Another contribution of mine to the amazing Imzadi fanfiction world. Reviews would be amazing; any constructive criticism is welcome and appreciated. (:
I don't have a Beta, so I'm sorry if there are mistakes I passed over.
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Star Trek: The Next Generation, or the Titan series.
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By the way she was looking at him; Will Riker could tell Deanna Troi was holding back something. They often never hid anything from each other, so the way she was just watching him with this undistinguishable look in her eyes bothered him.
They had just finished dinner in their quarters after an incredibly long day. A long day used to be classified to Will as boring, moving through the galaxy with little to none discoveries of sorts. They were always charting space and after being in Starfleet for so long, the act was ritual.
A long day was now classified as being on a diplomatic mission to a species that didn't seem to want to cooperate. After working on his pronunciation of the alien language for days in preparation, Will still pronounced one word wrong. Getting one word wrong equaled being taken hostage in these alien's books.
The next thing Will knows, he's being held by gunpoint in what was supposed to be a weapons free meeting.
So much for diplomacy.
It was tense for the longest time, but after Titan's linguist worked out the 'small' rift in communication, Will was let free. Deanna was present the whole time, but of course, kept a face free of emotion or turmoil.
It was the exact opposite now.
Will placed the empty plates in the replicator and walked over to Deanna, who was still sitting in her spot at the dining table.
"Deanna, you've been dead silent since we got back from the planet, talk to me." His wife looked up at him, her eyes shining.
"I think I'm still in shock from you almost dying in front of me," she said, laughing without humor. "It's bothering me. Whenever something like this happens, we seem to be able to just continue on with our day, without even mentioning the incident. Today though, I keep seeing the image in my head. You, my husband, with a gun to your head." A tear fell and Deanna roughly wiped it off her cheek.
Will smiled grimly and motioned for Deanna to get up. When she stood up, Riker enveloped her in a tight hug.
"You know I'm too tough for those guys to bring me down," Will told Deanna. She laughed softly. "At the end of the day, I'm always going to come back to you. I'm always going to hug you and kiss you and tell you how much I love you, alright?"
Deanna pulled back slightly and looked up at Will with a small smile on her face.
"I love you," she whispered. Standing on her tiptoes, Deanna lightly pressed her lips to Will's.
"And I love you," he whispered.
Deanna then leaned back into Will's embrace and the two stayed in the position, grateful for the ability to lose track of time as they enjoyed the feel of each other in their arms.