#Troi/Riker Fanfic

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Trek Office: "Space Nookie"

I had to do a *script writing exercise,* so I was like "what if I wrote a Star Trek TNG scene in the style of The Office/Parks and Rec" and it's BAD please help lol it's a lot of fuckery so I put it under the cut...and of course, it's nsfw because the plot is basically:

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i just know lwaxana troi lost her shit when she got grandchildren

give me some fics about lwaxana troi finding out deanna's pregnant

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Shattered Ground

Shattered Ground https://ift.tt/Bs6UyYx by OzarkBear80 As the Enterprise-G embarks on a journey to Earth for a joyous family reunion and the long-awaited wedding of Jean-Luc and Beverly, a sudden crisis diverts them to Vulcan. Catastrophic earthquakes have struck the planet, causing mass casualties and widespread devastation. A beloved member of the crew, determined to save lives, leads a medical team on a perilous mission to the surface. When a building collapses and an earthquake swallows the debris, the crew member is reported missing, and shortly after declared killed in action. The crew of the Enterprise and the crew members loved ones are plunged into grief, their world shattered by the news. Yet, amidst the sorrow and uncertainty, hope lingers. In the face of unimaginable loss, the bonds of family and the resilience of the human spirit are tested. Words: 2424, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Star Trek: Picard, Star Trek: Legacy Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death Categories: Multi Characters: Seven of Nine, Raffi Musiker, Jean-Luc Picard, Beverly Crusher, Jack Crusher (Star Trek: Picard), Sidney La Forge, Dr. Ohk (Star Trek: Picard), Original Child Character(s), Deanna Troi, William Riker, Worf (Star Trek:TNG/DS9), Data (Star Trek), Geordi La Forge, Liam Shaw, Matthew Arliss Mura, Alandra La Forge, Original Female Character(s) Relationships: Beverly Crusher/Jean-Luc Picard, Jack Crusher (Star Trek: Picard)/Sidney La Forge, Raffi Musiker/Seven of Nine, William Riker/Deanna Troi Additional Tags: Earthquakes, Destruction, Missing in Action, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Missions Gone Wrong via AO3 works tagged 'William Riker/Deanna Troi' https://ift.tt/lbHPQqU October 26, 2024 at 06:46PM

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Dr Crushers Padd

Pairings: Deanna Troi & Beverly Crusher & Reader

Words: 2.2K

Summary: You get your period and nothing short of chaos ensues.

TW: blood, period, not sleeping, mentions of drowning, mentions of assault, cramps,

Role PLATONIC NURSE R

A/n kinda crackfic? Idk.

Wake up stained sheets making late to shift as Change bed. No credits for new sheets already recycled. Sleeping on towel so not sleep well. Tried on mission.

It was simply supposed to be a regular away mission. Nothing more, but it would never be that easy for you. Never.

The streak of bad luck started about two days ago. When you woke up on your period. Or more like… in it. You bled on the sheets during the night and so you had gotten up and put them in the recycler only to find that you didn’t have enough credits to replicate new ones.

Because you had only just transferred on board your credits from your last posting hadn’t transferred yet. So, you had been sleeping on a goddamned towel for the past few nights.

Better still because of your issue with the sheets, you managed to show up late to your first shift in sickbay. Not a good impression and you certainly weren’t going to tell your boss you had bled on the sheets. She was a woman and she had made it to shift on time. Heck Dr Beverly crusher was the CMO, and her file said she had never been late to shift. Not once.

Luckily, she let you off the hook and she seemed really nice. She had taken to you in the short time you had been there. She said you reminded her of Wesley. Whoever that was. Oh yes … her son.

Then yesterday she had told you she wanted you on the away mission. You majored in paediatrics, but your minor was xenobiology. Making you one of the more qualified med staff for the mission. It was simple really. A new planet was found orbiting twin binary stars, and its unusual orbit had some impact on the life on the planet. Radiation from the binary stars had made scans near impossible, so you and Dr crusher were to scope the plant life. Deanna Troi, ships Counsellor was also going incase of any more intelligent life being present. Also, Worf, data and Riker.

The trip had started off simple enough. You and doctor crusher had been charting and sampling the plant life in small bio containers to take back to the ship when the cramps started.

Normally, working in sickbay you could find something to dull the pain. Usually, some generic over the counter pain medicine that not even the CMO needed to sign off on administering. However, you were on an unknown planet with no pain medicine and no easy way to slip away to change your pad which probably needed it by now. And better yet you didn’t bring any pads with you.

You cursed softly and Deanna shot you a confused look sensing your distress. She turned to walk away from where she had been talking to riker by some large trees and began walking to where you and the good doctor were sampling some berries on a small shrub.

Seeing her approach, you stood to address the doctor. “I think i can hear a creek nearby which would indicate more plant life, most likely aquatic. Can i go have a look?” You said.

“Sure. Stay close though in case of trouble. I don’t want to have to pull you out of a creek.” She said with a smile, and you laughed.

“Don’t worry doc I’m an excellent swimmer.” You winked and disappeared into the bush.

The creek wasn’t hard to find. There were some odd plants around the edges which swayed with the current. Taking a scan with your tricorder it showed some interesting levels of saline content. The creek was obviously salt in nature.

You uprooted one of the small plants and gently placed it into a container. Where its leaves had touched the water, they had turned from red to a deep purple. That would have some interesting implications. Just as you scooped up a small vial of water your stomach cramped again, and you quickly put a cap on the vial and lent against a tree with your knees at your chest.

The cramps began to lessen as you tried to relax, footsteps came from nearby. Too tired from your awful sleep last night to turn and look you waited for them to come into view.

“Y/n?” A voice called. And you sighed. Deanna.

“Im here.” You said and the footsteps came closer until Counsellor Troi was stood above you.

“I can sense something wrong.” She said with an oddly motherly look. “What are you doing on the ground?” She asked.

“Moping.” You responded and she laughed softly.

“May I join you?”

“I don’t own the ground.” You said with a half-smile.

“Very well then.” She sat next to you, legs folded and back pressed against a tree opposite you. “Whats the matter Y/n. You seem … off.” She said with a kind smile. You sighed and opened your mouth to talk before shutting it and biting your lip.

“I sense a lot of conflicting feelings in you Y/n.” Troi said softly.

“There you are!” Came another voice and you jumped in surprise. “I didn’t mean to scare you Y/n.” Dr crusher said placing a hand on your shoulder. “Nice spot you found.”

“You're not mad I’m not working?” You said meekly and she frowned.

“No. I think we could all use a break. You especially, you look exhausted. Are you feeling alright?” She said as she sat so the three off you were in an odd triangle.

“Im good.” You said with a weak smile and Troi shot you a look. The smile fell.

“And a poor liar.” Dr Crusher responded, “I don’t need to empathic to know that.” She said and looked you up and down. “You haven’t been sleeping.” She said knowingly. You looked away and rested your chin on your knee.

“There’s more isn’t there.” The doctor added and you sighed.

“It’s dumb.” You huffed.

“I assure you whatever it is isn’t dumb Y/n your emotions are very real.” Troi said.

This time you didn’t respond simply looked at the water flowing by lazily in the creek. The sunlight came in rays through the dense tree branches overhead and the foliage was a beautiful deep green with oddly placed red and purple plants.

Before you knew it you had zoned out watching the water, a combination of your tiredness and ADHD. You heard the two of them talking softly and simply listened to the ambience.

After a moment you heard the familiar beeping of a tricorder. Turning you glared at the doctor who was scanning you.

“Im fine.” You huffed gently directing her hand holding the scanner away.

“You zoned out.” Deanna said.

“Im just tired. Thats all.” You muttered.

“And why, pray tell, are you so tired Y/n?” Beverly asked.

“A combination of things.” You replied vaguely and Beverly raised a brow and the scanner again, pointedly.

“Fine… fine.” You huffed.

“The truth this time.” Deanna added, “I’ll know.”

The doctor nodded and sat back on her heels, so she wasn’t hovering as much as before. You rubbed a hand over your face and let out another sigh, this time of defeat.

“I haven’t been sleeping really well and … you know …. Women things.” You said looking away.

“Ah…” Beverly said and looked you up and down. “Do you have everything you need?”

“No.” You muttered.

“No?!” They both exclaimed.

“What are you using?” Beverly asked.

“Right now?” You asked resting you head on the tree. And she nodded.

“Right now.” She agreed.

“Nothing. Let’s just say I’m grateful the lower half of the uniform is black.” You said closing your eyes.

“You know i could have given you a pad, right?” The doctor said and placed down her med kit, opening it up and pulling out a small white package. You groaned.

“Cramps?” Deanna asked and you nodded and before you knew it there was a hypospray being pressed into the side of your neck and the pain melted away.

“Thanks.” You said rubbing your neck.

“That’s perfectly alright Y/n.” The doctor responded. “Now you said you hadn’t been sleeping well.” She said and looked at you with her best motherly look she used on Wesley to get him to clean his room.

You sighed and relaxed into the tree.

“I bled on my sheets my first night here and like an idiot I forgot to check if i had credits before recycling them. There must have been some issues transferring my credits from my last posting.” You explained and Deanna and Beverly frowned at each other.

“Y/n what are you sleeping on?” Deanna asked and you looked away, avoiding eye contact.

“A towel.” You mumbled after a short pause.

“A towel?!” Beverly exclaimed. “Wait a minute … you said the first night. Is this why you were late to your first shift?” The doctor asked and you had to give her credit, she was quick. You looked at her and simply tapped your nose. She sighed.

“Y/n i can replicate you some sheets myself. If you need something just ask. I’ll see what i can do about getting you your credits.” Beverly sighed.

“Thank you.” You whispered.

“Now, go change.” She said and pressed the white package into your hand, folding your fingers over it.

“We’ll keep the boys away for you.” Deanna winked and you gave a half laugh.

“Thanks.” You said and walked a bit off past some trees and out of sight. Once you had successfully changed your pad out you grinned to yourself and placed the old one on a rock. Deciding to have some fun you pulled out your phaser and pointed it at it. Altering the setting and disintegrating it. You grinned to yourself and walked back.

Both women turned to look at you. The doctor frowned. “What did you do with it?” She asked and you grinned and tapped your finger on your phaser. Her jaw dropped open.

“You didn’t” Deanna laughed. “That’s genius.”

“An old trick my last commander taught me on one of my first assignments.” You said and sat down in your spot again.

“So, are you feeling better?” The doctor asked and pulled out her tricorder as a threat again. You smiled.

“Much.”

“Shes telling the truth.” Deanna said with a nod.

“What was in that hypo?” You asked with a grin.

“Caffeine laced pain killer.” The doc grinned and Deanna shot her an unimpressed look.

“My girl.” You said with a smile and shot her finger guns making her laugh.

“You’re both incorrigible.” Deanna said shaking her head. “Doctors.” She sighed sounding defeated. “Fixing everyone but themselves.”

“Correct.” You said and stood, offering a hand to the doc. “Shall we continue my good sir.” You smiled and Beverly smiled back. “Of course, my dear.” And you hauled her to her feet before turning to Deanna and offering her a hand. She smiled softly and took it.

Once the three of you were upright, you gestured for them to follow you.

“Watch this.” You said and dipped your finger into the water before using your other hand to hold one of the plants leaves from earlier steady. With your wet finger you drew a small love heart on the plants leaf. With a fake gasp you turned to the doc. “Why thats anatomically impossible!” You gushed in a mock tone, “It has a heart.” You said feigning shock.

Deanna hid a smile with her hand and Beverly gave you an unimpressed look. “Im never giving you caffeine again.” She said and you braced your hands on your knees and stood, brushing off your pants and grinning.

“Well, we should probably head back before we find out if data can have a conniption or not. But we could always stay … in the name of science of course doc.” You said and she rolled her eyes.

“Data will be fine.” Beverly said and pulled you behind her back up the small bank and past the bushes from earlier.

“Ready to go ladies?” Riker asked once he saw you.

“Yes.” You deadpanned and he laughed.

“Tough crowd.” He said and you lightly slapped his arm. “Assault of a senior officer. I should throw you in the brig.” He said with a smile, and you rolled your eye.

“Yeah right, senior indeed old man.” You said with an air of sarcasm, “And I should have had you court marshalled back in the academy when you decided to take sixteen young betazed women…” You began, mocking him. Before you could finish, he clapped a hand over your mouth with a smile.

“Well thats enough of that.” He said matter of factly, and Beverly smiled an amused smile at Deanna who smiled back.

“I can always get the story later.” Beverly said and riker went to respond but yelped.

“Ew Y/n. Don’t lick my hand thats gross.” He whined, wiping it on his pants.

“Please, i once watched you drink someone else’s coffee before an exam.” You said rolling your eyes.

“Ew will … really?” Deanna asked and you grinned.

“That was tame compared to some of the stuff he did.” You said with a shit-eating grin.

“Riker to enterprise.” Riker interrupted tapping his combadge and you laughed deeply at his obvious distress.

“Enterprise here, ready to beam up sir?” O’brian asked and Riker gave the affirmative.

“Saved by the bell.” You mouthed with a grin as the small team beamed up.

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fic stats game!

Rules: Give us the links to your fics with the most hits, second most kudos, third most bookmarks, fourth most comments, fifth most words, and your fic with the least amount of words.

this looked fun so i stole it from @virtie333 hehe

Most hits: The MSR Files, the ficlet series I wrote last February (wasn’t intending this when it started but they’re in chronological order and can be read as one cohesive story lol)

Second most kudos: Platonic Procreation, my current WIP! An IVF arc AU where it worked and Mulder and Scully try to stay just friends anyway😅

Third most bookmarks: Mother Knows Best, in which Maggie Scully gives Diana what for😈 oh and there’s a happy ending for MSR too because I couldn’t resist hehe

Fourth most comments: The Only Answer, another Diana story… in which she and Scully switch bodies! Dun dun dun…

Fifth most words: This Heart That I Misplaced, a story I wrote for the darkfic exchange last year with the prompt that Mulder finds Samantha alive and in a mental hospital, but she doesn’t recognize/remember him…💔

Fic with the least amount of words: this is actually three drabbles, all star trek tng and riker/troi stories- First Date, New Life, Fresh Air

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A Little Clarification by @agent-troi

Read by Annie

Please leave the author a comment if you enjoyed their story 😘

[lamelycool]

I'm So Sorry

A/n: Love some family dynamics man. Anyays Uh this got really long. If you want the slightly extended ending I can post that too just ask! I hope you guys like it. Oh and if you see any errors/typos feel free to let me know:)

Warnings: mental issues, paranoia, character injury, character death?, blood/injury, self harm?

Summary: Data is worried he is broken. Is it all in his head or is there something seriously wrong with him? Can the crew save him from seemingly himself?

"I'm sorry Commander, but that's wrong." Wesley speaks up timidly.

"What do you mean?" Commander Data asks with a tilt of his head.

"Well, you said quadrant 4,5 yes?" Wesley asks nervously.

"I said quadrant 4.9,5.6 correct. Have I misspoken?" He asks. From anyone else the question may seem defensive or condescending, but not him. He asks like he asks any other question, with an earnest child-like curiosity.

"Yes sir. It's in quadrant 7,8 not 4,5." Wesley says, looking over at Data. He can't help but feel nervous at calling him out. He knows he's right, but him being right means Data is wrong. And that doesn't sit right with Wesley.

"You're only off by 3! But..." Wesley trails off.

Data looks down at the console and rechecks his calculations. "Indeed, you are correct Wesley. I am unsure as to how I thought it was 4.9,5.6 it is clearly 7.9,8.6." Data tilts his head. "Intriguing... When I run self-diagnostics I am functioning within normal parameters? But that is obviously untrue."

Wesley smiles sheepishly. His cheeks are lightly flushed from embarrassment. "It's alright! Mistakes happen sometimes sir." He soothes emptily thinnly veiling his concern. Data doesn't make mistakes unless something's wrong.

"But usually I do not make mistakes." Data replies. "I apologize for my error."

Wesley shakes his head. "Don't worry about it Mr. Data." He turns back to his console and tries slow his racing thoughts.

Why was Data off?

Is he alright?

Was it a simple mistake?

A minor error? System fluke?

Or is it something more serious?

Wesley takes a shaky breath. Panicking won't help anything. Data is fine. Data is always fine. He takes a deep breath and refocuses his attention to work.

"Captain?" Data speaks up, turning his seat to face him.

"Yes Data?" Picard looks up from his pad.

"May I be excused sir?" Data asks. He politely continues, "I would like to go to engineering so that Geordi can run further diagnostics on me. I fear that I may be experiencing a malfunction."

"Of course Data take your time." Picard says kindly with a nod.

Data stands then looks down at Wesley. "Would you like to take over for me while I am away?"

Wesley nods quickly. "Yes sir, thank you." He slides over and takes Data's place.

Once Data is relieved of his duty he exists the bridge and enters the turbolift. After selecting his floor he hits his com, "Geordi, do you have time to meet with me in engineering?"

"Of course I do Data! You know I always have time for you. And besides, things are pretty slow down here anyways. Is everything all right?"

"I am unsure Geordi. I believe I may be malfunctioning." Data says with an off tone. Almost anxious. Hearing this rings alarms bells in Geordi's head but he brushes it off. Too soon to worry, it could just be a false alarm.

"Like the last time you thought you were malfunctioning because you tripped?" Geordi jokes trying to keep the mood light.

"My optical sensors were off." Data shoots back.

"Very minutely my friend. Veryy minutely." Data can practically hear Geordi's 100 watt smile through the com. It also isn't hard for him to imagine Geordi shaking his head at his antics.

"Anyways I'll meet up with you and see what I can do about your lil problem. See you soon, Geordi out."

***

"I'm sorry Data I just don't see a problem. I've checked everything. And I mean e v e r y t h i n g. You are functioning just fine. Heck, you're functioning better than the last time you came in." Geordi says exasperated.

"Perhaps we sh-"

"Data." Geoedi grabs him by the shoulders gentle but firm. Looking into Data's eyes he says, "You're fine. Really don't worry so much. Maybe you should just rest for the day? Take your mind off things."

"Perhaps...Perhaps that is a good idea. Thank you Geordi." Data says sincerely.

"Of course Data. Anytime. Now then, go rest!" Geordi sends him away with a pat on the back and shoos him out of engineering.

***

Deanna's therapy sessions with Data were usually quite normal. She would listen to his observations and inquiries about the human condition. And about his journey of becoming, what he already is in her opinion, a person and more human like. She would only interrupt occationally to give her imput and advice when needed. While some might find his rambling annoying and monotonous, she finds it quite enjoyable. His unending stream of spoken consciousness is soothing, curious, and pure. Not to mention the lack of intense and intrusive emotions attacking her psyche is also pleasant.

But today was different. It was anything but a normal session. The moment he walked through the door she could sense something was off. He didn't speak nearly as much and even requested that she lead the session today. And when he did speak he responded breif and monotone. He seemed to be more interested in looking at the table or at his hands than at her. He avoided her eye contact like the plague.

While Deanna didn't want to push him to talk to her, she still wanted to know what was bothering him. She tried to give him time to process and open up on his own. But soon they were already halfway through the session and he still hadn't even hinted as to what was bothering him. So she decided it was time to be direct and just ask.

"Data...is everything alright? What is bothering you?" She asks him softly. But as he had been doing alot this session, he simply sits unresponsive. His eyes staring down at his hands unblinking. It was as if he was in another world, in a trance.

"Data?" She tries again to gain his attention. This time she even snaps her fingers in front of him trying to bring him back to the real world.

"..." He still didn't respond. That's it....

"Data!"

Data jolts his head up and looks at her eyes wide open. A second passes until he blinks slowly and fully snaps out of his daze. As if his processors just now decided to begin working.

"I am sorry counselor...what were you saying?" He tilts his head slightly, he still sounds far off and untethered but at least he's responding now.

"Are you alright? You were spaced out for quite some time." Deanna inquires brows furrowed. She could quite literally feel that something was off with him now. It was subdued but definitely present.

"Yes." Data responds automatically. Then after a beat of silence he shakes his head. "Actually no...I am not 'all right'. I worry that I am broken."

"Broken? Oh data." She croons and grabs his hands. "Why would you ever think you are broken?"

"Everything is...wrong" he looks down at their joined hands. He opens his mouth to speak again but no words come out.

"What do you mean Data? What's wrong? Are you feeling...off?" She offers.

"I cannot feel." He states robotically like he has many times before.

"Data..." She gives him a gentle yet pointed look.

"Sorry. Yes, I fee.... I am off. I am having calculation errors, I am unable to focus, and I always have the sensation of being watched although I know I am not. I feel as though I am not safe..." Data says anxiously now fidgeting with his and Deanna's hands.

"Oh my Data. I could see how that would make you feel off! When did this all start?" Her mind begins to race is someone stalking him or is it paranoia? Is it possible for him to be paranoid?

"I believe a week ago? Not long after we arrived in the Lohrn Cluster." Data answers quietly after some thought.

"Data... that was 2 weeks ago not one." She says eyeing him more concerned now. He doesn't make simple mistakes like that ever. Maybe he isn't being stalked and it is more than just paranoia.

"This is odd. Maybe you are suffering a malfunction? Have you spoke to Geordi?"

"I am not malfunctioning, Geordi already checked and said there was nothing wrong with me. He checked multiple times quite meticulously. But he still found no abnormalities."

"What about Beverly? Perhaps she would be able to help." Deanna says hopefully. "Maybe she could find something that was overlooked or have an idea of how to help?"

"Perhaps...thank you Counselor." Data stands and begins walking to the door. Deanna trails closely behind him hand on his lower back.

"Of course Data. Oh! How about in the meantine we start meeting more often. I'd say at least twice a week? Is that alright with you?" She asks gently. She wants to keep an eye in him. To make sure this isn't as serious as she feels it is.

Data nods stiffly, "That seems to be a good idea. Thank you again Counselor."

"Not a problem Data if you have any more concerns contact me." She gives Data a soft hug. It is brief and soon after he leaves out the door.

'I hope that it will help him. It pains me seeing him so out of sorts.' She thinks to herself watching him leave.

***

"I'm sorry Data I ju-

"Can not find anything? There is nothing wrong with me? I am in perfect condition right?" Data interrupts shooting up from his seat in frustration.

"Data!" Beverly looks at him in shock. Its not as though he yelled or even snapped at her. Its just so out of character for him to behave this way. Data sinks back down onto the medbed.

"I apologize Dr. It is just disheartening that no one can find what is wrong with me. And it seems as though no one believes me." Data speaks softly. Sounding like a scolded child, a sad, scared and scolded child.

"Data...I believe you! It's just I can't find the problem, you seem perfectly healthy! But that's obviously not the case...You are acting out of character and seem to be experiencing severe discomfort. I'm very concerned Data." She admits. Bev rubs Data's back in support and to comfort. It pains her to see her normally energetic and kind Data....so broken and sad. He may deny all emotions but times like this proves otherwise.

"Dr? Am...am I crazy?" Data chokes out.

"No! No, you're not crazy!" She tilts his chin up making him look her in the eye. She lets out a gasp when their eyes meet. His eyes are brimming with golden tears. "Oh my poor Data..." She mummurs to him.

That's what finally broke the dam. Golden tears begin pouring down his face and sobs wrack his body making him tremble like a leaf. Beverly pulls Data into her embrace, holding him tightly. She speaks gently trying to soothe him and whispers sweet nothings in his ear. She pats his back and rocks him gently. All the same as she would to Wesley when he was just a boy. And in an odd way she does see Data like a son and holds a lot of love for him. So to see him cry well... basically every cry he lets out is another stab to her poor heart.

Beverly decides the best course of action is to get the captain. She knows how much Data looks to him for support. And he ought to be able to calm himself down. So she taps her com badge. "Captain I need your assistance down in medbay. It's Data. Bring the counselor aswell if possible."

"Is he alright? What's going on?"

"You will have to see for yourself, please just hurry." Bev says exasperated.

"On my way now."

***

"Beverly?" Picard calls out entering sickbay.

"Back here." She calls softly to him just from the other room.

The captain makes his way back following her voice. When he steps into the doorway he freezes in shock at what he sees. Data, sobbing in Beverly's arms. Him whimpering and whining in a small wavering voice.

"Where's Deanna?" She mouths.

"Busy." He breathes out.

"Talk to him" Bev mouths. Picard looks at her wide eyed and shakes his head. The captain doesn't do well with tears. And with mushy sentiments.

"I don't know how." he whispers panicked. He honestly has no clue how to deal with emotions. Much less an androids. She gives him a pointed glare then rolls her eyes.

"Hey, Data? I have to go for a moment alright? Talk to the captain for now. I will be right back." She carefully untangles herself from him. Then goes to leave before the captain can protest. And she leaves Jean-Luc with the sniffling android to fend for himself. She knows the stubborn man can handle it.

Seconds pass until Picard gathers himself and his courage. And then he quietly crosses the room and takes a seat beside Data.

"Data...what is the matter?" The Captain asks rubbing Data's back.

"Eeverything...I am broken...aand now mmy chest hurts. I hurt. I should not hurt. My eyes are leaking. I aam broken. I do not waant to be broken." Data stutters out his lips quivering barely holding back his cries. Seeing Data so distressed breaks through Captains tough exterior and right into his heart nearly bringing himself to tears. Picard struggles to stay composed.

"Data you...you are not broken. It's normal to cry when overwhelmed. Just take some deep breaths with me. Then we can talk more." Picard orders. And so they sit there together simply breathing in and out. In and out. Until Data calms down. While he is alot calmer, his breath is still shaky and tears stain his alabaster cheeks gold.

"Now Data. How are you feeling?"

"I...I am unsure. I am conflicted. I was unaware I could cry." He sniffles sniffles.

"I was too Data...I was too. Would you like to talk about it?"

"Nno sir, if I may I would like to go to my room." Data requests, seemingly more composed than before. But he avoids looking into the Captain's eyes. Because he'd surely see right through him otherwise. And he'd burst back into tears. Data can't handle it he can barely think straight.

"That's fine Data. But I think you should go to engineering first to talk to Geordi. Then after you may have the day off."

"Yes sir...thank you. I'm sorry for crying." Data quips ready to leave as soon as possible.

"Don't worry about that Data." Picard shakes his head and gives Data a pat on the shoulder. "I'm just glad you're alright."

'I do not feel "alright"' Data thinks to himself as he leaves the medbay. He forgoes going to engineering and goes straight to his room instead. It is pointless to bother Geordi he thinks. He already knows what he will be told. He can't stand to hear it again. All he wants is to go home and hold Spot.

***

"I'm sorry I couldn't come with you captain what is it that you needed?" Deanna asks.

"Data he had an outburst."

"An outburst?"

"He was crying...he was sobbing."

"I- I didn't know he could cry." Deanna says in shock.

Picard laughs ruefully. "Neither did I."

"Is he alright?" She asks.

"No...No I don't think so. Deanna, you've spoken to him what do you think is going on?"

"I'm not certain captain but perhaps he is going through a break through of sorts? He has been seeming more and more emotional lately. Maybe the newly developing emotions are overwhelming him? Leaving him in a vulnerable state, much like a child still learning how to regulate emotions."

"If that's the case then what should we do?" Picard questions.

"For now I'd say it's best to just let him know we are here for him and give him guidance when he needs it." She sighs. "Other than that there's not much else I know to do...I wish I could be of more help."

"You are doing all you can Deanna. You're doing a great job."

"I know but I just don't feel like I'm doing enough." She sighs.

***

"Worf?"

Worf turns on his barstool to face Data. "Yes Lt. Data?"

"May I join you?" He asks.

Worf looks at him for a second then nods turning back the bar with a grunt. Data slides into the barstool beside him as Worf sips his cranberry juice. He waits for Data to speak first and observes him from the corner of his eye in the meanwhile. Worf's trained eyes quickly notice Data's on edge and fidgety behavior opposed to his usual calm and collected self.

"Worf may I ask you a question?" Data speaks up.

"You may." Worf turns to give him his full attention.

"I am uncertain as to how I should word this so I will not 'beat around the bush'." Data pauses and then speaks meakly, "I feel unsafe."

This catches Worf's attention as cheif of security. "What do you mean? Is someone giving you trouble? You just have to name them and I will see it handled, you need not worry!" Worf states fiercly sincere. He would do everything in his power to keep his family safe and Data is no exception.

"No, that will not be necessary. No one is giving me trouble. I simply feel unsafe in my mind... I seek your advice Worf. I do not know what to do."

Data avoids eye contact with Worf. He's not even sure why he felt the need to reach out to Worf. What could he do about the fact that Data is losing his mind? Not even the Dr or Counselor could help him.

"I see..." Worf pauses a moment to think. "You are a strong warrior you need not worry. But I will still keep an eye out for you just in case. If you would like you are welcome to join my Mok'bar class. It would help you to clear your mind."

"Thank you Worf. I will keep that in mind." Data states standing up from the bar.

"No need for thanks. Your safety is my duty." Worf grunts. He gives Data a strong pat on the back and then watches him leave.

***

"Data? Are you there?" Geordi calls from the hall. Geordi, Will, Deanna, and Worf have been waiting for quite awhile. They all decided to come to Data's room when he failed to show for their scheduled poker game. He also failed to respond to any of their messages.

When they get no answer Will decides to call this time. "Data are you there? Its Will." This time a faint buzz like hum can be heard from inside the room.

"Do you hear that noise?" Will asks. The group all agrees to hearing it and unease grows amongst them. This is such an odd situation and unlike Data. Although he has been acting stranger and stranger lately.

"That's it! Data if you do not respond now I will be forced to use my emergency override!" Worf barks out. After a moment of waiting he overrides the lock and storms into Data's room. His hand over his phaser ready to draw if necessary. The others enter behind him more cautiously.

A scan of the room the quickly reveals the cause of the ominous buzz. Data on the floor. Laying sprawled out on his stomach twitching. His face turned at an odd angle looking at them eyes open and unblinking. In a pool of his blood.

"Data?" Geordi calls urgently and rushes over to him. "Data!"

Geordi quickly kneels over Data who's breath is coming out in short sputtered gasps.

The others all stand in their own forms of shock and grief. Deanna cries as Will holds her against him. He is unable to look away from his friend's seizing body. Worf is comming Dr. Crusher, his eyes look anywhere but Data.

Geordi reaches down and rolls Data onto his back. His eyes spasm unfocused as his body continues to twitch. The buzzing hum coming from Data's slightly parted lips becomes more audible.

Geordi's quickly scans his friend and immediately notices the problem. There is damage to Data's bioplast in multiple areas, but mainly his throat which is ripped out. There is further damage across his temple with sparks flying from it. And finally in Data's steel clutch there are several wires and chunks of his bioplast.

"Data...what have you done?" Geordi looks down at him. His pale skin glistens with sweat and yellow blood that pours from him. "G-Geor-i" he spurtters out garbled by his blood. Geordi's eyes widen in surprise.

"Data! Stay with me buddy! You're gonna be okay. I gotcha...its okay." Geordi mummurs out while trying to stop the bleeding. He presses his trembling hands up against Data's throat. The room is so silent yet so loud. Deanna's soft cries with Will doing his best to soothe her. Worf's foot fall as he paces restlessly. And the hum from Data which is steadily growing more faint and quiet by the minute. Until finally the sound of loud voices and running can be heard from the hall.

"I'm here move out of the way!" Dr. Crusher commands as she rushes through the door. A couple other nurses rush in behind her silently awaiting her orders. Dr. Crusher comes to a stop and crouches beside Geordi and Data. With trained eyes she assesses the damage and has to hold back a gasp at the sight. It's worse than she was expecting. How could she expect this? Data soaked in his golden blood, eyes unfocused as if he was already dead. Lifeless. She shudders at the thought. She pushes her own feelings down with a deep breath and lets the doctor within her take over.

Beverly orders her nurses to prepare the gurney and to gently load him onto it. She turns back to Geordi. "Are you coming? We will need your help. You know his body best." She asks Geordi urgently.

"Y-Yes. I will. We should get him to engineering. Quickly." He stutters out to her trying to stay strong for Data. She nods and they all sprint to engineering.

***

"How are you buddy?" Geordi asks.

"I-I am bbrok...n." Data garbles out.

"I can tell." He chuckles mirthlessly. "I'm going to shut you off to prevent any further damage to your circuits is that okay?" He asks wanting Data's consent. He hates having to shut Data off as is. Much less without explicit consent. Feels wrong like killing his friend. Even though he knows he'll spring back to life the second he switches him back on.

Data tries to respond but chokes on blood and sputters. He instead responds with a small twitch of a nod with honeyed tear streaming down his face. Geordi tears up at the sight and reluctantly shuts him off watching his body go limp. Geordi flinches at the sight and calls the Dr. It's time.

***

"Worf how are you holding up?" Will asks worriedly. Worf has been silent doing nothing but stiffly standing by the door for over an hour now. And while Will may not be able to help Data, he can and will help Worf.

"Fine." Worf growls out in response.

Will approaches him slowly. "Worf, its okay to n-

"I said I'm fine!" Worf shouts punching the wall beside him. Will flinches in his spot not moving any closer.

"I- I am sorry...It's just..." He stammers struggling to find the right words. Will nods encouragingly and waits for Worf to continue.

"It was shocking to see Data like that. So hurt and fragile...I forgot he is capable of being hurt... Of dying" Worf lets out a shaky sigh. "But more so I'm angry! I'm angry that this could happen! That he would do this! That...That I didn't stop him."

"Worf none of us knew this would happen. Its not your fault."

"He came to me! For advice... for help! He needed me and I couldn't help him. When has he ever failed me? Never, he has always been there for me. And this is how I repay him? Leaving him for death..." Worf vents his anger his pain. Raging and raving to Will. When hes done he's left out of breath, sitting against the wall with Will beside him.

"Feel better?" Will asks with a weak smile.

"Yes...thank you"

***

"How is he doing?" The Captain asks Geordi.

Geordi sighs pinching the bridge of his nose. "He is is fully repaired and is rebooting now. But I won't be able to tell if there is any permanent damage to his neural net until he wakes up."

"What happened to him Geordi?"

Geordi stands silently then sighs. "He...It looks like he did it to himself. But why?" Geordi sighs defeated and begins pacing.

"Why would he do that? Why hurt himself? Was it a suicide attempt? I don't think he would try to kill himself. He's never even mentioned having suicidal thoughts! At least not since he was first activated. When he was dealing with neural pathway developments. But not now. It doesn't make sense," Geordi rambles hands shaking.

The Captain walks over and puts a hand on Geordi's shoulder. "Look I understand you're upset. I'm worried too. But there is nothing we can do about it right now. So let's focus on getting him back to full functionality and stable. Then we can discuss with him and try to get some answers."

"Okay yah. Yah... you're right." Geordi shakily nods.

"And to be safe we'll have Counselor Troi run an evaluation him. The Captain pulls him into a tight hug. "It's going to be okay Geordi."

"II know its just...I thought we lost him! Thatthat I lost him..." Geordi mummers in Picard embrace. Even though he tried to hold it in some tears fall. It's just too much for him to bear. Spending hours piecing together his friend's broken bloody body like some sick jigsaw puzzle. It took a huge toll on him.

"He's still alive thanks to you and Dr. Crusher's hard work. All thats left is figuring out the root of the problem and helping Data out." Picard rubs Geordi's back soothingly.

***

"Why did you do it?" Geordi asks in a trembling voice. "Why?"

Data looks around at the faces of his friends. He feels a sense of embarrassment and guilt. "I-I am not sure. It was like I was not in control of my body. I was just trying to get it out."

"Get what out Data?" Deanna asks gently. She moves to soothe Data.

"I do not know." He goes silent. He drowns in shame. He does not want them to think he is crazy. Seeing this Will quickly stops Data's spiraling thoughts.

"It's okay. We're going to figure it out Data don't worry." Will pats Data's shoulder. Deanna nods in agreement and grabs ahold of Data's hand shooting him a supportive smile.

"Geordi, have you looked into the circuitry that Data pulled? Maybe that has something to with it." Dr. Crusher asks.

"I did but there was nothing wrong with any of it... other than the damage from being pulled." Geordi trails off.

"Have you tried using a different setting on your scanner?" Worf speaks up. Everyone turns to look at him. Worf flushes at all the attention. "What?"

"Thats a great idea...why haven't I thought of that? Maybe there is something but it is not being picked up!" Geordi exclaims and starts adjusting his scanner. He scans and adjusts until finally he picks something up.

Geordi gasps and drops his scanner. "Oh my god..." He covers his mouth with his hand.

"What is it? What have you found Geordi?" The captain urges. The room is tense as everyone waits for Geordi to explain what is wrong with their Data.

"There is some type of parasite attached to his circuitry...and this whole time...I never noticed." Geordi mumbles nearly in tears again.

"We have to remove it, destroy it!" Worf growls out breaking the silence.

"Hold on hold on!" Riker says holding up his hand. "What exactly is it and where did it come from? Have we ever seen anything like this before?"

"No, not that I can think of," Geordi replies.

"This is not good news." The captain sighs. "All right, I want you to take Data to sickbay and see if you and Dr. Crusher can find a way to remove whatever it is that's attached to him."

"Yes sir." Geordi and Dr. Crusher leave with Data in tow.

Riker turns to the captain, "Do you think this might be related to our arrival in the Lohrn Cluster?"

" It does seem too coincidental that all this begins happening to Data at the same time we arrive here." Worf adds.

"Actually, you two might be right! I just remembered that Data mentioned he first started having issues shortly after we arrived." Deanna exclaims.

"Maybe we have an answer then," Riker replies.

Picard nods. "Well, let's hope so."

***

The next two days were busy ones for everyone. Dr. Crusher and La Forge working hard to find a way to remove the parasite from Data. And the rest of the crew is busy checking all of the systems on the Enterprise to make sure they were not infected. So far they have spotted only spotted a group of parasites attached to one of the navigational systems.

Weasley is also busy trying to figure out exactly where the parasites came from. And he's running experiments to see what affects them. And when he finally finds something he reports it back to Picard.

"Captain, I may have a lead for you."

"Excellent, tell me about it. Anything at this point would help us figure out how to get rid of these things." Picard says happy to have any answers.

"It seems that the parasites are attracted to specific frequencies. They will not attach to any of the lower frequency settings." He holds up a screen that shows two different settings on a transporter system.

"If we could somehow change the setting, they might not attach to it." Wesley says hopefully.

"This is a great lead thank you Wesley. Please share your findings with Mr. La Forge immediately." The captain orders.

"Yes sir!" Wesley runs off to med bay to speak with his mother and Geordi.

***

"That's genius Wesley! And I believe we already have proof to support your theory! I was able to find damage from other parasites that were present in Data's system. But when I found them they were already dead. The humming that Data was making when we first found him might have been what killed them!" Geordi says excited to finally have some solutions. He is ready to finally solve this problem once and for all.

"Happy to help." Wesley says bashfully then he turns to Data, "Data would you be able to do the humming again?" Wesley asks.

"I can try but I do not remember humming." Data says quietly. He is extremely worn down and drained. The parasite is physically and mentally exhausting him.

"That's alright just try. It was a deeper buzz like hum." Geordi describes. "I will be scanning the parasite I will let you know when there is a change. Alright?"

Data nods and starts to produce a hum noise progressively getting lower until. "Data there perfect! It is reacting."

Data continues the hum and the parasite struggles against the frequency until it dies. "Its dead Data! Good job." Geordi exclaims relieved.

"I am glad." Data sighs tired but happy it's finally over. "Thank you all. I am sorry for all the trouble."

"Of course Data! And you're no trouble! It's my fault! I should have taken you more seriously. I'm so sorry..." Geordi apologizes disappointed in himself. He should have believed his friend from the start, he shouldn't have brushed him off. This could have gone much worse. He would never have forgiven himself if Data had permanent damage or worse...died because of his negligence. Hech he can't forgive himself for anything right now as is.

"Geordi it is not your fault." Data gently brushes Geordi's cheek with his finger tips. "You could not have known. Besides everything is all right now."

Geordi laughes, "I'm supposed to be comforting you right now not the other way around." Data's lip twitches into a slight soft smile.

"It's good to have you back Data." Dr. Crusher pats Data on the back interrupting their moment.

"I missed you Data!" Wesley exclaims jumping between them and pulling Data and Geordi into a big hug. Beverly laughs watching them. She can't wait to tell the others that Data is well again. After all its good to have the family back together again.

[the-time-lord-oracle]

My latest story: Chelsea Willows: Assimilation2, crossover with Star Trek: The Next Generation. Now posted to FFN and AO3.

[mslaevateinn]

Here is a double drabble for the first day of Promptober! Finally reconnecting with one of my first fandoms, and my first real OTP!

Written for: "Hand holding" for the sfw list of @kinktober2023 "I've got you" for @flufftober "How many fingers am I holding up?" for @whumptober "Shore leave" for @trektober-challenge

Title: Just in case Pairing: (pre) Troi/Riker No warnings Word count: 200

Can be found on AO3!

“Riker to Enterprise.” “Picard here.”

“The planet seems calm but maybe a bit colder than we imagined.” “Good. Keep us updated. Picard Out.”

Riker acknowledged then zipped his parka as high as possible. “Let’s see if this planet is suitable for a few days of shore leave.” Not that everyone would be thrilled about the cold temperatures like Riker -even if just as a reminder from his childhood. Worf certainly wouldn’t.

With that, Riker, Troi and Data started to walk away, only for Troi to walk on a patch of ice and fall down next to rocks.

“Deanna!” Riker exclaimed as he arrived and crouched next to Troi. “Are you alright?” “Yes, I just slipped. There is no reason to panic.” “You are holding your head.” Troi looked surprised but shrugged it off.” Yes, I hit my head. But softly.” “How many fingers am I holding?” “Don’t be ridiculous.” “How many?” “Three.” “Alright,” Riker said, before hauling her up. “Just in case,” he continued, holding out his hand. “Just in case,” she replied, taking it.

They hadn’t walked a meter that Troi almost slipped again. This time, though, Riker helped her stay steady. “I’ve got you,” he said. Always, Imzadi.

[polyamships]

by caro_10

Secret Santa gift for section-69, hope you enjoy <3

After a simple mission goes awry, Worf is stranded on a planet that is not kind to Klingon physiology. Deanna and Will transport him back to the shuttle in time to save him, but not before he gets so cold that they have to warm him up with some body heat. Revelations, awkward silences, and some serious knocking together of heads ensues.

Words: 2824, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Trek: The Next Generation

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Characters: Worf (Star Trek:TNG/DS9), William Riker, Deanna Troi

Relationships: Deanna Troi/Worf, William Riker/Worf, William Riker/Deanna Troi, William Riker/Deanna Troi/Worf

Additional Tags: idiots to lovers, Mutual Pining, Deanna sees and knows all, Cuddling & Snuggling, Hypothermia, Comfort No Hurt, well barely any hurt, not as angsty as the first paragraph suggests

[fardell24b]

25th November 2022 Writings

25th

Excerpt from: Horrors of the Delta Quadrant

It was working perfectly. But the illogical feeling was still there. He looked at his PADD and saw that there were a lot more malfunctions to investigate. He located the closest.

  Janeway looked at the latest report from Engineering. The situation was getting worse. So far, Kim’s scans hadn’t detected anything definite and Kes hadn’t had any more premonitions.

 Words: 59

  Excerpt from: Rollercoasters and the Start of Summer

“Ladies and gents to the greatest Coaster Ever.”

 “Wow!” Stacy said as she looked up at it and saw a bird crash into it and fall down.

 Phineas looked around. “Hey, Where’s Perry?”

  Agent P, otherwise known as Perry, entered the lair provided to him by the Organisation Without a Cool Acronym.

 “Good Morning, Agent P,” Major Francis Monogram said. “Doofenshmirtz has covered much of the eastern seaboard in steel foil. Get going and find out what his plan is and put a stop to it.”

 Agent P nodded.

 Words: 89

  Excerpt from: Strategies

“Where’s Worf?” he asked.

 “He’s checking out the engine room,” Crusher reported.

 Worf returned. “Antimatter containment is stable, but we’re dead in the water,” Worf reported.

 They then heard a sonic boom. “The Romulans are still looking for us,” Data said.

 “Of course, they are,” Riker commented.

 “And the subspace transponder is also offline,” Worf reported. “The only advantage we have is that we’re mostly covered in snow, which will make detecting our life signs and the ship difficult,” said.

 “On the other hand, the temperature control functions of the life support system are offline,” Crusher reported..

 “Then we’re going to have to start repairs,” Riker said.

 “But first, we’ll have to tend to our injuries,” Crusher said.

 “Of course,” Riker said, he noticed the gash in his forehead. “Start with me

 Crusher finished regenerating Riker’s forehead skin. “Done.”

 “Thanks. Now. The Romulans are definitely searching for us. We need to stop them finding the Calypso,” Riker said.

 “So, you’re going out by yourself?” Worf asked.

 “No, you’re coming out with me, while Crusher and Troi try to fix the ship,” Riker responded.

 “Understood,” Worf said.

 Riker turned to Crusher and Troi. “Maintain radio silence.”

 “Got it,” Troi said.

 Worf and Riker gathered some supplies and left.

  “We need to mark our path somehow.”

 Words: 214

  Excerpt from: Brittany

“You can go bother that weak-hearted sap of a Language Arts Teacher.”

  Brittany thought about what DeMartino said as they moved on. That Ms. Li was lining her own pockets wasn’t surprising. But why were his funds meagre?

  Brittany, Daria, Andrea and Donna were far from the only students doing fundraising for the Coffee House. They saw another group of students in the distance as they left DeMartino’s neighborhood.

 Words: 69

  Excerpt from: Galactic Crises

Junior opened it. “Um, Uncle Keith…”

 “Let me guess, weapons?”

 “Not only that…” Junior began.

 Brocklethwaite looked. “Poisons… Various knives… Not exactly something borrowed and something blue.”

 “What?” Elseran said incredulously. ���It’s not nice to go through someone else’s personal effects.”

 “A neutron bomb…” Brocklethwaite commented. “One large enough to sterilise a city as a large as the R’sadoak capital.”

 Words: 60

 Total: 491

[ao3feed-imzadi]

Its Different Now Isnt It?

It’s Different Now, Isn’t It? https://ift.tt/xfSe3Ro by Mriana Chakotay, Rhianna, Will, and Deanna are on Earth for a two-day Peace Conference. While Rhianna and Chakotay stay with Kathryn, Chakotay asks Kathryn to move to Betazed. Rhianna and Kathryn begin to argue concerning Chakotay or rather their relationship to him, as well as Kathryn not wanting to be "second fiddle" and it becomes a "family war" at a Peace Conference. Will they resolve the issues or is this it for the love triangle and Kathryn be forsaken from the Fifth House of Betazed as fast as she's inducted? I have two more stories for this series, with the last story being Explicit or NC-17, which I hope to post soon. Words: 10373, Chapters: 4/4, Language: English Series: Part 2 of Reconciliation, Compromise, Acceptance, and Rules Fandoms: Star Trek: Voyager, Star Trek: The Next Generation Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Chakotay (Star Trek), Kathryn Janeway, Original Female Character(s), Original Characters, Deanna Troi, William Riker Relationships: Chakotay/Kathryn Janeway, Chakotay (Star Trek)/Original Female Character(s), William Riker/Deanna Troi Additional Tags: Sign Language, Derogatory Language, Mild Language, Arguing, Apologies, Acceptance, Love Triangles via AO3 works tagged 'William Riker/Deanna Troi' https://ift.tt/uj9nU2y August 06, 2024 at 12:17AM

[agent-troi]

Fic stats game

Thanks for the tag @doctorbeverlycrusher !

rules: give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and finally the fic with the least words

I did this once before, but some of my answers will definitely have changed since then so let's see what we've got!

most hits: Platonic Procreation

Originally a one shot that became a multi chapter fic by popular demand (and somehow became my most popular fic to date- this one also has the most kudos, second most comments, second most bookmarks, and the most subscriptions!), this is an AU where the IVF worked but Mulder and Scully still insist they're just friends (because of course they would lmao)

second most kudos: Eden

I wrote chapter four of this collaborative fic that I worked on with @katy-kt-katie, @tofuttim, @incidental-ao3, and @baronessblixen! This one takes place post-One Son, and Mulder and Scully talk about... well, everything 🙃

third most comments: Eden again- so I'm gonna link number four, which is The Only Answer, a Scully-Diana bodyswap fic I wrote in an attempt to flesh out Diana's character and give her more of a backstory

fourth most bookmarks: The Amazing Muldeeni

Another collab fic! This one I wrote with @incidental-ao3, @katy-kt-katie, and @tofuttim ☺️ My contribution was chapter two (which I just noticed is the only one without a title lmao 😅). Mulder has a surprise for Scully post-The Amazing Maleeni ❤️

fifth most words: Life Lessons

Wow, it's been a long time since I thought about this one😅 This was my longest fic for years, and it's still my longest Star Trek fic. It follows Riker and Troi's daughter Tasha from the novels through a few key moments in her young adulthood, and it was gonna be the jumping off point for a series of stories featuring her Starfleet adventures before I ran out of steam (and then I discovered TXF, so when I picked up steam again it was in a different direction lmao). I'm still pretty proud of this one, especially since they killed the novel-verse and we'll never see her again except in fic (technically my fic, since I think I'm the only person who's ever actually written about her lol)

least words: First Date, New Life, and Fresh Air

Three Riker/Troi drabbles- their first date after getting back together, the moment they find out they're going to be parents, and their reunion on the Ba'ku planet at the end of Insurrection 🥰

Tagging anyone who sees this and wants to do it 😊

[ao3feed-imzadi]

Silence

Silence https://ift.tt/tTCMOBq by WhimsicalWays How did their conversation go after they left Thomas' quarters? Words: 1915, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Star Trek: The Next Generation Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: William Riker, Deanna Troi Relationships: William Riker/Deanna Troi Additional Tags: Imzadi (Star Trek), Episode: s06e24 Second Chances (Star Trek: The Next Generation) via AO3 works tagged 'William Riker/Deanna Troi' https://ift.tt/Vwf5Y8N March 12, 2024 at 06:37AM