This is very short .. a PWP.. a strange little vision.
Dedicated to the things that keep us up at night.
Untitled response to untitled new project.
It has been a very long week, the only reprieve is that Deanna's only
living close relative was going to leave the ship in two days. Two days. Will
shook his head again, trying to figure out how he could make it through the
next two days without hurting Deanna's feelings any more than he already had.
He looked over at her, her eyes were closed but he knew she wasn't sleeping.
She was trying to escape any more discussion, any further arguments. The
dinner in ten-forward had been a disaster, nothing short of a total core
breach could have rescued the affair, now somehow, he needed to smooth things
for all their sakes.
"Will, go to sleep. You have the bridge in six hours." Her
voice tore him from his dismal thoughts. He whispered good
night as he leaned over to kiss her. She slid further from him allowing
only a brief contact with her ear. His sigh filled the silence in
their quarters as he turned on his side facing away from her, it was going to
be a long night and an even longer two days.
The dinner was forgotten as words were thrown back and forth, smatterings
hitting the intended target causing just enough sting to warrant the next volley.
Lwaxana stood up to better accent her point, "Commander, when will you
learn my daughter is more than someone you can order around. More than your
little release valve from a hard day of throwing your weight around those poor
little minions beneath you. If you really cared you'd think of what I know to
be in Deanna's best interest. And I'm beginning to see very plainly that
you are not in her best interest."
Will felt something snap, he could no longer control the urge to stop the
chaos this one woman was throwing the entire ship into. He slipped
his hand into his boot, feeling the small phaser that was hidden in the side
he slipped it into the palm of his hand. Then slowly easing it free he raised
his hand and aimed. She made a magnificent target, wearing her flaming
blood red gown, shouting and waving her arms at him. He couldn't miss at this
range. The laser like fire hit her in the chest throwing her backwards
into the arms of a passing attendant. Suddenly there was silence. He
knew what he had done. The terror of it hit him, blow after blow sending him
reeling into oblivion.
He sat up looking wildly around, gasping but unable to cleanse his lungs and
his mind of the terrible wrong he committed. Deanna. He could hear her talk to
him. Her voice not accusing not threatening, but warm, concerned. He slowly
began to focus on his surroundings, able to feel her warmth surrounding him.
"Oh God, Deanna, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to, I don't know
..." He couldn't keep from stammering. Her voice continued to hush him.
Finally he sat quietly in her embrace. Letting the moment sink into his
"Will, are you alright? You had a nightmare." He looked into her
eyes, nodding. Pulled her tighter into his embrace holding her against
him, each breath a shared sigh.
"Deanna, let's elope. I never want to have another dinner like that last