Beverly | Dr. Beverly Crusher (beverlycrusher) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2014-07-06 20:43:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | !log, beverly crusher |
Who: Beverly Crusher and a Guy in a Suit
When: Sunday evening
Where: The doorway of her apartment.
What: Beverly gets a hand-delivered summons!
Rating: Low.
Beverly sat at her desk, contemplating her conversation with Felix. Her patient, who was being mistreated by those who were in charge of his wellbeing. With intent, she opened a new tab in her browser window and executed a search for available flights or trains to Washington, D.C. from New York City. Felix was making jokes, which meant that he was either not as bad off as he could be, or that he was worse. It was a coin toss, but she was fairly confident that waiting until the next day to leave wouldn’t cause any undue harm. So there it was, a flight booked for noon, and then a hotel. She sent both to her printer, and stood to go to Jean-Luc’s. He would need to know her intent. She opened the door, only to find a young man in a dark suit and sunglasses, his hand raised to knock on her door. “Are you Dr. Beverly Howard Crusher?” he asked, reaching into his inner pocket and removing a small wallet-like case. “I am,” she answered, her eyes moving from his face to the badge he was now showing her. She tensed; what could a U.S. Marshal want with her? He nodded, and took off his sunglasses and tucked them along with his badge into his pocket. He stared at her for a moment, opened his mouth, changed his mind about speaking, and pulled a thin sheaf of paper out of another pocket and held it out to her. “You are hereby ordered to appear before a Senate committee investigating SHIELD on Wednesday, July 8, 2014 at 9 a.m.” Beverly took the subpoena and opened it to confirm what the young man had just told her. “Thank you.” She stepped back to close the door. He stopped her, calling out, “Dr. Crusher! I mean, you’re welcome, but er…” He looked at her sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean, I really, you, uh.” He stopped, flushing. “My sister went to medical school because of you and Deanna Troi. We used to, uh, uh, watch Star Trek together when we were kids and then we would pretend, you know? And she, uh, she always wanted to be Dr. Crusher and I got to be the Captain.” Beverly nodded at him to continue when he first paused, opening the door wider and giving him a smile. Maybe it was egotistical of her, but she did like hearing these sort of stories. The idea that the adventures that she and her shipmates had experienced, inspired thousands of people, and continued to do so, was one that she appreciated. It was even better when she was told directly that she, herself, had made a difference in someone’s life. “Thank you…” “Oh! Tim. Tim O’Neal.” He grinned at her. “Mom and Dad had the DVDs, so we would, you know, sit and watch the show for hours at a time.” “Thank you, Tim. I’m really glad to know that. Where does your sister practice?” Beverly asked, content to give him a few more minutes of her time. “Sandy? Over in Hoboken. She works at a low-income clinic over there, does a lot of good work,” he said, obviously proud of her. “Hey, would you mind signing this? I can have it framed and give it to her for her birthday. It’s later this month, on the 24th.” He pulled out a small, bound notebook with unlined pages and turned to a clean one that wasn’t filled with doodles and appointment reminders. Next came a pen, both of which were held out to her. “All right,” Beverly agreed, taking the notebook and the pen and writing in it for a minute. She handed them back. “There you go.” “Oh, wow… wow, thank you, doctor, this is… uh, this is amazing. She’s really going to love it!” He smiled broadly, and reached a hand out towards her. She shook it, smiling. “You’re welcome. Good night,” Beverly said, and he took the hint this time, giving her a brief wave before turning towards the elevators. Firmly, she shut the door and locked it, then opened the subpoena again to read over it. Well, that was reason number two to go to DC -- and with any luck she could get Jean-Luc to go with her, as a hand to hold and support. |