Paramount Global owns the Star Trek franchise. This is a piece of fan fiction based on Star Trek the Next Generation.
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“You woman think you’re being so cute. You walk around with your tight blouses on and your short skirts thinking you can tease and taunt me. Where do you get off thinking you can dress like that a not have a man want you? Isn’t that what your doing, inviting sex? When you dress like that you deserved to be raped.”
“Interesting point of view Westerfield but no. No and no. A short skirt is not an invitation to rape me, have sex with me, or to touch me. My short skirt is an expression of me. This is all about me. The question that begs to be asked, when I. Your not a your miserable existence have you ever saw me in a tight blouse or a short skirt?” Sher spoke.
“I have seen pictures.”
“All it takes for you is a picture?”
“Healthy libido.” Westerfield smiled.
“Good for you.” Freya redirected his attention.
“So, let me see if I understand this correctly?” Vera started pacing. “Sher wouldn’t have anything to do with you, so you shipped her off to the farthest known point in the universe you could. Then to cover your ass you drug the Enterprise to the end of the universe with no intension of bring anyone home. When your plan went south, you decided to take matters into your own hands.” He never said a word. He just watched her paced. “Well say something!” She screamed.
“What if I said I did all of these things?”
“You really are a monster.”
“I said if.” He replied.
“Well you want to know a truth? Do you! Charlie wasn’t yours.”
“What?” He rose to his knees. “What?”
“Remember me telling you about Dave, my high school sweetheart. Well, he’s Meg’s father not you. I found out a week before he came in, that week you spent at the spaceport, that you had slept with Cindy. Oh, I didn’t sleep with Dave until I knew for sure that you had really cheated on me. I confronted Cindy about it. She told me everything. While I was talking to Cindy, three women showed up saying they had all slept with you.”
“You believed them without talking to me? Where is your trust? How could you?” He protested.
“When all four of them told me different things about your body that only someone who would have been with you could have known, I knew. You bastard. However, I will tell you this. Dave was the only one. I didn’t do like you and sleep with half of Earth’s female population. How many children do you have floating around?”
He drew a deep breath. “One.”
“Try five,” Thor reported.
“Five!” Vera screamed. “Five!” Did you have protected sex with any of these women?”
“Only the ones that insisted.” He smiled.
“Jerk! Creep! Low-life scum. How could you?”
“A wife is supposed to be at home, someone to show off to all your family and friends. A person to make people jealous and wish they were you.” “He glared for a moment, “you didn’t. You couldn’t.” He growled, “you wouldn’t.”
“I know you hid that money in Eric’s pocket on their wedding day as well. I saw you do it. You paid that hooker to tell Meg she slept with him.”
“No! No!” He shook the cage.
“Is that true?” Meg asked with surprise and desperation in her voice.
“She told me so, Charles. She showed me pictures she took on OUR boat.”
“Trash,” Westerfield screamed. “Trash! She married white trash. I wanted her to marry a doctor, a lawyer, anything but this bum.” He turned to Thor, “didn’t it make you mad when your only daughter brought a machine home?”
“No, I see Data as one of my son’s. He isn’t a machine. He is his own person. You have to be man enough to see past the reality of being to the essence of being.”
Westerfield scoffed.
“I love him.” Meg jumped to her feet.
“Love.” He snorted.
“You never loved me did you?” Vera asked. You loved my parent’s money.”
“It didn’t hurt.”
“Bastard!” She screamed. “And to think I wasted love on you.”
“Love. Do you want to know what that is? Look.” He pointed at Sher. “Look at love. Love that breathes, walks, and talks. Love that has the voice of a dream. Love that looks like a cloud. Love; in its eyes you see the stars. You know nothing of love.”
Sher leaned over and kissed Data. “That is love.” She reported. “Love is doing whatever you can for the person in your heart. Love is accepting that person with all their faults. Love understands that no one is perfect. You sir, do not know what love is.”
“He’s a machine! A machine! How can you love that?” Westerfield shook his cage more violently than the last time. “No” He sobbed. “No! I didn’t know you was with child. That was an added bonus!” He smiled.
Data jumped to his feet but Sher grabbed him, holding him back. Thor rose up out of his chair, an attendant rushed in and swept Claire out of the room. When she was clear out of the room, Sher stood up. “Well now isn’t that interesting. You are the first person to confirm that I was pregnant.” She turned toward Thor with a questioning glance. “Before I come unhinged, is this true?”
Thor lowered his head. “I am afraid it is my child.”
Data wanted to dye. They could feel each other. “You had better make a decision before I do.” Sher remained calm ever though inside she was on fire.
Morpheus stepped forward, “it is the decision of this council that Westerfield would have to endure everything that Scheherezade had endured, starting with the assignment to HaBlich. Provided he will live that long.”
Sher waved her arm in Westerfield’s direction. “Awe.” He cried, holding his hand.
She had sliced his hand the way her hand had been cut when she was first
discovered. “It started with a scratch.” She reported.
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