Physician, heal thyself by puritybrown (G)

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Fandom: STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION
Pairing: None
Length: one-shot
Author on LJ: puritybrown
Author Website: The my fanfic tag on her livejournal
Why this must be read:

If there's one thing I wanted to see on the show, it was MOAR GUINAN. She brightened every episode she appeared in. Luckily, puritybrown has constructed a perfect Guinan pov to help us along. She manages to strike just the right balance between sharing too little and too much of what goes on in the enigmatic bartender's head. Guinan wouldn't be Guinan without her mysterious past, and watching her here, expertly deflecting questions about herself, makes me appreciate her all over again. (She's not bad with the helping of hapless Ensigns, either. Not bad at all.)

At 17:30 on the dot, Ensign Hardwick came into Ten Forward, sat down heavily on his usual stool, rested his elbow on the bar and his head on his fist in his usual manner, and stared at Lieutenant Bazan with his usual forlornly handsome stare.

"The usual?" said Guinan, taking a bottle out from under the bar.

"Yes, thank you, Guinan," said Hardwick, not taking his eyes away from Bazan, who was tucking into a plate of hasparat and listening intently to Counselor Troi.

Guinan suppressed a sigh. Hardwick was a nice boy, a little too earnest at times, but well-meaning; but it was going to take a miracle to get him to stop dithering and ask Bazan out.

She hefted the bottle in her hand. Maybe not a miracle. Or... not a large one,anyway.



Physician, heal thyself