BENEATH THE SURFACE
R
{No part of Star Trek
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did, I sure as hell wouldn't be writing this<eg>}
Fire and ice; the fire
of her inner walls gripping him tightly as he pounded into her, the cooling
breeze contrasting the sweat on his back. The sweet smell of orchids overridden
by the heavy scent of her arousal, her rich moans his only focus, numbing him to
the soft sounds of the forest around them.
He felt her body began
to contract and tremble, his name slipping from her swollen lips.
"Will," The
desperate purr of her voice urged him to pump into her harder, her contractions
devouring him, a final thrust sending him over the edge, his body shuddering
against hers.
He fell against her,
spent, and satisfied, his breathing labored, his heart pounding forcefully
against his ribs. He kissed her flushed cheek, and rolled his large body off
her, stroking a hand through her silky hair.
Propping himself on his
elbow he rested his head in the palm of his hand, silently studying her; thick
ebony lashes, delicate skin, her lips, wet and full, drew his mouth to hers. It
was a tender kiss, one that would leave her flavor in his mouth, to savor, until
the next time they could slip into this special place.
"We really have to
stop meeting like this." He whispered, his dark brows raising
mischievously.
"I don't think
so." She answered, smiling, her voice still coated with the residue of
passion.
He pulled her against
him, stroking a warm hand against her cooling skin.
"I'm afraid I have
to go. My duty shift starts in a couple hours."
She nodded against his
chest, he didn't need to see her face to know her disappointment mirrored his
own. He placed a final kiss in her hair, inhaling the fragrance, willing the
feel and aroma to remain in his memory.
They dressed quickly,
both going their separate ways with only a nodded good-bye.
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"Deck eight,"
He ordered as he stepped into the tubolift, straightening his uniform, and
running a hand through his tousled hair. He'd probably regret this little
interlude later, the negotiations with the Grimalkons were becoming more
difficult, keeping Picard on the surface, and leaving him in command of the
Enterprise. The E had been hanging in space above this planet for over a week,
and from what Picard said would be here for at least a few more. Of course that
wasn't what bothered Riker, he'd found this planet to be very stimulating, and
these negotiations had allowed him to spend time on some most enjoyable
encounters. It was the endless banquets, parties, elaborate balls, and all the
pomp and circumstance that surrounded them that made his skin crawl.
The hiss of the
turbolift doors opening came simultaneously with the chirping of his
communicator, and the steady voice of his captain.
<Picard to Commander
Riker.>
"Riker.... what is
it Captain?"
It was the wee hours of
the morning on Enterprise time, concern naturally slipped into his voice, he
stopped in the corridor instead of continuing to his quarters.
<Number one, I'm
sorry if I woke you.>
"You didn't
Captain, I'm having a hard time sleeping," He lied, "Is something
wrong?"
<No, everything is
fine, I just wanted to run something by you before the negotiations reconvene
today.>
"Of course
Captain," He agreed, moving again towards his quarters.
<Thank you
Commander, when you've pulled yourself together for your duty shift please meet
me in my ready room."
"Understood."
Will took a deep breath
before accessing his quarters, the doors opening on his command he paused for a
moment in the doorway. His cabin was dark and quiet, he moved inside slowly,
passing through the living quarters, into the bedroom, slipping past the bed and
into the bathroom.
He tugged his tunic
over his head, turned on the water for a shower and stared at his reflection in
the mirror. He ran a hand over his beard, noting the additional whiskers on his
neck. His blue eyes moved to his shoulder, his fingers stroking fondly over the
tiny scratches on top of them, a hungry smile pulled at his mouth, but was
instantly jerked away.
"Imzadi."
Her voice, heavy with
sleep, filtered into the bathroom, shattering fantasy with the sledgehammer of
reality.
"Deanna, go back
to sleep." He answered, poking his head into the dimly lit bedroom.
"Are you all
right?"
"Fine, the captain
wants to see me before he beams down to the surface. You still have a couple
hours before you have to get up, I suggest you use them."
He watched her stretch
like a cat beneath the covers, pulling a pillow against herself she looked at
him.
"When did you get
in last night, I didn't hear you."
Riker never flinched,
but lied with the prowess of a gambler.
"You looked so
beautiful, and you were sleeping so soundly, I just couldn't bring myself to
wake you."
She mumbled something
as she pulled the pillow tighter against herself, it sounded vaguely like I love
you. Will instinctively returned the words, watching until her eyes drifted shut
before stepping into the shower.
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Riker rested his arms
on his knees, his hands interlaced, his thumbs stroking methodically against
each other. He studied his Captain closely, Picard's face held its same composed
expression, but the wear and tear of the negotiations had darkened the circles
under his eyes, and deepened the lines on his face.
"Are you sure
there's not a problem Captain?" Will asked.
Picard shifted, resting
his palms on the top of the desk, he cleared his throat, Riker recognized it as
a stall.
"Not with the
negotiations per say, number one."
"What then?"
Picard's shoulders were
too rigid for Riker's taste, and the way he kept moistening his lips, yet
another stall that screamed to Riker he wasn't going to like what Picard was
going to say.
"As I'm sure
you're aware, the federation is not the only faction interested in the
chromo-crystals. Recently the Empress has been receiving threats against
herself, as well as her planet."
"I can make
arrangements to have additional personal sent to the surface for security. And
I'm sure once the federation has reached an agreement with the Grimalkons
they'll be awarded permanent protection." Riker pressed back in his chair,
his glistening blue eyes meeting with Picards muted ones.
"I'm afraid Will,
the Empress and her counsel see that as a conflict of interest. They feel if
they allow us access to the mines before the proper agreement has been reached,
it could very well work against them."
Will narrowed his eyes,
blue diluting to gray, "That makes me suspicious Sir, what are they hiding
in those mines that they find so vital as to refuse protection."
Picard stroked a
pensive hand over his chin, nodding a slow agreement to Riker's suspicions.
"I'll admit that
doesn't sit well with me either. But in the hopes of keeping with the mutual
trust we wish to establish, I've agreed to their request to allow an
uninvolved party to handle security for the mines and the royal family."
The muscles Will had
just begun to relax, flexed again at the mention of the royal family.
"Do you really
believe the family is in danger?" Will asked, keeping all emotion from his
voice.
"I've seen no
evidence, but on the side of caution, a private security force is on their
way," Picard leaned forward on the desk, "Apparently this group
they've hired is quite accomplished at what they do, and they have no hidden
agenda."
Will nodded an
understanding, "Very good Sir." He began to rise from his seat,
Picard's next statement pulling him back down with a thud.
"Will....... I'm
afraid it's Blue Defense, Thomas Riker's team."
Chapter 2
Riker massaged the arms
of the captain's chair and stared at the two planets that filled the view
screen. Grimala, with its deep blue waters and lush green jungles resembled
earth; and though from space even the mundane held a certain mystery, his eyes
continued to drift to the almost translucent surface of Havana. The planet was
over ninety percent water, its occupants living beneath the surface in a world
never seen by the federation. Apparently they'd chosen this way of life to
shield themselves from the technology of the Grimalkons, but no one would ever
know for sure. They spent their entire lives sheltered beneath the icy blue
waters, unaware, and uninterested in the fast paced life of the real universe.
He figured that was what fascinated him the most, the mystery, the forbidden
stirred his imagination and peaked his curiosity. He drew in a deep breath, his
thoughts moving to her, his captured memories of her, so vivid, an internal heat
blossomed inside him.
"You have the
bridge Mister Data." Riker said, lifting from his chair and moving into the
captain's ready room.
He flopped into the
chair behind the desk, propped his elbow on the table, and stared at the
communication screen. He traced his fingers over the controls, wanting to send
the communiqué, but knowing if he did it would betray the pact he'd made with
her. Nothing about this relationship was aboveboard, it seemed when he'd taken
her with the fervor of an over sexed teenager, he'd tossed all rational thoughts
out the window. And worse yet, he knew it was wrong, wrong for him, for her, for
this mission, and certainly for Deanna. But it felt too right, too consummate,
he wasn't sure even if he'd decided to do the right thing, his body, and mind
would allow it.
The communication
screen sparkled to life, Riker startled and accessed the transmission.
"Captain?"
"Number one,"
Picard smiled, "I see by your expression you're finding the excitement of
this mission overwhelming."
"Yes Sir,"
Riker half smiled, "Although under the circumstance I guess I should be
pleased at the eternal quiet."
"Quite true."
Picard nodded, "And I'm personally deriving satisfaction from the fact that
you're sequestered on the Enterprise, and I'm in the thick of things for a
change."
"Payback in spades
I assure you Sir," Will answered, a mock frown replacing his earlier grin.
Picard chuckled, and
responded, "I've just spoken with Mister Riker, Blue Defense is only an
hour from docking and he's asked that you be included in his teams
strategy."
<If for no other
reason then to annoy me, I'm sure.>> Will thought to himself, verbally
agreeing to the Captain.
"Bring your dress
uniform Commander, you'll have no time to return to the Enterprise before the
gala this evening."
"Yes Sir. I'm on
my way."
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Riker shimmered into
existence, dress uniform draped over his arm, he smiled at Deanna as she came
into view.
"You certainly
took your time."
"Wouldn't
you?" Riker replied, "Spending the afternoon with Riker and his
ringers isn't high on my list of titillating tasks."
"Well you can
relax, he hasn't arrived yet," She took the uniform from him, draped it
over the back of a chair, and guided him down the corridor, "It's been two
years since you've seen him, maybe he's mellowed."
He rolled his eyes
doubtfully, pausing in the doorway that led to the gardens. His eyes drifted
over the perfectly maintained gardens, the smell of the orchids that carried on
the cool breeze awakening powerful memories of the night before.
"Commander
Riker," Empress Chalar ended her conversation with Picard, and moved slowly
and gracefully towards him. Her hair was the color of sable, piled in curls on
the top of her head, the wisps that escaped fell over her eyes, amplifying the
translucent blue beneath.
Will bowed deep at the
waist, as was the custom, and waited for her hand to rest on his shoulder before
raising his eyes.
"I'm so glad to
have you here."
"Thank you, your
highness." Will unthinkingly allowed his eyes to slip behind the Empress,
drawing her eyes in the direction.
"Lady Tiara,"
Will said, reenacting his bow, his heart beating faster as her hand came to rest
on his shoulder.
"I didn't think
you'd arrive until tonight." She said, her regal stance, and polished
persona blemished only by the mischief that glistened in her opulent blue eyes.
Her hair was as dark as her mothers, enhanced with tiny gems, it hung in loose
curls over her shoulders.
"It seems we have
some business to attend to before the festivities."
"That's too bad, I
was hoping to show you the garden I've planted. The smell is almost
intoxicating."
Will felt his heart
quicken again at her disguised promise, "I hope to see it later." He
answered, hoping no one but himself had heard the crack in his voice.
Tiara smiled knowingly
at Will before excusing herself and disappearing into the gardens.
<Blue Defense has
docked, your majesty.>
The announcement came
over the intercom, slaying the pleasurable feelings that were pulsing through
him.
Chalar and Picard moved
towards the entrance, Will started to follow, the pressure Deanna placed on his
arm slowing him.
"What?"
"You might want to
cool that Riker charm around Tiara Will, it's obvious she has a crush on
you."
"A crush?"
"Take my word for
it Will," Deanna replied, patting his arm, "And you are old enough to
be her fa....."
"Don't even say
it, Deanna." Will intervened, raising a finger of reprimand.
"Ok," Deanna
laughed, "Maybe not her father, but her much older brother."
Deanna moved away
before he had a chance to make an equally cruel remark, he followed behind,
secretly wondering for the first time why she didn't suspect.
Tom Riker and his men
entered the gardens, their untamed looks and tattered attire exactly what Will
had expected.
"Tom,"
Chalar's use of his first name, caused both Will and Deanna to share a look,
"I see you've returned to your somewhat unacceptable appearance. I hope as
before you'll be willing to conform."
"Of course,"
Tom replied, kissing Chalars hand, not surprisingly throwing protocol out the
window. Tom nodded to Picard and turned his attention to Deanna.
"You're as
beautiful as ever, I see." He raised a devilish brow before looking behind
her at Will.
"And I see you've
still found a way to take a perfectly handsome face and screw it up" Tom
clasped Will's hand, Will returned his challenging grin, and increased the
pressure he was placing on his hand.
"Am I to assume
Mister Riker has provided his services for you before." Picard said, vying
to break up this battle of strength the brothers appeared to have waged.
"Now
Captain," Tom answered smugly, pulling his hand from Wills, " you
should know I'm not the kind to kiss and tell."
Tom's remark came as no
surprise to Will, he rolled his eyes at Deanna. Chalar laughed, appearing to
enjoy Tom's roguish humor, Picard on the contrary shifted uncomfortably.
"Thomas!"
Tiara's voice sounded
from behind them, she moved closer, offering her hand to Tom.
"Tia," Tom
responded, waggling his brows before leaning forward and kissing her hand.
Will forced himself not
to react, and forced himself not to ask himself why Tiara hadn't told him she
knew Tom.
"Tiara, show Tom
and his men to their staterooms. They've agreed to clean up for us again."
Chalar's order drew
Tom's gaze away from Tiara.
"We'll be ready
for this evening." Tom assured them before following Tiara out of the room.
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"Your stateroom is
the same as before," Tiara said, gesturing to the lift, and sweeping her
ebony hair behind her shoulders. Tom nodded to his men and shrugged, "Guess
you guys know the way." He said, dismissing his team.
He stepped into the
lift, keeping his back to Tiara.
"If my stateroom
is the same as before, can I assume your mother still thinks I'm interested in
screwing her daughter?"
Her response was what
he'd expected, her hands slid around his waist, unhooking the clasp at the top
of his pants.
"And aren't
you?" She asked, her hand moving roughly over his growing erection. His
breathing increased as he allowed her to explore him, but as her hand attempted
to move inside, he spun towards her, gripping her wrists with one hand, he
pinned them above her head.
His dark eyes held
hers, his hand moving under her dress, he smiled at the enthusiasm she'd
already generated.
"You wouldn't be
playing both sides of the fence now...... would you?" He ask, tracing his
now damp fingers over her lips.
"Do you
care?"
. He thought about her
question as he watched her tongue spiral over his finger, her lips closing
around it, pulling it deeply into the velvet heat of her mouth.
"Not at the
moment," Escaped against his better judgment on a ragged breath, releasing
her wrists, he initiated the lock for the lift.
Chapter 3
Tom paused outside the
double doors that led into the ballroom, doing a mental rundown of his teams
assignments for the evening. He nodded to himself, satisfied he'd covered all
his bases he stepped inside. The party was well underway, he stood away from the
crowd, and watched Chalar dancing with the Captain, her ivory gown reflecting
the colored lights that danced over the ceiling and floor. Deanna, dressed in a
deep burgundy gown, stood alone, she seemed to be studying the crowd as he was.
His eyes moved to the stained glass doors that lead into the gardens, one was
slightly a jar, he thought he could see Tiara outside. He smiled without
realizing it, his instinct to go to her stilled as he watched Will slip out
through another of the doors. He tried to see through the tiny opening, Deanna's
laughter, and her touch on his arm shifting his attentions.
"It's really not
that funny Deanna."
"Oh yes, it
is." She answered, her eyes sliding from the top of his head to the tips of
his boots.
"I would think
you'd like this look." He replied, stroking his hand over his neatly
trimmed beard.
"It's not the
haircut and the beard, it's the outfit."
He'd known all along
what she was referring to, he was hoping she'd drop it, he was uncomfortable
enough in the skintight black pants, equally tight shirt, and knee high boots,
discussing it was only going to make it worse.
"I personally
think this outfit was meant to satisfy one of Chalar's perverse fantasies."
He said, joining her in her laughter.
"Are those pants
comfortable?" Deanna teased.
"They're not as
bad as they appear, just not a lot of growing room, if you know what I
mean." He raised a brow, and returned the same measuring look she had given
him.
"That must be very
difficult for you." She returned sarcastically, nodding her head and moving
away from him.
"Where are you
going?"
He hurried to step in
front of her, chiding himself for his elevated tone and the marked hint of panic
in his voice.
"I thought I saw
Will go into the garden, I wanted to catch up with him."
"Oh come
one," He grinned, regaining his composure, "You can see that jerk
anytime, stay and talk to me for awhile. How's your mother?"
"My mother?"
She answered, brows raised warily, "Are you sure you're all right
.....maybe those pants are tighter then you think."
"Seriously Deanna,
I never get to talk to you alone, he's always there, dissecting everything I
say." He used his best mental prowess to mask his true motives, and
generated a hard practiced look of innocent pity....both seemed to work, her
dubious expression gave way to a smile.
"OK, you
win," She said, sending a wistful look to the gardens and gently escorting
Tom to a chair.
He settled into the
seat she'd assigned him, shifting a few times as his pants protested his new
position.
"So, What's
new?" He asked, cringing inwardly as he realized he had absolutely nothing
to say to her.
It had taken him years
to get over whatever it was he thought he'd shared with her, to somehow draw the
line between himself and Will. But once he had found where he began, and Will
ended, he had never been able to find a place for her. His years on Nervala four
had given him nothing but time to dwell on her, something he normally would
never have done. His fantasies while he was isolated on the planet began to fuse
together, the real and the make-believe intertwined so closely in that five year
period. ....there were times he had to question if his feelings for her had only
grown for lack of anything else to do. He cared about her, he always would, but
even their time on Betazed was more like a muted dream, then a lucid reality.
He realized she had
finishing answering his question, and he hadn't heard a word she'd said.
"That's
good," He said, hoping it was, "I guess you...."
"Mister Riker,
Counselor, there's been a new threat sent to the Empress."
"Where is
she?" Tom asked Picard, lifting to his feet, his eyes following Picard's
gesture.
"Who?.... does she
know?"
"I think you'd
better speak with her yourself," Picard's solemn expression spoke volumes,
and told Tom if he wanted anymore information he'd do as Picard said.
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He hadn't expected to
see Will hovering over the chancellor's shoulder, his narrowed blue eyes staring
at the transmission.
"What does it
say?" He asked, stepping beside Will, having to bite his tongue to stop
from commenting on his dirt smudged uniform.
"It's written in
Havenese." Will answered flatly, giving Tom a look that meant he wasn't
buying it.
"And it translates
to what?"
Will hit a few buttons
on the console, the alien writing obediently shifting to English.
"Nice," Tom
said, slowly shaking his head at the graphic threat on the screen.
"Have you tracked
it?" Tom directed his question at the Chancellor this time, but was very
aware that Will had discretely moved out of the room.
"The signal's
scrambled, and it wasn't picked up on any frequencies until it literally showed
up on the screen."
"It's obvious who
it's from, the language is only used by one species in the quadrant, and most
have never even heard of Havana."
Empress Chalar was
visibly shaken, more then shaken, her skin was pale, beads of sweat had formed
over her brows. Tom rested a hand on her shoulder and massaged it gently.
"It just doesn't
make sense Empress, I know you and your daughter suspect them, but they've never
given anyone reason to think they have an interest in anyone outside their
world."
His words did nothing
to ease her concerns, and considering the threat was directed in hideous detail
towards Tiara, he could understand why.
"I'll put a patrol
in orbit around the planet your highness."
She smiled a weak smile
at his words, Tom silently motioning for Deanna to take his place with the
Empress.
He moved to the doorway
Will had left through, standing quietly until Will ended his communication.
"What's up?"
He asked.
He'd expected Will to
be skeptical about sharing information, he was pleased when he proved him wrong.
"I've had nothing
to do since these negotiations commenced," Will began, sitting down on the
bench beside him, "I set the Enterprise scanners on Havana, for the hell of
it, just to see if I could find out even one of the secrets the planet
holds."
"And?"
"And nothing, no
transmissions have come or gone from Havana since we arrived. As a matter of
fact, no transmissions from anywhere have been picked up by the
Enterprise."
"So you're
thinking what I'm thinking." Tom said, a slow discerning smile crossing his
lips.
"Yea," Will
replied, "Tell me that's not a scary thought. Almost as scary as those
pants you're wearing."
"Screw the
pants." Tom snapped.
"You don't stop
wearing those pants, and screw may become a thing of the past for you."
Tom refused to award
Will a chuckle, but he was inwardly impressed at his relaxed persona, "So
what do we do?"
"Beats me, you're
security, what do you suggest?"
"Tom, Will, come
in here!" It was Deanna's voice, the urgency of it drew both Riker's to
their feet.
"What happened to
her?" Tom snapped, his eyes moving from the unconscious Empress, to the
barrage of people hovering around her.
"We don't
know." The chancellor responded and continued to shout orders, not only to
his own staff, but Tom's men as well. Picard was attempting to convince the
medical team that the Empress should be transported to the Enterprise, the
Chancellor seemed more concerned about the location of Tiara.
Tom shared a look with
Will, and sidestepped towards him. The glimmer of a transport beam suggested
Picard had won his battle, the Empress and her aid shimmering out of sight.
"I say he does
know." Tom whispered.
Will nodded, opened his
mouth to respond, but was interrupted by one of Tom's men.
"You better get
out here Tom."
Tom had known Gus
Mattson for two years, and in that time he'd seen emotion show in his harsh
features only once.....this made twice, he followed him out the door without
question.
He could hear others
footsteps behind him, he kept his eyes forward, pushing through the tangle of
vines and flowers until Gus stopped.
"Oh God," He
said, the color draining from his face, he dropped to his knees beside Tiara's
bloodied body. He wasn't afforded time to think, or even to touch her, the
chancellor knocked him out of the way, knelt beside her, and shifted his dark
eyes over the small crowd of people.
"Who would do
this?" He uttered, his voice weak and heavy with grief.
Tom raised narrowed and
suspicious eyes to Will, he was met with an identical expression.
Chapter 4
Will and the handful of
people that had found Tiara's body shimmered into sickbay in time to hear
Beverly Crusher log Empress Chalar's time of death into the ships computer.
"Put her over
there!" Beverly's somber expression transformed to a hopeful one as she
barked the order, and began scanning Tiara's body. Her hope was short-lived, she
shook her head after only one pass of the tricorder.
" How did this
happen?"
Her blue eyes shot
swiftly between each of the men that had brought her here, her intense looks
were met with silence.
"One of my men
found her body in the orchid bed." Tom breached the silence, his eyes
falling to rest on the Empress.
"Have you found a
cause of death for the Empress?" He asked, raking a frustrated hand through
his hair.
Beverly shook her head
slowly and methodically, "I'd like to do an autopsy," Turning her
attentions to the chancellor, the only Grimalkon in the room, she continued,
"If that's acceptable? Obviously we know how Lady Tiara was killed, but her
mothers death seems to defy explanation. Did she have any medical conditions we
should be informed off."
The chancellor shook
his head at the doctor, behind his mask of sincerity, his deceit was more then
evident.
Picard cleared his
throat, "Then an autopsy on the Empress is acceptable?" He asked, his
firm, but gentle eyes meeting the Chancellors. Only a few moments of silenced
actually passed, but to Will it seemed an eternity. His mind continued to drift
to Tiara, averting at all costs the steely blue gaze of his brother, and the
deep look of concern he was getting from Deanna.
"An autopsy on the
Empress won't be necessary," The Chancellor's voice was subdued, his eyes
scanning the room as if he thought someone, or something were about to lunge out
at him.
"Clear the room of
everyone but you, the doctor, your first officer, and Mister Riker. then I'll
will explain how and why the Empress is dead."
"I would like the
Counselor to join us," Picard strongly suggested.
"No. I am only
allowing Mister Riker and Commander Riker, because I believe one of them is
already aware how the Empress died."
Will shared a sidelong
look with Tom, Deanna's concerns washing over both of them, so tangibly, both
men found themselves looking at her.
"I'm certain you
had no intentions of that sounding like an accusation Chancellor." Picard
observed, "Keeping that in mind, I suggest we move this conversation into
Doctor Crusher's office."
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"The attachment
between mother and child is established at birth, it is a very sacred process,
our people do not believe that a parent should ever have to suffer the death of
their child. I'm sure you can understand why we wish to keep this from off
worlders." The Chancellor kept his eyes lowered as he betrayed his secret,
smoothing his hands over the folds of his robes.
"And once the bond
is established it's impossible to severe?" Beverly asked the question, yet
her thoughts seemed to be else where. Will had to believe she was thinking about
Wesley, and her own maternal instincts. He found himself reflecting on Ian, and
Deanna's grief, he wondered if then, in that moment, would Deanna have chosen to
give up her life to escape the profound grief.
"The bond is
permanent and eternal, when a child is conceived, a mother's soul divides, one
can never survive without the other."
"So this belief is
the reason your species only has one child?" Beverly noted.
"That's all
wonderful and touching," Tom interrupted sharply, "No disrespect
intended, but it sounds like a bunch of mythical mumbo jumbo. You'll have to
excuse me if I find it hard to believe that when one body shuts down, it shuts
down another. You're talking about souls, I'm talking about physical
beings."
Will released a low
reproving groan, and buried his face in his hands. Tom snapped his head around
to look at him, "What? You're not buying this? Maybe a poison of some
sort."
Will didn't bother
looking up, he heard Picard get up from his chair and move closer to Tom.
"My apologies
Chancellor." Picard spoke, resting his hand on the back of Tom's chair,
"some people have a difficult time accepting that the spiritual has the
capacity to affect the physical."
"Your apology is
not necessary." The Chancellors reply was spoken with a forced tolerance,
he smiled almost knowingly to Picard, and turned dark eyes on Tom. "I'm
quite certain Tiara shared her views on this with you, and with you as well
Commander Riker. She was young and vulnerable, she spoke freely to those she
trusted."
Will pulled his head
from his hand, and met the Chancellors accusing look. "I'm afraid you're
mistaken Chancellor, the Lady Tiara never mentioned any of this to me." He
turned to Tom, who reiterated Will's words.
"I'm sorry
Chancellor," Picard straightened his stance, his voice elevating,
"That is the second time you've accused these men, and I'm not certain of
what it is you're suggesting. But Commander Riker is my first officer, and I
assure you his morals and ethics are above reproach. As for Mr. Riker, Empress
Chalar herself trusted him enough to call on his services more then once. Please
stop tossing innuendoes at them, and lets work together to find out who is in
fact responsible for this murder."
"I believe Mr.
Riker was the last to see Lady Tiara alive?" The Chancellor targeted his
gaze on Tom.
"That was hours
ago when she showed me to my stateroom. I'm sure someone must have seen her
since." He moved his eyes to Will, "She must have been at the Gala.
Will?"
"I didn't see her
there." Will answered, keeping defensiveness out of his tone, "But
there were hundreds of people there, someone must have seen her."
"Agreed,"
Picard intervened, "We have the communiqué, and perhaps an autopsy will
help us figure out the time of death...... doctor?"
"I'm afraid I'm
not certain Captain." She answered distractedly, her eyes never leaving her
tricorder scans.
"Not
certain?"
Will understood the
surprised tone in his Captain's voice, determining time of death was a fairly
simple process with the invention of the tricorder.
She must have felt
everyone's eyes on her because she finally raised her head.
"My preliminary
findings would suggest she died a little under three hours ago." Her
observation drew Tom's eyes to Will, "But it's not consistent with the
blood loss."
"Doctor
please!"
Will was glad the
Captain had snapped, there were times he wanted to throttle Beverly when she
spoke so leisurely and calmly.
"She was stabbed
several times, but I believe her fatal wound was inflicted over ten hours ago.
There's a small puncture wound directly through her heart, the other stab wounds
were inflicted well after her death. I won't know for sure until I do the
autopsy. But I suspect her body was left to bleed to death in cold water,
camouflaging the time of death, just as the stab wounds were meant to camouflage
the fatal injury." She massaged her hand thoughtfully over her chin,
"I'd like to see the spot where she was allegedly murdered, and it would be
helpful Chancellor, if you could tell us how long from the time of her daughters
death it would take before this bond took Empress Chalar's life."
She lifted from her
chair, "Before you all begin asking questions, I'd like to complete the
autopsy on Tiara. And then if it would be possible I'd like all of us to beam to
the surface."
"Very good Doctor,
I'll ask the Counselor to join us." Picard said, the Chancellor also
nodding his approval.
Beverly smiled and
moved toward the door, pausing, she looked back over her shoulder.
"Captain.... for
now I think it best we keep this just between the five of us." Her question
may have been directed at Picard, but her icy stare darted furiously between Tom
and Will.
Chapter 5
<"I can't do
this.>
<Yes you can, you
don't have a choice.>
The two sentences
played in repetition in his mind as he paced the corridor outside sickbay. It
had been hours since he was ordered out, and not knowing what was going on was
driving him nuts. On the other side of the doors he could see the chancellor,
arms flailing wildly, face reddened with anger, challenging Doctor Crusher and
Captain Picard.
"I gotta get out
of here." He offered to no one in particular, and tossed one last look into
the medical lab.
"Me too." He
heard the mutual agreement, but never afforded his brother a look.
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About the time he'd
slipped into a chair in ten forward he'd received the call to return to sickbay.
He looked through the window before stepping inside, the same three occupants as
before sat inside, he tossed a look down the corridor, wondering where Tom had
decided to go now.
As he stepped inside,
the expressions on each of their faces could be easily read; Picard held his
steady, nonjudgmental calm, the chancellors lips were drawn tightly into an
accusing sneer, and Beverly Crusher's meager poker face did nothing to hide the
sadness and anger that shifted in her blue eyes.
"Sir?" He
said, sitting in the chair provided and wiping his damp palms on his pants.
"Number one, I'm
sorry to have kept you sequestered for so long, but the Chancellor was quite
adamant that we run a few tests on Tiara's body."
"Tests sir?"
"Tests that I
normally would have found completely unethical," Picard moved in front of
Will, blocking the death hold Doctor Crusher had targeted him with, "But to
keep the peace with perspective members of the federation, I reluctantly
concurred."
"I
understand." Will had to force himself not to shift nervously, he knew too
well what they'd found out, he was thankful at least Deanna wouldn't be here.
Beverly stepped
forward, her hands buried deeply in her pockets, "It seems the Chancellor
believes you were intimate with Tiara, which of course is no one's business but
your own."
"I agree
Doctor." Will said, matching Beverly's steadfast blue eyes with his own.
"I'm sure you do
Commander," Beverly's professional demeanor slipped for an instant, she
replaced it quickly, but not before she'd silently made her personal feeling
towards him known.
"As I said earlier
there were traces of flesh and tissue under Tiara's nails, to appease the
Chancellor I ran a DNA test on it, comparing it with your own..... unfortunately
they matched perfectly..... And the internal scan we ran also shows
your...."
"You'll excuse me
if I don't see the relevance doctor. My sexual relations seldom end in
murder."
"So you admit to
being intimate with her?" The chancellor's voice was smug and accusing.
"I don't think
that's what I said Chancellor." The bitter lilt in Will's voice brought
Picard into the forefront again.
"I understand your
resentment Will. But if you'd just admit to the relationship, we can be through
with this vendetta the Chancellor seems set on carrying out."
Will drew in a deep
breath and nodded reluctantly, "I'm sorry Sir. I used poor judgment I
know."
"You son of a
bitch!" Tom's voice boomed through the room, drawing all eyes to the
doorway where he stood, "Do you derive some sort of perverse satisfaction
from screwing the same women I do? Is that why you killed her, because once I
got back she blew you off."
Will rose to his feet,
his steps towards the door halted by Picard's firm grip on his arm, "I
notice she was very much alive until you came back. Maybe you killed her because
you couldn't stand to lose .....AGAIN!"
"Stop it! both of
you. Your personal differences have no place here. Sit down!" Picard's
heightened tone and order drew the Riker's eyes away from each other only for a
second.
"That's an order
Commander Riker," Picard added sharply.
"Yes Sir."
Will said, taking his seat.
"This throws a bit
of ice water on your little theory Chancellor." The inflection in Picard's
voice was almost vindictive, "perhaps while your men are sweeping the suite
Commander Riker changed in .......they might also want to do the same to Mister
Riker's stateroom."
The chancellor nodded,
"The flesh fragments could still be helpful, don't you agree captain."
"Not
necessarily," Tom spoke up, "I tend to have that effect on
woman."
Will shifted in his
seat, snapping the captains gaze to him, "Don't move Commander!" He
ordered, "And you sir will remain quiet. Is that understood?" He
added, returning his angry gaze to Tom.
"Why not."
Tom replied tersely, flipping a chair around and straddling it.
"I'm not sure
having the Riker's remove their clothes and expose any scratches is going to be
proof of any kind," Beverly broke in, "Thomas has a point. overzealous
intimacy would more then account for the small fragments of skin under her
nails."
"Humor me
Doctor." The chancellor said.
"I've got no
problem revealing evidence of Tiara's enthusiasm." Tom said, waggling his
brows at the doctor.
"I'll try not to
swoon," She smirked, "But this won't prove anything."
Tom didn't wait for her
to finish, but tugged his shirt over his head.
"That looks like
more then enthusiasm Tom." She said, pulling her tricorder from her jacket
pocket and scanning the reddened scratches that covered his back.
"I guess she had a
lot of it then." Will removed his own shirt, revealing similar marks on his
own skin.
Picard eyed them both,
"Chancellor inform your authorities that I'll be beaming down my own away
team to assist them." Picard darted his eyes between Will and Tom, "I
want to see both of you in the doctors office".
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"Now," Picard
began, closing the door to the office and moving in front of Will and Tom,
"Unless I've completely misjudged my first officer......and the character
he stems from, I have a hunch you're up to something." He raised
questioning brows, his eyes drifting between the Rikers. "The
question is are you willing to share it, or do I throw you both in the
brig."
Will looked at Tom, Tom
looked at Will, both of them shaking their heads in confusion.
"How did you know
Captain?" Will finally asked.
"Let's just say
both of you made very wise decisions when you didn't pursue a career in
acting."
"We were that
obvious?" Tom said, smiling sheepishly at the captain.
"I think you
carried the drama a bit far when you both stripped off your shirts, and
displayed identical scratches. Although I must say my curiosity is peaked as to
how and why they exist, and what on earth could have provoked this rather
unlikely alliance."
Will exchanged a look
with Tom, Tom nodded at his unspoken question.
"When you ordered
us out of sickbay and told us to standby. We didn't exactly stand by sir."
Will admitted with an innocent smile.
"We figured you
were wasting time hanging around in sickbay waiting for an autopsy." Tom's
interjection drew a reproving glare from Will.
"That's not
exactly what we thought Sir. We just felt we should be doing something."
"And what did you
do.....while we were wasting time?" Picard asked, folding his arms across
his chest.
"The evidence
you're gathering from the planet now, we already have it."
Tom reached in his
pocket, retrieved a tricorder and handed it to Picard. "I think you'll find
it neat and tidy, and very, very convenient."
Picard studied the
readouts, slowly raising his eyes, a hint of a smile on his lips. "I can
see now why you chose to ban together on this. It would appear that whomever has
set you both up took great pains to ensure neither of you could ever be
convicted."
They both nodded,
"That's how we saw it, our identical DNA combined with the perfectly placed
evidence suggested not so much that they were trying to set us up, but they
wanted to make sure we didn't go anywhere for awhile."
"Mmm,"
Picard's thoughts seemed miles away, he stroked his chin thoughtfully, "A
vast amount of this evidence could have been planted by only one person."
Will leaned forward,
resting his arms on his knees, he was pleased Picard hadn't called attention to
his indiscretion, but his tryst with Tiara, set up or not was still something
he'd be suffering repercussions from for along time.
"Tiara had to have
been involved, we know that Sir. She was obviously betrayed by someone with a
very different agenda."
"Or someone didn't
like hers." Picard noted, "Do you have any evidence of who?"
The small office fell
silent, both Riker's eyes fell to their laps.
"No, I'm afraid we
don't." Tom finally said, smoothing his hands over his pants, avoiding
Picard's stare.
"The brig was not
an idle threat gentlemen."
"He's telling the
truth Captain," Will looked up, holding his captain's gaze with a marked
sincerity, "If we had any idea, I promise we'd tell you."
Chapter 6
"I really think we
should have just told him everything." Will waited until his Captain was
well out of earshot before voicing his objection to Tom.
"I don't remember
threatening you, you lied on your own," Tom interlaced his fingers and
slipped his hands behind his neck, a lopsided grin completing his arrogant
demeanor, "and quite masterfully I might add. I take that to mean you're
not totally against my theory."
"I'd call it a
vague possibility, certainly not a theory. Deanna's not a killer, and you know
it as well as I do. It's just not in her nature to kill."
"Is it in your
nature to boink a woman half your age and sneak around behind Deanna's back? You
don't actually believe that your mental skills are so disciplined as to be able
to fool her?"
Tom's detached attitude
did nothing to fool Will, he knew Tom was just as upset about the strange,
almost intoxicating desires Tiara had generated in them as he was. He also knew
that they'd both been practically drunk on her not long ago, and since her death
neither of them felt the kind of remorse they should.
He opened his mouth to
respond to the man behind the blue-gray eyes that seemed determined to yank an
agreement from him, Beverly's call to them stilling his answer.
"Were coming
Doctor," He called into the other room, "Let's go, maybe they have
more evidence to hang us with."
Both men entered the
examination room, both men's eyes fell on Tiara's body......The multiple stab
wounds that virtually destroyed her chest were more or less repaired.
"I reconstructed
the wounds layer by layer," Beverly said, "All the stab wounds, the
ones I surmised were inflicted after her death were made with the same type of
weapon, a very thin blade with a jagged edge."
"We knew that
already." Tom noted, his narrowed eyes alternating between Will, the
Chancellor, Picard and Doctor Crusher, "What about the wound to her heart,
the one you say was the cause of her death."
Beverly chewed her
bottom lip for a moment, displaying an uncertainty that Will seldom saw in her.
"I've analyzed the
point of entry for all the wounds, the force used, and the position of the
killer......The fatal wound doesn't match, and from the angle of entry, it
appears to have been self-inflicted."
"Are you saying
she killed herself Doctor?" Piacrd asked, shaking his head in obvious
surprise.
"If she took her
own life, why did someone feel it necessary to re-kill her?" Tom screwed up
his face at his own question.
"I have no idea,
unless it was to mask something," She accessed the screen above the biobed,
internal scans Will didn't understand flashed to life, "Right here, in the
left ventricle of the heart, this blackened area looks almost as if it was
burned."
Will rubbed the back of
his hand thoughtfully under his chin, the image on the screen magnifying,
displaying what looked like a pinprick with a hot needle.
"Have you any idea
what this is Chancellor?" Picard asked, a minute trace of dubiousness
coating his voice.
The Chancellor shook
his head, looking away from Picard's stare.
"I'd like to check
my men?"
Tom's sudden
announcement drew all eyes to him, Picard nodded, and shared a look with Will
before Tom headed for the door.
"You're a suspect
in a crime Mr. Riker," The chancellor bellowed, shooting to his feet waving
an accusatory finger.
"Whatever,"
Tom said, meeting the Chancellor accusation with an insolent grin, "but it
might be a good idea to pinpoint the crime before you start rounding up
suspects."
Will watched Tom
disappear out the door before taking his seat, wishing he could be afforded the
same luxury.
He studied the seams
between the wall and the ceiling, half listening to the obvious choice of
questions Picard and Crusher were throwing at the Chancellor ......Has this ever
occurred before.......Could Tiara kill herself to somehow get revenge on her
mother........If so, who would benefit from covering her intend.
"Commander
Riker?"
Will wasn't sure how
long the lag between Picard speaking to him and his response was, but by the
look on his Captain's face, it appeared it was longer then expected.
"I'm sorry
Captain."
"I believe your
duty shift is about to begin Commander, perhaps you could excuse yourself and
get to the bridge."
Will's mind was still
in a fog, he almost corrected the Captain, but fortunately caught himself before
he did.
"Yes Sir, you're
right." He said, lifting himself from his chair.
The Chancellor's
objection, halted him in the doorway, Picard's intervention and firm dismissal
releasing him from the room.
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Will stepped into the
turbo lift, stated his destination and leaned with a thump against the wall. He
knew where Tom would go once he finished with his men, and he had every
intention of getting to her first. The few hairs they'd found mixed with the
planted blood stains in Tom's stateroom and his suite had matched Deanna's DNA.
He had no idea what had happened to Tom, who had burned him so badly that he
would suspect Deanna of crime so out of character. But he was confident she had
nothing to do with it....if he had to wager on a suspect, his bet would be
placed on Chancellor Alton. The man had started pointing a finger at he and Tom
before any evidence had come in, he had a hunch Picard's thoughts were moving in
the same direction.
The turbo lift doors
opened, Toms' cursing and Deanna's hair-raising cries resounded through the
corridor.
"What's going
on!?" He shouted, running down the corridor, reaching Tom in only a few
strides.
"It's
locked." Tom responded, pounding his fist on the sealed door to Deanna's
cabin, her screams, and tortured cries mounting.
"Computer override
lock on Counselor Troi's quarters... authorization Riker Alpha."
The computer
accommodated, the doors slid open revealing only candlelit darkness.
"Lights!"
Will barked, following the screams into the bedroom. The cabin was untouched,
everything precisely as it should be. Deanna's cries turned to desperate pleas
spoken between intermittent sobs.
He could hear Tom's
heavy breathing beside him as he overrode the lock on the bathroom door. That
door too opened to darkness, accessing the lights, he exchanged a brief glance
with Tom before racing to Deanna. Her body flailed frantically, lashing out at
him, kicking and clawing at the two men as if they'd joined her intangible
attacker.
"Is she
asleep?" Tom asked through clenched teeth as Deanna's fist caught him in
the side of the head.
"I think so."
Will responded, wrestling Deanna to the floor with more force then he ever
thought necessary.
"Call
sickbay!" Will ordered.
Tom's eyes darted
around the room, looking for the nearest comm, with a ragged breath of
frustration he finally pulled Will's from his chest.
"Medical
emergency, counselor Troi's quarters!"
"I'm on my
way." Beverly reacted without hesitation.
Will watched Deanna
struggle, her dark eyes glassy and terrified, her face twisting with apparent
pain. Her satin robe slipped off her shoulder as she fought against him, the
indigo bruises that covered her chest and shoulders motivating his next move.
"Intruder
Alert!"
Tom's shock at what
Will had just ordered propelled him to release Deanna's ankles and crawl in
front of Will.
"Holy shit, what's
happening to her?"
Will shook his head,
calling to Deanna, trying to bring her away from wherever she was. Her face
jerked to the side, he watched in horror as another deep blue welt rose over her
crimsoned cheeks.
Chapter 7
"Commander
Riker?"
A deep, firm voice
shook the darkness.....Deanna's body flailing wildly beneath him, he looked to
the voice for help.
"Will"
A softer voice,
accompanied by the feeling of warm flesh against him filtered into the dark
abyss like a distilled ray of sunlight.
"Deanna!"
His own voice, loud,
and strong shattered his nightmare, his eyes flying open, distorted images
looking down on him.
"Will."
Deanna's breath blew over his cheek, cooling the sweat that covered it,
"Welcome back."
His vision slowly
cleared, the terror that had griped him to his soul dissipated, his heart rate
slowing, his lungs taking in the air he felt deprived of.
"What
happened?" He asked, running a tongue over his dry lips.
"We were hoping
you could tell us?" Captain Picard, wearing a rare and welcome smile looked
worriedly down on him.
"I had a
dream." He answered, searching Deanna's face for reality.
"We're very aware
of that," Beverly commented, tricorder in hand, "It must have been a
bad one."
"How long have I
been here?"
Deanna lifted his hand
and held it securely in hers, the gesture itself telling him he wasn't going to
like her answer, "Two days." She answered, the added pressure she
placed on his hand doing nothing to alleviate his shock.
"Two days!"
"What's the last
thing you remember Will?"
He closed his eyes
tightly, cutting through the dense almost tactile memories of his dream, to the
vague almost unreal whispers of reality.
"Orchids?" He
said, gauging their reactions, knowing if he answered wrong sickbay would become
his new home.
He saw Picard nod,
Deanna smile, and then clenched his teeth as Beverly took a breath and began to
ask another question.
"What else?"
"An elaborate
party." He saw the reactions and quickly amended his statement, "and
when the clock struck midnight my carriage turned into a pumpkin, my horses into
mice, and my beautiful gown into rags."
"He seems himself
to me Doctor," Picard said, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.
"Unfortunately,"
Beverly agreed, shaking her head.
"What happened to
me Beverly, you said I was here for two days......why?"
"We're not sure
Will, you may have had a reaction to the Naju herbs you consumed while you were
dining with Empress Chalar, and her daughter."
Will nodded, absorbing
the information Beverly had just fed him.....he had no memory of the luncheon,
but a fuzzy recollection of the negotiations, and a vivid memory that the
Empress and her daughter were dead.
"When can I get
out of here?" He asked.
"I'd like to run a
few more tests Will. Your brain activity still seems a bit erratic."
"But I
......"
Picard silenced his
objection with a wave of his hand, "You've been here for over forty eight
hours, a few more hours to satisfy Beverly's professional curiosity won't hurt
you."
He nodded reluctantly
and watched his Captain leave the room before turning his gaze to Deanna. He
smiled at her, knowing she was attempting to reach inside him, that his little
charade wasn't cutting it with her.
"Could I speak to
Deanna alone?" He asked Beverly, she hesitated, but with a look from Deanna
agreed.
"What's going on
Will?"
He scanned the area,
making sure no medical personal heard his confession, "I'm having a hard
time remembering ....No," He corrected himself, "I'm having a hard
time separating reality from fantasy."
"I wouldn't worry
about it Will," She answered, gently brushing his hair away from his
forehead, "Clarity will return in time."
He observed her
closely, maybe too closely because her eyes continued to drift from
his......He'd expected a more insightful answer, a deeper concern....neither was
forthcoming.
"Deanna..... is
Tom here?"
"Not yet,"
She said, her reassuring smile falling from her face, "He was
detained."
"I shouldn't know
Tom's coming.... should I ?"
The breath she inhaled
and released was uneasy, she was quiet for a moment then answered him,
"Maybe while you were unconscious you heard us discussing it.....There's
been threats against the Grimolians....they requested an outside party due to
the negotiations."
"Are the threats
from Havana?"
"Of course
not," She said, her eyes narrowing with concern, "There were two
explosions on the surface, both detonators we found were of Cardassian
origin."
He saw her eyes search
the room, looking for Doctor Crusher, he knew if he continued with his line of
questioning he'd never get out of here.
"I'm really tired
Deanna," He said, lowering his lids, and raising every mental shield he
could muster, "I'd like to rest before Dr. Frankinstien returns."
"Sure," She
laughed silently and brushed her lips against his.
He waited until her
footfalls fell silent before opening his eyes and trying to reconstruct at least
a semblance of reality.
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Using every shred of
information he'd learned in bullshit 101, he'd managed to get himself released
from sickbay with the stipulation he not return to active duty for another forty
eight hours. He wondered how long he'd been laying here, shrouded in darkness,
staring hypnotically out the view port in his quarters at the icy blue surface
of Havana. He threw his arm over his eyes, shielding himself from the spell the
planet seemed to have cast on him.
~Will~ His name spoken
softly blew into the room on a cool breeze that ruffled his hair and carried the
unmistakable smell of orchids. The sensation propelled him to pull his arm away
from his eyes, raise the lights and stare into his empty quarters. He rubbed his
hands briskly over his beard, an adrenaline like he'd never felt quickened his
heart, and increased the restlessness he was already feeling.
"I gotta get out
of here." He moved swiftly out of his quarters, picked up his pace and
headed for the shuttle bay.
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Picard's warning
sounded through the shuttle almost simultaneously with his launch.
"Commander Riker,
return at once."
"I can't
Sir." He accessed the shuttle view screen.
"You can, and you
will." Picard ordered, his face stern, his eyes heavy with concern.
"I'm sorry
Sir." He severed the communication, punched the thrusters, and reset the
emergency transporters. He knew they'd try to beam him out first, when that
failed they'd use the tractor beam to stop his descent. He activated the duel
transport, the guise that should at least for an instant make the Captain think
he'd beamed to the surface of Grimola, instead of his true destination.
He breathed a sigh of
relief when his coordinates released him on the tiny patch of land he'd
programmed into the transporter. He tossed a look to the sky, and wondered if
Picard would violate the prime directive and follow him to the surface of
Havana.
"Ever feel like
your freedom of choice has been revoked?"
Will snapped his head
around, looking behind him, "What the hell are you doing here?"
"I was
thirsty." Tom Riker answered, brushing locks of his damp hair behind his
shoulders.
TBC…