Imzadi Again

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Time-Just after ‘Encounter at Farpoint’

Note-Little ‘what if’.


“Come in,” Deanna called as she heard the door to her quarters chime.

Will stepped in feeling unsure of himself. “You got a minute?”

“Sure,” she gestured to the chair across from her. “What’s on your mind?”

Will sat uneasily. “Actually, you are.” He inhaled deeply, preparing himself. “When I saw you on the Bridge for the first time in years . . . I realized that I couldn’t hear you anymore. I realized you weren’t in my mind. It was so quiet, and that bothered me a lot. So I tried, I tried so hard to hear you again; to feel what I felt so long ago. But I couldn’t. No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t bring that feeling back, I’d forgotten. So I asked myself, ‘Has it really been so long that I’ve forgotten my Imzadi?’ I thought for a while, and I decided that I didn’t want to forget. Imzadi, I didn’t want to forget.”

He knelt on the floor in front of her and grasped her hands. “Teach me again, Imzadi. Help me remember what I never should have forgotten. Teach me again.”

Her gaze held his eyes for a moment and his eyes pleaded with her. Deanna stood to escape his eyes. “I can’t just re-teach you because you want sometimg to remember our time together. Will, it doesn’t work that way,” she worked hard to use his name, and not what she preferred to call him.

He watched her walk away. He stood and looked at her from his spot. “But I still love you,” he rationalize with puppy-dog eyes. “I want to be with you again, those were the happiest days of my life,” she heard him laugh at the memories.

Deanna stood with her back to him. “Don’t do this, Imzadi. We can’t do this again.”

Will walked up behind her and put his hand on her shoulder, speaking softly. “If you don’t love me, I’ll leave right now and we can just be friends.” He turned her to face him and he looked into her eyes, “But if you still love me, let’s be Imzadi again. Let’s love again,” he pleaded with her softly.

She looked at him, searching him for the truth in his feelings. She had been distracted and she wasn’t sensing what he was feeling. She saw the sincerity in his face. She threw herself into his arms, kissing him.

He looked at her face, taking it in once again, to build a mental picture once again. “I don’t ever want to forget again, Imzadi,” he said before picking her put swiftly. She shrieked with laughed as he caught her off-guard. He laughed and kissed her again, carrying her to the bedroom. “I love you, Imzadi.”