"Come!" Jean-Luc Picard's voice elevated slightly to the
questioning hail to allow entrance to his ready room. Looking up from the consul
in front of him, the door opened to reveal his first officer. Picard did a
double take once he had seen who his visitor was, and his heart gave a painful
thump before continuing on with its now noticeably harder, agonising beat.
Picard swallowed hard before allowing his mouth to utter a sound needing to
settle the tight feeling that threatened to strangle him. Several poignant
silent moments passed before he dared to tell Will to enter, hoping his voice
sounded more encouraging than he felt.
"Will!! Come in, take a seat." Half raising himself out of his
chair, he mentally kicked himself for doing so when he saw the frightened look
that flared in Will's lackluster eyes, so he promptly sat back down.
The tall man quietly, hesitantly, stepped into the room, looking around it
uneasily to settle his mind that no one else was present.
Picard watched him as he gingerly looked at the chair and barely hid the sad
smile that had been a seemingly long past memory. A few weeks ago, Will Riker
would have bounced into the room, swung the chair around and straddled it
without breaking a step.
But this was now. Before him stood a man that could no longer rightfully be
called Will Riker, First Officer of the Starship Enterprise.
Now what stood before him was the shadow of his right hand man. A haunted,
broken counterpart of his former self. The spark had gone from those
unforgettable blue eyes, Picard was not sure when it finally went, but when it
did, his Number One died along with it and left behind this an empty shell.
The captain was also conscious of how much effort Will had made to arrive
here. Picard cleared his throat and gestured towards the man standing still
before him. "Please, Will, sit down."
Will silently took the seat, but hovered on it's edge and Picard recognized
it as an 'instant escape' position. One wrong word and Will would be out of the
door before he could stand to stop him. Picard watched as Will's hands began a
tortuous game with themselves, elevating even more the man's unease.
Picard sensed that Will needed to collect himself and regain his momentum to
say whatever he had ventured from his room to say. So he kept silent, but tried
desperately with his eyes to encourage him to speak.
Picard's eyes watered as he watched Will's mouth try to utter something, but nothing came out. Will had learned that to prevent himself from stuttering like an idiot, he stayed mute until eventually it all came out in one long torrent, and if you missed any of it, tough, you did not get it again.
Will's eyes flickered between Picard, the ceiling and back to his
ever-circling hands. With one last glance to his mentor, his friend, Will held
his breath, shut his eyes and spoke.
"I want to go home Captain, I want to go back to Alaska...I need to go
Picard fell back into his chair. Both hands swept over his head and settled
back on his lap before he looked at Will again. There was so much he wanted to
ask him, but if he began firing questions, Will would run. The only way he would
answer any questions was with a 'yes' or 'no'...If he was lucky. Usually he
either nodded or shook his head.
Sighing loudly, he shifted in his seat as he thought about his first
question, even though it was a simple one.
"Are you sure that's what you want to do Will?" Will nodded slowly.
"Have you discussed this with anyone else?" as expected, he shook
"Are you going to discuss this decision with anyone else?" once
more Will sadly and slowly shook it.
"Not even Deanna, Will?" Picard was incredulous when he got a
negative response to that too.
Picard paused as he tried a different tact. "Will has Beverly released
you from her care?"
It was the wrong thing to say.
Dismayed, Picard watched as the giant bounded from his seat and flew from the
room as if the very devil himself was on his tail. Picard got up to follow, but
stopped short of the closing door realizing that going after Will would only
agitate him more. He stood and stared solemnly at the steel hulk before him and
"Damn, damn, DAMN!!!"
Making his way back to the desk he violently poked the com panel before him.
"Picard to Doctor Crusher."
Moments later her voice echoed around him, "Crusher here."
Picard sighed heavily again, "I'm sorry Beverly, Will has just run out
on me again in a highly agitated state."
A pregnant silence followed before she replied clearly saddened by the news.
"What caused it this time Jean-Luc?"
Picard cleared his throat once more, but failed to hide the choke in his
voice, "He ... he came to inform me that he wants to go home to
She was more curious when she spoke back to him, "Does Deanna know this?"
Picard shook his head to himself as he replied "No... no, I don't think
she does, I asked him, and he said no."
More puzzled, Beverly wondered what set him off; she asked him outright,
"What did you say to him Jean-Luc?"
Picard noisily cleared his throat again, uncomfortable with having to own up
his confession, "I...er...I asked him if you had released him from your
Picard cringed as Beverly's voice boomed around him, he was thankful that he
was on his own in the ready room as she ripped into him, "Damn you
Jean-Luc, what a totally stupid thing to say to someone who is clearly,
clinically depressed. He obviously hasn't been released, and he knows that I
would not release him, I had only just begun to get through to him and Deanna's
working around the clock to help. That was a really stupid thing to say."
Shamed into silence, Picard could only sit and take the barrage, his heart
getting heavier and heavier with each scathing word. By the time she had
finished, there were tears in his eyes and he never thought he would smile
again. Misery surrounded him like a shroud.
Beverly's miserable voice once more spoke to the silence, effectively cutting
him off with the same effect of a knife being plunged into his heart.
"O.k. I'll go and find him. He's probably where he usually is, cowering
in the corner, like he usually is."
"Damn you, Jean-Luc."
The connection was severed abruptly, and at that moment Picard felt the first
stirring of helpless anger. His eyes glistened with angry, helpless tears. His
mind grieving for the nearest thing to a son that he would ever have. But right
at this moment the Captain of the Enterprise wished that his first officer had
died along with all the others that he had been too late to rescue on that
damned planet a month ago.
Because all that was left now was a walking, breathing corpse.
The members of the bridge crew jumped as they heard the crash that emanated
from the ready room and the haunting wail that followed it.
Worf stepped towards the door, but Data's voice stopped him in his tracks.
"That is not advisable Mr. Worf, I suggest we give Captain Picard a few
Worf silently eyed the android as he contemplated on ignoring his request,
but as he beseechingly looked to the other bridge members and saw the pitying
looks; he thought better of it and took his place back at his station once more.
Beverly and her companion hurried along the stark corridors that led to the
cargo bays. The doctor gently held the tiny woman beside her, effectively
slowing her down so as not to draw attention to their destination.
Deanna's eyes shimmered with tears, her face pale against the mane of black hair, her lips pinched as she battled to hold back the sobs.
Deanna had known, as soon as Will had left the Captain that he was distraught. She damned herself for not being there. She damned Will for going alone, and she damned Picard for still being an insensitive jerk.
As they reached the cargo bay door, they took a moment to compose themselves.
Under no circumstances could they walk in there looking and feeling like they
did. It would only distress Will even more.
So they plastered a false, bright smile on their faces, punched in the
admittance code, took a deep breath as the door opened, and stepped inside.
Why Will always headed for the cargo bays was still a mystery. It was a
totally illogical thing to do, but then, Will's breakdown had been totally
illogical too. Considering he had always had an immeasurable inner strength that
had been admired by Starfleet's finest, he had completely taken everyone by
surprise when within hours of returning from the planets surface, he had
retreated into his own private, silent hell.
A quick perusal of the immediate area told them where he was likely to be.
Both sets of eyes settled on the stack of containers piled high in one corner. A
glance to each other said, "There". Cautiously they stepped towards
the containers, and Deanna spoke quietly to the deafening lull, only broken by
their timid footfalls and gentle breathing.
"Will...sweetheart, I've come to take you back home."
The two women stepped around the containers, both coming to a stop when they
spotted their sufferer directly in front of them.
He was sitting in the corner, his knees drawn up but his feet and legs spread
apart, and the familiar hand wringing motion played on between his knees.
Will glanced quickly to the welcome intruders, but his eyes just as quickly
darted away again as his own embarrassment took over.
Seeing the doctor with Deanna, his hand movements sped up when he realized
what was likely to come next.
Deanna came to kneel one side of him, Beverly the other. Deanna lightly
stroked his arm, and he could feel her trying to calm his mind, but he was too
agitated to let her in. Beverly moved and Will spotted the glint of silver and
jerked away. He held up his hands in a defensive stance, surprising himself as
well as his friends with his coherent outburst,
"NO ... NO hypo!! I don't want to sleep."
Beverly moved the hypospray away, but held it where he could still see it.
Touching his shoulder, she smiled softly at him, and whispered, "O.k. Will,
I won't until you let me, you know it helps don't you?"
Will's eyes sparkled as he looked directly into hers, and stiffly nodded. His
voice lost him again and he mouthed one solitary word, 'Later.'
Deanna regained his attention when she spoke to him, "Will, are you
ready to go home now?" He looked longingly into the onyx eyes that once
captured his very soul. Now he could only see concern, and pity, but he knew he
had no right to feel that way. Deanna loved him without recriminations, and was
prepared to stick with him, through thick and thin, but he had nothing to offer
her. He felt dead inside, and he knew he looked dead on the outside, and if he
did not get off this Starship soon, he also knew it was going to kill him.
Deanna and Beverly waited for his nervous nod, and both moved to hoist him
off the floor. As he came to a stand, he automatically clung to Deanna's
shoulders and pulled her close to his side. There were very few places Will felt
safe, this was one of them, in her arms.
Deanna held him around the waist and led him out from behind the containers.
Beverly picked up her medikit, and headed out into the open space of the cargo
hold, Deanna and Will followed on behind.
Deanna could feel his body trembling, she hugged him tighter. He was
frightened and she tried to calm him with her thoughts, but as they neared the
door, his terror increased tenfold. It was then that Deanna realized that they
were not going to be able to walk to their destination.
Beverly turned back to them to speak, but her smile faded as she read the
panic on Will's face. The tiny beads of sweat that begun to form on his forehead
and the way Deanna desperately hugged him close to stop him falling apart again.
Her doctor mode kicked in again as she reached out to soothe her patient.
"It's o.k. Will, we don't have to go out there, we can transport straight
to your quarters, and no one will see you Will, I promise O.k.?" Will
searched her eyes again, reading the trust within them, and he nodded. Beverly
smiled encouragingly at him then turned and spoke to thin air. Moments later
they were back in his quarters. Both women fussed over him until Beverly was
happy that he was not going to go anywhere tonight, or fall apart again. Then
she left Deanna to do her part in his healing process, and for that, they did
not need an audience.
Although she sat on the same couch as him, Deanna might as well have been
sitting a million miles away. Will... her Will was locked away in his own mental
torment for what, at this moment, seemed to be forever. But occasionally, when
he was quiet, and they were alone, and his mind was in relative peace, did her
Will come to the surface. Even if it was only for a minute or so, at least he
was still there.
And it was these moments that gave her faith. Within her heart, Deanna never
lost the hope that her Imzadi was coming back. Life would go on. They would go
on. But until then, they were still in the black tunnel that had claimed him,
and the light was barely a speck in the distance. But it was there.
"Do you want to talk about what happened Will?" She was rewarded
with a shrug. A good start that looked promising. Will looked everywhere around
the room but at her. She tried again.
"Did Captain Picard say something to upset you Will?" Will nodded
sheepishly. It pushed her on. "Can you forgive him for saying something
bad, for upsetting you?" Once more, he nodded, quicker this time. She
caught his eye, he had made contact, Deanna's heart soared.
"Will, would you like me to make you feel good?" Deanna watched his
face as the various emotions flitted across it, until he finally made up his
mind and nodded.
"O.k., come here." She patted her lap and the big man slowly swung
his body around and put his head upon her lap. His long legs draped over the
couch's arm and began to gently swing like a pendulum.
Shifting slightly, Deanna made herself more comfortable then began to caress his forehead until his eyes began to drift shut. Gradually her fingers traced their way around his entire face. She lovingly took in the features that she knew intimately. She lightly stroked his beard, noticing that it needed a trim, but he was a long way from facing the barbers yet. She felt his mind relax and carried on for several minutes until she could almost feel his trance-like state. It was at that point that Deanna tried to reach him again.
"I love you Will, you do know that don't you?" The tiny positive
movement gave her answer.
"Imzadi, do you trust me?" She got the same response.
Everyday her sessions with Will started the same way. Deanna knew that he
needed to feel secure and safe, and the one thing guaranteed to certify that was
the love and trust between them. If it went wrong, he still knew that she loved
"Tell me what happened Will" It was several moments before Will had
formed the words in his mind in order to get them out in one go. "I want to
go home Deanna. I want to leave Starfleet."
Deanna's heart stopped but she managed to keep the steady stroke upon his
face going. "Why Will?" She felt Will's sigh, seconds passed before he
spoke again. "Had enough."
Deanna frowned; her mind struggled to keep neutral "Do you think that it
will help, leaving Starfleet...leaving the Enterprise?" Will nodded and
whispered one word "Yes."
Deanna felt an odd sensation, like she was falling, and her heart began to
sink. This was serious. After everything that had happened, on this mission and
all the others before, Will had never, ever wanted to leave the Enterprise, this
was his home. This was where all his friends were and this was where she was,
the only woman who he truly loved, adored and worshipped.
She was here, with him, on board. And now he was planning on leaving it all behind.
He was planning on leaving her behind.
As her rampaging thoughts threatened to consume her, she struggled to collect
Trying to keep her voice even, she ploughed on needing to get as much
information from him before he closed up. "Where will you go?" Deanna
felt a pain in her heart as he relayed his plans.
"Earth...Alaska...Home, I want to go home. I must go home." Her hand stopped in mid stroke as she held her breath for his next answer.
"Soon...Now, I must go now."
After unsuccessfully carrying on the conversation, Will made it clear that he
was tired and wanted to go to sleep. Sitting up abruptly, Deanna recognized his
need to be alone. She was unhappy that things had progressed to this point but
nothing concrete had been settled.
Deanna sighed and stood to leave. Turning sad eyes onto the man that now
almost cowered into the corner of his couch, she asked him gently, "Will,
do you need your sleep medication, do you want me to call Beverly?"
Dull blue eyes briefly glanced up to her before darting around the room at
everything and everything but her, he jerkily shook his head, folding his arms
and protectively hugged himself.
Deanna bent slightly at the waist to get more to his eye level; she needed
him to understand the seriousness of his refusal.
"Will, you know that the bad dreams will come if you don't, don't
you?" Deanna's heart lurched at the fear that lit up his eyes, and if
possible, he shrunk into the couch even more. He nodded slowly.
Deanna tried again. "Will you promise me you'll call her before you go
to sleep?" He nodded resignedly and spoke his last word of the day,
Deanna reached out to caress his face. She needed to touch him, to comfort
him, to show him how much she loved him, but the hand fell to her side as he
almost climbed over the back of the couch to avoid her touch. Broken hearted,
Deanna stepped back and turned away before he could see her tears. As she waited
for the door to open, she whispered "Good night Imzadi" and hurried
through it as soon as there was enough space to squeeze her tiny body through
As soon as the door had closed, she let the tears fall. Covering her face
with shaking hands, she strove to keep herself from crying out loud. She felt so
useless, so alone. Nobody, nobody could know how she felt at this moment. Her
whole universe was sitting on the other side of the wall, but with every ounce
of life sucked from his soul so that all that was left was a frightened little
boy that had locked every emotion away.
Will Riker, First officer of the Starship Enterprise.
The proudest man in Starfleet.
Her Imzadi, had gone.
Deanna had lost everything, and nobody understood. Without him she was dead
inside too. Her life had no purpose, except to be here to try and bring the
tortured soul of her Imzadi back from the brink of death, and at this moment,
she was losing.
Deanna sat cross-legged in the comfy armchair. The tiny swing of her dangling
foot mirrored the anxiety in her fingers as she twirled the glass, still full of
the iced tea that she had ordered some half hour before, around and around.
Sighing heavily, she continued to stare unseeing out of the porthole at the
passing stars. Normally the sensation of soaring through space filled her with
an excitement like no other. Wondering where they were going to end up next, or
who, or what, they were going to meet was still a challenge.
But not tonight.
Nor the last twenty or so nights that had passed since Will came back from
the planet that 'crushed' her Will.
This had all started off as being a relatively peaceful mission to a distant
outpost in the Mantos system. Having established relations with the Traldians, a
small colony that were survivors of a holocaust that had ripped their own home
planet, Altradia, apart. The few remaining people had fled and settled on the
tiny M class planet, which up to recent times, had believed to be uninhabited.
But even after discovering that they indeed did have neighbors that were
reluctant to make themselves known, the new colonists had granted them their
privacy and kept away from their territories.
For two years they had lived in quiet harmony. Colonies soon formed and
families were beginning to get settled, and new generations were starting to be
born. There was hope for the future.
Until the Enterprise arrived.
The Enterprise D and its crew had been in orbit for nearly five days.
Fascinated with the colonists' simplistic way of life, the crew was keen to
understand and learn the planets diverse flora and fauna, and their amazing
The landing party made its way around the swampy marsh, carefully watching
their feet to avoid falling on their faces into the wet mud.
Will Riker frowned as he made his way towards a clearing on the other side of the small lake, he addressed his companion who was busily scanning a hovering cloud of insects, "Data, have you noticed the distinct lack of animals here?"
Data's yellow eyes looked up to his Commanding Officer with a feigned look of
surprise, and immediately punched the information he required into his
tricorder. After a few moments, he too frowned and told him his findings.
"You are correct sir, according to my readings, there are no animals other
than insects and very small invertebrates within a 20 kilometer radius. Perhaps
sir, there are none to be found."
Will studied his companion briefly as he thought about the findings, then his
eyes swept the area once more, his puzzlement clear in his voice, "Don't
you think that's highly unlikely considering everything here, It's a perfect
habitat for animals. I don't buy it."
Making up his mind, he began to walk off towards the rest of the party and a
couple of the colonists that had tagged along, curious as to what they were all
doing. Will threw over his shoulder as he walked away, "I'm just going to
ask them what they know, I'll be back in a minute." Data acknowledged him
with a raised hand and continued on with his readings.
Will made his way back over to the main party and approached the two hovering
planet dwellers. Coming to a halt in front of them, he threw them a cheery smile
before diving straight in, "Hi, I was wondering, do you know why there are
no animals here?" The two men looked puzzled at each other before looking
back to Will. "Animals?"
Will grinned at their stupidity, "Yeah, you know, pigs, cows, birds,
anything." Dawning rained on the men, "Ah, you mean protein food.
" Will shrugged as he tried to see the connection between animal and
protein, but figured they were on the same track. "Yeah, I guess".
Both men shook their heads, "We did bring a few with us when we first came,
but they soon disappeared, we simply stopped eating protein and became
herbivores." Will nodded, and muttered "O.k. thanks." Turning
away he began to head back towards Data. Lost in thought he did not notice the
tiny sets of eyes that watched him from the thick foliage that lay some distance
away from the landing party.
"Commander, we are being observed. Humanoid life forms, fifteen in
number, approximately 30 meters in that direction." Data pointed his
tricorder in the direction of the dense forest. Will's eyes followed its line,
squinting his eyes against the glare of the sun as he tried to peer into thick
undergrowth. His voice lowered as he voiced his concern to the android.
"Unknown sir, however the colonists are aware of them. They have said
that they have never been approached nor have the colonists approached
Will openly frowned, "I wonder why? Data, I have a real bad feeling
about all this." His hand gestured to everything but nothing in particular.
Data desperately tried to see whatever his Commanding Officer was seeing. It was
apparently clear that Will Riker was bothered about something.
"Sir, do you want me to recall the away team?"
Will stood silently for several moments weighing up the situation before
finally making up his mind. "Yes...Yes I do, I want to find out a bit more
about this other tribe before we resume our studies."
Data acknowledged him with a curt nod and set off towards the crewmembers.
After a few more moments Will followed on, determination now set in his step.
Catching up with Data, he joined the group as they de-materialized from the
"Counselor, do you sense any malice from the colonists, or any reason
for Commander Riker's concerns?" Picard aimed his question from his usual
perch at the end of the ready room's conference table. All eyes turned to face
her, but her own eyes settled on Will's. She could feel his unease. His eyes
focused intently on hers and Deanna unconsciously shuddered as the sensation of
dread washed over her.
Breaking the mesmerizing gaze from her beloved, she turned her face back to her captain disappointed that she had nothing concrete to tell him.
"No sir, I don't, other than the normal primitive emotions that one
would expect from a culture that is just that, primitive. But, it would not do
any harm being extra vigilant, it is not often Commander Riker's 'gut instinct'
Will threw her a small grateful smile. If anyone trusted him with his
misgivings, it was her, and it was comforting to know that she was on his side.
He just hoped that he was wrong.
Picard's voice brought him back to the present as well as making his stomach
"I'm curious about this elusive 'other' tribe. I find it odd that
neither group have tried to communicate. In the long run, it would almost
certainly be to everyone's benefit. A good opportunity to broaden their
knowledge and fresh blood as it were, to stop the interbreeding that is bound to
occur with such a small colony."
Will could feel the tension building within him as he began to realize where
his Captain was heading.
"I think it's time we introduced ourselves to these 'other natives'. You
never know, we could be doing them a huge favor." Will watched him grin,
evidently pleased with his decision. Will was not pleased and as he went to say
so, Picard held his hand up to silence him.
"I know your concerns Commander, and believe me, I've taken them into
consideration, but I think we're judging these strangers a little too harshly
considering that we haven't even met them yet. When we beam down, we will take a
full security team with us. Counselor Troi and I should be all that's
Will shook his head, indignant that he should have even considered going down
instead of him.
"Sir, with all due respects, I disagree. It is my job to introduce
ourselves to new life forms, your safety is paramount, and I insist that you
send me instead of yourself. I'm not happy that the Counselor should go either,
but, unfortunately, she is the only one that can sense danger or deception and I
DO think that there will be trouble sir."
Picard pondered on his words for several moments, before reluctantly
agreeing, "Very well Number One, you may go instead, I'll allow you to be
the mediator on this one, and that is our prime directive, to unite these
people, but, at the first sign of anything amiss, I want you all back on this
ship understood?" Picard looked at each of the three senior members of the
away team that would be going making sure that they understood the severity of
his remark. Deanna, Worf and Will simultaneously murmured "Aye sir".
The six members of the away team were stunned as they materialized on the
edge of the 'strangers' camp. Various people of all ages were around a large
campfire; two children were steadily turning a spit that held a variety of
vegetables that Will recognized from the colonists' camp.
The away team approached cautiously, but although they carried their phasers, they were aimed at the ground. Feeling the necessity to be armed, but not threatening unless threatened, they noticed that nobody reacted to the sudden appearance of the away team.
A youngish man stood as Will came within ten feet of the camp. His
questioning eyes fell to the phaser in Will's hand and back up to Will's face.
Will's face reddened. These people obviously unarmed and he turned enough to
indicate to the others to disarm themselves. Will felt the tension leave the
away team, their relief evident.
Will took a step forward and introduced himself, and his team.
"Hello, I'm Commander William Riker of the Starship Enterprise, and this
is Lieutenant Commander Deanna Troi, our Counselor. Lieutenant Worf, Ensign
Howard, Jones and Pierelli"
Never taking his eyes of the man that curiously looked to each of the team, Will noted that he took a little longer looking at Deanna. She caught Will's gaze, and the laughter in his eyes, so taking the bull by the horns, she stepped forward to encourage the conversation. "Hello, I hope you don't mind us intruding, but we were curious."
Several others gradually made their way to the gathering. Will was surprised at how similar they were to the colonists considering that these people were the true natives here, the only difference that Will could see was that they were not very tall. Most of the adults seemed to be about five feet, but all were quite sturdily built.
Finally the leader spoke, but it was a strange language that no one recognized. After several minutes of failed communication, Will summoned the Enterprise and requested Data's presence. If anyone could decipher the language, it was him.
Data materialized beside the group and a hushed sense of awe swept through
the strangers as Data stepped forward to introduce himself.
Will quickly told him of the situation and they attempted once more to
communicate. Within a few moments Data had established a repartee as Will and
the others looked on in amazement.
A tryst had been finally arranged for the following morning between the two
clans. Both had been keen to be introduced. Data had managed to outline the
benefits to the native Mantosians and Will had convinced the settlers of the
same similar benefits to be had by joining the two factions. Once the language
barriers had been bridged, life, in theory, would become 100% better.
Data acted as the translator as the two leading men, Will, Data and Deanna
gathered at a chosen meeting point, and within an hour, there were hearty
handshakes all round.
As Will watched from the sidelines, he whispered to Deanna. "Dee, can
you still sense nothing from the Mantosians?"
Deanna smiled into Will's worried face, laughing quietly at his obvious discomfort, "No Will, I sense nothing untoward at all. In fact I was about to compliment you on your success as a mediator. I think you've done a wonderful job here, Stop worrying, everything is fine."
Will smiled grimly, and silently hoped and prayed that she was right.
One week after the negotiations, the Enterprise prepared to leave orbit. Data
had remained down on the planet as the two tribes attempted to interact with
each other. A simple, basic language had been established and the Mantosians had
agreed to move themselves gradually into the colonists' camp. Their 'technology'
was slightly more improved and they had more living space, although preparations
were underway to build some temporary shelters until a suitable site could be
cleared for more permanent accommodations.
Although the colonists had refused practically everything that the Enterprise
had offered, on Will's insistence, and after a lot of cajoling, he persuaded the
colonists leader to accept a small transmitter. One flick of the switch and they
would come back.
Four days later~~~~~
"Incoming transmission signal Captain." All eyes turned to the
tactical officer. Worf looked down to his senior officer seated in front. The
captain glanced briefly at his first officer.
"Source, Mr. Worf."
Worf's eyes caught Will's stare. "It's coming from the Mantos system
sir". Will let go of the breath that he'd been holding and along with it he
muttered, "I knew it."
Despite Picard silently agreeing with him, he was still forced to tell the
worried man. "We don't know that for sure yet Commander...Ensign change
course for the Mantos system, warp eight...Engage."
The away team shimmered into life a few yards away from the base camp and on
first perusal everything seemed quiet, too quiet. Data whipped out his tricorder
before Will had the chance to say, "Life signs Mr. Data".
Moments later Will's heart stopped beating as Data relayed his findings.
"There are none sir."
Will's heartbeat came back with a painful thump as he looked incredulously at
the android, "None! That's impossible, there must have been near on one
hundred people here a few days ago. They can't have all gone."
As the away team began to step into the campgrounds, an eerie sensation
washed over him. Making his way towards one of the huts, his ears were assaulted
with a frenzied buzzing. Will's first thoughts were of bees around a honey pot.
But before Will had even reached the make shift doorway he knew the sinister
sound was flies on rotting meat. A startled gasp followed by a distinct retching
noise from one of the security team told him everything he wanted to know.
Every Traldian was dead.
Taking a deep breath he readied himself for whatever lay beyond the door, but
as he went to step through, a hand grasped his shoulder and pulled him back.
Data's warning voice halted him in is tracks.
"I do not advise you to go in Commander"
Searching blue eyes looking into yellow ones, "Why not Mr. Data?"
Without any emotion Data informed him of his findings.
"I am sorry sir, they have all been murdered."
Will looked back at the hut's entrance as he tried to imagine the worst
scenario. "How Data?"
After a moments silence Data finally told him. "It appears that they
have had their throats cut."
Will's guttural moan halted Data's explanation, and he wondered if he should
tell him the rest. He chose not to as he realized that Will would go still in
and find out for himself.
Will took a tentative step forward and stopped again. His eyes drawn to the dark, dank hut's interior.
"I must see for myself Data"
Data nodded. "I understand sir, but I caution you, that is not all that
has happened to them."
Once more Will's eyes caught his. But after squeezing them tightly shut, he
finally took the last step inside.
Every man, woman and child had been killed. An autopsy carried out on board
the Enterprise had shown that the slit throats had clearly been the initial
method of slaughter, but then the Mantosians had systematically cut every person
from neck to groin and removed their entrails. Beverly had been horrified to
find even the unborn had suffered the same fate. The Mantosians did not want
anyone left alive.
And from the moment that Will had stepped into the first hut, and had seen
what he had truly believed was entirely his fault, Commander William T. Riker,
First Officer of the USS Enterprise D had ceased to exist.
The muffled exclamations from her fellow crewmates brought Deanna out of the
trance like state that she had drifted into.
Turning her face from the porthole, Deanna's eyes collided with the man standing in the entrance. Deanna's heart broke and she choked on a sob as she hurriedly rose to go to him.
Will Riker stood in the doorway. Apart from a pair of navy silky pajama bottoms, he was naked. His face was streaked with moisture from crying, his eyes large and frightened, and his lips quivered as he fought against the onslaught of more tears. Deanna looked down his body. Her eyes briefly resting on the broad expanse of his chest almost totally covered with a matte of dark body hair that tapered down to his waistband.
Her eyes traveled lower to his feet that were also bare.
As she looked back up into his face, tears ran unchecked down her own porcelain features, he looked pitifully sad and lost. A wail broke from her throat as Will's arms reached out for her. Deanna instantly stepped into the embrace and hugged him to her. Turning him away from the stares, weeping quietly she whispered for his ears only, "Come on Imzadi, let's take you home."
When they were clear of the lounge, she summoned the transporter room to
transport them back to his quarters, along with a request for Beverly Crusher to
join them there.
Once she had got Will tucked up into bed, she patiently waited for Beverly's
arrival. As she clutched Will's head to her chest she gently stroked his face,
her murmured words calming him, and her own shattered emotions down.
Using her access code Beverly entered the bedroom and quietly made her way to
"Hello Will, you fell asleep again before calling me didn't you?"
He hugged Deanna tighter and nodded sheepishly. Smiling gently at him she
whispered "O.k., Will, I'm going to give you your hypospray now
alright." He nodded briefly and winced as the cold metal touched his skin.
Beverly stood to leave but as Deanna went to do the same, Will's arms tightened around her once more. She saw the desperation in his eyes as he muttered one word "Stay". Deanna relaxed beside him once more "O.k. Will, I'm not going anywhere, just let me see Beverly out, alright?"
Will reluctantly let her go and the two women quietly left the bedroom area.
Before Beverly left her Deanna whispered her thanks. Beverly smiled and squeezed
her arm. "Anytime."
Deanna watched her leave, and then with a sigh she made her way back into
Will's bedroom. Now bathed in near darkness, Deanna made her way around to the
spare side of the bed. She could feel Will's eyes watching her progress.
Slipping off her tunic, she slid into the cool sheets, and as soon as she had
put her head on the pillow, Will snuggled up close. Hugging him to her, Deanna
forced her mind to relax until eventually a combination of her gentle thoughts
and the hypospray finally sent Will into a deep dreamless sleep.
Deanna woke first. At first she was puzzled by the heavy weight across her
waist, but turning her face slightly, her eyes met Will's closed ones. He was
still heavily asleep and Deanna took the opportunity to study the man that she
still deeply loved.
Lightly tracing every feature on his face, Deanna heart ached as she touched the newly formed worry lines that now marked the handsome features. But even so, the lines seemed to heighten even more, the potency that oozed from every pore of his body. His hair, now sprinkled with gray only accentuated that potency even more. Deanna felt her insides grow warm. What she would do to have the man beside waken and take her in his arms like he once used to. To kiss her until she begged him for her release. To connect spiritually, to rejoin the bond that no other could even understand. She closed her eyes and let the once familiar sensations wash over her.
She dreamed of Will's lips touching hers, his tongue forcing its way to the
inner sanctum of her mouth, igniting the flame that smoldered deep within her
loins. His hands feeling their way around the all too familiar territory,
burning their own trail over her secretive spots. Unconsciously, her body moved
gently against his, seeking out anything that the sleeping man had to offer. But
eventually, remembering where she was and the futile position that she had put
herself in, she groaned quietly to herself.
Opening her eyes that were still suffused with the passionate thoughts that
now raged throughout her body, she came face to face with Will's bright blue
gaze. Deanna felt the blush rise, she knew that she had no right to behave this
way with a man that could clearly not give her what her body screamed for.
She went to pull away, needing to put some space between him and her
traitorous body signals, but was surprised when Will's hands held her fast.
Deanna searched his eyes that were barely inches away from hers. Both stayed
silent. Deanna did not know what to do, or what to say, unsure if she was
misjudging his actions.
As the intensity of Will's gaze lingered on, she finally, questionably, hesitantly, whispered his name.
As Will's head approached hers in slow motion, Deanna's eyes fluttered shut.
Not believing this would happen, she waited for Will to change his mind and leap
from the bed like a scared rabbit. But seconds later his warm lips lightly
touched hers. She felt the spark ignite the ache that had been forced to the
very depths of her soul, Deanna held herself still but could not suppress the
moan that slipped through her lips as the hunger that she had woken up only
moments before, surfaced to give her a pain that she could only describe as
someone grabbing her heart, and her womb, and squeezing them with all their
She felt Will's body move closer to her until every part of each other
touched. Deanna could feel Will trembling against her, and she began to gently
caress his arm, until she felt him begin to relax. The kisses remained
feather-light, but they were enough. As his tongue lightly circled her own, his
body slowly moved gently against hers. And even though Will clearly could not
have made love to her, Deanna did not need the physical intrusion of her
womanhood. The magical kisses were creating their own erotic torture, and as she
felt her arousal build up within, her own sensual emotions brought her all the
release that she needed, and within minutes, a cascade of climatic abandonment
surged throughout her body, shaking her to the very core, leaving her quivering
with desire within Will's arms.
Eventually when her spiraling emotions had settled, she opened her eyes. Will
silently watched her. Deanna lifted one finger to his lips and whispered,
"Thank you Imzadi".
Will smiled briefly, then turning away, he swung out of the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. Deanna sighed, and swinging her own body out of the warmth of his bed, she put on her tunic.
Another day had begun.
Four members of the senior crew sat around the ready room. The captain looked at each of his crew. He hated this time of day when they had to sit here and daily relay Commander Riker's condition.
Turning his eyes to Beverly, he resignedly asked her what he already knew the
answer to. "Do you think Will is able enough to return home Doctor?"
All eyes turned to the CMO and without hesitation she shook her head. "No...no I do not. He took the entire blame for the Traldians deaths on his shoulders. He knew his gut instinct was right and yet he still allowed the two tribes to meet."
Picard butted in. "But it wasn't his decision, it was mine. I was more
at fault than Will, I ordered him to arrange the merger, he simply obeyed my
Deanna sighed as she tried to reduce the tensions that were rapidly building,
as they usually did everyday as everyone tried to understand the senseless
massacre of a peaceful people that they had instigated.
"It was no ones fault Captain. Chances are, this would have eventually
happened anyway. One day, the two clans would have amalgamated, and who knows if
the same thing wouldn't have happened. We will never know, but what is done, is
done. It's too late to help them. Now we've got to concentrate on getting Will
back, and I agree with Beverly, he is not able to function on his own. He needs
constant supervision, day and night, but I think we need to respect his wishes
and let him return to Earth. Perhaps this ship is hindering his recovery.
Perhaps there are just too many reminders on board too many memories sir."
The captain nodded slowly, thoughtfully. "Yes, perhaps you are right
Counselor, Maybe it is time to let him go. I want my first officer back, as he
was, and if sending him home might help, then so be it. Counselor, do you have
any objections to going with him? You are the only one who seems to have any
success with him."
Deanna eyes sparkled as she contemplated just what the Captain was asking
her. No medical facilities, no help, and no friends on hand to be there for her
when the going gets bad, and she knew it undoubtedly would. But still, she felt
privileged and honored that her Captain had put Will's destiny into her tiny
hands. Offering a watery smile, she simply said, "No sir, I don't mind at
The shuttle touched down on the ground and as the door opened, a cold, wintry
blast assaulted its occupants. Deanna gasped with shock as the frost bit at her
lungs, causing her to clasp her chest as she tried to acclimatize herself to the
sensation. Will on the other hand, stood in the doorway and took a huge, healing
breath. Deanna observed with wonder as she watched Will transform in front of
her. Gone was the haunted look, even if it was only briefly, Will came alive in
front of her very eyes, and it was then that she saw her first glimmer of hope.
As the hovercar took them to their destination, Deanna looked around at her
surroundings. It was plain to see why Will loved this country so much, despite
the freezing cold. The entire countryside was blanketed with snow that made
everything sparkle. The sun caught the individual crystals making them twinkle
like millions of tiny diamonds. Deanna had never seen real snow before, only
what Will had shown her on the holodeck. This was much, much better, and much,
much colder, but by the time they had reached the Riker homestead, Deanna was
beginning to thaw, both inside and out. Her eyes began to see what Will could
see, and once she had got past the freezing cold, she could see the beauty.
Looking around what was going to be her new home for the next few weeks,
maybe months, Deanna began to question her agreement to come here. A feeling of
overwhelming loneliness washed over her.
Never, ever in her entire life had she felt like she did right now. She sought out Will who had disappeared from view, finding him quietly opening his holdall on top of his bed. His sideways glance found her nervously standing in the doorway. Arms crossed defensively across her chest, the dark eyes shone with uncertainty.
Deanna watched as Will made his way slowly to stand before her. Deanna looked up into the melancholy eyes that not so long ago would have sparkled with merriment at her predicament. Would have laughed to see her standing there, shivering from the unaccustomed cold. Would have wrapped his huge arms around her and swung her off her feet, probably would have slung her on the bed and ravished her senseless. But all that was gone, Deanna often wondered how long it would be before they were doing those things again.
Deanna looked away guiltily as the rampaging thoughts threatened to bring on
tears that were never far away these days.
She started as she felt Will's finger reach for her chin and bring her face
around to look at him head on once more. As azure met onyx, time froze, but as
she felt Will penetrate her mind, she fought back the choke that rose within
her. It had seemed a lifetime ago that Will had sent to her. Deanna's heart
soared as his words filled her with every dream that she could ever wish for.
*I'm glad your here with me Imzadi.*
Their days had begun to follow a familiar pattern. Sometimes they rose
together. Sometimes Deanna slept in her own bed, but more often than not, she
woke beside Will.
They never attempted to make love. Because of their unique bonding, for them
to reach that magical moment when they joined, it took everything their hearts,
minds and bodies could give, and Will was not capable of achieving that depth of
Despite Beverly's pleading Will had steadfastly refused to take any
medication with him when he left the Enterprise. Understanding that he finally
needed to stand on his own two feet, Will knew that he had to break the drug
stupor that he seemed to be forever in. Deanna would be his drug now. She was
all he needed to help him get through this, and together, he had no doubts that
After breakfast, they would bundle themselves up in warm clothes and take a
walk through the woods that surrounded the house. Usually it was done in
silence, but every so often Will would point out something that had caught his
eye, a bear, or a moose, or an eagle and say the one word that connected with
it. Deanna always made a point of holding his hand whenever they were outside.
Mostly to dispel the feeling of loneliness that she sensed within him. But day
by day, slowly but surely he improved.
Will began to speak more words. The nightmares gradually lessened, and if
they happened, she was there.
Deanna was always there.
September soon rolled into October, life became settled. Will was almost back
to his normal self, only a quieter version.
Talk still only happened when Deanna forced him to have a conversation. But
it was the quiet times that did the healing. Day after day, Deanna forced Will
to talk about the tragedy he had left behind until it came to a point of what it
should be, a distant bad memory. A harsh lesson learned. At first, Deanna hated
making her beloved an emotional wreck. Hated making him reduce to tears, day in,
day out. But slowly, the tears lessened.
Commander William T. Riker was coming back.
Deanna flicked off the troublesome bug that fluttered up her arm, but still
it persisted. She tried turning over and huddled lower under the heavy quilt, it
began to tickle her temple. Slapping at her head, she woke up with a start,
groaning at the self-inflicted pain that she had just caused herself. Sighing
loudly, she opened one eye to peer dazed at the clock.
She jumped back with shock as her one eye came face to face with two sparkling blue ones.
Instantly alert, she reached out to touch him, her voice husky with
drowsiness. "Will, is something wrong, can't you sleep?"
He smiled secretly at her, tugging at her hand he beckoned with his eyes to
follow him. Swinging her legs around, she noticed that he was partially dressed.
Puzzlement amongst the daze of sleepiness made Will's heart skip a beat as he
watched Deanna come awake before him. Her hair circled her head in a huge fuzzy
black halo, stray tendrils kissed her cheeks, and the moonlight steaming through
the window surrounded her form with an ethereal glow.
She looked like an angel. For Will, she was an angel. Without her he would
have probably been dead by now. It was his Imzadi that had brought him back from
the depths of despair, and he loved her beyond any logical reasoning. Deanna
Troi had given him back his life.
Taking her hand, he pulled her gently towards the window. Deanna watched his
animated face, aglow with his secret. Despite her fatigue, she smiled at his
As she stood in front of the window, Will circled her from behind, cradling
her close within his arms. Reaching out, he pulled aside the shutter and pointed
to the distant skies. Deanna followed his outstretched hand and gasped as her
eyes met the most beautiful sight she had ever seen.
The blackened skies were ablaze with brilliant hues of varying colors,
dancing across the heavens in zigzag formations as they shimmered and undulated
off into the distance. Deanna felt his lips by her ear; his whisper sent a
shiver of delight throughout her body.
"It's called the Aurora Borealis, or Northern Lights. The native's
believe it to be torches carried by the old souls to lead the new dead to the
after world. The scientific explanation is an interaction between the solar
winds and the Earth's magnetic field.
Still mesmerized, Deanna whispered to the icy air, "I like the native's
version better, it's much more romantic."
Deanna sank into Will's embrace as the emotional impact soaked through her
senses leaving her feeling warm and cherished.
Puzzled, she questioned him further, "Why didn't you tell me about this
Rocking her slightly, he quietly told her. "I wanted to wait until my
mind was healed enough to share the experience with you."
Will rested his lips on top of her curls, savoring the closeness. Hugging her
closer still, his arms enfolding her totally, he felt a deep longing begin to
surface. Sliding his hands down her sides, he pulled her hips against his body.
Deanna gasped in surprise. Swinging her face round to his, she took in the
mischievous grin. Turning in his arms, Deanna found herself swung up into his
strong arms and carried over to the bed.
Deanna searched his eyes, she wondered if Will was ready for this. This was
the first time that he had initiated anything more than the comfortable
companionship that had become a sacred part of his healing process. But Deanna
sensed the change within him. Will was ready to take things further. Her own
body's needs had been pushed away as Will's mental needs needed her more, but
now her body, woken up at last by just his very touch cried out for more. Deanna
silently begged for him to be ready.
Heaven help her, she hoped Will was ready.
Will lay along side of her, his head rested upon his hand. His finger traced
along the outline of her face, gently pushing the wayward curls from her cheeks.
In the silence, only their expectant breathing could be heard. Deanna ached to
reach out and touch him, but instinct told her that Will needed to do this on
his own. Instead, she held herself still and let him take the lead.
Gradually his finger ended up upon her mouth and he delicately traced her
lips. His eyes, heavy with desire watched the movement, until he could no longer
resist the pull. Needing to devour her mouth's sweet recess, he slipped his
finger inside. He groaned out loud as she gently suckled its tip. Seconds later,
he gave up the fight and easing her mouth open, Will replaced the finger with
his tongue. Deanna surrendered herself to him. To the feelings that had laid
dormant for so long. She felt the difference in the kisses. These were much more
subtle; it eventually dawned on her that he was experimenting...testing. He was
getting used to his own emotions and his body's responses.
But with each thrust of his tongue Will became stronger until he became
merciless with his onslaught.
Deanna felt herself become breathless. Her throaty cries spurring him on into
near oblivion, until at last, they surfaced, momentarily catching their breath
and their scattered emotions. But within seconds, Will was plundering her mouth
once more, positioning himself above her tiny frame, totally capturing her
beneath his body.
The kiss deepened further, until suddenly, Will's lips left hers. She felt
the loss immediately. Her eyes flew open along with the tears that dragged
themselves up with the pain of being rejected along with the hunger that raged
Will searched her face in the dimness of the room, the only sounds to be
heard were their labored breathing as they regained their momentum.
But precious moments later, Will finally whispered huskily, "I am ready
Deanna cried out aloud with jubilation and the tears that had threatened,
cascaded down her face. She had waited so long for this moment, and at last, it
"Oh Will. I love you so much."
And before his mouth claimed hers once more, he murmured "And I love you
Deanna, with all my heart"
They had waited for a long, long time for this moment, and now, it was
They had come out of the darkness into the light.
They had finally reached that speck in the distance,
They had made it.
Outside, as the torches blazed across the hemisphere, the spirits left behind
one soul that they thought they once might have been taking with them. A soul
that had been given a second chance of life.
Inside, silhouetted by the moonlight, two naked bodies became one. One
rejoicing in having his life saved by the woman that lay beneath him. The other
filled with a joy that would never leave her. Her Will had returned, but not the
original version. This one was ready to finally commit, finally ready to give
every part of himself to her. He was ready to become her husband. The father of
her children. Their children.
Her Imzadi had returned.
Two lovers had gone to hell and clawed their way back, and had come out the
other end, more in love than they ever imagined possible.
And as their bodies claimed the ultimate release, the chains that bound their
souls together, pulled tightly together, and locked them together, for always.
One month later~~~~~
"Are you ready, Will?"
Deanna looked up into the handsome face as they prepared to re-board the
Will clasped her to him for a final, searing kiss before nodding
breathlessly. "I guess... I am going to miss this though."
They both looked around the home that had now firmly become theirs, and they
both felt a nostalgic pang at having to leave it. "We can always come here
for our honeymoon, Will"
His arms tightened around her, Deanna lost herself in the grin that she
thought at one time, she would never see again. "And I want our children to
see the old souls torches." He kissed her once more before reluctantly
summoning the Enterprise for beam up.
"Riker to Enterprise, three to beam up."
Chief O'Brien's puzzled voice came back to them. "Three sir, I can only
Will and Deanna chuckled knowingly, before putting him out of his quandary.
"It's o.k. Chief, that was just a private joke between us, two to beam
Will and Deanna were expecting the entire senior crew to be waiting for them
when they materialized on the transporter pad. Surprised to only find Captain
Picard and Beverly Crusher, they hurriedly stepped down, and walked straight
into their embraces.
"Welcome home Will, it is so good to have you back." Picard tried
and failed miserably to hide the catch in his voice. His eyes sparkled as he
fought back his emotions.
"Thank you Captain, its good to be back"
As Deanna hugged Beverly close, she grinned as she heard the tell tale bleep
of the tricorder behind her back. Seconds later, Beverly stood astounded in
front of her. "Deanna, you're pregnant?!"
Deanna nodded happily as Will pulled her into his arms. "We most
certainly are Beverly, this baby is going to be the most precious thing to have
ever happened to us. This baby is the result of a woman that gave her very soul
to keep me alive, and more, and I love her with such an intensity that I'm
afraid I'm probably not going to be much use to anyone for a while, certainly
not until after our honeymoon anyway."
The two comrades now both stood open-mouthed before them. Deanna stepped in
with the final piece of news.
"Captain, would you do us the honor of marrying us before we leave
orbit? We have a very special place and moment when we would like the ceremony
performed, and we want the rest of the crew to share the experience too.
Picard nodded happily "I'd be honored to perform the ceremony, wherever,
whenever. For you two, I'd even go to heaven."
As the foursome fell into gales of laughter, Will said, "Well, your not
far off sir, it'll be where the torches are carried by the lost souls as they
lead the newly dead to the afterlife."
And as the two friends laughter trailed off and looked on with puzzlement,
the two lovers turned and made their way out of the transporter room to begin
making preparations for a wedding surrounded by snow, stars, and a lot of love.