#beverly crusher/kathryn janeway

[pilcrowtudinous]

sicktember round-up

Look! I did it! All of them! Yeah, there are a lot of drabbles in there, but there are four or five that push 1000 words. A lot of fluff, some is more sickfic adjacent than full-blown sickfic but it was a good time and now there is abundant reading. Every fic is a different ship (or gen pair), so sorry about the tagging.

[songbookff]

#8 "shielding the other one with their body" for Kathryn/Beverly

(I have a feeling this will cause me pain, but it will be worth it 💙🥺)

omg why did you do this to me. (don't think I've forgotten all the times you've made me write sad things)

And I couldn't decide so....

1.

The first thing Beverly registered was the sound of glass shattering. The second thing she felt was someone's body colliding against her back, slamming her to the floor. And then the room lit up around her.

The light was blinding, but then it was as if the world stopped for just a second, blackness and silence overwhelmed her. Then it was chaos. Lights, fire, smoke, screams...

She tried to find her breath, trauma training kicking in. The wind had been knocked out of her and still there was a solid form on top of her, crushing her lungs. She pressed her palms into the floor, trying to lift herself up, and gritted her teeth when tiny shards of broken glass dug into her skin.

Ears still ringing, Beverly finally got into a position to roll over. Glass fell off of her and the person who slipped off of her back and onto the floor. Gasping, she tried to focus, but the lights in the room were flickering and she could feel a breeze...a window had blown open.

Windows didn't just break in the main tower of Starfleet Academy. And there normally wasn't half a shuttle in a conference room.

As her breathing evened out, she started thinking as a Starfleet Officer...and a doctor. As soon as her brain was clear enough to will her body to move, Beverly immediately turned to the person who had tackled her to the ground.

The black uniform with maroon shoulders was singled on the back, with larger pieces of glass embedded. Beverly did a quick assessment and her eyes traveled up the body only for her breath to be taken again. Dark brown hair obscured the face, but Beverly had no doubt of the identity.

"Kathryn!"

2.

Pew. Pew. Pew.

Red and blue lasers shot through the forest and dirt, grass, and wood exploded as the away team sprinted for cover.

Diplomatic mission. As if.

And they were also not as fast as they used to be. The two ensigns had gotten further ahead of Beverly and Kathryn, while the three person security team was trying to flank their pursuers. Lungs burning, they pressed on, trying to get back to the shuttle - and back up.

One day they would land on a planet where their comms worked.

Just as Kathryn realized they weren't going to be able to outrun the alien life forms chasing them, she felt Beverly shove her sideways and they both tumbled down an embankment. Before Kathryn had time to pick herself up from where she had landed on her back, Beverly leapt on top of her.

The other woman curled up over her, tucking Kathryn's head into her chest and shielding the rest of her body with her own as the familiar sound of shooting rang out over their bodies.

If they weren't in immediate danger, Kathryn would enjoy this arrangement.

After a few extremely tense moments with both women being frozen with anticipation and a bit of fear. Finally, after hearing nothing for a full count to sixty, Kathryn wiggled a bit saying, "I think they're gone."

Beverly gave a little hum.

"Beverly?"

Slowly the two untangled themselves, but remained a semi reclined position in the dirt as they continued to catch their breath.

"Beverly?"

"I'm fine, Kathryn. I'm just getting old," grumbled Beverly. Kathryn let out a chuckle that quickly turned into a true, deep belly laugh. Soon Beverly joined her...and they continued laughing until two young upstart security officers located them to bring them back to the shuttle.

[liquidatorbruntfca]

i love you nyota uhura i love you christine chapel i love you deanna troi i love you beverly crusher i love you tasha yar i love you lwaxana troi i love you kate pulaski i love you ro laren i love you keiko o’brien i love you jadzia dax i love you kira nerys i love you leeta i love you moogie i love you ezri dax i love you kathryn janeway i love you b’elanna torres i love you seven of nine i love you t’pol i love you hoshi sato

[arachniasbride]

TV Appreciation Week 2024 ⋆ Day 7: Free choice! ⤷ Star Trek Ladies + color symbolism (in⋆sp)

[fetch-those-damned-bolt-cutters]

You think you can hurt me? I write star trek fanfiction knowing absolutely nothing about the medical and scientific fields

[flappielxx123]

Back on my ✨making useless star trek memes✨ track

Enjoy :)

[spockvarietyhour]

She's surprisingly hard to track down these days.

Star Trek Prodigy "The Last Flight of the Protostar Pt. 2"

[sapphicsandscience]

This fic is for the wonderful @kumkvattikvintetti and based of this wonderful Kathryn and Beverly 🤍

Read under the cut or at AO3

“Beverly, is everything alright?

Kathryn gently knocked on the ornate wooden door of the establishment’s restroom. Her face scrunched up and her brow lowered as she eagerly awaited a reply from her partner. And when there wasn’t one - or at least anything that was easily identifiable as a welcome or a signal to stay away - it was almost impossible for her to hold back the need to rush straight in there as she might have once done into engineering during a crisis on Voyager.

But she reminded herself of something Beverly had been trying to gently instill into them since their first meeting - for the sake of both of their blood pressures. That not everything in life - at least back in the Alpha quadrant - needed such a determined and immediate response.

With a small grunt, Kathryn waited a couple more moments before she knocked again. Though after those moments passed she wasted no time to begin another round of knocking before using her weight to slightly open the door so it was ajar. She poked her head through and was relieved to be met by the image of Beverly.

A fast stream of water was running from one of the taps. Beverly stood in front of the sink with her hands pressed into the marble surface as she was lent over the bathroom counter. Her long hair - which Kathryn had witnessed grow somehow even longer and lush in these last several months - flowed downwards in a series of relaxed curls that eventually blended into the long dress she wore. It obscured her face as her head hung low but the sight of Beverly alone was enough to calm many of her nerves. Though it took her a few seconds to seem to register Kathyn’s presence.

“Kathryn?” Beverly turned the tap off and turned her head towards her. “Is everything okay?"

“Me?” she pointed a finger towards herself with a low chuckle. “I was concerned about you,” she emphasized, letting her eyes dart around the room and other stalls. There were no other patrons in the restroom and she quickly closed the difference between them - feeling comfortable that they had a degree of privacy. “You had been gone rather a while,” she clarified.

Beverly laughed, pulling down a hand towel and drying her hands. “I don’t know if you have noticed Kathryn, but I am very pregnant. And not nearly as nimble as I once was,” she discarded the towel and straightened her posture with a heavy breath. “And I wasn’t that long,” she protested as she appeared to massage a fist into her right side.

“I was worried you would reappear from those doors with a baby in your arms.”

“That is very funny.”

“I couldn’t bare to miss it,” Kathryn moved closer to Beverly and uttered almost inaudibly to her, brushing a lock of hair from her face as she felt their child between - Beverly’s stomach pressed into her own.

And as they had been earlier when they had shared a slow dance - both women found themselves on the receiving end of some fierce baby-sized kicks.

While the logistics of Beverly returning to her having given birth in a quick slient passing minutes were ridiculous - her words had not been entirely light-hearted in nature. The anticipation of their ever-imminent arrival was starting to wreak havoc on Kathryn’s nervous system.

And as always, Beverly appeared to sense it.

“You won’t,” Beverly whispered back, taking her hand in her own and squeezing it for reassurance. “So close now,” she smiled, moving their hands so they brushed against the swell in the fabric of her dress. “And I can assure you that this one won’t settle for her mother not being there when she is born. She’ll want all the attention.”

Kathryn let herself loosen slightly, though she caught what she thought to be a wince that struck Beverly’s face. Perhaps, it was a bad idea to go out, she thought. With Beverly so late in her pregnancy and their child due to arrive in less than a week - Kathrynnow was starting to feel guilty for dragging Beverly out like this for one final date night together. Let alone the half-an-hour tour around the oak wooden floor they had taken.

Not very nimble, Kathryn scoffed. Beverly, as always, had put her to shame dance floor.

“Are you sure that you are alright?” she questioned, wondering if such activity had caused any problems. "It wasn't too much for you - and the baby?"

“I’m fine,” Beverly brushed her off. “I was a little warm after our dance - I just needed to splash some water on my face. Though I have ruined my makeup,” she arched her neck so she could get a look at herself in the mirror.

Kathryn placed a hand on her cheek and turned Beverly’s head back to her. “You could never be ruined,” she said, using the pad of her thumb to remove a streak of mascara from under her eye. “We can adjust the environmental controls if you wish?”

Beverly shook her head. “It’s alright, all part of the ambiance I am sure,” she started to move, using the counter behind her as leverage and locking arms with Kathryn. “Shall we?”

“We better - or the maitre d will kick us off our table!”

Kathryn walked with Beverly at her pace. They were welcomed back into the main dining area of the venue that she had chosen for their time tonight. The space was open but retained an intimate feeling that attracted couples. The lighting was low and warm - a series of lamps and candles illuminating an impressive replication of art nouveau architecture.

“I would have thought all those years on Voyager would have left you tired of holodecks,” Beverly commented as Kathryn pulled out her chair at the table.

This restaurant wasn’t just an ordinary dining experience. It offered an array of private venues - holographic - and the choice was at the discretion of its guests. While the environment and company that surrounded them were photonic, the food that would be served to them was hand-crafted by organic award-winning chefs.

Kathryn chuckled. “I have always been interested in mid-20th-century Earth. The thirties and forties…such crucial times for our people. And if we remove the social values of the times, the aesthetic is something I very much enjoy,” she pulled down the jacket of her satin-finished white suit before taking a seat.

It was the complete experience of getting ready and coming out that Kathryn enjoyed - and even more so with a suitable date. And Beverly was very much - a suitable date. Though had complained that the long and flowing lace dress she had been ‘forced into’ was not nearly as sharp as Kathryn’s ensemble - even after Kathryn’s many assurances that she looked nothing short of stunning. However, after several rounds of compliments, Beverly’s cheeks began to flush a rosy pink and Kathryn knew she had started to believe it herself.

“Though there was one particular incident that soured it,” Kathryn sighed.

Beverly nodded. Her face carried a look of compassion and concern that Kathryn both hated and held dear at the same time. Though she was learning to allow herself to take comfort in the latter.

“The Hirogen,” Beverly reached over for her hand.

“Yes,” she confirmed. It was something her entire crew had discovered shortly after their return - that no one would ever understand it like them. However, Beverly was the closest anyone in her life had ever come to. She cleared her throat. “In the end…all those traumas…they just begin to roll into one.”

Beverly frowned further. “Kathryn…”

She shook her head. “What is important is that we are here now. Enjoying this time together,” she said before lowering her gaze on Beverly. “Plus one,” she added, picking up one of the leather-bound menus on their table.

Beverly didn’t reply with words. She didn’t need to. With a squeeze of her hand that then moved to rest protectively over their child - Kathryn knew more than any verbal language could ever convey. Tonight was for the now - not the future nor the past.

She looked down at her menu. “What do you fancy?” Kathryn asked.

“Oh, I can hardly choose,” Beverly flipped through the pages with one hand while the other was rubbing the top of her stomach in something of an increasingly rushed manner that did not go entirely unnoticed by Kathryn. “It all looks incredible,” she pressed her lips together in a tight smile.

Kathryn kept an eye on her from over the top of the menu though was soon distracted by the last pages. “Coffee - oh yes - their Crème Brûlée is to die for,” she said with enthusiasm. “If it was socially acceptable I would skip the other courses and head straight to dessert.”

A hushed gasp escaped from Beverly.

Kathryn frowned. It was not the type of gasp she may have expected to be elicited by her gluttonous admission. It was more one of shock - of discomfort.

Unless.

Kathryn dropped the menu. “Beverly, what is it?”

Beverly gave her best smile, both hands on either side of her stomach as she released a deliberate breath. “If you want that brûlée, I think we should probably skip to the last course after all,” she replied plainly.

Oh.

Oh.

The dancing.

This Kathryn with this Beverly? This Kathryn with this Beverly.

One last fancy date before the baby arrives. They will also dance, or at least try to, getting kicked in the process.

[divinemissem13]

The fact that Kathryn Janeway and her crew were able to track down off-the-grid Beverly Crusher in a matter of hours tells me two important things.

1. Bev and Kathryn obviously have some kind of personal history that made Bev answer the call.

2. Picard (and the rest of the Enterprise crew) just didn’t try all that hard.

[lothloriencosplay]

It’s almost Threshold day! Here’s a little humor for you featuring a little Sub Rosa too 😂

[the-heartstring-chronicles]

In Picard season 3, Shaw confirms, with his snide comments, that everyone, even people they had never met, knew about the fact that Picard/Crusher were a thing.

And I just saw someone say that in Prodigy, everyone knows about Janeway/Chakotay too.

It makes me laugh because both couples are so private and like, "Who us?"

And the whole universe is like, 'YES YOU!"

[trekkiemage]

I blame @janetfraiser for this entirely

❤️

[songbookff]

A classic "holding hands" request for Kathryn/Beverly ♥️♥️

for my lovely space ladies, of course.

Kathryn had taken the promotion because it was the right thing to do. And to be honest, the thought of being grounded to one planet was appealing after all those years stranded in the Delta Quadrant. But the one thing she wasn't prepared for was how powerless she would be in the Command Center at Starfleet Headquarters while the fleet was engaging the enemy.

And Voyager was out there. Captain Chakotay was more than capable, but Kathryn felt guilty to be safely planet side. Those were her people; her ship. And all she could do was watch.

Because that's what they were doing - a room full of admirals, commanders, and ambassadors. They had given their orders and inspiring speeches. Now it was up to the captains and crews of the fleet. The fate of the galaxy was out of her hands.

She caught sight of vibrant red hair and a white medical uniform out of the corner of her eye. Katheryn felt her body relax just a bit at the presence of Beverly Crusher. It had been two months since they had taken their relationship public to rest of the brass of the Fleet.

Beverly came to stand beside her, close enough that their shoulders brushed together. The Head of Starfleet Medical seemed composed and focused, but Kathryn knew better. Beverly's family was aboard the Enterprise, including Wesley. Neither woman liked to sit by and wait, but this is where they were in their life.

And Kathryn was thankful that Beverly was by her side.

And even more thankful when the other woman reached to grasp her hand tightly when the view screens went blank and the normal chatter of the comms went silent. The communication officers and engineers in the room moved with a flurry of actions, trying to raise the fleet.

It was a long seven minutes. And Kathryn and Beverly stood hand in hand at the back of the room for all seven minutes.

Finally, a voice from the far side of the room shouted, "I've got the Enterprise! It's a back channel, but stable."

"Patch them through," snapped a Commodore from the front.

The entire room seemed to breathe as one in relief when Jean-Luc Picard's deep baritone filled the room. "This is Captain Picard. Starfleet Command, do you read?"

"It's good to hear your voice, Captain. What is your status?"

There was a crinkling on the line and the officer at the desk hurried to clear it up. "They detonated some sort of energy device, however it didn't seem to have the desired effect. Long range sensors are down, as are some communication stations. They certainly made a hasty retreat."

"We've lost all contact here at Command." As the Commodore spoke, several panels began to light up again and the officers were quickly reestablishing connections.

"Then I am happy to say I have all ships reporting in. Minimal casualties. However we are unable to pursue."

"Bring the fleet home, Captain, we'll get 'em another day. Good work."

A cheer went up around the room and Kathryn felt herself smiling. She gave an encouraging squeeze to Beverly's still-clasped hand. The other woman took a deep breath and then turned to embrace her. Kathryn buried her face into Beverly's hair, letting her composure slip for just a moment.

Somehow, they had beaten the odds again.

[scruffyspaceelf]

This felt like something that needed to go on Tumblr. I met Kate Mulgrew yesterday and she was the absolute sweetest, most patient, all in all lovely person <3

[arachniasbride]

Admiral Kathryn Janeway and Doctor Beverly Crusher ✨

I guess it's the perfect time to share this drawing! Prodigy brought me a lot of inspiration. 💙

[revolutionsoftheheart]

kathryn janeway and beverly crusher interacting on screen was not on my 2024 bingo card and yet !!!

thank you star trek prodigy for making this happen