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Wesley's Break, Part One
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Hey all,
Since Narav brought it up, here it is. Wesey's break. This is not to
be confused with the M/M stories being posted and reposted on
the 'net. This has additional parts that I didn't post before. Since
I con't find a Windows newsreader that doesn't uuencode and split
big files, I will mail it. Any comments would be appreciated. I will
continue this as I have time.
#include <std.disclaimer>
This story is mine, mine mine! But feel free to archive and repost. No
selling of this story alone or in a collection without consulting me. This
is in no way authorized by anyone but me.
Wesley's Break
Part 1 - Discoveries
'All that I been doing is sitting around!', thought Wesley. 'I am so
bored!'
His eyes hurt from staring at the screen for so long. Since he had
was on leave from the Academy, all of his studies had been
suspended to give him a 'break' from school. Not only a break from
all of his studies, but most of his duties had been too. The worse
part was that he wasn't scheduled to catch a transport to go back to
the Academy for another two weeks. He had requested to have some
more assignments, but the captain himself had insisted that he take
the time off. While the captain looked back on his time at the
academy with a certain fondness, he also remembered that it was the
busiest time in his life. Consequently Wesley started to do some
studying for his next few courses at the Academy. Advanced Biology
was one of his first courses, so he had been pouring through the
reference texts in the computer.
"...Wesley?"
"Huh? Who?" said Wesley. Suddenly he realized he was talking to
air, then he realized, "Crusher here."
"And here as well. Wesley, I expected you in the Lab 15 minutes
ago, or does your busy schedule have no room for quality time with
your mother?"
"Oh, sorry Mom. I was just think... Nevermind, I'll be there in a few
minutes, OK?"
"OK, Crusher out."
"Crusher out." he groaned.
"God, that really gets on my nerves." Wesley smiled to himself. He
glanced to the screen again and noticed what was one the screen.
"That's it. All I do is... no, I gotta get going." He taped the screen to
shut it off, and slipped out the door to Med Lab 3.
Beverly understood what Wesley was going through. There had
been times when the most she could look forward to in a day was a
couple of checkups, and some paperwork. However she never
complained about the slow times. All she had to do was to remember
the several times when she had to convert several of the ships cargo
bays into makeshift 'field hospitals' and run herself ragged for days
on end. To keep Wesley busy she had allowed him access to one of
the Med Labs that weren't being used. Fortunate the med lab was
visible through one of the windowed walls. Their original purpose
was to let the nurse on duty keep an eye on the patients, but in this
case it let her keep an eye on Wesley. She heard the familiar hiss of
the door, and Wesley strode in the door.
"Wesley, I let you borrow a whole lab to let you 'study' for the
advanced biology class, and you never use it." She said with a stern
look on her face.
"Oh, come on Mom. No one is using that lab and you know it." They
both smiled.
"Well maybe, but that doesn't get you out of doing some work. Now
you know what I am doing is against the Captain's orders, so if you
don't use it, you lose it." She said with a little more conviction in her
voice.
"OK, I do have some things I was working on."
"Anything I can help with. If I do say so myself, I am a little good in
biology." She smiled, knowing what the response would be.
"No thanks. Besides you won't be there when I am taking the Lab
finals in my courses." He said as he wandered over to the Lab.
She could see a few of the monitors from her office, and she could
see the diagrams of organs from species in this sector.
Wesley powered up the main terminal in the lab. He had the info that
he was looking at in his quarters up on the screen. He had lofty
goals, and he didn't expect to finish the project, but he had stumbled
onto something. He started to work furiously, having the computer
run simulations, and tests on his new hypothesis.
Beverly came into the lab first thing in the morning, and Wesley was
already there, or had he never left? She thought that he must be tired,
but then realized that he was doing what he loved best. He was
working. She decided to let him have his 'fun', but that she would
have a talk with him later.
Wesley had been working furiously. His first test was ready. He had
run the simulations dozens of times over the last night. Maybe it
was the excitement or maybe it was the lack of sleep, be he picked
up the hypospray and put it up to his own arm. He heard the hiss,
and then he decided to go scan himself on one of the med station's
bed. He turned off his terminal, turned on the bed sensors, and then
slipped into sleep. The lights lowered in the lab.
'Good', Beverly thought. 'He needs the rest.'
End Part 1
Part 2 - Awakenings
Wesley blinked a few times and slowly lifted himself from the bed.
He blinked a couple more times and realized that the lights had been
turned down in the lab. He was ready to have the computer raise the
lights slowly when they suddenly snapped back to full strength.
"Well, it's about time, I thought I was going..."
"What do you think you were doing!?! First you pester me to come
down here, now you stick red hot pokers in my eyes. Can't I have
just a moment of peace?" He spun around and walked away to clean
up a bit.
Beverly choked back a response and went back to her office. She
would let him cool off a little and come back later to have a little
'chat'. He had definitely never talked to her like that before.
Wesley splashed some water on his face. 'That bitch! I really wish I
could teach her a lesson.' Suddenly images and ideas began
popping into his head. 'Yes of course! My research. I can adapt it
for a little surprise.' Wesley's original research had been into
slowing the aging process. While working he had found that he could
create certain viruses that cause certain positive reactions in
humans. He had used his first test injection on himself, and he
would check the results later, but for now he had to have his revenge.
He decided to see what would happen if he let the computer do a little
alteration on his project. Most of the lesser security programs
allowed even a rank of 'Ensign' access to some of the less important
systems. A little alteration, programming, and creativity should do
the trick.
"Let's see." Wesley said. "Ah! Computer, we must have a talk."
"Two hot fudge sundaes. Extra hot fudge." The computer whirred and
'magically' the sundaes appeared. Beverly thought it must be magic
to make sundaes this good.
"Beverly! I'm shocked. Rough day?" The counselor gladly took the
treat from the good doctor and curled up on her sofa. She hadn't
thought this was going to be a professional visit, but any doubts she
had were washed away. "Is it Wesley?" she asked with genuine
sincerity.
"Yes. Not only has he been running himself ragged in the lab
studying, but he snapped at me today."
"Well, he has been under a lot of stress at the Academy lately.
Maybe it's good that he gets it out of his system now. Don't worry,
he'll come out of it."
"But he has been working himself so hard. I only let him do it,
because he seems happy doing his little projects. Maybe we need
the Borg to attack us, or a warp core breach or something to keep him
busy." she quipped. "I would appreciate it if you would talk to him.
Not in a forced environment, but if you could just stop in and talk."
"I don't know."
"Oh please? I will make you the best banana split you ever had if you
do this, OK?"
"Well, all right. But I expect a lot of whipped cream." She said as
she dropped the spoon into the empty dish.
"Thanks Deanna." She put down her also empty dish and gave the
counselor a big hug. Deanna felt a little strange, but accepted the
hug.
After that Beverly picked up the two dishes, took them to the
replicator and left. She didn't know what came over her, but she
shrugged it off for now.
End Part 2
Part 3 - The Experiment
The computer beeped. Wesley looked over at the terminal. "The
counselor's quarters. Bonus."
He was examining the results from his extended scan. He hadn't
found anything wrong yet. His first experiment was with the
chemicals dealing with brain activity. He had created a virus that
would help to increase his brain activity. It wasn't meant to be a
permanent change, he had already worked out a 'cure' for the virus.
Sure the computers could run perfect simulations of what chemicals
could do on the brain, but he needed to know exactly what the results
would be. In hindsight picking himself as the first subject wasn't all
that bright, but he was tired, and there wasn't anything he could do
now. However there were no regrets in Wesley's mind. Ideas and
thoughts were coming quickly and clearly to his mind. He hadn't felt
this refreshed in a long time. He kept thinking back to how easy it
was to enter the ship's computer and enact a little 'revenge' on his
mother. He thought that he should start to expand his tests, but he
needed to run a few tests first.
Just then he heard the familiar hiss of the doors for the other room.
"Hello? Doctor?" Ensign Ro said as she walked to the doctor's office.
She never really ever needed the services of the doctors on the
Enterprise, and as such was very uncomfortable in this environment.
Normally she wouldn't even think of coming to the labs, but she
wanted to have someone check on her arm. She was doing a
particularly vigorous workout the other day, and her arm was still
sore. She wouldn't think this was the sort of thing to annoy the Chief
Medical Officer about, but since her cabin was just down the hall, she
thought she would just stop in.
"Doctor? Doctor Crusher? Are you here?" she said peering through
the window into the main office.
"She's not here right now." Ro spun quickly, too quickly. She
bumped her arm on the door frame and fire shot through her arm.
She let out a little whimper, and immediately grabbed her arm.
Wesley quickly came over and said "Are you OK? I'm really sorry, I
didn't mean to startle you." Ro chuckled. "You just caught me off
guard. Your Wesley, right? Is your Mother around? As you can see I
need a little bit of help."
"Oh, I can have a medical team here in under a minute."
"No, no. It's not all that serious.
I'll just come back later." Ro turned to leave.
"Wait. I feel bad. Here come over to the other lab, let me take a look
at it. You don't grow up as a doctor's child and not learn a little about
the trade." Wesley led Ro into the lab, instructed her to get up on the
bed, and let him take a look at the arm. Ro tried to roll up the sleeve
on her tunic, but the pain flared up again.
"Oh, sorry again. I guess I should brush up on my bedside manner."
He ran into the other room and grabbed a hypo spray with a pain
inhibitor. He placed it up to her arm and heard the familiar hiss.
Once again the ideas began to flood his mind.
"Your bedside needs work, but at least you work fast. How come no
one is in here. I mean this is a medical lab isn't it?"
"Yes, but Mom, I mean Dr. Crusher, said that since it was so slow
she was going to give some of the medical staff some R&R. She has
minimal staffing in all of the labs, and she thought since she was the
Chief, she would take care of the lab herself. Besides, most of the
staff has quarters near here and can be here..."
"...in under a minute. I got that. Well I've gotta get back to my
quarters I have a couple of days off myself, and plan to rest up." Ro
began to get up.
"Hold on." Wesley said. "I wouldn't be much of a doctor if I didn't
see that arm. Now roll up that sleeve." Ro was about to protest, but
decided to humor him. As she rolled up her sleeve she found a
rather large black and blue mark on her arm.
"Oh." remarked Wesley. "That doesn't look so good. Here, I have
just the thing to take care of that." Ro realized that this was a little
worse than she thought. "Is this going to take long?"
"No, but swing your legs up on the bed. This next injection makes
people a little dizzy." Wesley grabbed one of his hyposprays from
next to the terminal. This one was actually designed to help
regenerate damaged tissue on a large scale, but he figured that it
couldn't do much harm. Besides, he had the 'cure' if it didn't work,
and he could have one of the other doctors look at her if it didn't work.
After all, he wasn't a doctor.
He pressed the hypospray against Ro's arm and again it's contents
were injected into her bloodstream. Almost immediately the
discoloration left her arm. Ro's eyes rolled upwards, and he eyelids
fluttered shut. She had passed out. What would Wesley do? He
quickly studied the readouts from the sensors in the bed. He
discovered that her vital signs were strong, and she safely asleep.
He shrugged and figured that she had fainted.
End Part 3
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