Star Trek Reader Inserts

Wesley Crusher

Having a boyfriend can be scary. You never know about anything. Where things would go, how things would work out. Away mission sometimes tainted things like that.

You and Wes were on a planet where the people were relaxed. Nothing went wrong and everything seemed to go right. You and Wes were cuddling on a couch, just a pair of normal sixteen year olds, when things went wrong.

One of the defense machines the Enterprise had dropped off had started to malfunction. You had worked in that machine yourself! It shouldn't have malfunctioned. Stunning lasers were shooting everywhere. The lasers would leave a burn, and maybe a scar. Wes had dove down behind a couch, pulling you with him.

You crawled over to the machine to try to fix it. Wes had started to move over by you, only getting shot four times. His body went ridged and he fell unconscious. "Wesley!" You scream, trying to see if he would wake up.

The machine kept shooting lasers, hitting many of the locals. You felt pretty bad about that. There was a button in the center of the machine that causes it to shut down. Using all your strength, you ripped off a panel. You started to pull out wires, hoping it didn't explode.

The button was small, maybe about the size of a pencil tip after it had been dulled. Using your finger nail, you pressed the button in. The machine stopped shooting, causing there to be silence. It was broken by Captain Picard yelling "what happened!?"

"I'm sorry Captain. The machine malfunctioned. I tried to stop it sooner, but I couldn't. If possible, I would like to apologize to the leaders myself. I'm very truly sorry." You say, before looking over at Wes. He was hit once on his face, once in his foot, and twice on his chest.

You rolled him over to examine him. One of the burns on his chest was bad, it actually looked like it had boiled. "Wow," you whisper. Wesley groaned in response, slowly starting to move.
"Let's get you to the Enterprise."

"Kay." He muttered as you helped him stand. He winced with every step, because of his foot. You practically carried him to the landing spot.

"Two to beam up." You say into your communicator. The glittery color of the transporter surrounded you two.

When you were in the transporter room, you were greeted by multiple doctors that were beaming down to the planet surface. Beverly Crusher was among them.

"Wesley!" She exclaimed, running over to him.

"M' alright." He muttered.

"I've got him Mrs. Crusher." You say, moving off of the transporter pad.

Later that day, Wesley fully woke up. The burns were semi healed and he was feeling better.

"What happened?" He asked, taking a sip of water.

"Remember that machine I made? Well it malfunctioned and started shooting lasers. You were hit four times." You explain to him. His face had a pretty nasty burn; it looked painful.

"Oh," he muttered looking away.

"That burn looks painful." You say pointing to his face.

"It is, very." He added. You leaned forward and touched his face. He grabbed your hand with one of his hands and used his other hand to pull you closer to him. He kissed you sweetly, making your first kiss ever.