over, Beverly found herself once again at Jean-Luc’s bedside.

Deanna arrived and offered to watch the captain while Beverly got some sleep, but she declined, wishing to be there when he woke.

She slept in the chair restlessly; frustrated she could do no more than wait. It was eighteen hours later when he again opened his eyes and the first thing he saw was his lover.

“Hey lovely.”

The sound of his voice, still rough from sleep brought her awake.

“Hey yourself. How are you? Are you in pain?”

“A slight headache, some aches and twinges, but all bearable. How long have you been here?”

“Oh you know…off and on, a bit here, a bit there. Can you see me?”

“A little blurry, still you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, blurry or not.”

At that a crooked smile graced her face that made his heart sing. All he could do was gaze into the bottomless blue pools.

“When can I get out?”

“No you don’t! You are going to stay here until you’re fit enough to leave and not a second sooner! And I’ll make it an order if I have to.”

Somewhat taken aback, Jean-Luc demurred, bowing to the fact that she was upright and undamaged where he was flat on his back and rather worse for wear.

“Yes sir.”

She nodded curtly then smiled.

“Hungry?”

“Not really.”

“Well, you’ve got to eat. How about some broth and a slice of bread?”

“If I have to…”

“You have to!”

Beverly left and soon returned with a tray in her hands.

“Right, bon apetit.”

With a characteristic sigh Jean-Luc  reluctantly made his way through the meal, Beverly watching his every move.

“Well done. Now you may have a reward.”

A cup of hot Earl Grey tea appeared bringing another satisfied sigh.

“What do you remember Jean-Luc?”

He thought hard.

“The storm, the brenn…a cave, you were there…here, bad dreams…pain, overwhelming pain, more dreams…floating…it’s all vague…disjointed.”

“You had a pretty rough time, we nearly lost you several times.”

He smiled and held her hand.

“One thing I do remember with absolute clarity is loving you…making love to you.”

Beverly felt herself reddening and lowered her head to mask it.

Just then Will and Deanna arrived. Deanna cast Beverly a knowing look and broke into an enormous grin.

“Hello captain, how do you feel?”

“All things considered Number One, I feel remarkably well.”

“I’m glad captain. Sir, if you don’t mind there’s something I want to straighten out.”

“By all means, go ahead.”

“Sir why is it you knew you were only required for two days of the ceremonies and didn’t tell your senior staff…namely me?”

“I…that is…err…I didn’t think anyone would mind if the doctor and I wanted to have some time off. It seemed the perfect opportunity.”

“Of course sir, you’re entitled to take leave whenever and wherever you like, but I think it would be prudent to inform your staff, don’t you?”

“You realize you have me at a disadvantage. You are castigating me at a time when I can barely defend myself.”

“With all due respect sir, there’s nothing you can defend.”

“Yes well…I will consider myself upbraided. Thank you for your concern.”

Will recognized the subtle dismissal. Nodding to his captain and CMO, he turned on his heel and left sickbay looking every inch the Starfleet officer he was.

 

 

 

 

The next few days were a frustrating time for the captain. He grew stronger every day and with each passing moment he chaffed to be released to his quarters. Therapy three times a day helped him regain the full use of his left side, which had been weakened by the blood clot episode. If it wasn’t for Beverly’s encouragement and perseverance he wouldn’t have progressed as fast as he did. As for Beverly, she displayed patience she didn’t know she had.

Finally, after nine days, he was released to convalesce in his cabin. Beverly walked him through the corridors leading to his domain, their arms linked. Jean-Luc stepped into his quarters and took a deep breath. He was happy to be at last back in his own territory.

“Sit down and I’ll get you a cup of tea.”

“No thank you Beverly, I have other plans.”

He approached Beverly from behind and startled her by sliding his arms around her.

“Beverly, would you give me a physical…a full physical?”

She turned to face him, the laughter evident in her incredible blue eyes.

“And you said I was incorrigible!”

Taking her hand, he led her into the bedroom and proceeded to make up for all the lost time.

 

 

 


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