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This missing scene takes place at the end of the episode, "The Bonding".

The Bonding:

Wesley's POV

As I walk into my quarters, an overwhelming sense of exhaustion hits me. Just as my body hit the sofa, I fall asleep.

In my dream, I am in a quiet place and am walking down an aisle where at the end of it is a casket. I can feel the weight of someone's hand on my shoulder, but my mind is too focused at the end of the aisle to see who it is. When we get to the casket I stop in my tracks. I see Dad… he has a big cut on his forehead and his eyes are closed. I try to turn away and run, but that hand keeps me in firmly place.

"I did the best that I could." His voice was deep and sorrowful.

I can recognize the voice. When I am finally able to look up, I see Captain Picard looking at my dad, tears rolling down his face. Just as I reach up to wipe away his tears, I hear someone far away call my name. I turn to look down the row, but I see no one there. As I turn back to the Captain, I see that he is closing the top of the casket. Reaching out to stop him, I hear my name again, but this time it is louder. Trying to push him away, I start to shake my head, begging him not to close it. I know that when it is closes, my dad will really be dead and there's nothing that I can do to save him.

I grab his arms to try to pull him away, but he is bigger than me. Doing everything in my power to stop him, I start to kick him in his legs. But the sound of someone calling my name becomes louder and louder. Overwhelmed by my curiosity about the strange voice, I stop my assault on the Captain. When I look back at my father's casket, I see Captain Picard closing it - sealing my dad in there, forever.

Then I feel someone grab my shoulder and pull me away.

I open my eyes and see Mom leaning over me. She looks incredibly worried. As I sit up and rub my eyes, I feel her sitting next to me. When I look at her, I notice that she is very stiff and is chewing the side of her mouth, as though she has something to say to me that is too difficult to put into words. I close my eyes again and sigh, "What do you want me to say, mom?"

She takes a deep breath and reaches out for my hand. Her touch has always been a source of comfort for me, especially after having those horrible dreams. Instantly, my heart rate slows and my anger dissipates.

"You can say whatever you want, Wesley. I know what you had to go through today and I just want to let you know that you can talk to me about it anytime." After putting her arm around me, she kisses my forehead and says, "I love you."

I look up and smile, "I love you too, mom."

She pats me on my shoulder and stands up from the couch. "What do you want for dinner tonight; meatloaf or spaghetti?"

It is such a simple question, but for some reason at that particular moment, I wanted to let her know how I really felt. "I hated Captain Picard for the longest time, you know."

She abruptly stops and after a few seconds, she leans against the table.

I can't see her face but her body goes rigid again. Letting my head fall to my chest, I whisper, "I blamed him for dad's death. I always wondered if the Captain was supposed to do something but didn't do it in time. When he brought his body back, I wished that it was his body that was in the coffin and not dads."

Silence permeates our quarters after my declaration, but at the same time I feel a weight being lifted off of my shoulders. I notice that the atmosphere in our quarters becomes awkward and uncomfortable.

For a long time, I didn't want to tell Mom how I felt because of how close she is to the Captain. But at this moment, on this day, I have to tell her. She has always told me to be honest with her, even if the truth hurts. And now after telling her that, I feel like I can stop feeling guilty for blaming him and start looking up to him.

After a moment she whispers, "Do you still have those feelings?" Her voice sounds unsteady.

Not being able to see her face, I get up and walk to her. When I look at her, I see one tear fall down her cheek. I wipe it away. I hate it when she cries. I've only seen her cry a couple times and it always had to do with dad. But, something inside tells me that she's not crying over dad this time. "Of course I don't, mom. I look up to him. Please don't cry."

She closes her eyes and envelops me in a hug. I respond by hugging her back tightly. She whispers in my ear, "I had those same feelings and thoughts too. I felt so guilty, because Jean Luc did everything he could to save your dad. He once told me that he still feels guilty that he was able to live and not your dad." As I feel the weight of her chin on my shoulder, I hug her as close as I can. "And then I think about if he were to die. Not being able to tell him... I just… I just couldn't live with myself."

Now I'm confused and curious. "Tell him what?"

She lifts her head from my shoulder and takes a deep breath. After a moment, she shakes her head and says, "Not telling him that I don't blame him for your dad's death. I've always assumed that he knew it wasn't his fault, but I don't know for sure."

I don't think she is being entirely honest, but not being able to back up my gut feeling, I let it go. I know that in due time, she'll tell me. I pat her on her back and say, "You should tell him. He can handle it. I know he can."

She smiles at me. "You admire him, don't you?"

"I do. I look up to him as more than a starship captain. I know he wouldn't like that but-"

She shook her head, "Quite the opposite, Wesley. I think he would find that as an honor.

I smile and nod. I'm not totally convinced that he would find it an honor, but if my mom thinks it would then that's good enough for me. "Okay, mom. How about we have meatloaf tonight?"

She silently nods and we get busy setting the table and preparing dinner. After a few minutes she asks, "So, how is your warp coil project going?"

And like that, everything is back to normal; except that when I go to sleep tonight or any other night, I know I won't be having that horrible dream anymore.