Data walked towards the window of the ready room by the Captain's chair and stared out into deep space. He smiled, grinning from ear to ear. He wrapped his arms around his sides and just enjoyed the moment.
Deanna, now fully dressed, curled up in the large leather chair at the opposite end of the room. She was exhausted. She bent her knees under her and wrapped her arms around her chest, resting her head on the back of the chair.
The bridge crew became more fidgety and restless. Kept in the dark about the goings on in the ready room and becoming increasingly affected by the foreign virus affecting the crew, Riker again confronted Wesley.
Commander Riker took Wesley to the opposite end of the bridge, a way from the other command staff. He wanted to be alone with Wesley, so as not to be overheard by the crew.
"Wesley, what's taking place in the ready room, I need to know," commander Riker whispered.
"What did you do with counselor Troi and what is Data doing with her now. Is there a danger to the crew, to the counselor, why such a secret? You have been talking to Geordie. Have you told him and why are you smirking every time you hear counselor Troi or Data from the ready room?" Commander Riker pleaded.
Wesley had his head down as Commander Riker spoke. The blood drained from his face. He was scared that Commander Riker realized what was going on and he would be punished or at the least ridiculed.
Like a thief never believing he would get caught, Wesley was very anxious and dreaded having to answer questions about this subject because of his low status among the crew and problems with his low self-esteem. Though he was gifted, his intellect and boyish demeanor was constantly being dismissed by his peers and female members of the crew.
Data continued to stare out into deep space. His recorded memories with counselor Troi gave him immense satisfaction. He desperately backed up this information in his core memory, ensuring that he would be able to relive that experience again.
Counselor Troi, at the other end of the room, laid-back in the chair and rested her eyes quickly falling asleep.
Without the Captain to back Wesley up, he was forced to give Commander Riker some information. He could not disobey a direct order, as an ensign in Star Fleet.
"It was a kind of therapy session like Captain Picard said," Wesley whispered back.
"What else!” Commander Riker demanded. "Why all the screams and groans!"
"The therapy gets very emotional Commander. Counselor Troi is very good at what she does", Wesley said bashfully.
"Why did you come out of the ready room with that little chub in your pants Ensign Crusher?” he forcefully whispered.
Wesley’s face became red with embarrassment and feared the worst.
Pleading for understanding, Wesley asked commander Riker if when he was his age that ever happened to him in front of someone. Did any girl in school ever cause him to pitch a tent in front of a group of people and if so, what did he do?
Commander Riker scratched his head and became less intense in his questioning. After all, despite Wesley's immense intellect and maturity at such a young age, he was just a young boy.
"Did counselor Troi cause that Wesley?" Commander Riker awkwardly suggested.
His face beat red, Wesley covered his mouth and look towards the floor. "Well, yes", he replied bashfully.
"I understand", Riker replied. "But why did counselor Troi scream out Wesley?" Commander Riker insisted.
Wesley did not know how much longer he could avoid directly answering his questions. He needed to bull shit in a big way to find a way out of this pickle.
Meanwhile, Dr. Crusher left sick bay and went to her office. She wanted to review her calculations as to the number of crew that needed to be treated and how much time she thought was left before the crew would experience the most damaging effects of the alien virus.
At her computer, she laboriously went through the calculations. She was dumbfounded. All her calculations were off by a great amount. She would have to tell the Captain.
On the bridge....
Data continued to burn his experience repeatedly into his memory, as if he would never experience such a lovely and pleasurable time again. Counselor Troi was in deep sleep.
Data walked to the other end of the room and stood in front of counselor Troi sleeping. Looking down upon her, curled up in the chair, he smiled a pleasurable smile.
Reflecting back to their experience on the hollow deck, he regretted somewhat the way he spoke to her. He did not believe now he had to be so vulgar to achieve his goal.
As she slept, he studied her angelic face. Her sultriness and enticing qualities did not escape her, even fast asleep and dressed in tawdry clothes.
"But why was she moaning so loud," Commander Riker insisted. Wesley was under orders by Captain Picard not to reveal anything, but he could not just tell Commander Riker anything. Wesley stammered and continued to stall.
Commander Riker then bolted towards the doors of the ready room. "Counselor Troi, can you hear me?" he inquired.
Data heard Commander Riker but at first did not know how to react. After his second call, Data responded using counselor Troi's voice.
"Yes, Will" Data said imitating her voice. Counselor Troi did not wake up.
"Are you all right, can I come in Deanna?" Commander Riker insisted.
"Will, I'm fine. I'll be with you shortly", Data responded still impersonating Deanna’ voice.
"Wesley, tell me," Commander Riker insisted. "I'm sorry commander but Counselor Troi and I fuc….," Wesley began to say just as Captain Picard interrupted him.
"Ensign Crusher, stop. I ordered you not to talk. Now go to your quarters until further notice," Captain Picard demanded.
Even though he was cursed out by the Captain, he felt relieved about no longer having to deceive his friends and other crew members. He immediately left the bridge.
