Hello, everybody. Before we get on to the story, I'll give a little explaination of the plot. As you know, the pairing is Data/Deanna. I was thinking they'd be OK together if Riker Was out of the picture. No offence meant to Riker-lovers. So, let's say some romulans get REALLY angry at Starfleet and decide to drop an oxygen bomb on the Enterprise. Don't ask why they're angry, this idea just popped in to my head. Oh, and two other things, Oxygen is very flamable, and I do not own Star Trek.

Now let's get on with this thing! I'll start with that thing that goes at the begining.

Deanna looked up and in to the eyes of Will as he slid in to the seat across from her.

They were off duty at the time, and enjoying themselves at the bar.

Will smiled, and started to say something, when a ticking sound filled the air.

Everyone's atention snapped toward the turbolift.

The turbolift doors opened, and a romulan stepped out,

holding a large metal cylinder.

The romulan threw the bomb to the center of the room, and darted to the nearest escape pod.

Seconds later, the bomb exploded, sending blue flames everywhere.

A huge metal plate fell, falling directly on Will.

Deanna gasped, and ran over to him, despite her fire-lit surroundings.

She cupped his charred face.

"Deanna,.. run,.." he said, as she grabbed his hand.

Another heavy beam fell, and would have hit Deanna if Data hadn't noticed it and held it up.

Will grimaced. "Data, go, save Deanna.Take care of-" he lasped in to scilence.

"No!" Deanna shouted.

Data grabbed shoulder and pulled her away. "Deanna, come. We must hurry. The bar will be sealed off soon."

She reluctantly followed and ran out of the bar with several other crewmates as the heavy door cut her off from Will.

Jean-luc walked down the hallways of the Enterprise and to Deanna's quarters.

"Deanna, I'm sorry about Will. He was one of the best first officers ever aboard the Enterprise-D."

"With all due respect, I'd prefer it if you'd leave me alone."

"Of course," he said, and backed out of the room.

Deanna sat on the floor besides her bed and hugged her knees.

There really was no one she could turn to for help, now that Will was gone.

Just thinking those words made her cringe.

I tell someone exactly what I'm feeling, she decided. But who? Worf won't help, Geordi is assesing the damage, and Jean-luc isn't quite right.

She got to her feet and walked out of the room.

Data. she thought as she walked to his quarters.

.

Data looked up as the door buzzed. "Enter." he said, and Deanna walked in.

"How are you feeling?" he said, eyeing her tear-stricken face with concern.

Deanna exhaled and said, "Horrible. It's as if my heart is being ripped out by invisible forces."

Data paused. He hadn't noticed it before, but he actully felt sorry for Deanna, and sad over Will's loss.

"Deanna, I belive this expirience has triggered a hidden program. I am sorry for you."

She looked at him. "Then you understand what I, and most of the crew, are feeling?"

He nodded.

Deanna smiled slightly. "Then you'll understand this."

After Data gave her a puzzled look, she leaned over and kissed him.

Well, how did you like that? I hope it satisfies the current reader's needs, along with everyone else's. Hmm, maybe if you R&R, I might right the next chapter (Of corse, that depends on how you like it.)! Quick note to all you flamers, if you don't like the story, then just say so! Don't make me read a million words just to get the piont across! Anyway, I know the part where Jean-luc goes to Deanna's quarters is kind of stupid, but don't kill me! Once more, R&R, and byebye!