With the loss of Deanna's child, Will must find a way to give hope to her again...and
determine where his dreams lie, as well.
Deanna Troi had endured many losses in her life. The death of her father and
the near-death of her mother. And at the start of her career as ships
counselor on the Enterprise, there was the loss of her son" Ian,
and the temporary loss of her empathic ability. Still none of those could add
up to the amount of pain that the death of her child-a real creation of her
own flesh and blood-had left her in. Deanna had suffered both emotional and
physical damage since the miscarriage. Both her body and her emotional state
had been put through hell, and then some. There were many days when she would
experience erratic emotional mood swings, and others when she felt so fatigued,
and exhausted-she dreaded even having to face the day. The worst part was that
Deanna was slowly going into depression. She believed there was no one-absolutely
no one-in the world that could understand what she had been through.
Beverly Crusher had given her sympathies for what it was worth, but it had not
done much for her. Other members of the crew had attempted to be supportive
and helpful through the counselors time of grief, but nothing brought
Deanna any closure. Even though the tragedy had happened almost two weeks ago,
it was still fresh in her mind, as if were only yesterday. She still didnt
feel...at rest with the matter. Deanna still felt that loneliness, the emptiness
that comes with losing something so precious. And above all that, the one person
that Deanna had been avoiding the most since then was the one person that had
wanted to comfort her the most-her own Imzadi, Will Riker.
These days, the first officer of the Enterprise carried around a significant
amount of sorrow in his heart. It wouldnt be obvious to anyone of course,
other than the ships counselor. He didnt make it a habit of letting
everyone on the ship aware of his personal conflicts. Will thought that maybe
he wouldnt feel so bad if he knew that somehow, Deanna was coping with
the death of her baby. Hed seen her throughout the day in the past few
months, and she never looked...at peace, like she was constantly struggling
to stay alive everyday. You could tell Deanna was still grieving, still mourning.
Will understood, though. Maybe more than she even realized.
His life had been hard enough, trying to get through the past few years, standing
back and watching Deanna leading the life he so desperately-but only secretly-wanted.
After their mission with Chochran and the Phoenix, she had gone to further her
study with psychology on Betazed for about two months. In that time-to his amazement-Deanna
had met a professor at the university, gotten to know him quite well, and somewhere
through the course of events that had happen while she was there, the two had
become engaged to be married.
Will remembered the day she told him she was getting engaged. He had to force
himself not to crack in disappointment while he listened to her describe the
man who would soon be her husband. On the outside, he appeared absolutely thrilled
and happy for her, but on the inside-and maybe she knew, who knows-he was miserable
and heart-broken. Deanna was absolutely ecstatic. But there was no way Will
was going to destroy her chance at the life she had always wanted by telling
her how he really felt. It would have done nothing but complicate her life.
Will had simply smiled and gave his blessing-not that Deanna had to ask, but
because he was her best friend, if nothing else. And only three months ago that
she had come to him once again, but this time to tell him-even before her finace-that
she was pregnant.
Surprisingly though, it hadnt bothered him. Not like her wedding announcement.
This was different. Will was truly, genuinely happy for Deanna and her upcoming
arrival. In fact, he was thrilled. Will had hugged her, and held her tightly,
expressing his joy for her and her future arrival. He brought his hands to her
waist, and put his head to the side, against her stomach, as if listening for
the child. Deanna had put her hands to Wills head as he did so, and the
two had stood there for a few minutes, sharing a tender moment. Will looked
up at her, and distinctly felt like kissing her, and even cry, he was so happy...as
if she was his wife, carrying his baby. Except...he wasnt the father-to-be.
Shes chosen someone else for this role, remember? he had told himself.
Will knew his feelings at that moment, and the way he had touched Deanna had
been wrong. It wasnt his place. Not like he had always hoped it would
be.
Deanna had sensed something wasnt right as he backed away from her. "Will?"
she had said as she put her hand to his face.
Will put his own to hers, sighed, and smiled, "Deanna, you don't know how
happy I am for you." He kissed her on the cheek, looked her over one last
time, and then left.
Deanna sat back down on her bed. She remained there for a few moments thinking
about what had just happened. Why had Will seemed so uncomfortable after touching
her? Why was he in such a hurry to leave? It wasn't as if he was not happy for
her...His emotions had made it very clear to her that he was. There was even
a feeling of anticipation...something she had never felt from him before...
Deanna's phychological intuition immediately told her, This is what he always
wanted. A child of his own.
Will's mother had died when he was very young, even younger than Deanna was
when she lost her father. And he had never really had much of a relationship
with his father. His own chance at fatherhood would fill that empty space that
was inside him, and in doing so, it would give him the opportunity to give someone
else the love he had to wait a lifetime to receive. And even after all these
years, Deanna knew in her heart that Will had always wanted to have a family
with her. She put a hand to her belly, caressing it softly. Deanna exhaled and
then sent to Will, I'm so sorry, Imzadi, and cried, the pent up guilt she had
dispersed from her heart all those years ago returning in full force over her.
After about a week, Deanna began to go over all of the posible reasons for why
she had really lost her baby. The physical, physiological evidence was reason
enough for Dr. Crusher, who was used to accepting logic. But that just wasnt
enough for someone like Deanna who dealt with things beyond logic for most of
her life. It was never enough. Maybe it was too soon, she mused. They had-after
all-only been married for a short while, not even a year. She had wanted to
wait...
The continuous contemplation was useless. After each reason, she knew something
else was hiding behind it. Deanna knew the answer was reflected in her eyes
each time she stared in the mirror. Her loss was the result of avoiding the
true interests of her heart...in other words, she had not conceived the child
the one she truly loved...or so Lwaxana Troi believed. Her mother had warned
her about a possible miscarriage because Deanna had chose not to marry her Imzadi,
but she had not accepted it. As if it was supposed to be some sort of sign...
Her loss could in no way, determine who she was supposed to be with! It was
obvious that it hadnt. It had only made her hurt more and more.
But then again...could it? Once Deanna had lost her child, everything from there
had gone downhill. Her 'husband had asked for an annulement from the Betazed
Council since he had believed in Lwaxanas preminition from the start.
And since the miscarriage had come true, it was obvious to him where there marriage
was headed. The whole affair had left Deana crushed, and not to mention humiliated.
Everyone was amazed at the strength she had shown through it all. But not everyone
was convinced by her tough exterior. Will Riker knew she was falling apart at
the seams on the inside. And just the other day Beverly had warned her about
falling into depression... Yes indeed, Deanna was beginning to feel very alone.
"Just fall into my arms, I'll take the pain away. Take my hand, and together
we'll pick up the pieces and build a new future of love and hope..."
That night, Will paid a visit to Deanna's quarters. He found her sitting on
the couch, with her knees hugged against her chest. "I would like to alone,
please."
Ignoring her comment, he walked over to her and said, "Deanna, I know you're
still empty inside. I can feel that, you know," putting a hand to his heart.
Taking her hand in his own, Will said, "I want to help you fill that emptiness...if
you let me. You need to heal, not hurt, Imzadi."
All the emotion she had withheld burst suddenly, over-taking her completely,
"But I can't! I can't stop this...pain. It's still here, inside me!"
Deanna gestured towards her abdomen, "I can still feel...my baby...inside,
Will, even though it's left my body." She got off the sofa and wrapped
her arms around herself.
Trying to collect her thoughts, she said, "You don't know how much it hurts
to know that. To have to live with that emptiness..." she sniffed, "...to
have to live knowing you can never have the one thing you desire most."
Will knew Deanna was also talking about her previous miscarriage with Ian. It
pained even him to reall the memory. "The worst part..." she said
interrupting his thoughts, "the worst part was that Mother said it could
actually happen. I never even considered her advice. And then, I became so attached
with something-someone-that now...I'll never know." Will, too, had tears
in his eyes. Her pain was his, all due to their bond. He could literally feel
what she was feeling. And it hurt, more than words could describe.
He only wanted to comfort her-take away all her grief and do anything in his
power to let his beloved see happier days. As he enveloped her in a secure embrace,
he whispered, "Whether you realize it or not, you're not alone, Imzadi.
I could never give you the love you shared with your unborn child... And it
saddens me to know that I'm not capable of possessing that..."
Deanna brought her tear-stained eyes to his and returned, "This isn't your
fault, Imzadi." His gaze left hers for a moment as he bowed his head in
regret. Then, Will said, "I just feel like I should've done more for you..."
And without even considering his words, continued "I...could've given you...so
much more." He looked up at her once again, and blue eyes locked with her
dark depths.
She remained motionless, unable to say or do anything. her mind was in turmoil
as she considered his words. What does he mean? There was more to it that just
an expression of guilt. An offer, perhaps? "Will."
"Yes," came his quiet reply.
As if searching his soul, as she spoke she said, "Would you still...do
that for me...if I asked?"
"I'll do anything if it means seeing you smile again, Deanna."
"Well then..." she hesitated, "I'm asking you now. I need a future...one
where I can wake up in the morning and feel joy in my life, without any regrets,
without this...sadness...in my heart. I know this is a lot to think about..."
"Shh..." Will silenced her, "you don't have to say anymore. "Deanna,
you don't know how much I've wanted to give you that future...to give you the
future, and perhaps one day, the child you always wanted. I promise to do whatever
it takes to give you all that and more, you have my word."
She looked at him, and saw the truth. He sealed his promise with a kiss, and
so the future as Deanna Troi knew it, was reborn. Imzadi would endure.
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