Will
Riker was a basket case. He knew it, and at the rate he was going today, it
wouldn't be long before everyone on the Academy grounds knew it too. Including
Deanna. He knew that was an understatement, she would probably have known all
along. At least she would have under normal circumstances.
He
sighed. Circumstances were definitely anything but normal. In a matter of days,
the life he had thought he had all figured out long ago had come flying apart
at the seams. Just days ago, the biggest worry in his life had been a cut class
or two from his teenage daughter, and now....
His
daughter. That was the catch in it all, wasn't it? Mandy had been his whole
world, along with Deanna of course, for the past 17 years. Many times they had
discussed to possibility of more children, but never managed to act on it.
Deanna was quite content to make little Amanda the center of things when she
was young, almost to the point of obsession, or so they had often joked. Now,
he wondered.
Even
though Deanna hadn't remembered, could little Alexandra have been behind it
all, after all these years? He remembered, in the days on the Enterprise, after
the Ba'ku mission, when she had drawn away from him. It had taken him weeks to
get her to believe him when he told her that it was more than the Briar Patch
that had made them rekindle the relationship. And then, when she had found out
she was pregnant with Mandy, it had all come together.
Could
it really be that, somehow, deep inside, Deanna did know? That all of the
attention she had showered excessively on Amanda, have been some why of
compensating for the loss of their other child?
Another
child. He hadn't even begun to process what that meant to him. In his minds
eye, he could still see the pictures of her. Her dark brown curls, the eyes
that seemed so much like his own. He had focused so much on what this was like
for Deanna, he had never fully assimilated the idea that this little girl was
his as well. Was she out there somewhere, or was she dead, as Deanna seemed to
believe?
That
question tore at his heart as he sat at his desk, facing the still ungraded
exams. The students had all gone now, having left early after the exams, eager
to begin semester break. That was when he heard it.
Deanna's
tortured scream lanced through his mind, quickening his heartbeat. She was in
trouble. Whatever the danger was, somehow he was certain it was connected to
the past. He was up and out of the
classroom in seconds, everything but reaching Deanna immediately forgotten.
* *
*
Lana's
last statement hung in the air, waiting, almost daring Alexis to respond. The
problem was, there really was no appropriate response for her to make. Somehow,
Lana's words had confirmed the one thing she had tried to deny since she had
learned the truth about Jackie's operation. She was just like the others.
Her
world suddenly became a backwash of vile emotions. For so many years she had
felt nothing but hatred for the people who at one time would have been her
family. Anger and betrayal had followed every thought of these strangers she no
longer knew for as long as she could remember. And now...
Now
it was all directed inward. How could she have been so stupid? Blindly she had
believed them when they all told her that there was no one left to care, even
when she knew everything else had been a lie. How could she have hated those
she was supposed to love the most, only to find that it was all based on
nothing but lies?
"Who
am I?" The question came out dull and lifeless, aimed at thin air.
Lana
knew the best thing to do at that moment would be to run away again, to put as
much distance between herself and this nightmare as possible. She also knew
that would be impossible. The same thing that had made her stay thirty odd
years ago still existed. She had gotten them both into this, and she had long
ago thought she had gotten them out. That was a lie, and she knew it. She
always had, hadn't she? Well, this time, she would set it right, once and for
all. She stood, focusing her eyes on her goal.
"Come
on then, Al. That's a story I only plan on telling once."
Alexis followed, as blindly as had the child she had once been. She was too tired and in too much pain to understand.