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Beverly was waiting just outside the transporter room doors and when Jean-Luc exited, she quickly joined him in walking down the hall. She threaded her fingers through his and he squeezed her hand.
“Jean-Luc?”
“It’s me, Bev.”
“Only you?”
“I promise,” She smiled. “I gather I said some hurtful things to you.”
“Yes, you...it did.” Jean-Luc paused outside his quarters and when the door opened, he ushered Beverly in. The door slid shut and he drew her into his arms and held her tightly.
“I’m sorry. Forgive me?”
“Always.” Beverly leaned up and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.