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wesley crusher || i couldn't help but overhear

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Wesley was in the security room on his day off, checking the microphones throughout the Starship Enterprise and watching what happened on the cameras as Lieutenant Yar had asked him to do. He was going from room to room, only listening for a second to conversations being had as not to intrude, but making sure the mics all worked sufficiently when he tapped into the Sick Bay's mic.

Looking over to the security cameras, he saw his mother, Dr. Crusher, along with (Y/N), somebody he knew from Starfleet Academy. Wesley thought it best not to eavesdrop, so he reached over and went to look over another room. Viewing the bridge, it took him a minute to realize he had heard his name, so he decided to look back over to Sick Bay.

"I just don't know what to do, Doctor. I know I like Wesley, I just don't know what to do about it! To be quite frank, I don't think he knows I exist!" (Y/N) sounded exhausted, voice hoarse from catching an illness on one of the academy's field trips on the holodeck that Wes had unfortunately missed.

"You can't be so sure, sweetheart. Oh, the other day he was going on and on about you!" Wesley's eyes widened and he audibly squealed, cheeks turning a deep pink, ears feeling hot. "He just wouldn't stop talking about his class with you and how the two of you had been talking like best friends. I think that your conversation really meant a lot to him, many of his friends are apart of the bridge crew, it's difficult for his friends to be so much older."

Of course, this was true. Wesley had much older friends, and most of the time he wouldn't be taken seriously. So, when he had spoken to (Y/N) and they had actually listened, it really meant the world to him. He knew that he didn't have to pretend to be something he wasn't in order to be heard, because they were so willing to listen to him. In all honesty, he could be talking about the production of paper in the mid-20th century and they would listen with more concentration the Bridge crew ever gave him.

Wesley wanted to run down to Sick Bay and keep his mother from saying anything else but that just wasn't possible. Well, in theory, it was. But, if he didn't want (Y/N) knowing that he had been eavesdropping, he wouldn't be able to do anything about it. Then, it dawned on him as he looked down, his communicator badge practically begging to be used. As quickly as he had thought of it, he reached down.

"Ensign Crusher to Doctor Crusher, could you please report to engineering?" He said, standing in front of the security rooms door, waiting for it to open. Wesley looked back to the monitoring screen and saw his mother start to speak into her ComBadge.

"I'll be there in 5, Wes." She said as he stepped out the door.

Wesley made his way through the ships corridors and to the engineering room, waiting just outside the door for his mother. Nothing could stop his mind from thinking about what his mother must've been saying before he had listened in. Or worse, after he had called her. He had hoped that none of this made (Y/N) suspicious, or else he would have to move every class he had with them out of pure embarrassment.

One thing he couldn't stop thinking about is why (Y/N) thought that he didn't know they existed! Wesley almost failed a class because he couldn't stop staring at them, luckily it was studying WITH THEM that saved him! The sheer amount of conversations they've held in class wasn't countable, they spent almost every break just talking. Okay, that may be a bit of a stretch, they had talked maybe five times, but regardless it left an impact on him.

Wesley was taken from his thoughts as his mother walked up to him.

"I hope this is important, Wes. I was just taking care of one of your ill classmates." Beverly said, looking down at her tablet to check the small footnotes she had made.

"Mom, do you think you could not talk about me with (Y/N)? I-I just don't want you to say anything embarrassing on accident! Y'know?" He replied, not thinking about what he'd say when she asked how he knew.

"Oh, Wes! You know I'd only ever put in a good word for you! I'm the only wingwoman you have here!" Beverly laughed and put her hand on Wesleys back, "But, how did you know we were just talking about you?" He looked to the ground nervously.

"Well, Lieutenant Yar asked me to check the Enterprise's onboard security systems a-and I was checking each rooms microphones when I heard (Y/N) say my name. I wasn't planning on eavesdropping but I couldn't help but overhear! My curiosity got the best of me, I guess." He shifted his weight, showing outward signs of uncomfortability, "But I just really like them, so please try not to embarrass me too much."

"Don't worry, Wesley honey. Now, If you don't mind, I need to return to my patient and I think you need to finish that security check for Tasha." They nodded in agreement with her statement and went their separate ways.

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"Ensign Crusher to report to the holodeck." A soft, unfamiliar voice came from the ships sound system. As always, Wesley obeyed and left his quarters, heading to the holodeck as instructed.

As he was walking, he pondered why anyone- especially a random person- would call him to the holodeck. It was an odd place to meet, but he knew that he would be safe as long as he was on the Enterprise. Wesley arrived at the doors of the holodeck and watched them slide open to reveal a gorgeous sunset, shades of pink, blue and purple shining on the surrounding grass fields. He stepped inside, jaw dropped in amazement at the pure beauty that engulfed him. Looking to the ground, he saw small arrows of differently colored grass pointing him to the right. He followed the arrows and turned a corner, revealing (Y/N) sitting on a red and white checkered blanket with a wicker basket, head down as they played with the grass.

Wesley walked closer to the blanket and cleared his throat, causing (Y/N)'s head to snap up. Awkwardly, he waved and moved to sit down while they watched. In his mind, Wesley was praying to every God and every all-powerful being that he wouldn't mess this up.

"Did my mom send you down here?" He asked them, voice breaking mid sentence. (Y/N) giggled and looked back to the grass.

"Ah, actually it was Counselor Troi and Lieutenant Data. They said that your mother had a surprise for me on the holodeck." Wesley listened intently, confused on why his mother decided to get Deanna and Data of all people to help! Regardless, it just mattered that the two of them were together now.

"Well they couldn't have picked a more beautiful place for a picnic, don't you think?" He chuckled, nervously scratching the back of his head and shrugging, "What's dinner look like?"

Pushing his nerves aside, Wesley decided it best to get comfortable as fast as possible with (Y/N) to avoid any awkward tension. They opened the basket and reached inside, pulling out a small tupperware of a mix of berries, two almond butter and jelly sandwiches, two bottles of water, and finally two chocolate chip cookies. (Y/N) gave both themselves and Wesley one of each thing, placing the berries in the middle and sitting up, admiring the sunset.

"It's beautiful out here. Not too warm, not too cold, no risk of infection." They joked, making light of their recent illness.

"It really is beautiful. I still think there's room for some improvement of the situation, though." Wesley said, scooting closer to (Y/N).

"Really? How so, Crusher?" They looked over their shoulder to be eye to eye with him.

"Allow me to demonstrate, (Y/L/N)." He said before leaning in and kissing them, hand behind their head.

It was perfect, really. His hand was tangled in (Y/N)'s hair as they kissed, draped in the sun's last moments of shining. In the background, they both could hear crickets chirping, frogs croaking, and wind through the trees leaves. Thank god Lieutenant Yar had asked him to check security that day, and thank god his mother was there to help set things up. The two of them broke apart before smiling and blushing.

"You really aren't as awkward as you seem, Crusher. How did you even know?"

"I couldn't help but overhear." (Y/N) laughed at him and bit into a sandwich, leaning their head on his shoulder.