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Posted: Sun, 29 Feb 2004 13:01:49 GMT  
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From: "Heather Smyth"  
 

Title: Vengance From The Past.
Author: Heather Smyth
Series: TNG
Part: 7/?
Rating: R
Code: P/C
Disclaimer: Paramount owns all Startrek and I drive no financial gain from
this story...just a little fun.
Summary: See part one.

             Over the next four days he did improve. He went from standing
for one minute to enduring five minutes before analgesics were administered.
The altered shoes fitted better and offered the needed support and he was
delighted when Selar told him he could be discharged to his quarters the
next day.
On the morning of his liberation, Beverly breezed in, wearing her uniform.
"What's this?"
"I'm back on restricted duty. I still have the odd regen treatment, but to
all intents and purposes, I'm healed."
"Bravo! Care to wheel me to my quarters?"
"Gladly."
As they travelled through the ship, Jean-Luc was embarrassed to have several
crewmembers enquire after his health. He gave only perfunctory replies and
was relieved when they reached his cabin. Beverly understood his discomfort
and left him by the viewports for a while as she replicated them some hot
drinks. She placed his on the table by his hand, then withdrew to the sofa.
After a while, he sighed and reached for the steaming cup of Earl Grey.
Sipping it, he muttered,
"Thank you."
"Better now?"
"Yes. That was.difficult."
"I know, but it's over. You're home now."
He turned and smiled at her, the special smile he reserved for her only.
"Jean-Luc.do you want me to take over your case from Selar?"
"Do you think she would mind?"
"She's a Vulcan Jean-Luc. She wouldn't mind, but is it what you want?"
He thought for a moment then smiled again.
"Yes Beverly. I can think of no one else I'd rather have looking after me.
Make it so."
She laughed and came to sit by his side.
"The braces go on tomorrow.are you ready for that?"
He nodded.
"With you at my side, I could do anything."
"Flatterer."
"No really Beverly, I'm ready."
"Good. Well, I'm going back to Sickbay. I'll come back in a few hours to set
up the regen unit and begin therapy. Will you be ok 'til then?"
He nodded and patted his wheelchair.
"As long as I have my trusty chariot, I'll be fine."
"Alright then, I'll be going."
She leaned over and kissed him softly. He tried to deepen the kiss, but she
pulled away and shook her head.
"Not now my love, duty calls. I'll see you later."
He turned the chair to watch her leave and marvelled at her svelte shape as
she walked through the door.



He was ready when Beverly and a technician arrived the next morning. Just
out of the shower, he was in briefs and robe, sitting at his desk when the
door annunciator went off.
"Come."
"Good morning Captain. Anders and I have come to fit you with your braces."
Jean-Luc could see the cumbersome devices and grimaced inwardly.
"Very well, come in."
Anders helped him into his wheelchair and moved him to the sofa, then helped
him to be seated again. Undoing his robe, Jean-Luc watched as Beverly and
Anders attached the braces to his boots and made sure the hinges worked
smoothly. Beverly knelt before him and gently slipped on the socks, then,
with great care, manipulated his legs one at a time into the braces. She
finished by manoeuvring on his boots then sat back and placed her hands on
his thighs. His legs were now encased in blue sponge and metal, fixed at the
thigh, knee, calf and heel.
"Ok, where are your crutches?"
"In my bedroom."
She left momentarily and returned with the aids. She helped him locate them
on his arms, then stood in front of him.
"Right, we do this just the same as in Sickbay. Stand slowly and put the
weight on the crutches."
Beverly and Anders stood each side of Jean-Luc as he slowly rose from the
sofa. As his feet took the weight, he felt the now familiar spike of pain in
his legs and feet, but gritted his teeth and ignored it.
"How are you doing?"
He nodded and closed his eyes, waiting for the pain to plateau. When it did,
he looked at Beverly and smiled.
"So far, so good."
Beverly left Anders at his shoulder and stepped away from him.
"Ok Jean-Luc, place the crutches in front of you and see if you can step up
to them."
He took a large breath and did as she asked, placing the crutches a short
distance ahead of his feet. Then, clenching his jaw, he stepped forward with
his left leg. As his foot left, then regained the floor, the pain bloomed
with sinister intensity. He hesitated, then brought his right foot forward
to meet its mate. It was too much. Agony lanced through his feet and his
knees started to buckle. Beverly and her companion were with him
immediately. They took his weight and ushered him backwards until he felt
the sofa behind his legs. Sinking into it gratefully, Bevery administered a
hypospray of analgesic and waited until he regained himself.
"How is it now?"
He nodded and allowed his head to fall back on the sofa. After a moment, he
found his voice.
"Not a resounding success."
"I wouldn't say that. You took a full step unaided. I'd say you did damn
well."
"What now?"
Beverly sat beside him and looked at his legs sympathetically.
"Are you in any pain now?"
He shook his head.
"We try again."
He looked at her incredulously.
"You've got to be joking!"
"Nope. The only way you're going to learn to walk again is to use those
legs."
"But Beverly."
"Come on Captain.on your feet."
He lowered his eyes and shook his head in disbelief. He did, however, gather
himself for another attempt. Once again standing in front of him, Beverly
watched as he slowly stood. She nodded and gestured with her hand.
"Ok, good. Now come to me."
With painful slowness, Jean-Luc placed the crutches in front of him and
dragged his feet forward. One, two then three halting steps had him standing
in front of Beverly.
"Excellent Jean-Luc. See if you can turn around and return to the sofa."
Turning slowly to his left, bit-by-bit Jean-Luc turned and made his way back
to the sofa. Once again turning, he was grateful when his two helpers aided
him in sitting.
Anders and Beverly quickly and expertly removed the braces and boots then
Anders helped Jean-Luc into his wheelchair. At Beverly's request, he was
taken to his bedroom and placed on the bed. Beverly replicated some salve
and they massaged his legs and feet thoroughly. A deep throbbing was
creeping down his legs to his feet and when Beverly scanned him with the
tricorder she noted his discomfort. She gave him more painkiller and topped
it off with a mild sedative. As he felt the warmth of lethargy sweep over
him, Jean-Luc sighed and looked up at the Doctor.
"So, how did I do?"
Beverly smiled and covered him with the blankets.
"Brilliantly. Now you get some sleep and we'll be back later to do a regen
treatment."
He nodded, his eyes drifting closed.




          Later that evening Beverly was again at Jean-Luc's door, this time
out of uniform.
When he bade her entry, she smiled to herself at his reaction to her. He sat
in his chair, mouth slightly agape, staring openly.
"You like?"
The soft emerald dress clung like a second skin. Gathered at the shoulders,
it plunged front and rear, exposing her milky skin to his heated gaze.
Ending above the knee, her long legs ended in elegant shoes of exactly the
same hue. Her lustrous red hair was left down, curling softly around her
shoulders.
He nodded then recovered enough to grin.
"Oh yes, I like! You look absolutely gorgeous Beverly. Come here."
She sauntered over and stood before him, one hand on her cocked hip.
Crooking a finger, he beckoned her forward. She leaned down and his hand
cradled her face as he kissed her softly. She straightened and smiled
sultrily down at him.
"What's for dinner?"
"What?"
"Dinner Jean-Luc, you know food.the evening meal?"
"Oh! Yes, yes of course. Come to the table and I'll show you."
She walked beside him as he wheeled over to the dinner table. It was set
elegantly with a lovely floral centrepiece.
"Do you remember that restaurant on Hellos? The one where Walker and Jack
smashed all those plates?"
Beverly laughed and pinched the bridge of her nose.
"God yes. I thought we were going to be barred for life!"
"Well, if I'm not mistaken, this is what you ordered that night."
He lifted the cover off the tureen and the delicious aroma wafted up to
Beverly's nose.
"Oh my God, I remember that soup.it was sensational. Do you have that bread,
the crusty one?"
He uncovered another plate to reveal warm crusty rolls.
"And I remembered the dessert too."
She knelt beside his chair and kissed him softly.
"Jean-Luc you're a marvel."
They ate in companionable silence, gazing at each other and touching often.
When the meal finished, they moved to the lounge area with a bottle of wine.
Beverly helped Jean-Luc to sit on the sofa and soon snuggled up to him,
drawing her feet up.
"That was a wonderful meal Jean-Luc. What made you think of Hellos?"
"Well I recalled how much you enjoyed the food, but I also remember how you
laughed at Jack and Walker."
She smiled at the memory and pulled back to look at him.
"Why didn't you smash any plates?"
He grinned ruefully and lowered his head.
"I was too busy watching you. I was entranced."
She sighed and ran her finger from his eyebrow to his chin. He reached up
and caught her hand, bringing it to his lips for a gentle kiss. She leaned
in and kissed him with gentle pressure. He lifted his hand and slid it
through her hair pulling her closer. She responded by deepening the kiss and
when his tongue flicked over her lips, she opened to him and accepted his
passion within her mouth.
His free hand crept up to her breast and brushed over the hardening nipple.
She sighed and arched into his hand, her own hand trailing up the inside of
his thigh to dally at his growing erection.
He tapered off the kiss and slowly moved his lips over her jaw and down the
ivory column of her neck. He nuzzled her and kneaded the breast in his hand,
all the while whispering to her in his native tongue.
She suddenly placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed away. Her eyes
were smouldering as she looked at him. She slowly stood and helped him into
his chair, then pushed him quickly into his bedroom where she again aided
him to sit on the bed. She knelt before him and undid his shirt, helping him
out of it. She then undid the fastener of his trousers and he lay back as
she slid them from his lean body. Shoes and socks disappeared next leaving
him clad only in his briefs. She swung his legs over and helped him to lie
on the bed, his head resting on the pillows. She stood and gazed down at
him, licking her lips as she noted his straining erection confined in his
briefs.
With deliberate slowness she lowered the closure of her dress and slid it
from her form. As it puddled at her feet, she stepped out of it then slipped
off her shoes. Next she reached behind her and undid her lacy bra, shrugging
her shoulders to hasten its departure. As it fell to the floor, she hooked
her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and lowered them with
tantalising sloth.
Jean-Luc raised himself on his elbows and watched fascinated as his lover
completed her disrobing. Already considerably aroused, he hardened further
as her beautiful nude body came into view. He held out an arm to her.
"Beverly."
She stretched out beside him and rested on her elbow. Gently kissing him,
she allowed her hand to drift down his torso to trace his outline in his
underwear. He moaned into her mouth, his own hand finding her breast. The
nipple stiffened as he rolled it between finger and thumb, her back arching.
His fingers released the hard nub and his hand opened to cup the breast,
kneading it firmly. Beverly's questing fingers slipped under the waistband
of his briefs and he gasped when she gripped him lightly.
Beverly broke the kiss and bit his earlobe, whispering huskily,
"Do you know what I discovered I can do?"
Breathless with desire, he could only shake his head.
"I can kneel for long periods of time."
He smiled and closed his eyes, thoroughly distracted with what she was doing
to his penis. He felt the bed shift and opened his eyes to watch her leave
him to position herself between his legs. She slowly slid his briefs off and
tossed them over her shoulder.
Then she leaned forward and trailed one nipple up the length of his shaft.
His erection twitched involuntarily and he groaned, unable to stop the
gentle thrust of his hips. She continued up his body and presented him with
her breasts, which he immediately caressed. Taking a nipple into his mouth,
he sucked firmly, drawing the nipple further into the depths of his heat.
Beverly moaned and brushed her pubic hair over his penis making him thrust
again. He released the nipple and transferred his attentions to the other
breast, lavishing it with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. She
straddled him and slid herself up and down his length, moaning with delight
at the sensation.
His mouth released her breast as his hands took over, moulding their shapes
with strong caresses. His head strained back, his eyes closed, he whispered
to his lover.
"Beverly I need you."
She lifted her hips and reached down to position him. As she slowly lowered
herself, he growled his desire and gripped her hips, pulling her down onto
him. When her hips met his she ground herself in a circular fashion as he
pushed up, their connection electrifying.
Her hands went to his chest, splayed out and buried in the softly curling
hair. She rose up and lowered herself slowly feeling every vein, every
contour of him. As she came down he arched up to meet her and gradually a
rhythm developed. Gentle at first, it quickly gained momentum until they
were pounding into each other. Jean-Luc moved one hand to stroke her
clitoris in time with their thrusts and Beverly soon felt the onrush of her
climax. She quickened her pace and gasped,
"Oh God yes Jean-Luc, please.please."
And then it was on her, washing over her in waves of indescribable ecstasy.
She shuddered and called out his name then fell forward as he continued to
thrust. He held her tightly as her internal muscles contracted and thrust
hard a few more times before he suddenly stiffened and pushed himself up
into her. He jerked as he pumped his semen within her and shouted with
exultation as the orgasm ripped through him.

               It was some time before they regained their senses. Beverly
slowly straightened her legs and they rolled onto their sides, still
breathless. Jean-Luc kissed her softly and whispered,
"Oh God Beverly, that was.that was."
She smiled and nuzzled his neck.
"Yes it was, wasn't it?"
He pulled her to him and cuddled her, revelling in her softness.
"It's been a long time my love."
"I know Jean-Luc.too long. I'm glad everything works."
"As am I."
Jean-Luc reached down and gathered the blankets, covering them. As they
drifted off to sleep he whispered,
"I love you mon coeur."





              Over then next four days he continued to have walking practise
in his quarters but eventually Beverly had to broach the delicate subject.
"Well Jean-Luc we've taken it as far as we can here."
He looked up from studying his feet and frowned.
"What do you mean?"
"We need to move the lessons on."
"I don't understand."
Beverly sighed and came to sit with him.
"Jean-Luc we need to take this therapy to the physiotherapy room."
He looked at her aghast.
"Beverly I do not want to make this a public spectacle! Why can't we
continue here, in private?"
"Because Jean-Luc you need to learn new skills, like walking up stairs, for
instance. We can't do that here."
"Beverly."
"No Jean-Luc, don't take that tone with me. Trust me, it's for your own
good."
He scowled at her, but seeing it was having no effect, tried one last time
to make her change her mind.
"I could have all the equipment we need brought here. It would."
"No."
He sighed and admitted defeat.
"You're a hard woman Beverly Crusher."
She laughed and patted his knee.
"I can be the wicked witch of the west when I need to be. Come on let's get
you dressed and then we'll go to the therapy room."



He stood, supported by the crutches and the braces on one side of the room.
Ten metres away, on the other side, stood Beverly. In between them was the
distance he had to traverse.
"Ok Jean-Luc, do it just like we practised in your quarters. Concentrate."
He sighed and stared down at his now black boots.
"Well, fortune is supposed to favour the brave."
He moved the crutches forward and stepped up, repeating the process as he
slowly made progress across the room. Feeling more confident than he was, he
chanced a look up at Beverly and almost immediately lost his balance. With
the braces restraining his legs, he couldn't compensate for the loss and
toppled over, landing in a tangle with his crutches.
"Merde!"
Beverly was at his side instantly.
"Are you all right?"
He didn't respond at first, choosing instead to sit and fume.
"Jean-Luc, I asked."
"Yes dammit, I'm fine, just dandy. Help me up."
Beverly bit back the acerbic reply to his order and helped him regain his
feet.
"How's the pain?"
"I'm coping. Can we get on with this torture?"
Holding her breath and counting to ten, Beverly crossed to her place and
waited for him to continue.
"When you're ready Captain."
He grunted gutturally and once again started forward. With no further
mishaps, he made it across the room and stood before Beverly slightly out of
breath, his mood still dark.
"Good Captain. Now go back across."
He glared and slowly turned and made his careful way back across the room.
Having achieved that Beverly let him sit while she and an orderly set up a
ramp in the middle of the room. In all it was four metres long, rising to a
height of one metre in its middle.
Beverly sauntered over to the watching Jean-Luc and gestured at the ramp.
"What do you think?"
He snorted and shrugged his shoulders.
"What does it matter what I think?"
Beverly closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. Taking a deep
breath, she hunkered down in front of him and placed her hands on his knees.
"Don't fight me Jean-Luc. You know we have to do this and you're only making
it harder for yourself with this adversarial attitude. I know it's hard and
I also understand your embarrassment, but work with me Jean-Luc.please?"
He closed his eyes and lowered his head before nodding once.
"Ok then. For this one Paul and I will stay at your sides. Use the same
method as before and take your time."
She took her place at his side, the orderly positioned opposite. Jean-Luc
rose on trembling legs and made his slow way to the ramp.
"Now remember, swing your legs from the hip and allow your knee to bend. I
want your heel to make firm contact with the floor."
He nodded and began the climb up the ramp. Going up wasn't too bad. Coming
down was another matter entirely. He bent too far forward over his crutches
and overbalanced. He was about to pitch froward when the two helpers caught
him. They held him firmly while he righted himself, letting go when he felt
ready. Again he started and again he almost fell. Tiredness was taking hold
and pain was dogging his faltering steps. Beverly noticed the light sheen of
sweat on his face and gestured to Paul to help her guide him to the waiting
wheelchair.
"How bad is it?"
"Bad and getting rapidly worse." He grunted through gritted teeth.
She delivered a dose of painkiller and watched as he relaxed.
"You should have said something, I'm not a mind reader." She said testily.
"We'll call it a day for now, I'll have Paul take you back to your quarters.
He can help you take a bath."
He looked up at her and could plainly see she was irritated with him.
"Beverly."
"I'll see you tonight Captain."
The use of his rank stung him and made him realise how his behaviour had
soured the usually patient Doctor.
He was silent for the duration of the journey to his cabin and remained so
as the orderly helped him to bathe and change. Having dismissed his aide, it
was a very pensive Jean-Luc who sat on his sofa that afternoon.






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