Codes: R (R/T)
Disclaimer: not mine, never were, never will be
Author's notes: Inspired by a single word. Hope you
a confession from Will to Deanna
Running is something I do well. I started early when
I left my father and what should have been home
behind. I never looked back. I always felt my
destiny... well if one were to call it that since it
was never something I believed in. I always felt it
was "out there" somewhere. Starfleet therefore seemed
the perfect fit. Even if it was a link in a small way
to my father. I had my goal.
I was going to break Kirk's record. I could
practically see myself doing it. I had talent, I had
ambition, and nothing was going to stop me. I was
still running but I was running towards something
instead of away for the first time. That was my
There were women of course. But I didn't need love,
it would only break my focus. To get what I felt I
needed out of life, I couldn't have that. Love,
emotion of any kind, was too unclear. So much like
fate or destiny - magical stuff that had left my life
when my mother did so long ago. And then I met you.
Derailed from my career for an instant for a planetary
assignment I neither wanted nor expected; I saw you.
And there was magic. Of a kind I had never dreamed.
But you ran from me, you made me chase. I had been
chasing my dream for so long it seemed only natural
Only I was not prepared for the instant you let me
catch you. I only let myself have the magic for that
moment. Then I let reasoning and an overprotective
parent make it easy for me to let it go. I ran.
I knew the instant I broke your heart. But I couldn't
turn around. Back was uncertainty and fear, forward
was a clear objective. I took the only option I felt
You followed but it wasn't the same. Your belief in
fate and destiny and magic had been tarnished as well
now. Because of me. And so we were friends. After a
time we were comfortable.
I still had my dreams, my ambition, my hope. I was on
the Flagship and the next step could only be my own
command. I was still driven and there were still
women. Reputation and ambition are a powerful pull.
Then I got what I always dreamed. Though it came from
a voice from the past. And you told me - 'until next
Twice and again this was offered till a brat of an
upstart asked why I was still here? She asked because
she wanted my job, because she was what I had ceased
to be. Filled with a single focus, a dream, an
ambition. At least that self same one. And I began
Then I was face to face to the me I once was, and the
you who was smitten. And I realized.
But it is only now I can tell you. Only now that it
is right. I have been running all my life - but I
have been running to you.