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chanter1944And it's also about time these muses came back! Must've been off on a honeymoon. :)
It’s About Time
Author: Chanter
Series: TNG
Characters/pairings: Geordi/Leah and mild Alyssa/Andrew
Rating: PG
Summary: Set shortly after A Different Kind Of Different. Geordi and Leah are married.
837 words
It was larger than she’d expected in the end, with the bridge crew from the enterprise and almost all his engineering staff, half a dozen of her colleagues from Eutopia Planetia, both their families, two of his old commanders and both her old roommates from college turning up to celebrate. And she didn’t mind the relative crowd, not when all the guests were people they both wanted to be there--no Richard, thank God, no relatives that no one remembered, nobody to make awkward small talk with. It was all genuine.
Admiral Quinn performed the ceremony, allowing captain Picard the chance to keep a seat with his fellow officers and the friends of the groom and since it was San Francisco and not his own ship, he allowed the pulling of rank the better to enjoy the wedding of one of his own from the other side of the room. Data was Geordi’s best man, and Beverly Crusher was Leah’s maid of honor--he was the obvious choice and she’d been a friend since her time at Starfleet headquarters, so why not? Another female designer from the shipyard and the newly-promoted lieutenant Sonia Gomez served as bride’s maids, and the groom’s men were Will Riker and a surprising, very jittery Reginald Barclay. Even Wesley showed up, materializing in the center of the aisle and prompting a spontaneous round of applause from the enterprise crew that doubled in volume five seconds later just after the traveler’s apprentice had scurried to a seat, when Leah came through the door on her father’s arm.
The whole affair was a sea of Starfleet colors and practical civilian dress clothing, with Leah in an inky blue dress that she’d later swear was the only one in her closet and Geordi skipping the traditional tuxedo the better to be married in his dress uniform. Gold and black rank pips were everywhere, and deltas caught the light in the crowd every time the clouds shifted and the sun came streaming in, though everyone had had the courtesy to turn their comm Badges off for the duration. It was quick but sincere and in the end a pin could have dropped and echoed in the silence in the room just before the wedding vows, Geordi first and Leah second, skipping the traditional “obey” but leaving in the “love and honor” because obedience and compromise didn’t go well together and they’d both known for years that the one over the other was their way to go.
The celebratory cheer just after they were pronounced husband and wife could have accounted for a crowd twice the size of the one that was there, and never mind how much louder it got when Geordi took the admiral’s suggestion and happily kissed his bride, or how it dissolved into laughter when Lieutenant Duffy piped up from within a cluster of Enterprise engineers “I think I speak for everybody when I say it’s about damn time!”
They both kept their original names--they’d worked for years, why change it now? And anything else would just be too damn confusing anyway. The captain proposed the first toast, raising a glass of his family’s own happily-provided wine and saluting the couple before he drank. A sea of other voices followed him up: Data, Ariana, Geordi’s father, Admiral Quinn himself, a slightly intoxicated colleague of Leah’s. It surprised nearly everyone when Data was the one to first clink his spoon against a wineglass, setting off a chorus of makeshift tinkly bells that were only silenced when Leah leaned over and threw caution to the wind, kissing Geordi in full view of everyone. And when the bouquet sailed over the heads of the assembly in a cloud of blue and yellow flowers to land in the happily-married Alyssa Ogawa’s lap, she was just giggly enough to blurt “Damn it Leah, you did that on purpose, didn’t you?”
The two of them left at the end of the night with their arms full of gifts and their heads foggy with good wine and even better festivities, eyes only for each other as they went. Miles O’Brien had enough sense left to access the Enterprise’s transporter and beam the pair the short distance to Leah’s apartment, though later he openly wondered how the hell he’d managed the maneuver in the state he was in at the reception’s end. It was a cluelessly curious Data who mused aloud just before the transport was initiated, “Should I assume that what is to follow is the human custom traditionally referred to as a... wedding night?
Wesley elbowing the android good-naturedly in the ribs was the last sight they had of the wedding party before they dematerialized, to reform seconds later in Leah’s single bedroom. However, both bride and groom later laughingly admitted to hearing Reg Barclay call out a stuttering but heartfelt “C-c-congratul-l-l-lations! As they transported away.
For Leah, the second marriage was the one that worked out and as for Geordi... he got it right the first time.
It’s About Time
Author: Chanter
Series: TNG
Characters/pairings: Geordi/Leah and mild Alyssa/Andrew
Rating: PG
Summary: Set shortly after A Different Kind Of Different. Geordi and Leah are married.
837 words
It was larger than she’d expected in the end, with the bridge crew from the enterprise and almost all his engineering staff, half a dozen of her colleagues from Eutopia Planetia, both their families, two of his old commanders and both her old roommates from college turning up to celebrate. And she didn’t mind the relative crowd, not when all the guests were people they both wanted to be there--no Richard, thank God, no relatives that no one remembered, nobody to make awkward small talk with. It was all genuine.
Admiral Quinn performed the ceremony, allowing captain Picard the chance to keep a seat with his fellow officers and the friends of the groom and since it was San Francisco and not his own ship, he allowed the pulling of rank the better to enjoy the wedding of one of his own from the other side of the room. Data was Geordi’s best man, and Beverly Crusher was Leah’s maid of honor--he was the obvious choice and she’d been a friend since her time at Starfleet headquarters, so why not? Another female designer from the shipyard and the newly-promoted lieutenant Sonia Gomez served as bride’s maids, and the groom’s men were Will Riker and a surprising, very jittery Reginald Barclay. Even Wesley showed up, materializing in the center of the aisle and prompting a spontaneous round of applause from the enterprise crew that doubled in volume five seconds later just after the traveler’s apprentice had scurried to a seat, when Leah came through the door on her father’s arm.
The whole affair was a sea of Starfleet colors and practical civilian dress clothing, with Leah in an inky blue dress that she’d later swear was the only one in her closet and Geordi skipping the traditional tuxedo the better to be married in his dress uniform. Gold and black rank pips were everywhere, and deltas caught the light in the crowd every time the clouds shifted and the sun came streaming in, though everyone had had the courtesy to turn their comm Badges off for the duration. It was quick but sincere and in the end a pin could have dropped and echoed in the silence in the room just before the wedding vows, Geordi first and Leah second, skipping the traditional “obey” but leaving in the “love and honor” because obedience and compromise didn’t go well together and they’d both known for years that the one over the other was their way to go.
The celebratory cheer just after they were pronounced husband and wife could have accounted for a crowd twice the size of the one that was there, and never mind how much louder it got when Geordi took the admiral’s suggestion and happily kissed his bride, or how it dissolved into laughter when Lieutenant Duffy piped up from within a cluster of Enterprise engineers “I think I speak for everybody when I say it’s about damn time!”
They both kept their original names--they’d worked for years, why change it now? And anything else would just be too damn confusing anyway. The captain proposed the first toast, raising a glass of his family’s own happily-provided wine and saluting the couple before he drank. A sea of other voices followed him up: Data, Ariana, Geordi’s father, Admiral Quinn himself, a slightly intoxicated colleague of Leah’s. It surprised nearly everyone when Data was the one to first clink his spoon against a wineglass, setting off a chorus of makeshift tinkly bells that were only silenced when Leah leaned over and threw caution to the wind, kissing Geordi in full view of everyone. And when the bouquet sailed over the heads of the assembly in a cloud of blue and yellow flowers to land in the happily-married Alyssa Ogawa’s lap, she was just giggly enough to blurt “Damn it Leah, you did that on purpose, didn’t you?”
The two of them left at the end of the night with their arms full of gifts and their heads foggy with good wine and even better festivities, eyes only for each other as they went. Miles O’Brien had enough sense left to access the Enterprise’s transporter and beam the pair the short distance to Leah’s apartment, though later he openly wondered how the hell he’d managed the maneuver in the state he was in at the reception’s end. It was a cluelessly curious Data who mused aloud just before the transport was initiated, “Should I assume that what is to follow is the human custom traditionally referred to as a... wedding night?
Wesley elbowing the android good-naturedly in the ribs was the last sight they had of the wedding party before they dematerialized, to reform seconds later in Leah’s single bedroom. However, both bride and groom later laughingly admitted to hearing Reg Barclay call out a stuttering but heartfelt “C-c-congratul-l-l-lations! As they transported away.
For Leah, the second marriage was the one that worked out and as for Geordi... he got it right the first time.
