Disclaimer: Star Trek belongs to Paramount, no infringement is intended.
Reviews: Always appreciated.
WAITING By Austenwoolf
"Take care of her," he had actually said that to him of all people. The one man who had watched over her for years, the one man who would give up everything he had to make her smile. Well maybe not the only man, not anymore. Now there was someone else, someone allot like him, hell someone almost exactly like him. For a moment he felt anger at his double. As if he had ever stopped looking out for her, as if he could stop caring even if he wanted to.
As Tom Riker walked out the door Will let the anger subside and turned to the dark eyed woman standing in the middle of the room. He could tell she had felt his moment of anger and he mentally kicked himself for letting his control slip. He smiled trying to swallow to the well of emotion that threatened to swallow him at the sight of her. She was fighting back tears, he could tell, he could always tell when she was fighting for control. He held out his hand to her and much to his relief she took it and smiled a sad smile that never found her eyes.
They walked out of the quarters together. Will tried to hide his discomfort from her and for the first time in years they endured an uncomfortable silence. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye, the woman he could say anything to, the woman that he had worked with for a long time to find a comfortable zone for them, now he found he had no words, he could think of nothing to say to her.
They made it to the turbo lift and Deanna dropped his hand and stepped back from him a bit. The silence was becoming more then he could bear, but just as he was about to open his mouth to say something she spoke up.
"He's not going to wait," her voice was barely a whisper, and she stared down at the neutral carpeting.
For a moment he was at a loss as to what to say, but he felt an overwhelming need to comfort her. "I am sure he will he cares for you a great deal."
She turned to him the sadness in her eyes made him gasp softly. "Will you of all people should know that sometimes love isn't enough. I know you, in whatever incarnation you take I know you, and I know that he won't wait."
He stared at her for a moment his confusion evident of his face. "Then why did you tell him you needed more time?"
"He needs more time; he just doesn't know it yet." She turned away from him and resumed her inspection of the floor. Suddenly the lift stopped and the door whooshed open. She stepped out, but Riker just stood there still mildly confused. She turned back around.
"He won't wait," she repeated. As if she was now trying to comfort him. He looked into her beautiful eyes fighting the urge to take her into his arms.
"I know," was all he said before the lift doors closed, and blocked the view of her pain filled face. "But I will."
WAITING By Austenwoolf
"Take care of her," he had actually said that to him of all people. The one man who had watched over her for years, the one man who would give up everything he had to make her smile. Well maybe not the only man, not anymore. Now there was someone else, someone allot like him, hell someone almost exactly like him. For a moment he felt anger at his double. As if he had ever stopped looking out for her, as if he could stop caring even if he wanted to.
As Tom Riker walked out the door Will let the anger subside and turned to the dark eyed woman standing in the middle of the room. He could tell she had felt his moment of anger and he mentally kicked himself for letting his control slip. He smiled trying to swallow to the well of emotion that threatened to swallow him at the sight of her. She was fighting back tears, he could tell, he could always tell when she was fighting for control. He held out his hand to her and much to his relief she took it and smiled a sad smile that never found her eyes.
They walked out of the quarters together. Will tried to hide his discomfort from her and for the first time in years they endured an uncomfortable silence. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye, the woman he could say anything to, the woman that he had worked with for a long time to find a comfortable zone for them, now he found he had no words, he could think of nothing to say to her.
They made it to the turbo lift and Deanna dropped his hand and stepped back from him a bit. The silence was becoming more then he could bear, but just as he was about to open his mouth to say something she spoke up.
"He's not going to wait," her voice was barely a whisper, and she stared down at the neutral carpeting.
For a moment he was at a loss as to what to say, but he felt an overwhelming need to comfort her. "I am sure he will he cares for you a great deal."
She turned to him the sadness in her eyes made him gasp softly. "Will you of all people should know that sometimes love isn't enough. I know you, in whatever incarnation you take I know you, and I know that he won't wait."
He stared at her for a moment his confusion evident of his face. "Then why did you tell him you needed more time?"
"He needs more time; he just doesn't know it yet." She turned away from him and resumed her inspection of the floor. Suddenly the lift stopped and the door whooshed open. She stepped out, but Riker just stood there still mildly confused. She turned back around.
"He won't wait," she repeated. As if she was now trying to comfort him. He looked into her beautiful eyes fighting the urge to take her into his arms.
"I know," was all he said before the lift doors closed, and blocked the view of her pain filled face. "But I will."