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Inspired by the song.
Author's note: This is not exactly a nice 'happy-ever-after' piece. A different
perspective on how the Worf-Troi thing came to be.
The play begins: I was getting fed up with all your livin up with every girl
around town... But now I flipped up, and while your friend was around I gave
him a taste of my love I know that I broke your trust for a night of lust, but
don't let that break us up.
The Argument: I needed a shoulder to cry on but I got more than a shoulder that
night I know that you're mad and you're angry, who gives a damn you didn't treat
me right You know that I love you more than anything, you are the center of
my life It was just tip, a tap, a little payback, let it go and leave it like
that.
Breakdown scene: So many times you broke my heart, I never thought that it would
heal So I decided to return the pain you always make me feel Now I won't try
to justify what I did, but I'll tell you why If you think someone else is in
my life, then maybe you'll treat me right.
Deanna noticed the crystal orchid sitting peacefully by itself on the table
nearby. Not the one Thomas had replicated for her, but the original Will had
given her on Betazed to compliment their time at the falls. There it set, perfect
in its architecture and design, and even more beautiful to behold as it sparkled
in the light that reflected off its edges. She went to it. She stared at it
for an infinite period of time, admiring it, but somehow, not really concentrating
on the beauty of the statue.
Then Deanna picked it up. She pulled back, slammed it down to the floor, shattering
into a million pieces, just like those of her broken heart. That was it. She
was done with all of it. She was done with him. The photo of him that she had
framed on the nightstand next to her bedside stared back at her happily and
handsome as ever. And so many times she had looked to that picture to calm her,
comfort her, to use as an equalizer whether he was near or not... Except now,
it only served as a nuisance, almost mocking her in her fury. Deanna would as
well hear his laughter in her ears.
Tears of hurt, frustration, and years of bottled emotion finally got the better
of her. They burned her flustered cheeks, but dried as easily as they fell.
So began her fit of rage. She picked up the photo and threw it to the nearest
wall. "I hate you, Will Riker!" she spat vehemently.
She stood there, sobbing, with no one but herself to hear her cries of desperation.
Emotional stability gone, and her strength dwindled, she finally admitted defeat,
falling to her knees. Her hand caught a few shards of crystal left broken from
the orchid. Blood seeped from where it penetrated her soft skin. Deanna clenched
her hand to her chest in pain and sobbed even harder.
END