Ficlet: Wishes | ST: TNG | Most of the crew | PG | 1/1
Title: Wishes
Fandom: Next Generation
Characters: Most of the Enterprise crew, a Christmas ornament, and ??
Pairings: Implied Data/Tasha and Riker/Troi, past Beverly/Jack
Rating: PG
Word Count: 786
Summary: The little glass star hears a lot of wishes through the years.
Disclaimer: Paramount owns it. I own nothing but fangirl squee and collectibles.
Author's Notes: Just a little something to pass on the Christmas spirit. I don't think it came out at all close to how I intended it, but that's okay. :) Enjoy!
Wishes
I wish we didn't have to live here. Wish Dad wasn't in Starfleet at all. I'm bored here.
The little glass star had heard many wishes over the years. Some whispered, some murmured, some thought silently. They were plentiful, like drops of water in the ocean, always coming as soon as the star was put out. Not ceasing until the star was put away. A never ending stream of wishes.
Some of them were sad.
Please let us return to Earth soon. I don't think I'm cut out for this.
Wish Jack could see how tall Wesley's getting.
Some were joyous.
I don't have to be alone this year. Thank you.
Some were filled with regret.
If only I hadn't argued with Robert the last time we spoke....
Some were hopeful.
Please let me get promoted to Lieutenant. I know I can handle the extra work. I know it!
But many were simply melancholy.
I wish Tasha were still here. Though probability dictates that my wish will never be granted, I still wish it. Guinan said it is all right to wish.
I wish Deanna knew how much I still love her. Maybe someday...
Klingons do not make wishes. But. I wish Alexander could have stayed.
Year after year, the glass star hung from the limb of the replicated Frasier Fir in the corner of Ten Forward, listening to the wishes as they came. There was no rhyme or reason to them, no more or less from one year to the next. Inevitably and without fail, the wishes came.
I wish my mother would leave the Captain alone. She's driven him into seclusion again, and we're still five days away from Betazed.
All I want this year is a few days of shore leave.
Many of the wishes were laced with individual faith concerning the holiday, while others denied such thinking.
Please God, let there be a Christmas truce. I know the Cardassians aren't Christian, but there must be some peaceful tradition they can invoke.
There's no use in wishing on this ridiculous trinket. It's positive thinking that will help us. Good ideas. Open minds. Don't know why the Humans have such strange, disconnected ideas about their holidays. Maybe their societal structure is more like the Borg than we'd considered. They add cultural significance to their own, without the context to go with it. Great Sea Gods, don't let them be like the Borg. I don't want to lose my culture to this phenomenon....
Some wishes were personal and intimate, while others were childlike.
I don't think he knows that I know he has feelings for me.... How do I tell him?
Dear Santa, can I just have real snow this year, instead of some holodeck replication of snow? I just want to see a white Christmas one time in my life.
Many were simply confused.
I never did understand the point of a Christmas tree. Especially out here in space. It's not like we have winter on the Enterprise.
I don't even know where we're headed right now. I wish it could be toward Vulcan. Always wanted to see Vulcan. Wish I still had some of that extra intelligence, I could tell just from looking at the stars. Is this a rash on my hand?
Over the long years, most of the wishes went unanswered, even if the tiny star wanted to respond.
Please let the Enterprise make it one more year intact.
I just want to get through this pregnancy without incident, have the baby on-schedule in Sickbay. Please don't let me give birth anywhere else.
Seriously, can I get promoted to Lieutenant or what?
But every once in a long while, the glass star could not ignore the wish. Would not ignore it. Be it a plea for mercy or a simple fantasy, there was one in a million that could not be overlooked.
I hope Captain Picard Day turns out as awesome as I hope it'll be.
I don't want a command of my own. I'm not leaving, and you can't make me.
I just wish I could meet the real Leah Brahms....
Maybe someday they'll name a disease after me....
I wish I could go to the Academy this year.
Just keep Q out of my hair for a while longer. It's been almost a year, thank goodness, but I'm starting to get paranoid. And superstition doesn't suit me. I can't believe I'm wishing on this thing.
Listening through the shining ornament on the tree, Q smirked to himself, glad he'd been eavesdropping all these years. Maybe he could grant that last wish. Hadn't that been the point of listening in the first place? Considering all he'd put the Enterprise through, Picard and his crew deserved a little longer break from the usual shenanigans.
But just this once. Only this once. Couldn't make a habit of granting wishes, after all. The horrors that would do to his reputation....
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Fandom: Next Generation
Characters: Most of the Enterprise crew, a Christmas ornament, and ??
Pairings: Implied Data/Tasha and Riker/Troi, past Beverly/Jack
Rating: PG
Word Count: 786
Summary: The little glass star hears a lot of wishes through the years.
Disclaimer: Paramount owns it. I own nothing but fangirl squee and collectibles.
Author's Notes: Just a little something to pass on the Christmas spirit. I don't think it came out at all close to how I intended it, but that's okay. :) Enjoy!
Wishes
I wish we didn't have to live here. Wish Dad wasn't in Starfleet at all. I'm bored here.
The little glass star had heard many wishes over the years. Some whispered, some murmured, some thought silently. They were plentiful, like drops of water in the ocean, always coming as soon as the star was put out. Not ceasing until the star was put away. A never ending stream of wishes.
Some of them were sad.
Please let us return to Earth soon. I don't think I'm cut out for this.
Wish Jack could see how tall Wesley's getting.
Some were joyous.
I don't have to be alone this year. Thank you.
Some were filled with regret.
If only I hadn't argued with Robert the last time we spoke....
Some were hopeful.
Please let me get promoted to Lieutenant. I know I can handle the extra work. I know it!
But many were simply melancholy.
I wish Tasha were still here. Though probability dictates that my wish will never be granted, I still wish it. Guinan said it is all right to wish.
I wish Deanna knew how much I still love her. Maybe someday...
Klingons do not make wishes. But. I wish Alexander could have stayed.
Year after year, the glass star hung from the limb of the replicated Frasier Fir in the corner of Ten Forward, listening to the wishes as they came. There was no rhyme or reason to them, no more or less from one year to the next. Inevitably and without fail, the wishes came.
I wish my mother would leave the Captain alone. She's driven him into seclusion again, and we're still five days away from Betazed.
All I want this year is a few days of shore leave.
Many of the wishes were laced with individual faith concerning the holiday, while others denied such thinking.
Please God, let there be a Christmas truce. I know the Cardassians aren't Christian, but there must be some peaceful tradition they can invoke.
There's no use in wishing on this ridiculous trinket. It's positive thinking that will help us. Good ideas. Open minds. Don't know why the Humans have such strange, disconnected ideas about their holidays. Maybe their societal structure is more like the Borg than we'd considered. They add cultural significance to their own, without the context to go with it. Great Sea Gods, don't let them be like the Borg. I don't want to lose my culture to this phenomenon....
Some wishes were personal and intimate, while others were childlike.
I don't think he knows that I know he has feelings for me.... How do I tell him?
Dear Santa, can I just have real snow this year, instead of some holodeck replication of snow? I just want to see a white Christmas one time in my life.
Many were simply confused.
I never did understand the point of a Christmas tree. Especially out here in space. It's not like we have winter on the Enterprise.
I don't even know where we're headed right now. I wish it could be toward Vulcan. Always wanted to see Vulcan. Wish I still had some of that extra intelligence, I could tell just from looking at the stars. Is this a rash on my hand?
Over the long years, most of the wishes went unanswered, even if the tiny star wanted to respond.
Please let the Enterprise make it one more year intact.
I just want to get through this pregnancy without incident, have the baby on-schedule in Sickbay. Please don't let me give birth anywhere else.
Seriously, can I get promoted to Lieutenant or what?
But every once in a long while, the glass star could not ignore the wish. Would not ignore it. Be it a plea for mercy or a simple fantasy, there was one in a million that could not be overlooked.
I hope Captain Picard Day turns out as awesome as I hope it'll be.
I don't want a command of my own. I'm not leaving, and you can't make me.
I just wish I could meet the real Leah Brahms....
Maybe someday they'll name a disease after me....
I wish I could go to the Academy this year.
Just keep Q out of my hair for a while longer. It's been almost a year, thank goodness, but I'm starting to get paranoid. And superstition doesn't suit me. I can't believe I'm wishing on this thing.
Listening through the shining ornament on the tree, Q smirked to himself, glad he'd been eavesdropping all these years. Maybe he could grant that last wish. Hadn't that been the point of listening in the first place? Considering all he'd put the Enterprise through, Picard and his crew deserved a little longer break from the usual shenanigans.
But just this once. Only this once. Couldn't make a habit of granting wishes, after all. The horrors that would do to his reputation....
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