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First Meetings by HonorH [Reviews - 16]  Chapter or Story Author's Notes: Captain Jack and Wesley Crusher (Star Trek: The Next Generation) for asrai99. | |
Jack was walking the promenade on Archer Station when he was nearly bowled over by a small, brown-haired projectile.
"Whoa!" Jack caught the kid--a small boy of perhaps five or six years--before he face-planted on the deck. "What's the rush, big guy?"
"Sorry, sir," said the little boy.
Starfleet brat, thought Jack automatically; his manners said the boy was being raised in a military home. He crouched down so he was at eye-level with the boy. "You lose someone?"
"I can't find my mom," said the boy. "I'm seeking higher ground so I can see better."
Jack couldn't help the huge grin that split his face. Smart little cookie, this kid. Adorable face, on the scrawny side, very serious brown eyes, messy hair--he actually reminded Jack just a little of the Doctor.
"Tell you what: Why don't I take you to station admin, and they can send out a bulletin for your mom to come pick you up at the office?" Jack stuck out his hand. "I'm Captain Jack Harkness. What's your name?"
The kid gave his hand a firm shake. "Wesley Crusher. Did you know my dad's name was Jack?"
"I didn't know that, no," said Jack, grin fading a bit. Wesley spoke of his dad in the past tense, and Jack had a feeling there was a good reason for that. "What's your mom look like, so I'll know her if I see her on the way to the office?"
"She has red hair, and she's a medical officer," said Wesley, taking Jack's hand again as Jack stood up.
A few seconds later, Jack spotted an attractive woman with bright red hair in a blue uniform who was very clearly looking for someone. He steered Wesley toward her.
"Ma'am? Did you lose someone?" Jack called as they approached her.
"Mom!" Wesley pulled his hand from Jack's and ran to his mother, who scooped him up in an embrace.
"Wesley, I told you not to wander off," she scolded gently, and smiled at Jack. "Thank you, sir. I'm afraid my son's rather easily distracted."
"Comes of being bright," said Jack. "Captain Jack Harkness, and I have the privilege of meeting . . ?"
"Dr. Beverly Crusher." She set Wesley down and shook Jack's hand. Her eyes flickered briefly at his name, but that was her only reaction. Jack thought her grief must be an old one.
Jack gave her his patented smile. "Pleasure to meet you both. Where are you headed?"
"I've been stationed on Deep Space One," said Beverly.
"Really? We'll practically be neighbors, then. I'm headed out to join the terraforming crew on Halpern; DS1 is our supply base."
Beverly glanced over his uniform. "You're not Starfleet."
"No; I'm with the Torchwood Archive," said Jack. "You'll usually find a few of us on surveys of new worlds."
"How fascinating!" Beverly's eyes lit up. "I did a school report on Torchwood when I was a teenager. The history of the organization is just astounding."
"And that's just what's been made public." Jack gave her a wink. "I could tell you stories, Beverly. Maybe I will if we run into each other again."
A soft blush stained her pale cheeks, but she lifted her chin in a confident manner. "Let's hope, then."
"I certainly do." He reached down to ruffle Wesley's hair. "Great meeting you, big guy. Beverly, it's been a pleasure." He swept up one of her hands and brushed a kiss across the knuckles.
He'd definitely be seeing the two of them again.
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