Title: The Imzadi Files - Ethics

 

Author: Rising Sun

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Rated: PG

Summary: Worf is paralyzed in an accident and asks Deanna to be mother to Alexander should he die on the operating table.

Classification: Trek Story

Disclaimer: Star Trek: The Next Generation characters portrayed belong to Roddenberry Productions and Paramount Television. No copyright infringement intended.  All other characters depicted are purely fictional and any similarities to actual people are purely coincidental.

 

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Story Written January 10, 2002

Personal Log – Deanna Troi

Once again I find myself faced with mother hood.  This time of a Klinghon/Human child on the form of Alexander Rochenco… son of Wrof.

 

But as usual with these logs I just sit down and launch. Here’s what happened. Worf was paralyzed in an accident he had to undergo drastic and highly experimental back surgery. There was the distinct risk that he could die.

 

His first response was typically Klinghon – kill himself. 

 

I had enough on my hands dealing with Alexander, when I found myself in Ten Forward.  I had the bright idea that some chocolate ice cream may help the child somehow.  Hey! It works for me. Then Will walks in, sees me and makes a beeline for me.  I can see that he has more than flirting on his mind. So while keeping an eye on Alexander I stand at the window with Will and listen to his horror at having to decide if to kill Worf.

 

I wanted challenge in my work and Lord knows that is what I get I never know from one moment to the next what I will have to deal with. The Vulcans have a truism “Be careful of what you ask for you may get it” and boy do I get it!  I stood there and could not believed what I was hearing!  First Worf would want to die and leave his son fatherless and second that Will was giving this serious thought!  As I listened though I realized that he was not going to do it. He couldn’t. I relaxed … my Imzadi was a noble man after all.

 

I relaxed too soon.

 

For soon there I was facing Worf and hearing him contemplate having Alexander conduct the ceremony as he put it.  There are times where my professional mask slips. Not often – mind you - for my emphatic abilities usually forewarn me of most situations.  But he must have seen the horror on my face as he expressed his desire to die, for he eventually opted for the dangerous surgery instead.

 

The man is about to face life threatening surgery having just decided not to kill himself… he looks at me and asks me if I will raise his son if he does not pull through.  What can I say? I said yes!

 

And that is how I came to be mother to an orphaned Klinghon child. I stayed with the boy through out the entire ordeal of the surgery.  We didn’t budge from the door as we waited and prayed for a miracle.  Finally the doors opened and Beverly Crusher steeped out. She shook her head and I knew that Worf had died.

 

I didn’t know what to feel. I wasn’t sure that I was capable of feeling at that moment.  Hand in hand Alexander and I walked in to see his father. The newly created family unit of Betazed/Human and Klinghon/Human. With both his mother and now his father dead I was all he had.

 

For a while.

 

Without warning Worf convulsed to life. Apparently Klinghons are built with a number of duplicate body parts and they had begun to kick in! Suffice to say that he lived to tell the tale.

 

And I am a mother … again.

 

DT

 

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