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@b.crusher | video
[Nine years. Nine years since she stepped back through the portal, nine years since she returned to the Enterprise, nine years that inevitably faded some of the memories of this place - but not everything. The faces she knows. Even if she forgets now where that cute little corner market was or what the hell half these gifs and memes mean anymore (if she ever understood in the first place) Beverly never forgets a coworker, a patient, a friend. And she left them all in such a hurry. The portal's connection to her time and place had been tenuous, she had to go then, or risk losing her chance to go home all together.
And now... now she's back, exhausted by the weight of war and the toll of death, new lines etched into her face. When the portal specialist told her it had only been a week since she'd left, she had to laugh. Of course. It seems this place isn't ready to let go of her.
Though not typically a frequenter of the network, it is the easiest and quickest way for her to contact multiple people at once. She doesn't want anyone (else - apologies to Lucretia) to be caught unawares by her sudden reappearance, so she leaves a quick video message:]
Good Morning. This is Dr. Beverly Crusher [of the USS Enterprise no more] reporting that I have returned to Riverview.
[For god's sake, woman, this isn't a mission log. She offers a smile - it's a little sad, but a smile nonetheless.]
I wanted to apologize to those I left without proper goodbyes. I hope you got my messages, at least. I'll be at my apartment for the rest of the day if anyone wants to stop by. Thank you.
And now... now she's back, exhausted by the weight of war and the toll of death, new lines etched into her face. When the portal specialist told her it had only been a week since she'd left, she had to laugh. Of course. It seems this place isn't ready to let go of her.
Though not typically a frequenter of the network, it is the easiest and quickest way for her to contact multiple people at once. She doesn't want anyone (else - apologies to Lucretia) to be caught unawares by her sudden reappearance, so she leaves a quick video message:]
Good Morning. This is Dr. Beverly Crusher [of the USS Enterprise no more] reporting that I have returned to Riverview.
[For god's sake, woman, this isn't a mission log. She offers a smile - it's a little sad, but a smile nonetheless.]
I wanted to apologize to those I left without proper goodbyes. I hope you got my messages, at least. I'll be at my apartment for the rest of the day if anyone wants to stop by. Thank you.
whoops sorry this took me a million years
And now that they are face-to-face, and he isn't worrying that the whole thing is some kind of hoax or trick or side-effect of something or other (strange things happen in this place; visions and memories and ghosts and hallucinations...), he sees the changes. That she looks a little older - and if it's enough for him to see it, it must have been at least a few years, right?
Cisco, being Cisco, just comes out with it and asks: ]
How long's it been? For you.
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[She holds his face for just a moment longer. She never expected to see him again, to see any of them again. At best, perhaps Wesley could have gotten them a message, but she wouldn't have been able to come with him.
She drops her hands from his face, but still doesn't let go, taking his hands instead.]
I missed you so much. I'm sorry, that all I could leave you was a letter... there wasn't much time.