Hey, I wrote some fan fiction.  I thought the new Picard show should be like the Love Boat or Fantasy Island.  See this post for my pitch. I would envision this as a 30 minute TV episode.

 

Season 1 – Episode 1 – “Closing the Gap”

Scene 1

“Time for you folks to head down to disembarkation,” the bartender said as he wiped the counter.

A woman pointed at her empty glass.  “I’ll need one more.”

“Let’s go. I don’t want to be late,” said a man sitting next to her.  He had thinning, white hair and looked old enough to be her father.

“I’m having another drink,” she said and pointed to her empty glass again so the bartender would see her.

The man fumbled with a pill case on the bar unable to open it.

“Put that away.“ Her eyes were fixed on the case until the man covered it with his hands.

The bartender placed a square glass full of a green liquid in front of the woman and left.

“You’ll get us thrown off Risa with that,” she whispered.

“I’m not going to get caught.” He let out a sigh.  “Besides, you’re going to benefit from it too.”  He tried to wink at her, but it came across more like a spasm.

“I’m having no part of it.” She crossed her arms and looked away.

“All passengers please proceed to disembarkation,” an intercom announced as a blue planet entered the view out the bar’s window.

“Time to start your vacation.” The bartender smiled.

The woman stood and finished her drink with practiced precision.

“Let’s go. I don’t want to be late,” she mocked as her traveling companion stared up at her.

The man slowly got off his stool.  He was slightly hunchbacked and shuffled after the woman as she moved toward the exit.

“Excuse me, ma’am,” the bartender said. “Your father left this behind.” He held up the pill case between his fingers.

She scowled and marched back to the counter. “He is not my father.” She snatched the object out of the bartender’s hand and whipped around to an even more hunchbacked man.

Scene 2

Jean-Luc Picard dried a cocktail glass and placed it on a shelf.  He was reaching for another when a pale-skinned humanoid entered the bar.

“I need an Andorian Crepuscular.”   

“While I know a barkeep who crafts an excellent Andorian Crepuscular, it is, unfortunately, beyond my capabilities.”

“What kind of bar is this?” The customer’s eyes widen far more than any human’s could.

“It’s just a tourist bar, and I’m quite new here.” Picard smiled.

“What CAN you make?”

“The local specialty is a drink composed of one part regional rum and two parts juice of the native juniper berry, better known as a Risian Daiquiri.”

“That’s not a daiquiri on any planet.” The man frowned.

“There isn’t a bovine analog on Risa, but the locals liked the name.”

The customer made an odd snort out his neck folds and stomped out of the bar. Picard was about to return to his cleaning duties when a couple holding hands strolled into the bar.

“Welcome,” Picard said as the two sat on the stools across the counter from him. The woman wore a gray, one-piece bathing suit. Her companion had jet black hair and a vigorous physique.

“Aren’t you Admiral—” the man started.

Picard waved his hands dismissively. “I’m just a bartender now. Call me Jean-Luc.”

“How did someone like you end up on Risa?” The woman raised an eyebrow.

“Believe it or not, I’ve been here on holiday.”

“If you came here after leaving Star Fleet, that must have been some vacation,” the man said.

Picard laughed. “When Star Fleet insisted that I make room for a fresh crop of officers, I had not planned on coming to Risa. Then I came upon my friend up there on the shelf while packing my belongings.” He glanced up at the horga’hn on the shelf behind him.

“Were you seeking the jamaharon?” the woman asked.

“No, not intentionally.” Picard smiled. “But I did, nonetheless, have an interesting adventure.  I thought I would come back for another holiday and decide what to do next with my life.“

“And you’re still here,” the man said. “You retired over a year ago.”

“I ran across an old friend running this bar, and she asked me to take care of it while she’s away.” Picard lifted a pitcher containing a bright pink liquid. “Can I pour you a drink?” The two nodded, and he filled a couple of glasses. “I recognize your tattoo. It’s the Native American symbol for the Sky Spirits. Isn’t it?”

The man’s eyes widened. “Yes, it is.”

“You must be Chakotay from Voyager, and that would make you Seven of Nine, Tertiary Adjunct of Unimatrix Zero One.”

“Just Seven now.” She took a sip of her drink and winced.

“I forgot to warn you that the local rum is somewhat…strong.”

“Strong is not the appropriate nomenclature.”

Chakotay took a sip. “It reminds me of a medicinal drink my father made.” He took another drink.

Seven slid her glass next to him.

“What brings the two of you to Risa?”

“Nothing in particular,” Seven said avoiding eye contact. Chakotay also looked away.

“I can make that an order,” Picard said in a joking tone.

After a moment’s hesitation, Chakotay said, “We’re having…some marital issues.”

Picard laughed. “No need to explain anymore. I’ve thankfully avoided that battle.”

Seven and Chakotay heard a commotion and turned around to see a young girl being chased by a street vendor they had seen earlier on the path to the beach.

“Papa! Papa!” the girl yelled as she ran into the bar and around the tables to evade her pursuer.

“What did she do this time?” Picard frowned so much his face drooped.

“The little one has stolen a guava berry?”

“Is that true?” He glared down at the girl. She held up a pear-sized, purple fruit but her head hung low. “We’ve been over this before.”

“It’s not stealing if everything here is all-inclusive,” she countered.

Picard poured a daiquiri in a disposable cup.  “Here Yani, this should compensate.”

A smile stretched across Yani’s wrinkled, blue face. “Yes, I believe it will.” He bent down so his head and antennae were at the girl’s eye level. “Don’t let this happen again, little one.”  He winked at her knowing only she could see.   

“I won’t,” she said.

“And what else do you say?” Picard interjected.

“I’m very sorry.” She discreetly winked back at the vendor.

Yani left with his cocktail and the girl jumped up on the stool next to the couple.

“You have procreated,” Seven stated.

Picard slowly nodded. “It’s an interesting story for another time, but the young lady is, indeed, my daughter.”

The girl smiled and said, “I’m Yvette.”

“How old are you?” Chakotay asked.

“Hmmm,” she said.  “I’m five, but I was in suspended animation for a long time. So I guess it all depends on how you look at it.”

“Her mother, Vash, and I met here on Risa, but she left with Q to gallivant around the cosmos and didn’t want Yvette to be corrupted by his antics.”

“He’s a very strange man,” Yvette said.

“Yes, I know.” Chakotay nodded. “I met Q in the Delta Quadrant.”

“Vash left Yvette suspended here on Risa with a note saying that she knew I would return here one day. My arrival here trigger a message, and I knew nothing Yvette until then.”

“A very interesting story, indeed,” Seven said.

Scene 3

In their bungalow by the beach, Seven and Chakotay laid naked in bed after a passionate night.  They could hear the waves on the beech and had all but forgotten their problems.

“Can you believe Admiral Picard is raising a child?” Chakotay asked.

“I do not believe it is any of our concern,” Seven replied.

“Are we going to have to get Katherine on sub-space so she can tell you it’s human nature to be curious about such things.”

“I do not need any more lessons.” Seven pulled the sheet up to her neck. “This is as human as I’m going to get, and you’re going to have to adapt to it.”

Chakotay raised himself up off the bed so he could look into Seven’s eyes. He was going to tell her how much he loved her when a sharp pain pierced his chest. He fell back on the bed gasping for air until he passed out.

Scene 4

The med-center’s open-air, palm frond architect belied its twenty-fourth-century capabilities, but even it couldn’t relieve all of the pain Chakotay awoke to. The exotic drug he smuggled to Risa had worn off, and he’d returned to his decrepit state.

“It’s about time you woke up.” Seven reached for Chakotay’s hand, but he pulled it away.

“We should call it quits,” he said. “I release you.”

“How dare you say that to me,” she said with full-Borg authoritarianism, then she started to cry. “Ask that damn bear. It will tell you I’m right.”

He snorted. “My spirit animal died of old age long ago.”

“Knock, knock,” Picard said at the room’s entrance. “Yani said some of my friends were here.”

Seven and Chakotay turned to see Picard and immediately looked down.

“I still haven’t acclimated to this Risian…openness.” Picard grimaced as he looked over at another patient having a spiny fish removed from his buttocks. “Mr. Chakotay, I must say you’ve looked better.”

Seven wiped the tears from her face. “In the Delta Quadrant, his nucleotides were co-opted by hostiles. Our doctor believed he had eradicated all of the alien modifications.”

“But he didn’t,” Chakotay interrupted.  “Bits of the alien technology remained and caused me to age at an accelerated rate. If that wasn’t bad enough, Seven’s Borg physiology ages at a slower rate.”

Picard nodded. “So you acquired some very illegal, Adrodjian youth drops to narrow the gap and give your marriage a second chance?”

“And it was working.” Chakotay snorted.

“I didn’t want him to change for me,” Seven said.

“It was supposed to last longer than a day.”

Picard rubbed his chin. “Maybe there was an unexpected interaction with your modified DNA.”

“More likely the Ferengi sold him a diluted product,” Seven quipped.

Picard smiled. “It doesn’t matter, because I have a solution to your problem.”

Scene 5

As Picard washed cocktail glasses, his movements hinted at the Mambo music playing in the background. The sun was low in the sky, and he could barely make out the silhouette of a couple entering the bar. It was Seven and Chakotay holding hands, and both were elderly.

“We wanted to stop by and thank you again before we leave,” Chakotay said.

“How did you know the Borg protocol for manipulating my appearance?” Seven asked.

Picard sat a cocktail glass on the bar and walked around to the other side. “You’re not the only former Borg.” He smiled and shook Chakotay’s hand. He gave Seven a hug and quietly whispered in her ear, “Don’t worry, it’s completely reversible.”

Seven smiled.  “We better be going so we don’t miss our transport.”

Picard crossed his arms and watched the happy couple slowly make their way down the path.

“Papa! Papa!” Yvette ran into the bar, and the satisfaction on Picard’s face drained away.