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CHAPTER 4
"...I believe that it's impossible for her to rely on others. She relies on herself and herself alone." She begun telling her husband.
"Maybe something happened as a child...or maybe something's happening to her now. I don't know." She collapsed on the sofa and brought her hands to her head.
"She's a teen on board a Star Ship. Her mother is a Commander. What to you expect?" Riker asked his wife sitting down next to her bringing her hands down onto her lap. "Wesley was the same way. Except he devoted all his time to studying and trying to impress people."
"It's not the same Will!" She got back up and started to pace in front of the sofa. "She's a Betazoid! And most Betazoids are open with their feelings and rely on each other for everything!"
"What exactly, Deanna, is your point?"
"I tried many times to read her emotions." She stopped and looked at her husband directly in the eye. "SHE HAS NONE WILL!" She began to pace again. "And if she does its too dark for me to see!"
"Maybe it just comes with the age..." He tried to push a reasonable explanation towards her but she wasn't biting.
"No. That's not it. I've seen Vulcans happier than this child AND THAT SAYS SOMETHING!"
"Impossible Deanna. Vulcans have no emotions. Maybe Danielle was just having a bad day."
Deanna shook her head. "Didn't you see her last night in the holodeck?" Riker gave her a blank stare. Deanna calmed down a bit. She didn't want to argue over something this stupid with him. "I'm just worried. It's not natural for a Betazoid to act that way. And those who do, turn out to be killers, Will. Some of them even died. My mother suffered from a horrible experience and she almost died!"
Riker got up and put her arms around her and held her for a good 30 seconds.
"Alright." He said giving in. "Keep an eye on her, but don't try to force any counseling." He pulled away from her body so he could look at her directly in the face. "If she does have an attachment problem like you say, she won't want any help."
"Its mandatory for each person on this ship to have a few counseling sessions." She tried to reason with him but she failed. He shook his head. "It's not good for a persons health."
"Promise me you won't try and counsel her. Let her come to you. Talk with her all you want in a friendly way but-"
She cut him off. "I promise."
CHAPTER 4
"...I believe that it's impossible for her to rely on others. She relies on herself and herself alone." She begun telling her husband.
"Maybe something happened as a child...or maybe something's happening to her now. I don't know." She collapsed on the sofa and brought her hands to her head.
"She's a teen on board a Star Ship. Her mother is a Commander. What to you expect?" Riker asked his wife sitting down next to her bringing her hands down onto her lap. "Wesley was the same way. Except he devoted all his time to studying and trying to impress people."
"It's not the same Will!" She got back up and started to pace in front of the sofa. "She's a Betazoid! And most Betazoids are open with their feelings and rely on each other for everything!"
"What exactly, Deanna, is your point?"
"I tried many times to read her emotions." She stopped and looked at her husband directly in the eye. "SHE HAS NONE WILL!" She began to pace again. "And if she does its too dark for me to see!"
"Maybe it just comes with the age..." He tried to push a reasonable explanation towards her but she wasn't biting.
"No. That's not it. I've seen Vulcans happier than this child AND THAT SAYS SOMETHING!"
"Impossible Deanna. Vulcans have no emotions. Maybe Danielle was just having a bad day."
Deanna shook her head. "Didn't you see her last night in the holodeck?" Riker gave her a blank stare. Deanna calmed down a bit. She didn't want to argue over something this stupid with him. "I'm just worried. It's not natural for a Betazoid to act that way. And those who do, turn out to be killers, Will. Some of them even died. My mother suffered from a horrible experience and she almost died!"
Riker got up and put her arms around her and held her for a good 30 seconds.
"Alright." He said giving in. "Keep an eye on her, but don't try to force any counseling." He pulled away from her body so he could look at her directly in the face. "If she does have an attachment problem like you say, she won't want any help."
"Its mandatory for each person on this ship to have a few counseling sessions." She tried to reason with him but she failed. He shook his head. "It's not good for a persons health."
"Promise me you won't try and counsel her. Let her come to you. Talk with her all you want in a friendly way but-"
She cut him off. "I promise."
