Star Trek TNG - 01 Ghost Ship by Diane Carey

Author:Diane Carey [Diane Carey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Science Fiction, Star Trek
ISBN: 9780671746087
Publisher: Star Trek
Published: 2014-01-24T16:00:00+00:00

“Hi, Mom.”

Wesley Crusher raised his head as his mother strode into their quarters off the main sickbay. His face had the typical porcelain smoothness of sixteen-year-old skin, his hair combed a little too neatly, his clothing pin-straight on his skinny frame. He’d taken to looking more like that since the captain made him acting ensign. It seemed to Beverly Crusher that Wesley was keeping himself perfectly groomed just so he wouldn’t look out of place among the uniformed personnel on the bridge, and like any sixteen-year-old he carried it to extremes.

“Wes,” she began, not in greeting. “I need you to do something for me.”

He gladly turned away from his study tapes. “Sure, Mom. What?”

“Are you scheduled to go onto the bridge today?”

“Me? Well, not exactly. Mr. Data asked me to help him catalog some physics theories sometime this week, and I was going to use that as an excuse to go up there later—”

“Can you do that now?”

Wesley got to his feet, which made him suddenly as tall as his tall mother. “Really? I mean, how come?”

“Baby-sit the bridge for me.”

Wesley’s smooth face fractured. “Huh?”

“I want you to keep an eye on things for me. There’s something going on, and nobody’s sure what. It’s affecting Deanna Troi, and if I can’t have her expertise to call upon, then I want to at least keep a jump on conditions.”

Wesley grimaced. “Mom,” he began, “I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about.”

Dr. Crusher grinned sadly at him. “Call it medical intuition. Call it anything you want, but just be my spy on the bridge. I can’t go up there myself because I’ve got a lineup of pediatric checkups this afternoon, and besides, I’d be too obvious. Will you do it?”

He shrugged, sure there was a catch somewhere. “Of course I’ll do it.”

She patted the side of his face as she was given to do once in a while just to remind herself that this bright, lively, tall fellow was still the seven-and-a-half-pound infant who hardly ever slept a night through until he was twelve years old. “Thanks, buster. I’ll never forget this.”

She started toward the lab entrance, but turned when Wesley asked, “Mom, just what is it I’m supposed to be watching for?”

Beverly Crusher didn’t slacken her pace as she turned once again in midstride. “Use your imagination.”

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