Just a Dream
Based upon Star Trek: The Next Generation
Author's Note: Well, my good friend and honest critic, Nefertiri's Handmaiden, expressed her disappointment in how this ended. The more I thought about it, the more I became unhappy with what I had written, so instead of changing it, I am adding more. Here goes nothing.
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Deanna felt awful. Just awful. After all these years, Will had reached out to her and what did she do? She shot him down. Right out of the sky.
She just . . .
She didn't know. She didn't know why she said it. She didn't know why she pushed her Imzadi away after he had been gone for so long.
She wanted him.
He was her Imzadi. How could she not want him?
But maybe that was it.
She was afraid. She was afraid of needing him so much. She was afraid of what happened last time; afraid of it happening again.
However, the simple fact that he reached out to her. The fact that he lied when they were in the dream. It proved that he wouldn't let himself leave her again.
Deanna stood up from the desk in her office.
It had been far too long. And it had been more than just a dream.
"Computer, locate Commander Riker."
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"Come," Will called from his couch when he heard his door chime. He sat up and put his PADD down when he saw Deanna at his door. "Come in," he said.
"Will," she started. She stopped and took a deep breath. "Will, about yesterday . . ."
He stood up and shook his head. "You were right."
She stared at him, somewhat surprised. "No," she replied. "No, I wasn't right. It wasn't just a dream. It was more than just a dream. A lot more."
He smiled. "Yeah, a lot more. But . . ." He shook his head, trying to find the words. "The way things are now . . . they're comfortable, Deanna. You're happy here, I'm happy here."
"You don't want to ruin anything," she offered.
"I had a big chance, years ago and I let it slip through my fingers. I hurt you in the process. I don't want that to happen again." He paused. "You deserve more than what I can give you, Deanna, much more."
"I don't want more than what you can give me."
He looked away from her, trying not to get lost in her eyes. "But you deserve more, and I couldn't live knowing that I was holding you back; that I was tying you down." When he met her gaze again, he saw that she had tears in her eyes.
He felt like a jerk.
"I will always love you, Deanna. But that's not enough right now."
"Will it ever be enough?" she asked.
"I hope so," he answered truthfully.
"Me too," she replied turning to leave. She stopped at the threshold, "Because it was more than just a dream."
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Well, I think I am much happier with that ending. What about you?