Title: The Imzadi Files - Future Imperfect

 

Author: Rising Sun

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Rated: PG

Summary: Birthdays!  Ha!

Classification: Riker/Troi

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 December 28, 2001

 
Personal Log – Deanna Troi

 

It was a birthday.  A good thing on any day… well in my humble opinion.  It was Will’s birthday and I say it was a good day.  Anyway it started out that way.

He blew out the candles and was asked what he had wished for.  Usually he is more circumspect with his feelings.  The synthahol must have been spiked for he looked at me.  One did not need to be a telepath to guess what he wanted for his birthday.  I on the other hand was quite willing to accommodate. 

 

I sent out a thought [Imzadi].

 

Will is not a telepath. In fact he has no physic abilities whatsoever. Except on occasion when he funnels his energy and focuses on me.  Imagine my shock when I got a reply! [Yes Imzadi]  I smiled at him with the promise of things to come.  In the meantime I got down to the business of cake. I hoped it was chocolate after all chocolate is a serious thing.

 

No sooner had the cake been cut than Will was called to lead an away team and off he went with Worf and Geordie in tow.

 

Damn it!

 

He returned … eventually three hours later!  Seems a lonely young child had picked him to be his playmate. I don’t blame him. I would like him to be my playmate too!

 

DT

 

Computer save entry.

 

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Personal Log – William Riker

 

Another birthday rolled in.

 

The best part of the day was hearing Deanna [Imzadi] she called to me mentally. I am no telepath yet when she calls I hear.  There is no stronger evidence of Imzadi that that.

 

Before I could even confirm the private party she seemed to be suggesting I was called on an away mission.

 

There are aspects to that mission I liked and didn’t like.  I was being run through a holographic fantasy where I had a son Jean Luc and Deanna was at Starfleet Headquarters, I was Captain of the Enterprise and Picard was an Admiral.

 

I liked the fact that I had a son.  It seemed to me that I do have the ability to be a good father despite my apprehension on that point. What I found that I didn’t like was that Deanna was not the mother or even my wife!  Can you believe that of all the images of women to be used they chose Minuet a hologram! I was annoyed.

 

Annoyed that I was a pawn in a game.

Annoyed that a hologram had been used as my wife.

Annoyed that Deanna was not my wife!  Did I mention that I was annoyed? Well I was.

 

In the end I calmed down and when my captor turned out to be a lonely child I felt sorry for him. In the end we beamed him aboard. We will take him to Star base Macmillan where they will find out if any of his people still exist. I hope they do.

 

I suppose Dee and I will get together on my next birthday.

 

WTR

 

Computer save and exit.