Ball of Yarn
"Yay or Nay, Commander?" Picardís voice startled
him as he suddenly snapped out of his daydream.
Looking around he noticed all eyes were on him waiting
for a response.
"Your vote, Commander."
"Yay, Sir." He whispered.
With a quick nod of his head, Picard solemnly
stated, "Very well then. All information that has been
voiced in this room will remain classified. You are
not to discuss what has been disclosed in todayís
meeting. That is a direct order. This meeting is
Everyone in the room rose from their chairs to leave.
Riker began to rise out of his chair only to find
himself standing face to face with Deanna Troi. He
"Thank you for that vote!" She said in a
sarcastic tone. Flipping her hair, she stomped out of
the ready room.
"Oh great," he thought, "not only do I not have a
clue as to what just happened, of all things, Deannaís
definitely upset with me. Thereís no way that I can
even defend myself. Hell, I donít even know what I
did. What did I vote on? What did I just agree to?
For all I know, the Federation could be preparing an
all out blood bath war, and my clueless concurrence,
just declared it. It seemed as though I heard most of
the meeting, except the last few minutes of it. Last
thing I remember was looking across the table. I saw
those eyes, those beautiful ebony eyes. Suddenly my
brain became Klingon gagh, and I couldnít concentrate
anymore. When I get lost in those eyes, the seconds
seem to turn into minutes. The minutes soon turn into
hours. How much of the meeting did I miss? Just what
the hell did I vote on? Whatever it was, it didnít
make Deanna happy. Riker, damn it. Youíve got to get a
hold of yourself. Breath in. Breath out. Breath in.
Slowly walking out of the ready room, Riker made
his way to Ten Forward. Standing in the turbo lift,
his thoughts drifted back to what had gotten him into
this mess in the first place, her. He could not stop
thinking about her. She was the first thing, and also
the last thing he wanted on his mind. Somehow he had
to focus; he had to stop this. It was affecting his
performance as a Starfleet officer. It was affecting
his performance as a person.
Deanna had changed; she was no longer the young
girl he once knew on Betazed. She had been his lover,
but that was a long time ago, and he had gotten over
that, hadnít he? She had always been his favorite
person to spend time with. She was different. She
wasnít as *stiff * as she used to be. Heíd never
really seen this side of her before. She was totally
confidant. She knew exactly what her abilities and
limitations were. She had learned to relax more. It
was as if she knew exactly what she was, why she was,
and how she was. She had learned to totally accept
herself as being who she was. Not only did he enjoy
talking to her, she was just *fun* to be with. He
had discovered a whole new side of her. He was also
discovering that he was falling, hopelessly in love
with her all over again.
The doors to Ten Forward hissed open. Riker
looked about the room. His usual table was empty. He
noticed Beverly and Deanna sitting together. He
acknowledged their presence with a slight nod, after
receiving what he considered a cold shoulder. He
rubbed his brow, and let out a slow breath. He decided
it was safer just to keep on walking. He might of just
screwed up the whole universe with that damn vote, but
he wasnít blind. He could definitely see that he
wasnít wanted. After getting a drink from the bar, he
headed for his table against the far wall.
"Now whoís being evil?"
"What?" Deanna asked almost laughing.
"Deanna, look at him. Heís walking around like his
favorite pet just died."
Glancing quickly over at Will (who was sitting
now) , she sipped her hot chocolate. Turning her
head back towards Beverly, she snickered , " He does
look rather pathetic doesnít he?"
"What you did to him in the ready room." Beverly
said. Then slowly leaning forward , she smiled
while whispering, "Although it was rather brilliant,
I might add." Sitting straight up in her seat, she
continued, " He honestly thinks ... Deanna, when he
finds out, heís going to be.."
"Iím certainly not afraid of Will Riker." Deanna
laughed. "He is the one who always told me that I
should develop my sense of humor. He exercises his
humor the majority of the time at my motherís
expense. Last year when she was going through the
Ďphaseí, he made jokes about that for days."
"Are you going to tell him?"
"Are you kidding?" She said laughing in disbelief.
"Itís like you said, "when he finds out", and both of
us knows he will Öeventually."
"You have to promise me front row seats for this
"Beverly, he didnít have a clue as to what we were
voting on. Thereís a part of Will Riker that is too
proud to ask anyone. Iím pretty certain he will try to
charm his way for information as to what he actually
consented to. He will never reveal to anyone, that
he was floating around in his own little universe
during the last five minutes of the meeting. He
blindly voiced his ballot; instead of just admitting
to the fact that his brain was in the alpha quadrant."
Beverly agreed, saying , "He also knows we are
under orders not to discuss what was said in there.
Not even to one another. Which is going to make it
more difficult for him to discover what he cast a vote
" I know. Perfect, isnít it?" Deanna said, looking
over her shoulder at Will, who looked now more
pathetic than he did when he first came in.
"Do you feel the least bit repentant for setting
him up like this?"
" He does look moderately miserable, doesnít he?
Perhaps I should tell him the truth." Deanna stated in
a sympathetic tone.
"I will tell him the truth." Deanna declared.
"That would be the proper thing to do." Pausing,
she turned and glanced toward Will one more time. "On
his sixty-third birthday." Adding just as quickly as
she turned back around.
"Why Deanna Troi, you are a mischievous little
kitten arenít you?" Beverly said with a devilish
grin. Deanna returned Beverlyís grin with one of
" I should warn you." Beverly said cautiously,
nodding slightly, trying to conceal the fact that
the First Officer, was now standing directly behind
Deanna. "When your *ball of yarn* finds out that
the only thing we voted on was an *early lunch*
heís going to come unwound."
The End. (Maybe J)