Star Trek

Wesley Crusher x Angel!Reader Part 3

A/n: Its a little long. 🤷‍♀️🖖
Y/n: your name
F/n1: friend name 1

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YOUR POV

"-Crusher out." Doctor Crusher says then steps closer to me. "How did you do that?" She asks as he grabs my shoulders and turns me around and my wings flow softly behind me. "I can let people see my wings only when I want them to. Unless... unless they are my 'soulmate', but I haven't met anyone other than you and the people." I say as I look over my shoulder at Doctor Crusher. "Can I touch them?" She asks, and I nod. She goes to touch them, and I feel her hand intertwine with the soft white feathers on my wings. I flinch back and she gasps. "Did I hurt you?" She asked panicked. I shake my head no. "No, it's just.. I'm not used to people touching my wings.." I say, and she nods. "I'll be right back." Doctor Crusher says and grab for her arm. She stops and looks at me with a questioning look. "Whats wrong?" She asks. "Can... can we keep this between us?" I ask, and she steps to face me. "Y/n, I have to tell Captain Picard. And he will tell his first officer, Will Riker. Then its up to you who you tell. You can ask Captain Picard and Commander Riker to keep this between the four of us and see what happens." Beverly explains, and I let go of her arm and sit back on the bed, and sigh. I fold up my wings and hide them. "Y/n, whats wrong?" Doctor Crusher asks. "It's just-... I want to keep what I am quiet and have no one know.." I say quietly and Doctor Crusher looks at me confused, yet again. "What? Why? If you don't mind me asking.." Doctor says and I shake my head 'no' because I don't mind that she is asking. Did I wanna answer, no. But will I, to keep this ship safe, yes. "The people on the ship with me, who didn't make it.. they were my adoptive parents. The reason for the ship crashing was because of me. People were shooting at us, and the successfully shot down the shuttle but I had, as gently as possible landed us. But the ship crashed into the planet. Killing my parents, but left me to survive because of what I am. The people shooting at us, they wanted me. They wanted me dead. My real parents and my adoptive parents are both dead because of me. Do you understand why I want to keep what I am a secret now?" I ask with different feelings starting to arise from deep down. The feelings I shoved so far down, so I didn't do anything that I would regret doing when someone came to save me. I felt anger, sadness, rage, and confusion. I just wanted everything to go back to the way it was before I have found out about my powers.

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FLASHBACK 9 YEARS AGO

I was 7 years old, I was back in Iowa. I wasn't from Iowa, more of San Francisco. My adoptive parents were from Iowa, so I moved there and made new friends. At this time, I was running with my friends through a field, and joking around when we weren't watching where we were going, and a small cliff of about 6-9 feet had dropped with a steep slope. I was in front of everyone, bu there was a decent size space between my friends and I. I ran, and tried to stop short, but it was a hot day and the dirt was dry. My sneaker clad feet skidded across the dirt and over the edge. I screamed and tumbled down the steep decline. Dirt covering me and I hit the rocks sticking out of the side of the decline. "Y/n!" "Oh my god!" "Someone go get her parents!" "I'll go." My four friends said and some yelled. I laid on the dirt floor once I hit the bottom. I groaned and rolled onto my side and sat up. "Y/n!" "Are you okay?" "She's obviously not okay!" "F/n1 went to go get your parents!" The three of them exclaimed. I stood up gingerly, because I was in pain. I looked at my cut up arms, and they started to glow. "Wha-.." I whisper to myself, and look at my other arm and saw it's cuts starting to glow too. They quickly flashed, then I flinched and closed my eyes. I opened them again, and they were gone! The scrapes and cuts were gone!? I suddenly felt a weight on my back and scratched my back. Instead of touching my back, I felt something soft. So soft, it felt like silk. No, not silk. It felt like.. like nothing was there. But there was. I looked over my shoulder. I saw large white wings. I screamed and my friends looked at me. I looked up at them and the all gasped. I spun in a circle trying to look at my new wings, and the just settled for the glance I got every time I looked over my shoulder. I looked up at my friends and then started to climb back up to the top. Moments after I got to the top, my parents and my friend came back. "Y/n! My baby!" My mom says running over to me and hugging me. "Are you okay?" My dad asks crouching down and cupping my cheeks to look at my face. 'How had they not noticed the wings?' I ask myself. I realized my parents have been fussing over me , and I nod at all of their questions. "Yea, yea I'm fine, mom." I say and I look at all of my friends, and they look at me. I shrug and think back to my wings. My parents gasp, and I look behind me. Mom and dad look at each other with fear and a hint of regret I guess you could say. "Hey guys, I think we're gonna take y/n back home..." Dad said and my friends agreed and said it was fine. Mom started leading me away while dad stayed behind. "Look, I think it's best if we don't talk to anyone other than us about what you guys saw today.. okay?" Dad says, and everyone nods. "Okay, good.. thank you guys for understanding." Dad says and everyone nods in agreement. Then dad jogged to catch up with mom and I.
The three of us walked into the house and mom sat me down. "Why do I have wings? Am I not human? Well, stupid question. Obviously I'm not.. but what am I? Why didn't you tell me? I mean, what if I really hurt someone? What if someone was hurt and I could have saved them? I know I can heal, because I was covered in cuts and scrapes when I got up off the ground.. they glowed white and then they were gone! W-What am I?" I say quickly, and finish off with the a question. "Okay, okay, y/n. Slow down.. there's many things you don't know. We kept you in the dark because.. well, for your safety.." Dad says, and I nod, motioning for him to continue. "Y/n, your not human. You're an Angel. To be exact, one of the last known of your kind." Dad says and I stare at him. "Okay.. well, what about you? You're not and Angel! Or mom!" I exclaim. "Y/n, you're adopted. Your real parents thought of you. What the outcome would have been if they had kept you. We were told to keep this side of you a secret. For your own good.." Mom cuts in. "My own-.. My own good?! What!?" I ask confused, and my voice going up a few octaves. "When you were a few months old, you were sent here on a ship with a bunch of people flying away from the planet your parents were born on, your parents were... well... there's no light way of saying this, but your parents were killed. The people who did it were looking for you.." Dad says getting quieter, and I just look at the floor with my hands on the sides of my face close to my temples. "Y/n, say something.." Mom pleads. "What do you want be to say? I just learned that not only am I not human, I'm adopted and my real parents are dead. What else have you been hiding?" I ask standing up. "Look, we know that this can be hard for you, I understand-" Dad starts but I cut him off with my hand. "No! No you don't! You don't know how it feels to learn that your life has been a complete lie! My birth parents are dead, I'm not human, I'm part of a nearly extinct species, and I'm adopted! Unless you have been in the same exact situation I am in right this moment, you do not get to say you understand!" I blow up at them, and then a vase flys across the room. I look at it, and then I look back at my parents and take a deep breath in. "I-I'm sorry... I shouldn't have-" I start but mom cuts me off. "No sweetheart, you have every right to feel the way you do. We were going to tell you, when you were older." Mom says, and I nod. "I just need some space right now.. to process this.." I mutter and walk to my room.

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END OF FLASHBACK

I found myself back in the medical room, and I look around. I must have subconsciously nodded when Doctor Crusher asked if she could leave again. I sigh and lay back on the table.