Will
reached the office, not even bothering to slow down as he entered. When he did,
however, he came to a dead stop. Amanda stood beside her mother, who seemed to
be simply starting at nothing.
In
all the years that Will Riker had know Deanna Troi, from the young girl held
captive on Betted, to the woman who had now been his wife for nearly 20 years,
he had never seen her like this. He approached the chair slowly, not wanting
her to be frightened by a sudden approach, and unsure as to just what kind of
state she had worked herself into. He started to speak her name, but the
whispered word died on his lips when her eyes suddenly met his.
"She
was here."
Both
Will and Amanda were startled, not only by the words that had been the first
she had spoken in their presence, but more so by the deathly cold voice Deanna
had used when she spoke.
"Who,
Deanna?" Will's mind raced with possibilities. His first thought was
Alexandra, but that would never have instilled such emotions as he now felt
emanating from his wife, could it? Fear yes, and shock certainly, but the
emotion that had come roaring to life with her words was something he could
only have described as lethal.
His
question never drew an answer from Deanna, however. In the next moment, the
office doors wished open once again, and he realized that the question would
soon answer itself.
Lana
kept her eyes to the ground as she entered, not because she felt fear or shame,
but because she knew that this time Deanna's reaction would come far more
forcefully, and she was not about to face this woman unprepared. Going for a
confrontational approach was a mistake though, and she one regretted from to
moment she finally looked into the dark eyes of Deanna Riker.
She
had seen cold determination it this woman's eyes before. It was one of the few
things about that first, and last, case that still haunted her dreams. They had
been friends once, as real as any of that could have been under the
circumstances, and it has fascinated Lana at the time to see a girl her own age
so completely focused.
It
was as if the young girl named Deanna Troi had realized that the world had
pulled her back one too many times, and she was ready to pull back. Lana knew,
from experience, how easily a teenager could crumble under the challenges of
parenthood, but Deanna seemed to thrive on them, the sheer force of her will to
succeed in creating her own life burning stronger each and every day.
That
forcefulness she could handle now, even match after the knocks she had suffered
since then. But this was different, and the both knew it. For the first time in
years, Lana felt fear. Not the paranoid fear she had come to trust in as a form
of self preservation, but a real, knowing fear, that the coming explosion would
finally destroy them all.
Deanna
stood now, her body tense. She reminded Will of a tiger laying in wait as she
stared down the blond woman. "You," she said dangerously, the young
girl's fire turning to black lightening in the woman's eyes, "stole my
little girl."
Those
words erupted a firestorm through out the room. Will felt his own blood boil
with read hot anger, a shocking companion to his wife's cold fury. He started
forward, ready to finish with Lana Andrews what he had started on Alexis the
night before. But this time he was stopped by Deanna's hand as it clamped down
like a steel vice on his arm. Her eyes never left Lana's face, and she never
spoke, but her message was all too clear: this was her fight.
He
might have objected to her once again excluding him where it came to there
first born child, but not this time, not now. He himself hadn't even begun to
come to grips with the situation, the could only imagine the sheer hell it was
to the woman who had lived it all.
Amanda
felt a silent alarm begin to sound in her brain. Something was wrong. She
looked around the room, her eyes finally coming to rest on Alexis, who had
shrunk back into a forgotten corner.
"I
did what I did. I had to survive, you of all people should understand
that."
Deanna
advanced on her adversary as the other woman spoke. "How can you...?"
She didn't need to finish the sentence, it finished itself in a variety of
ways, all of them appropriate.
"I
never left her alone with them." Lana's resolve broke. "I could have
run that day and left her to the wolves, like they did me, but I didn't....I
thought I could, that I could get away once they had her, but I didn't I
swear!" Tears escaped unnoticed as she stood there, a woman being
swallowed alive by her own demons.
The
edge left Deanna as she watched, remembering all she had heard the night
before. She heard her one voice saying that no matter what her child may have
done, she was still her baby. It struck her then, that this woman was someone
else's child, and most likely a victim herself. "What....did they do to
her?"
Amanda
was still watching Alexis as the exchange took place. Now, tears streamed down
her face, and she was shaking. Amanda slowly made her way to the corner.
Alexis's fearful whimpers increased with her approach, drawing Lana's attention
first.
Decades
of instinct kicked in instantly. "Stop that! Can't you see you're scaring
her?!!? Then she saw Amanda's face.
"Oh God..."
Alexis's
eyes darted to each of them, and then from Amanda to Deanna and back again.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't....I'm sorry!!!"
And before anyone could react, she ran.