Title: The Imzadi files – Shades of Gray

 

Author: Rising Sun

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Rated: PG-13

Summary: Riker fights for his life.

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 22, 2001

 Personal Log

 

There is an ancient Earth saying, “Procrastination is the thief of time” well it came to haunt me today in the form of an away mission gone wrong.  Now that in itself is nothing to write home about, but this one went WAAAY wrong.  Will was jabbed by a plant that made the Venus flytrap look domesticated.  That damn thing nearly killed him!

 

I get ahead of myself.

 

Dr. Polaski over rode the bio filters in the transporter and beamed Will aboard.  I heard – I forget from whom – what had happened and that he was in sickbay.  Can I stay away?  Both as Imzadi and as ship’s Counselor I cannot.  I get there as soon as possible and there he is… my heart goes out to him. One point I noted apart from medical personnel there are no females hovering around him. A position I slip into very easily… maybe too easily.

 

We speak for a while. He is so flip about the situation and his comment about “Facing death is the ultimate test of character” is just that - a comment. I know this man and I also can sense that he is worried; and that is the reaction that is normal not this comic routine he is putting on.

 

The comment though again brings home the game we have been playing. “Imzadi” I moan.  Almost on queue he slips into a coma.  By all that is sacred I stood there so helpless!  All I can do is monitor his emotional state, pray that he comes back to me and love him!

 

Dr. Polaski is a bulldog when it comes to medicine. In fact as far as I can tell she does nothing by halves and she was damned if he was going to die on her watch!  I wasn’t far behind.

 

I’m not ashamed to tell you that I was desperate!

 

When the endorphins began to cause the microorganism to multiply due to the treatment I felt sick. But I had to be strong as Polaski was depending on me to act as a compass to what Will was experiencing. 

 

With every encounter with this man I learn more.  Laying there so vulnerable his emotions were completely open to me.  Without his active conscious to control them he began to overwhelm me with their intensity, both the negative and the positive.  Oh and when his thoughts turned erotic… I was swept along with that too!  I began reacting to the erotic thoughts in a highly non-professional manner.  In fact the reactions were base as the woman in me began to react to the man in him.  Had my mother been on board she would have assumed that I was in bed with some man!  I have never had emotions overpower me so.

 

Now that the crisis is over I wonder were he and I to become loves again and he unleashed that intensity on me could the ship handle it?  Makes for interesting consideration – no?

 

The underling point remains… we said nothing.  Oh we say much but on the romantic front? Nothing.

 

DT

 

“Computer save log.” She said.

 

THE END