Whatever
he had been expecting her to say -- and he hadn't truthfully known what that
was himself -- this wasn't it. He regarded her quietly for a moment, saying
nothing. Truthfully, he wouldn't know what TO say. Deanna had just told him, he
supposed, that he had been on her mind in much the way that she had been in
his. It didn't however, seem to be something which she considered as a positive
thing. He swallowed the impulse to tell her she wasn't the only one, choosing a
joking approach instead. "Well, I certainly can think of less entertaining
things to have running around up there."
It
was a mistake and he knew it. He had known it before he said it. But at the
time, even a lame joke, and badly timed at that, had seemed preferable to the
silence that was slowly eating away at his soul. Still, in this moment, he
would have given almost anything for the opportunity to take it back, to erase
the hurt and the anger from her eyes.
Tears
stung her eyes. He didn't understand, and he probably never would. Fighting
back the tears as best she could, Deanna turned to leave, this time determined
not to let herself cry in front of him. She wouldn't allow him the satisfaction
of knowing how much she needed him to understand...how much she needed him.
"Deanna
wait! I'm sorry, that was a stupid thing to say. I know, I do, I just don't
know what else to say." She paused at his words, but didn't turn. Instead,
she stood listening as he continued. "That's not true. I know what I could
say, and it scares the hell out of me." The quiet admission stilled her
anger, it also made her think.
Deanna
turned back to him. With an offhand little laugh she mumbled, "Well, that
make two of us."
Will
chucked at the irony. "Funny, that was exactly what I was going to
say."
She
stared at him. "What?"
Will,
looked at his hands for a moment, than stood and looked out the window. How he
could allow himself to risk this, he didn't know. It would be hard enough to
say it at all, knowing that she would most likely run from it, from him. After
all, she wanted friendship, nothing more.....right? Hell, he wasn't sure of any
of it anymore. The one thing he did know, though, m was that he couldn't look
at her and say what he needed to say. "Deanna..."
She
didn't say a word, but she moved closer, coming to stand behind him. Whatever
it was he had to say, it wasn't any easier an admission than her own had been,
such as it was, and he hadn't the benefit of anger to still his fear. He was
afraid. That stopped her. She waited, helplessly wishing she knew how to make this
easier...for both of them.
"From
the very beginning, when we first started serving together, there have been
times when I could swear you were somehow involved in everything I did.
Something someone said, something I saw...whatever it was, would remind me of
you. That was hard enough, but lately!" he paused, shaking his head.
"I can't stop thinking about you."
Those
words, an echo from long ago, those same words which haunted her dreams, sent a
chill up her spine. What they did to the rest of her, she forced herself not to
think about. She wanted to say something to him then, to tell
him...everything...but her own voice failed her. His returned to fill the
silence between them instead.
"The
thing is, when I think of you, of us, now, it isn't the same as it used to be.
Before, all I could think about was they way it was before, when we were
together. It's not like that anymore."
Deanna's
chest constricted. She felt as if...she didn't know what she felt. Her world
had become numb. It seemed impossibly cruel. Just as she was beginning to
realize how much she needed to be a part of his life -- all of his life --
would he tell her that was no longer what he wanted? "It isn't?"
Where she found her voice, she had no idea, but it was gone again as quickly as
it had returned.
"No.
It's not about the past anymore. When I think about us now, it's not about how
things were on Betazed...it's about how it could be...how I wish it could be,
now." He spoke the last few words so quietly they were barely a whisper.
And
then he turned. As his eyes met hers, Deanna could hardly breathe. The reality,
the honesty, of what he had just said slammed into her. Her mind raced to
process what all had just happened, but she couldn't. And somehow, she had the
feeling, if she could have, she wouldn't have let herself. Not this time. If he
was saying what every part of her told her that he was saying, than she could
finally, finally....
How
it happened, neither of them was ever exactly sure. All Deanna knew was that
somehow, the gap between them closed. They didn't say anything, not really.
Instead they held each other that way for quite some time. Then, finally Deanna
got up the courage to tell him everything. About the dreams of that night, here
in his quarters, and how she wished that she could have changed the response
she gave back then. About how it had gotten to the point that she could no
longer bare the disappointment that came with leaving those dreams behind.
Will
laughed softly. "Funny, last night I was the one who couldn't sleep. Too
many daydreams keeping me awake." He smiled down at her, running his
fingers lightly through her hair. "We're gong to make ourselves crazy if
we keep this up, you know." He paused at the expression she returned at his
comment. "What?" he asked, his own expression one of clear confusion.
She
tipped her head thoughtfully. "And failing that, we may yet succeed in
making each other crazy." She ended the comment with a ready smile, but
something in her eyes told him that she was only half joking. When he didn't
return the smile, she dropped her hands to her sides and exhaled loudly in
frustration. "It's impossible!"
Will
looked at her oddly, her sudden change of attitude was doing little to
alleviate his confusion. What's more, it was making him a bit nervous.
"Was it something I said?"
His
reaction seemed to still whatever was bothering her, if only for a moment. She
smiled once more in an effort to reassure him. "No, it's not that. It's
these dreams...or daydreams as the case may be, that we've both been having.
It's almost as if..." As she allowed the sentence to go unfinished, she
shook her head in exasperation.
Will
placed his hand lightly on her arm. "Deanna," he tried to keep his
voice at a level that would help to alleviate whatever it was that she was
feeling. "I'm not sure that I understand what you are trying to say,"
he favored her with one of those grins that only he possessed, "but I'd
sure like to."
Now
it seemed it was to be her turn for uncomfortable admissions. "Will,
doesn't it seem strange to you that the only time that you have them, I don't?
And vice versa...like last night, you were awake, and I didn't have the dreams,
yet when I don't have them you do."
Will
thought about it for a moment. "When you put it that way, yeah, I guess it
is a bit unusual. But then, things between us usually are. You think that there
is something about this that makes that different?"
Deanna
looked up at him then, and her dark eyes seemed to search his for a moment.
"It's possible....I mean that the possibility can exist...sometimes with
Betaziods, when two people are sharing the same thoughts, at the same time it
can intensify the thoughts in each of their minds, so to speak.
Understanding
seemed to dawn in Will's eyes. "Are you saying that you think that we
are...what, feeding off of each others unconscious thoughts somehow?"
Deanna
shifted uncomfortably where she stood, then moved to sit on the couch before
answering. "Theoretically, yes. But Will, with you and I, that isn't
possible. It can't be, I mean, I'm certainly no telepath and you're..."
"Only
human?" he supplied helpfully. Too helpfully.
She
blushed. "Well, yes. I can't understand how this could be happening at
all. Unless --"
"Unless
things between us have somehow been changing on their own. For quite I while
now I guess. But they have been, haven't they?" He stilled her protest
before it had a chance to form. "No, Deanna, think about it. We've been
friends now for a long time. And it's more than that, it always has been.
Lately though, things have changed. At least they have for me. Deanna, I'm not
the same man you know back then. We're....grownups now. We -- I -- need
different things then I did back then. I want different things." He went
to her, and took her had. His eyes locked on to hers and held them. "And,
I think you want those things too. At least, I hope you do."
She
looked into his eyes, unable to move or breathe for a moment. Everything she
had wanted him to say -- and never dreamed that he would -- had been said. And
yet, there was still a part of her that wanted, needed, to hear more.
Swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat, she managed to give voice to
the question in her heart. "And what is it you want, Will?" Their
gazes locked once more.
He
leaned closer. "What I want," he whispered "is to give you
everything either of us has ever dreamed off." The kiss that followed
seemed to go on forever.
When
it broke, Deanna pulled back thoughtfully. You know, Imzadi, this is almost too
easy. It's a little like a bad Holo novel, don't you think?
Will
took her face in his hands. The grin he gave her stalled the breath in her
chest. "Who cares?"
She shook her head, laughing and crying at once. And with that, they set about making all of their shared dreams come true.