Star Trek: The Next Generation: Lisa Riker

By,

BakaBakurasotherlady.

Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek: The Generation.

A/N: I thought of this story while writing my other fan fiction: Yu-Gi-Oh: Meets Star Trek and Star Wars.

Also, the Cmdr. Riker in this story is the same Cmdr. Riker from season1. And Tasha Yar might make a guest appearance.

I'm dedicating this story to my parents and my sister, who's a closet Trekkie.

Anyways, on with the story!

Lisa Riker was, by all accounts, a smart girl. She was pretty too. She had blue eyes, long brown hair, and was tall for her age. Like many others, she was also a Jedi(A/N: Don't own). She had been training with Deanna Soong. Deanna had been training Jedi for well over the last two-hundred years, or so she had said. Lisa really didn't know if that was true. She also wondered if she was really Jedi material. But she wasn't going to busy herself with thoughts like that just yet. She had homework to do. And sisters to baby-sit. She simply couldn't be bothered with thoughts of self doubt right now.

Her sisters: Theresa and Samantha were her top priority, next to her homework of course.

She sighed heavily and put down the book she had been reading. She felt that someone was coming into her room, she turned to look at Theresa, who had been napping. Lisa was just about to go and check up on them.

"Theresa, what's wrong honey?" Lisa asked, looking meaningfully at the younger Riker. Theresa's green eyes were red and puffy, like she had been crying. Her round little face was streaked too, and she was clutching her stuffed teddy bear that she had named Frank.

"Did you have a bad dream sweetie?" Lisa asked, growing even more concerned when Theresa didn't answer right away.

Theresa only nodded and hugged Frank harder.

"What happened?"
"Daddy said that he didn't love me anymore" the younger Riker wailed.

Lisa looked at her and smiled sweetly; "Honey, Daddy would never stop loving you, it was just a dream".

Theresa looked up at her hopefully, "You sure?" she asked.

Lisa nodded, "Have I ever lied to you?" she said.

"No".

Theresa ran over and hugged Lisa. "Thanks sissy!" she said happily as she ran off with Frank to go and play in her room.

Lisa, meanwhile, went to go and check on Sammy, who was also taking a nap. Sammy was the youngest of the four Riker children (they had an older brother named Tom who was at the Academy right now). Lisa was the secondest oldest, at 15 years old. Sammy was about five months old, had short brown hair, and blue eyes. She also had the uncanny ability to fill a diaper, which she did very well. Lisa made a face as she entered the nursery. What greeted her was the smell of something like spoiled milk. Oh great, she thought to herself, time to change her. She got out a clean diaper, got Sammy out of her crib (somehow without waking her up), baby powder, and baby wipes. Gently, she put Sammy down on the changing table and changed her quickly. She then made sure that both hers and Sammy hands were cleaned.

When she was done, she gently placed Sammy back into the crib, checked up on Theresa, (Who was trying to get Frank to have some tea with her and some other dolls), and went back to reading her book. Or rather she would have, if she hadn't noticed what time it was. Dad'll be home soon, she thought, better make sure that dinner's ready.

She walked over to the cooking kit that her father, Cmdr. William Riker had insisted come aboard.

Now, Lisa loved her father very much, but he couldn't cook to save his life(A/N: It's true, Riker can't cook). She sighed deeply and got out the pasta that she had made earlier. She was going to make meatless spaghetti, which was normally a huge success. She was glad that she had learned to cook from her mother before she had died. She became sad, thinking about her mom, and pushed those thoughts out of her mind.

She looked up from the small cooking set when she heard the door chime, "COME!" she called, returning to the work at hand.

She really didn't need to look up too see who was coming in, she just knew that it was her dad. He smiled broadly at her, "And how was your day?" he asked. She shrugged: "Changed Sammy, did most of my homework (except math), And Theresa had a bad dream" She said. Riker's face became worried. "What happened in her dream?" he asked. "She said that you said that you don't love her anymore, I told her that you still did" Lisa said evenly. Riker sighed heavily, and Lisa took that as a sign that her father was relieved. She finished stirring the pasta, "Well," she said, looking up at him, "I'd better go and get the other two".

Riker held up a hand, "No", he said, "I'll do it, you've done enough today". He walked off.

Lisa merely nodded and set the table. She made sure that everything was placed in ways that Theresa could handle them safely. She also made sure that the food was cut in the right proportions for everybody. She got out Theresa's sippy cup, made sure that it was clean, and then filled it with milk. She had just finished putting out the cutlery and plates when she heard her younger sister voice. "PASTA! PASTA! YAY!" Theresa said happily as she sat down. Sammy was happily making baby noises in their dad's arms.

Riker put Sammy gently into a nearby (and clean) high chair that had been given to them by Deanna. He then made sure that her bottle was ready.

Sammy drank the bottle pretty quickly. "She must have been hungry", he said evenly. He turned to face Lisa, who was helping Theresa with her food. "Did you feed her?" Lisa glared back at her father. "Yes, I fed her every time she was hungry" she said. She understood why he kept asking her that. The last time that Sammy and Theresa had been left with someone who wasn't a friend or family member, they let the two girls nearly starve. It wasn't until Lisa had gotten back home (she had been out with some friends) and discovered what had been happening that they had been taken care of.

After dinner had been cleaned up (with some help from Theresa), Lisa went back to her math homework. Math was her mortal enemy. She hated math, loathed it. But yet she still had to take it.

She just wished that it wasn't so hard. She worked the problems over and over again in her head, until her eyes went blurry on her. When that happened, she got up and walked around her very tiny room. After about ten minutes, though, she returned right to work. Only to get even more frustrated.

She felt like she was going to cry. She walked out of her room and plunkered down on the couch that was next to one of the huge windows. She turned and looked out of the window. To the stars that were flying past her window at warp speed.
She saw a figure reflecting from behind her, it was her dad. He looked worried. "Are you ok Lis?" he asked as he moved to sit next to her. Lisa didn't answer, she couldn't. Her voice was caught up in her throat. "Are you worried about the Parent/Teacher Conferences tomorrow?" he asked, sitting down next to her.

Again, no answer.

Lisa looked directly at her father, but couldn't say anything. She felt ill all of the sudden. She almost always felt ill when conferences came around. Mostly, she reasoned, it was because of the fact that he would be talking to her, Mrs. Adams, the math teacher. Mrs. Adams, she was convinced, hated her for no good reason what so ever. Lisa never did understand why, she did all of her work, and even did well on her tests. "She still hates me you know," she said finally. She turned back to the window.

Riker made a noise, "Mrs. Adams? I've already talked to her, and she doesn't hate you Lis," her father told her. Lisa looked at him, shocked, "When did you talk to her?" she asked, afraid. "Earlier, before I walked through the door tonight, she told me how well you were doing right now," he said. "She also said that you were working hard and that you had some homework".

Lisa made a face, "Yeah, physics".

She reached over and hugged her dad. He hugged her back. "If she likes me so much, then why is she giving me the hardest homework?" she asked. "Because she wants to challenge you, honey. She wants you to do your best, like I do" her father answered. He looked at her, "I know that you haven't had it easy, with your mom dying and then us having to move here to the Enterprise, all in a short period of time", he said evenly. "But, you have done your best, and I'm proud of you for how fair you have come in that time. I mean look at you, you've made friends, done well in school, and ever so much more".

Lisa smiled at that last part.

"And" he went on, smiling, "you've managed to keep your cool. You're more and more like your mother all the time. She would be proud of you too, just like I am". Riker hugged her again when he said the last part.

Lisa's smile grew wider, "Thanks dad," she said, hugging him again. She got up and headed back to her room to finish her math problems.

When she finished, she glanced up at the clock in her room, it was nearly mid-night, I'd better to get to bed soon, she thought. She rubbed her temples, she most have gotten a head ache from getting frustrated earlier. She put her pad away, changed into her pj's. Said good night to her dad, who was reading a report on a near by population, washed and brushed up and went to bed.

End of chapter one

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