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Deanna and Wil
Deanna was sitting in Ten-Forward reading. Her interest was so intent on her material that she didn’t notice Wil standing in front of her table.
“Deanna?” He asked in a calm sweet voice.
She jumped almost out of her seat.
“I’m sorry.” He smiled, sitting down.
“You scared 10 years off of my life.”
“I hope not.” He continued to smile. “You looked like you needed a friend.”
“Oh,” she let out a long sigh. “I am trying to figure out what is going on here.”
“Can I help?”
She took a good long look at him. He had softened around the edges and she saw the man she almost married. The man she still very much loved. She found herself reflecting on all the good times they had shared.
“Deanna?” His tender voice brought her back around.
“Sorry. I,” she sighed.
He stood up, extending his hand toward her. “Come.”
“Where?” She looked surprised.
“Come with me.”
“Wil?”
“Trust me Deanna.”
She finally reluctantly took his hand. He led her through the ship to Holodeck 2. There, it was night. The moon and stars filled the night sky. A picnic lay on the ground.
“Wil, this is so nice.” The air was warm like a spring evening. “This behavior isn’t like you.”
He put his finger over her mouth. “It should be.”
“What’s the occasion?”
“You look stressed. More so than I have ever saw. Tonight you are going to relax.” He held her hand as she sat on the blanket. He sat down opposite her and began to pour the wine. “Talk to me.”
“Wil.”
“Please Deanna.”
“Wil, I am scared. Really scared. We have faced a lot of difficult things serving on this ship. I am afraid we have never faced anything like this.” She paused, “I have been reading Beverly’s medical logs. Personally, I have been experiencing feelings that coincide with some of Data’s episodes.”
She took a drink of the wine.
“Feelings?” Wil asked.
“Feelings such as butterflies in my stomach, my head will spin. I have sudden feelings of depression, anger, love, or pain that are not my own.”
“What is happening to our friend?”
“I believe him. I believe they are suppressed memories. Something devastating has happened to trigger them. Something tragic. I’m afraid.” Wil scooted behind her, wrapping his arms around her. “Oh Will.” She laid her head on his chest.
“Deanna.”
“Yes.”
“Can we give it one more try? One more honest try?”
She turned around, surprised. “Wil?”
“I love you. I have loved you for years. I am not ready to give up on us.”
“Do you really think we can make it?”
He caressed her face. “I will not force anything on you. I will not pressure you into anything.”
“I know. I worry about many things. Our friendship being first and foremost.”
“If you don’t want to, I will understand.”
“I am willing to try.” She reached up to kiss him, a sweet little kiss.
“Deanna?”
“Yes Wil.”
“I want babies, lots of little babies running around the ship. Crawling over Jean-Luc’s shoes. Babies everywhere.”
She giggled, “Oh, can you imagine the look on his face if he caught a baby on the bridge?” She paused, “Wil, this really doesn’t sound like you.”
“Maybe it should. Maybe it has taken me this long to figure out what is really important in life. I don’t want to end up like Jean-Luc. I don’t want to be in my retirement years wishing I would have done the right things with my life. I feel the right things with my life would be to make sure when I am sitting on my front porch in a rocking chair, not saying, ‘I wish I would have given Deanna one more try. Could we have made it work?’ I want to have babies with you. I want to have a life with you Deanna. He kissed her.
They lay back on the blanket wrapped in a kiss. She laid her head on his chest.
“Such a pleasant thought.” She sighed. “Imazadi.”
“You haven’t called me that in years.”
“Perhaps I should more often.” She smiled.
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