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Chapter Notes:

A bit of comfort for our pair. 


Riker had stayed with Deanna, he wouldn’t leave her side, even to sleep in his own quarters. What she needed was comfort from the one she loved most, her boyfriend. Pushing a stray piece of dark hair from her face, he lightly brushed his lips across her forehead. Her fever had broken several hours ago, but she still had to remain in Sickbay for three more days. Will saw her eyes flutter and then open.

“What happened? Why am I so sore?”

Will tried to shield his thoughts from her, but he had to remember who he was dealing with. Bev swooped in at that moment and saved Will from having to tell Deanna. He was having a hard enough time as it was trying to process it all.

“You need rest Dee. We’ll talk about what happened when you regain some of your strength.”

Deanna’s forehead creased in concern and worry.

“I sense deep pain and sorrow from the both of you. Something was lost. What’s going on? I want the truth. No eggshells around me please.”

Deanna was gentle but firm with her words. She was confused. Swallowing, Bev cleared her throat and took a chair and sat down, Will taking a seat on the other side of Deanna.

“I’m sorry to have to tell you this Dee, but, you had a miscarriage. I’m sorry.”

Her words were sincere and practiced, as any doctors words should be with delivering delicate news such as this. Troi could see that Bev was doing her best not to cry for her best friend. She was speechless for a second or two, trying to mentally process all that had just been given to her.

“I was pregnant? Why didn’t your tricorder pick up on it sooner?”

Bev shook her head and took her best friend’s hand.

“Your Betazoid physiology is a bit different from humans. It’s sometimes not easy to detect the hormones your body produces during the early stages of pregnancy. My scans show that this baby belonged to both you and Will. Human and one quarter Betazoid. Again, I’m sorry. You’ll be sore for the next few days. If you need moral support, I’m here for you as your friend, not just as your doctor.”

Deanna was still trying to process it all. She could see the compassion and the sincerity in Bev’s eyes. Will was a little confused, though he had an inkling how all this could’ve happened. Before Bev walked again, Deanna reached for Bev’s hand and swallowed hard.

“How…? How far was I?”

A lump formed in Crusher’s throat as Deanna asked the question.

“About 6 weeks. Which means conception took place right around the time we lost our memories. Again, I’m sorry.”

With that, Bev left the grieving couple alone to process the pain they were experiencing. Tears glistening in her eyes, Troi turned her attention to Will, her voice almost cracking as she spoke to him.

“I thought I looked a bit different looking at myself in the mirror. I’d just thought that the little weight I’d gained was from eating so much. That would explain why I was always vomiting all the time.”

Will helped her move over on the bed so that he could lie there with her. Gingerly pulling her into his arms, he first kissed her hair, and then the back of her neck.


“Everything will be alright. We’ll get through this together. Let’s take this one step at a time ok? Right now what’s important, is that we both heal. Let’s take things a little slower this time. I’m here for you Imzadi, I always have been.”

Both closing their eyes, they let a few silent tears roll down their cheeks. They had a long road ahead of them, but much joy lie ahead of them, though difficult. It was just a matter of time and healing.

To Be Continued…



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