BEST TNG CRUSHER/FEMALE STORY (tied)

Title: FANTASY GIRL

Author: J. Juls (jjuls@tbc.net)

Series: TNG

Rating: NC-17

Codes: C/L. Brahms

Summary: A listless Beverly Crusher innocently blunders into one of Geordi's holodeck sins. Could her behavior come back to haunt her?

Disclaimer: Bev, Leah, giant space-going lifeforms, and nacelles all property of Paramount Corporation. Me just write little story.

Notes: Many thanks to Rich, Jat, and Meg for Beta!

Note 2: Part of the Femme Fuh-Q Fest - http://www.oocities.org/femme_fuhq_fest/

FANTASY GIRL

"My, what delicious soup! What is this called again?"

"Uhh, I think it's Rahmansu."

"Mmm. The Romulans certainly know their soup! I'm truly enjoying all seven flavors. Where *do* you come up with these wonderful breakfast ideas, Beverly?"

[I just ask the computer to pick foods from a random planet every day.] "Oh, just a woman's touch." She smiled and pushed away the rancid-tasting gruel. [Yuck. I'll just whip up some croissants after Jean-Luc leaves.] "So...what have you been up to lately, Jean-Luc?"

Jean-Luc became suddenly agitated. "Oh, I forgot to tell you--I found out something so *interesting* yesterday, Beverly. Truly galaxy-shaking news. You'll never believe it!"

[Hmmm, this ought to be good.] "What is it?"

"Archaeologists have been excavating the site of Princeton University; it was a university that Khan destroyed in the Eugenics Wars."

"Yes, of course." [Oooo, more archaeology.]

"They've apparently dug up a proof of Fermat's Last Theorem!" Now Jean-Luc was so happy, he had to jump up and pace around the room. "Can you believe it? I just love Fermat's Last Theorem; it's so *interesting*! And archaeology together with it! You know how exciting archaeology is! This is even more fun than ancient Bajoran aqueduct systems!"

"How fascinating. Ahem. Wow, I'd love to continue this conversation, Jean-Luc, but I really have to get ready for work."

"Oh, of course, Beverly. Duty calls. I just must have one more taste of this Rahmansu. :::schlurp::: Delicious! I only hope I'll someday have the chance to go to Romulus and see whether the real stuff is as good as our computer makes."

"Ohhh, nobody cooks like our computer!"

"Ahh, yes. Farewell, Beverly!" With that, he breezed out the door.

"Go ahead."

"I am sorry that I shall not be able to keep my appointment today. I must further prepare my research for our mission to the Guernika system, and..."

"That's quite all right, Mr. Data. Why don't you reschedule for tomorrow?"

"Certainly. Data out."

Bev sighed in relief. She didn't really want to teach dancing to Data; only her overdeveloped sense of duty had made her agree in the first place. But what to do instead?

She beamed the dirty dishes off the table and then wandered around the room, fiddling with her flower arrangements. Her eye was drawn to the drawer containing her new subspace vibrator. [Should I? No, what a waste of time. Might as well go to Holodeck 3, since I reserved it.]

When she got to the holodeck, however, it was still in use. [I guess I *am* a bit early.] She daydreamed for a while; when she looked at the time display again, it was 0808. Some people had no manners! Beverly studied the display: "Simulation LaForge 9140.4, 1701-D Engine Design Lab, Theoretical Propulsion Group, Room 5, Utopia Planetia Fleet Yards, Stardate 40174. In use by Lt. Commander LaForge."

Leave it to Geordi to get so caught up in his work that he wouldn't end his sim on time. Displaying past holodeck records, she noticed that Geordi had been using this simulation practically every day for almost a year! Could there be some serious design flaw in the engines? She shook her head in worry and raised her hand to push the door chime. Just then the door slid open.

A disheveled madman--no, wait, it was Geordi--raced out of the holodeck. His VISOR was on a little crooked, one pantleg was tucked partially into his boot, and his uniform was slightly askew. His commbadge fell off; he ducked hastily to grab it. As he got up, he seemed to notice her for the first time.

"Oh! I, uh, um, Doctor Crusher! Ah, I'm sorry, did I run over time?" Breathing heavily, he looked around as if checking for other witnesses.

Bev didn't quite know what to say. "Are you feeling all right, Commander?"

"Uh, yeah, thanks for asking." He started inching backward down the corridor, talking to her on his way to the turbolift. "I had to change clothes after I got out of the, uh, nacelle. And it's pretty hot in there. Well, I have to get to my 0800 meeting; 'bye!" He dashed off.

Now Beverly was *very* worried about the engines. She had never seen Geordi so agitated.

She wandered absently into the holodeck, the engines on her mind. What was so wrong with them that Geordi was working on them that much? He obviously hadn't wanted anyone to see him; why? What was wrong that he couldn't tell Jean-Luc about? Had he made some kind of modification that had turned out to be dangerous? Maybe Jean-Luc knew and just wasn't saying. The old burrhog could be pretty stoic sometimes. All the time. Beverly closed her eyes and decided to forget about the whole thing for at least 20 minutes.

"Computer. Venusia Beach."

Warm, salty breezes caressed her body, even more when she removed her clothing. She picked up the sunglasses from her lounge chair and relaxed, putting them on and easing into the comfy seat. Venusia produced no ultraviolet light, but she felt more normal wearing the sunglasses anyway...[Weather certainly is nice here]...[Weather's *always* nice here; what am I *thinking*?]....She sighed and got up, put on her uniform. Forget it. "Computer. Execute previous holoprogram." She had just finished putting on her boots when the program changed.

"Hi! I'm *so* glad you came back!" Now the footsteps were running, jumping, skipping a few steps, bam! A plain, but not unpleasant-looking, human woman appeared and then did a double-take at Bev. "Oh, you're not Geordi!" She sounded disappointed, but then brightened. "But I'm glad you're here anyway!" She ran toward Beverly. Then Beverly noticed she was undoing the top of her science-lab jumpsuit.

"I couldn't have waited much longer!" she squealed, bosom heaving. Bev stepped back. The woman advanced, slipping the jumpsuit off her shoulders, down to her waist, revealing firm breasts jiggling with each stride. Bev stepped back again. "I was sooooo horny up there in the nacelle. You know, the *pulsating*, *throbbing* nacelle! You don't know what I almost did with that sonic driver!" The woman caressed her own breasts, around and around; then her hand dove down between the bouncy mounds to ease the jumpsuit off her hips. Beverly stepped back again and hit the holodeck wall.

"Computer..."

The woman kicked off her jumpsuit and ran her fingers through her unattractively-styled brown hair. "Ohhh, I can't wait any more! I'm so unbelievably horny."

Bev, in shock, didn't move as the woman dove onto her, rudely unsealing her uniform and ripping the bodice off down to the waist; Beverly felt her breasts fall free of the suit antigravs and start to prickle in the cold air as the woman licked her navel, tickling. "I (schlurp) love the (schlurp) uniform. It makes you look so (schlurp)...fascist. Like an FSA agent." Beverly felt warm hands around her waist, now rubbing her back, now tugging her uniform down, down, with her own hands still imprisoned in the tight sleeves.

"Who..." She tried again. "Who...are you?"

The woman stopped, confused, looking Beverly in the eyes. "You *know* they always call me 'bitch.' But you can call me 'darling' if you want, pleeeez? Call me 'darling.'"

"Don't you have a name? Did Geordi program you?"

"I can't talk any more; I'm just too *horny*!"

"Actually, I have to leave now, sorry." Bev started gathering her uniform up over her breasts, getting her thoughts in order. This wasn't any engine sim at all! Geordi had just been hiding his little whorogram in this lab!

Suddenly her uniform was pulled right out of her hands again and yanked completely off down to mid-hip. "C'mon, Boss, I'm sooo horny today! Let's quit the talking and get down to business."

"Computer, lock door." What the heck? She still had sixteen minutes left.

The hologram slid off her, running a hand over her thigh. Beverly, stunned, licked her lips and wiped sweat off her brow. As her brain gradually started working again, though, she almost laughed at herself for doing this, like some pathetic creature who couldn't find her own real girlfriend, like.... How long had Geordi been using this program again? Oh, yes, a year.

She lay on the hard floor, absently fondling the woman's soft belly. It was plump, a bit doughy, quite real. This woman wasn't your typical whorogram, all boobs and bony angles.

The woman looked up from her study of Beverly's toes. "All my friends call me Lee."

[Huh? Oh, her name.] So many questions she had about this hologram! It seemed much more developed than a typical holodeck character, let alone a whorogram--Bev had heard they behaved more like plastic party dolls than humans. Oh, yes, manners. Might as well try manners, even on a whorogram. "My name's Beverly." She paused, sat up. "When were you created?"

Lee giggled. "You're such a talker. A lot more than Geordi. He usually runs off or goes to sleep."

"I'd really like to know, if you don't mind."

"Okay, Boss." Beverly winced at the name. "My original personality was simulated on Stardate 40056, the same date as my appearance. My original personality had a 90.73% accuracy ratio."

"Accuracy? You mean you're a simulation of a real person?" Beverly was appalled. She reached over to grab her uniform and started getting into it. Suddenly, what she had just done was giving her the willies.

"Yes."

"And...who made you?"

"Original personality profile done by Dr. Simon Frakidore."

"But...you were modified." Any nymphomaniac as serious as this would definitely be under treatment.

"Yes, my personality was modified on Stardates 43205, 43892, 44001, and 44308 by Lt. Commander Geordi LaForge."

"Of course it was; of course it was." Beverly was backing her way toward the exit already. She could have used three or four more of those fantastic orgasms, but not from *this* program. Anyway, there wasn't time. "Ummm, thank--thank you for, ummm.... Computer, end program. Exit."

She really *would* have to have a little talk with Geordi.

"Mr. LaForge," she said under her breath, "you had no privacy code on that program. You know it's not unusual for crewmembers to use each other's holoprograms. But you, simulating real people..." They both started as their table was jostled.

"Excuse me, sorry, sorry..." Reg Barclay was making his way across the middle of the room, disturbing patrons as he passed.

"All for one, and one for all, huh?" Geordi asked with a sigh.

Beverly nodded. "Geordi, you have to erase that program. It's just plain unethical."

"I know, I know. I'll erase it...but, Doc...."

Beverly had been starting to get up, but now she sat back down. "You know you have to erase it, Geordi."

"I was thinking I might just change it back to the original personality. Then I could...talk...to her about, about the...engines...and stuff."

"Yes, and *stuff*." Beverly couldn't elaborate, not having told Geordi that she had experienced the 'stuff.' "You know it's a slippery slope. Pretty soon you'll be modifying it...her...again. And remember, she's a real person." Bev paused to let Geordi consider her words while he moodily sipped his drink. "You know, some of the crew do simulate *fictional* beings for their leisure time. What's wrong with that?"

Geordi was silent for some time. Finally he looked up. "I don't know; somehow it's not the same. Leah's not just another hologram; she *knows*. She's interested in what I'm interested in. I can talk to her--I mean, before this last modification, I could talk to her--about anything. She..."

"Leah? She told me her name was Lee." [Now why did I go and say *that*? It wasn't important; I always volunteer too much info.]

"She told you that?" Geordi's eyebrows rose up from beneath the VISOR. Beverly had said too much. He slid his chair back; he knew she had done more than just see the program.

Geordi abruptly left her behind at the table, alone in a crowd.

"Hello, Deanna."

"Hello, Beverly."

[Just stare at the turbolift door and try not to get emotional. You're only going to be in here for a minute. Don't say anything.] Bev hummed tunelessly.

"Did you go ashore at Starbase 313?"

[Oh, she's talking to me. Act neutral.] "Ahh, no, no. Starbase 313 doesn't have much to recommend it."

"There's that Eklonian restaurant. Will and I went to breakfast there."

"Mm. I'll have to try it next time." They waited for several seconds, until the lift stopped and the doors opened.

"See you this afternoon at 1600?" Deanna asked--Deanna of the dark, lovely locks and voluptuous figure. [Don't think about that!] "Beverly?"

"Oh! Yes, yes...."

"Are you all right, Beverly?"

Did she sense? Did she know? Oh, of course she knew. But she was used to knowing everyone's personal feelings; it was normal for a Betazoid. "Fine, fine, yes. Thank you. I'll see you later." Bev forced a polite smile. Maybe workouts with Deanna weren't a great idea, actually. But she'd persevere. Deanna patted her on the shoulder as she walked out of the turbolift.

Oh, it had sounded like a good idea to marry him, with that stupid book he'd given her. And then to join Starfleet to be near him. And he'd given her Wesley, there was that much. She'd always wanted a child, and marrying Jack was probably the easiest way. But now... [I'm older. I can do what I want. I don't have to worry about offending Jean-Luc, do I? He surely understands that relationships aren't always permanent on a starship. Jean-Luc respects me as a professional.] But would he respect her if he knew how she really felt, that she really wasn't attracted to him? [I can't be alone forever.] The little session with Lee on the holodeck had only awakened a desire that had already been sleeping within her--the desire to find someone to call her own. But there were no sparks flying here. All the ship's crew were like brothers and sisters to her. She might have to leave the Enterprise after all.

Riker walked into the bar, chatting casually to someone. Someone...

Beverly stood so fast that her chair clattered to the floor. With concerned stares from everyone, she hurried to her quarters.

The computer told her that Leah was here to check out the modifications to the warp drive. It figured. But what was she doing in ten-forward? [Okay, okay, she has to eat lunch like everybody else. Duh.]

"Beverly?"

"Ummmm...what?"

Deanna giggled. "Beverly, I've been sensing all day that there's something going on with you lately."

Bev acted nonchalant. "What makes you say that?"

Deanna stopped doing her stretching exercises. "Beverly, you're forgetting I'm an empath, aren't you?"

Bev sighed. There was no keeping things from Deanna. But the truth was so embarrassing, she didn't want to face it herself, let alone tell Deanna about it.

"You're right, Deanna, there is something going on. But can I ask you to forget it for now? I'm trying to forget it myself." It was time to switch exercises, and she turned her back to Deanna, sliding all the way back until they were touching. Deanna held her in a spoon as they stretched out their arms and legs full-length and began to do side lunges. She could feel the two soft pads and sharp nipples of Leah's...Deanna's breasts against her back, and a slight moisture of sweat from Leah's...Deanna's crotch on her rear.

"Leah?" Deanna suddenly burst out. Quickly she got out from behind Beverly and scuttled around to face her. "Who's this Leah person?"

"I..."

"Beverly! You're in love, aren't you?" Deanna had that smug, delighted expression unique to nosy Betazoids who'd found out some new juicy psychic fact.

"In love? Deanna, you don't believe..."

"*You* believe it. Why shouldn't I? But I don't know any Leah." Deanna looked inward, trying to place the new name.

[*I* believe it. Do I? I guess maybe I do. Betazoids could be so irritating sometimes.] Bev sighed. "It's Dr. Leah Brahms from Starbase 313."

"Oh, yes, I saw her briefly in the turbolift. But you'll have to introduce me to her."

"I can't. I've never met her. I have to go."

Beverly got up and hurried out of the gym, Troi trailing behind. She didn't look back but got on the nearest turbolift and ordered the door to shut before Deanna could muscle her way in.

She ended up in her water shower, turning it up hot, as hot as she could stand it. She leaned against the wall, motionless, with her skin growing more and more pink each minute, the computer yapping at her about water usage. With a jolt, the computer tuned the water off, and she could only stand there, dripping, in shock. She knew it took quite a while before the computer would turn off the shower. How long had she been in here? Who cared? She toweled off briskly and jumped into bed, grabbing the subspace vibrator and setting it on full power.

[What kind of pervert am I, falling in love with a hologram? A hologram that's a real person with her own problems? All she needs is me to screw her life up even more, to screw her, to screw her.] Beverly pressed the vibe to herself, her thoughts a whirl, until she managed to focus for just a few seconds on Leah's long, dark hair, flying behind her through 10-forward as she turned to look at the insane redhead hurrying out. She came instantly and hard, but it wasn't enough for her; she did herself again and again until she was raw and her cries were of pain as well as pleasure. When she felt drained at last, she lay panting on her bunk, sweating, almost able to stop thinking of Leah.

It was only a few minutes later that the radiation alarms went off.

Three minutes later, Beverly was in Sickbay getting a report from Dr. Selar, mentally adding her own private comments. Instead of [sensibly] going to the Guernika system, Jean-Luc had [as usual] diverted the ship to the Alpha Omicron system to investigate a [oh, you betcha] mysterious space creature. After a mutual scan, the ship had been attacked [natch] and then responded by firing phasers [of course] at the creature, killing it. Beverly found her opinion mirrored in Selar's world-weary gaze. What would they think of next? When she got *her* ship, there wouldn't be any of these kooky goings-on.

:::chrpy-chrp::: "Dr. Crusher, report to the Observation Lounge."

"Oh, boy, I get to go to the *observation lounge*!"

Bev spent about five seconds wondering whether Selar understood sarcasm.

Apparently, Data had scanned the creature and found that it still had a life inside its body, and Beverly suggested a C-section. She helped Worf set the phasers to perform the operation and was relieved to see the creature successfully free itself from its parent's body.

What she didn't expect was that it would latch on to the Enterprise.

Beverly spent the rest of the evening in Sickbay, trying to work under Level Seven power conservation protocols, setting Lt. Hiehdo's broken fin with an old-fashioned splint, of all things. Luckily, business was light because no one could use the holodecks. They spent their time practicing evacuation scenarios and packing medikits to distribute to emergency shelter areas. The Enterprise was down to auxiliary power only, so she couldn't even leave her Bridge or Engineering monitors on to find out what was happening to the ship. Finally, she heard the whine of restored power (followed by the superfluous computer announcement that full power had been restored). Jean-Luc had pulled their collective chestnuts from the fire yet again.

It took her personnel about an hour to set the Sickbay back to normal operating mode; by that time, Beverly was ready for a break. She decided to go to ten-forward for a late dinner.

[Why why why why why did she look so happy? And when was she going to come back?] How could she forgive Geordi for...that's right, she didn't know. She didn't know what he had really done. [What *I* have really done.] Obviously, Geordi had lied to her. [Just like I will if I ever have the pleasure of speaking to her.]

Beverly ordered a Klingon Iced Tea and sat back, lost in thought. Geordi sat at his table, looking annoyed. Some time later, when Bev was halfway through her second drink, he abruptly got up and left. Ten seconds later, Leah returned. Now was Beverly's chance! She got up, head spinning--from the drinks or from nervousness, she didn't know--and made her way to Leah's table.

"May I join you?" [Please say yes. Please please please...]

"Of course, Doctor."

"Call me Beverly." She sat and ordered two more Klingon Iced Teas, offering one to Leah. Leah tasted it and seemed to approve. In fact, she started to gulp it entirely too quickly.

They talked of minutiae, polite conversation about "Junior," the power conservation in Sickbay, adjustments to the warp frequency. How fascinating warp technology seemed when Leah spoke of it! Leah had another Klingon Iced Tea, although Beverly switched to Altair Water. Then Leah had a third.

"...So you and Geordi 'soured the milk,' in effect. How did you ever think up such a plan?"

Leah sighed, rolled her beautiful eyes, which were looking a bit unfocused. "I'm *so* glad he's gone."

Bev was taken off guard. "I beg your pardon?"

"I could just wring his neck!" Officers at the next table glanced their way. Beverly didn't care. "After what he did to me in the holodeck!"

"The holodeck?" [Play dumb, Beverly, play dumb.]

"He *simulated* me on the holodeck. He *used* me. It took all my acting talent to pretend I forgave him. I don't know *why* I was so polite. I'm just as much a dork as he is." Leah was fuming now.

"I'm...um...sure he didn't mean anything by it. Was it a simulation of your lab?"

"Well, yes. I mean, he assured me it didn't go any further than a 'professional collaboration.' :::swill::: Although I'm not certain whether I really believe him."

"Uh...I don't think Geordi would...actually, he's been parodied on the holodeck before. He really didn't appreciate it. He wouldn't do that to anyone else." [Lie, lie, lie. Almost feeling like the truth now, isn't it?]

"Huh! It's not *parody* I'm worried about! I've seen the little whorograms that *losers* like him make. Sure, LaForge, :::swill::: you can't get any action! :::swill::: So, let's fix us up a little hussy!" The lieutenant at the next table stared at them a bit longer this time. Bev gave him a dirty look. She moved closer to Leah and caressed her shoulder. Leah didn't respond to the touch either way.

"Good thing I set my computer to call me twice a day. I tell everybody it's my 'husband.' It's a great way to get rid of losers that I don't want to talk to. :::swill:::" Her voice took on a mocking tone. "'Every time you're looking at this engine, you're looking at me. Every time you touch it, it's me.'"

Beverly had to get Leah out of ten-forward for her own good. "Why don't we get you to your quarters?" She stood, not too steady herself, and made to help Leah up. Concentrating, she willed away the effects of the synthehol. The Ferengi mental technique took some time to practice, but it was worth every moment.

Passively, Leah allowed herself to be supported on Beverly's arm, swaying like a Brimba tree in her tenuous grip. "Leah, can you dismiss the effects of the synthehol?"

Leah's head tilted drunkenly. "No, I don't want to. I feel too good." She focused her eyes slightly behind Beverly. "I think I want to finish this stuff. Let me sit down." She cast her arm out and managed to snag her drink, taking another gulp. Beverly silently confiscated the mug, setting it down out of Leah's reach.

"Let's go back to your quarters now, okay?" Beverly started to inch out of ten-forward; Leah, smiling serenely, reeled along beside her. They made it this way as far as the turbolift.

"Oh, Beverly, now that we're alone, I...you understand, don't you?" Leah seemed to lose her balance as the lift started and propped her head against Beverly's breasts. Giggling, she hooked one hand around Bev's neck. "That Geordi is so clueless! He tried to ask me out on a date. Can you imagine? A date! Ohhhh, he invited me to his quarters; he's so pathetic. He probably thought I'd act just like his little holofriend does." Unfocused eyes sought Beverly's. "But you're the one I'm attracted to."

Down the corridor they wheeled, swiftly to Leah's quarters, then inside. Leah collapsed onto the bunk, pulling Beverly with her. "Oh, Beverly, please, stay with me now. Ever since I saw you in the Obs Lounge, I can't stop thinking about you." [Call me "darling," pleeeez? Call me "darling."]

The memories from this morning crashed back upon Beverly now, and something closed inside her chest. Oh, she wanted this woman. Wanted her with all her...groin, with her nipples, with her mouth. But not with her heart, not with her conscience. Beverly sighed. One little indiscretion on the holodeck certainly could ruin everything!

Ruefully she tore herself from Leah's embrace. [Time to lie yet again--be callous, be callous. Distance yourself from your emotions.] Beverly backed toward the door. "I'm...I'm sorry, Leah. I can't." Understanding started to dawn on Leah's innocent face. "Perhaps...in the future...our ability to love won't be so...limited. I have to go now."

"Come in."

Beverly walked in to find Deanna cuddled on the sofa with Riker. When Deanna saw her, however, she immediately stood, concern evident on her face.

"I'm sorry to barge in like this, Deanna...." Beverly managed to whisper.

Troi approached her and grasped both her hands lovingly. "It's all right, Beverly. Will was just leaving." Riker continued to lounge on the couch. Deanna gave him a cold stare. "I *said*, 'Will was just leaving.'"

"Okay, okay, sorry!" He hurried out.

"Beverly, I sense grief from you."

"Ohh, Deanna!" Beverly buried her head in the crook of Deanna's neck and started sobbing. "I love her, and I can never have her!"

Deanna guided Bev to sit on the edge of her bunk. "Beverly, is it because she's married? Because I have to tell you, that's just..."

"No, I know her husband isn't real. It's just that I feel so guilty. :::sob:::"

"There, there. Why don't you tell me all about it?" Deanna eased Beverly's head down into her lap and stroked her hair.

"It all started when I went to the holodeck...."

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