Disclaimer: None of this
stuff belongs to me.
Notes: This story takes place immediately after the first season episode,
"We'll Always Have Paris." I was intrigued by the conversation at the
end and tried to imagine how it would have been resolved. Hope you enjoy my
attempt.
"We'll Always Have Sarona 8"
Skeeter2219@aol.com
Counselor Deanna Troi smiled to herself as
she looked in the mirror and held up various outfits, trying to select the
perfect one to wear for this evening's get-together on Sarona 8. She chuckled as
she recalled the earlier conservation that had taken place on the bridge.
I've only been there once, but there's this great bar - I can't remember the
name of it…they serve these blue concoctions. Will's enthusiasm had been
catching.
It's across the square from the Zanza Men's Dance Palace, she had chimed
in. The look on Will's face when she had volunteered that particular piece of
information had been priceless.
It's called the Blue Parrot Café, said the captain, who had gestured in
her direction, and you're buying.
Browsing through the clothing in her arms, Deanna found a pink dress with a
modest neckline that would be suitable for the occasion. As she began to pull it
from the hanger, a blue shiny slip of fabric caught her eye. Chuckling, she
pulled it from the pile for a closer look. The dress had been a gift from her
friend Chandra years ago, from a time when they both had been gangly teenagers
with crushes instead of relationships and padded bras instead of boobs. She
didn't even remember packing it. With a quiet laugh, she recalled their
conversation.
Dee, I got you something…Chandra
had burst into the room with the most evil grin on her face.
This can't be good, Deanna had
whispered as Chandra brought her arms from behind her back and presented her a
folded garment wrapped in tissue paper.
What's the occasion? she had asked
as she began to unfold the corners of the paper reluctantly.
Nothing special - consider it an early
birthday present. Remember when we were looking through that catalogue and you
saw that dress that you thought was beautiful but you said your mother would
never let you wear it? Deanna had looked at her friend with a mixture of
dismay and excitement.
Chandra, you didn't! she gasped, as the paper had slid away and Deanna
was left holding the most gorgeous garment she had ever seen. The dress was
backless and made of a whisper-thin metallic blue silk that, theoretically, was
supposed to cling in all the right places. Unfortunately, Deanna had had yet to
develop those "places" and the dress hung loosely on her pubescent
frame. Chandra merely laughed at her when she had finished changing and
presented the finished product to her friend.
You have nowhere to wear it just yet anyway. Someday, Deanna Troi, you'll
meet a special man and that dress will knock his socks off!
Feeling daring, she decided to throw caution to the wind and slipped into the
dress before she could change her mind. That someday was today. Her body had
long since filled out and she surveyed the effect in the mirror. 'I can't
believe I'm about to do this,' she thought with a nervous giggle as she began to
apply her makeup. She decided to wear her hair up in a long ponytail like she
had worn it when Wyatt came onboard for their "almost wedding." As a
final touch, she slipped an ornamental silver band around her upper arm and two
silver teardrop earrings into her ears. Satisfied with the overall effect, she
went to collect Beverly from her quarters before beaming down to the surface.
Will Riker wouldn't know what hit him.
***
"Bev, I don't know what to do. Our relationship is so complicated."
"You still have feelings for him, don't you?" she asked, searching
through her jewelry for a suitable pair of earrings.
"Yes…"
"And do you think he feels the same way?"
"I don't know. He's still attracted to me, of course, but I can't get a
clear sense of how he feels - perhaps my own emotions interfere."
"There seems to be only one solution to your problem, Deanna."
"Which would be what?"
"Make him jealous. Flirt with other men. If it bothers him, he'll let you
know. If not, then he doesn't feel that way about you anymore." Deanna
looked unsure.
"I don't know, Bev…"
"Trust me, Deanna. Works every time. Especially when you're dressed like
that," she told her as she slipped on her shoes.
"You think it's too risqué? The
captain will be there…"
"And we're all off-duty. You look
unbelievable...don't you dare change." Deanna smiled and silently thanked
her friend for the encouragement.
"Ready?" They started for the
door.
"Riley to Dr. Crusher." Beverly
touched the comm panel.
"Crusher here."
"Doctor, Lieutenant Anderson is in labor." Beverly let out a sigh and
looked at Deanna apologetically.
"I'm on my way," she answered. "I'm sorry, Deanna. I'll have to
join you later. You still want to check out the Zanza Men's Dance Palace? How
about we meet there at 23:00?"
"Sure."
"Good. Have fun and remember what I said!" Beverly called as she
started down the hallway toward the turbolift that would take her to Sickbay.
Deanna tried to quell her rising apprehension and continued to the transporter
room.
***
As she materialized on the
surface of Sarona 8, she looked around in delight at the crowds of people
bustling through the square. It had been too long since the Enterprise's last
shore leave and she found that she was really glad for the break. Her stomach
clenched in anticipation as she spotted the familiar neon blue sign and the
gaudy plastic bird outside the Blue Parrot Café. Nervously fidgeting with her
dress one last time, Deanna made the short trip across the square and entered
the bar.
The smoky room was dimly lit, the only real
illumination coming from small plastic lanterns strung up on the walls and
candles in round jars in the middle of every table. The place was pretty full
and Deanna skimmed the room before spotting the two men she was looking for at
the bar. Swallowing the nervous lump in her throat and ignoring the occasional
stray whistle of appreciation from passers-by, she finally reached Will and the
captain. She slid up onto the empty bar stool between them and addressed the
pair.
"I believe this round's on me,"
she told them throatily, not sure whether the smoke in the room was affecting
the timbre of her voice or if it was her inner seductress trying to break free.
Beverly would have been proud. For his part, Will merely sat there with his
mouth hanging open. Picard looked at his first officer with amusement and took
Deanna's hand.
"Counselor, you look stunning,"
he told her, kissing her hand before letting it drop.
"Please, we're off-duty, I insist you
call me Deanna."
"I'd be delighted if you returned the
favor."
"Why would she call you Deanna?"
Riker asked, his eyes still glued to the beautiful woman sitting next to him.
Picard and Troi both began to laugh and Will seemed to shake off the stupor he
had been in since Deanna's arrival.
"I mean…I…nevermind," he
mumbled. The trio moved to an empty table and the waiter brought their drinks.
The "blue concoction" they were all familiar with came in a large
glass complete with a pineapple slice and a colorful paper umbrella. Will
thankfully buried himself in his while Deanna and Jean-Luc chatted about the
last time each of them had been to Sarona 8. Several drinks later, Will was
considerably more relaxed but no more talkative. He was content to simply watch
Deanna converse with Picard. Every once in awhile he would break his gaze away
from her to shoot a murderous glare at an approaching male who would then
quickly retreat to the far side of the room. At one point the captain excused
himself to use the restroom and Deanna slid her gaze to Will.
"Are you going to talk to me at
all?" she asked him softly.
"I'm sorry, Deanna. I've been rude.
It's just that you look incredible and I can't seem to form a coherent thought
when I'm around you."
"Flatterer," she admonished him
but was secretly pleased at the comment.
"I'm going to retire for the evening. I want to go horseback riding on the
holodeck tomorrow morning," Picard told the pair as he arrived back at the
table.
"I think we'll hang around a bit
longer, Captain. Good night," said Riker. Picard gallantly shrugged off the
dismissal. He hoped his first officer would find his tongue and have a
conversation with Deanna or the situation would become awkward quickly. Maybe
they'd even resolve some things.
"Good night, Number One. Deanna. Thank
you for your company this evening." He left the bar. Will settled back in
his chair and ordered another drink. She looked concerned.
"Will, this isn't Synthehol. Maybe you
should…"
"I'm fine," he told her with his
usual Will Riker arrogance. "So how come I've never seen this dress
before?"
"I've been saving it for a special
occasion," she replied, her speech slightly slurred from the alcohol she
had consumed.
"And what's so special about
tonight?" he asked. She leaned in close, her warm breath in his ear sending
shivers of lust through his body.
"I'm hoping to get lucky." All
the blood in Will's body quickly rushed south.
"Who's the fortunate gentleman?"
"Let's see," she began, trailing
a manicured fingertip down the front of his chest. "He's tall, dark, and
handsome."
"Yes…" he prompted, enjoying
every moment of her seductive attention.
"I've known him for a long time and we
have this connection…I feel like I can talk to him about anything." He
grinned as she played with the hair at the nape of his neck.
"Tell me more."
"We used to be involved and I'm hoping
maybe tonight…"
"He was a fool to let you go, Deanna.
Just tell him what you want," he whispered, leaning toward her, "what
you need…" Just as their lips were about to meet, Deanna stood up
abruptly.
"Thanks for the advice, Will. I think
I see him now. Carl!" she called waving to a tall, dark, handsome man at
the door who had just come in from outside. "We're heading over to the
Zanza Men's Dance Palace. Wish me luck!" she whispered before moving to
meet him at the door. They embraced and he kissed her on the lips lightly before
they left the bar.
Will sat there in stunned silence. His
muddled confusion, compliments of the alcohol, quickly turned to indignation and
then a potent rage he could barely suppress. It had been a joke. The entire
thing had been a joke! She had excited him into a frenzy of lust and then
walked out with an old lover. Why? What had he done to deserve such torture?
True he had hurt her terribly when they had begun to lose touch after he been
stationed to the Hood, devastated her when he failed to meet her on Risa as
planned, threw her concern for him back in her face at Farpoint, and then he had
the nerve to act as if he had some claim on her when Wyatt came to marry her.
Ah, Wyatt. He had been elated when that meddling boy had beamed himself smack in
the middle of an epidemic. Good riddance. Deanna was his. Deanna would always be
his. And now was the perfect time to inform Deanna and her "old
friend" of that fact. He pushed himself up from the table and staggered
slightly as he started in their direction.
***
Inside the Zanza Men's Dance Palace, loud music blared throughout the large hall
and colored lights in the ceiling and floor flashed in time to the beat of the
music. Deanna looked around in fascination before addressing her companion.
"Isn't this great, Bev?"
"Yeah, I can't wait to get out on the
dance floor." Deanna's friend from the Blue Parrot walked up to them with
three drinks.
"Thanks, Carl. I appreciate your help
back there with Will." He smiled and squeezed her hand.
"No problem, Dee. I'm just glad I
could help. I still owe you for coming to my rescue in our Interspecies
Telepathy class back at the University. Judging by the thoughts he was sending
out, I think Commander Riker probably wants to commit murder. Yours, mine. But
enough of that morbid stuff. If these are going to be my last few hours, I want
to dance with you pretty ladies first. Last one on the dance floor is a hairy
Antican!" he called, grabbing both Deanna and Beverly and dragging them
after him.
Meanwhile, Will had just arrived and was
seated at the bar, nursing another drink. His eyes glittered with fury as he
watched Deanna, her hips gyrating against her dance partner's. He saw the guy
lean close and whisper something in her ear. She laughed and he swung her into a
dip before bringing her close up against his body. That did it. Riker quickly
stood up and made his way to the dancing couple.
"Get your hands off her!" he
demanded, shoving Carl away a little more forcefully than he intended as the man
fell to the floor. Deanna cried out and Will swung around. He met her eyes and
she could see the rancor in them. She felt a sudden fear at the situation she
had created. He grabbed her arm roughly and began to drag her to the far end of
the hall. Carl had regained his feet and started to follow when Beverly placed a
restraining hand on his shoulder.
"Don't - it's what she wanted. He won't hurt her…they need to work
through some things." Shrugging off his concern, he turned and beamed at
her. She looked puzzled.
"I seem to have lost my date."
Beverly laughed and grabbed his hand. "Let's boogie."
***
Will brought Deanna to an unoccupied
hallway in a darker section of the club. He loosened his grip slightly and she
wrenched her arm away, turning to face him fully.
"Will, you were completely out of line
back there! I can't believe…" he cut her off abruptly.
"Can't believe what, Deanna? That I
reacted this way to your little game? That I gave in to my all-too-human inner
beast? That I can't…seem to control…my base emot…" he trailed off as
he leaned closer to her, her nearness intoxicating him more than the excessive
amount of alcohol running through his system. He began to delicately nuzzle her
neck, the violence flooding out of him. He sagged against her, pushing her back
against the wall, their bodies fitting together snugly. She moaned softly as he
made his way down her neck to trace the curve of her breast with maddening
slowness. She grabbed his head and brought it roughly to her own, her mouth
connecting with his in a passionate meeting of lips and tongues. Deanna broke
away with a startled gasp. It had been so long, she had forgotten how magical it
was between them. He leaned in to kiss her again but she pulled her head away.
"Will, we need to talk," she told
him.
"I can think of much more pleasant
things," he told her moving in again. She brought her hand up between them.
"Please," she whispered, pleading
with him. He moved away reluctantly, one hand still slung around her waist. He
tapped his communicator.
"Riker to Enterprise. Two to beam directly to my quarters." Seconds
later, they were gone.
***
When they had rematerialized again on the
Enterprise, Deanna separated herself from him and stepped back, trying to
mentally compose exactly what she wanted to say. He waited patiently, but Deanna
could sense the mixture of desire and frustration emanating from him in waves.
"Will, I need to know how you feel
about me…about us." He took a minute to consider this before speaking.
"I care for you deeply, Deanna. I
regret the course our relationship has taken. I should have kept our meeting on
Risa. I suppose I'd like to start again." She seemed unsatisfied.
"What do you want me to say, Deanna?
Tell me so I can say it." She shook her head, a newfound sadness reflected
in her large brown eyes.
"I don't think either of us has
anything more to say to one another. Good night, Commander." She headed
toward the door. He began to turn away from her and head toward his bedroom when
he stopped suddenly. In a flash of understanding, he knew what she wanted to
hear. He had to tell her what was in his heart.
"Deanna!" she paused in the
opening to his quarters. He walked toward her and grabbed both her hands in his,
pulling her back inside. He brought her over to sit on the couch next to
him.
"I'm a cad. I feel like I haven't done
one thing right since the day I met you. When I saw you again for the first time
on the bridge, I was shocked. But I was also filled with hope. Hope that maybe I
could have a second chance at a relationship with you. Then Wyatt showed up and
I felt lost. Here it was supposed to be us starting over and you were getting
ready to marry another man and leave the Enterprise. I admit I didn't handle the
situation well. I couldn't tell you how I really felt - I didn't want to ruin
your chance at happiness. But tonight, when I saw you with Carl, I felt such
intense emotion. I was jealous and I regret my actions. But I don't regret what
they made me realize. I love you, Deanna Troi. I love you more than Starfleet,
the Enterprise and four pips on my collar. You're mine and you'll always be
mine." By this time Deanna was crying and Will drew in a shaky breath, his
substantial outpouring of emotion leaving him weak.
"What do you say, Deanna? Want to try
again?" Her eyes bright with tears, she threw herself into his arms,
pressing little kisses along his jaw line. "Imzadi," she whispered in
his ear and he held her tightly, burying his face in her neck. She pulled him to
the bedroom and they began to remove each other's clothes. They gloried in the
feel of each other, recalling old memories and making new ones. Finally, Deanna
collapsed in Will's arms, completely exhausted yet utterly satisfied. Right
before she dozed off, she heard Will's voice in her ear.
"So who's this Carl guy?" Biting
her lip, she decided to come clean.
"I have a confession," she began.
"Carl is a friend from the University. I knew he was vacationing on Sarona
8 and I asked him to help me make this guy I had feelings for jealous." She
gave him her best I'm-really-sorry-please-forgive-me look and he didn't say
anything for a minute or so. She had begun to grow nervous when he broke into a
grin and dragged her under him, pinning her to the mattress with his body.
"Well, my devious little Betazoid, I
think I'm going to require vengeance."
"What did you have in mind?" As
he whispered in her ear, she blushed a deep shade of pink.
"I can manage that," she giggled,
before pulling the covers over their heads and getting to work on Will's
retribution.
The End