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Deanna Troi ([personal profile] ships_counselor) wrote in [community profile] ten_fwd2016-03-26 03:58 pm

The Greatest Man I Never Knew { Father's Day

The greatest man I never knew, lived just down the hall
And everyday we said hello, but never touched at all
He was in his paper, I was in my room

How was I to know he thought I hung the moon

Part, The First

The day had been long, but neither extremely good or bad, hard or easy. A day, like any other day, slotted away. Her files checked and double checked, both her own and those of her whole counseling team. Her log for the day made and saved. She hadn't yet found her sleep clothes, but she'd sat down, brush in hand, as she turned the comm on and told the computer to call Beverly.

A conversation with Beverly before bed, one that didn't have to be work or checking in, and could be all at once for both of them, too, and whatever else it needed or wanted to be would be nice. A perfect foot note to end it all, and send her to sleep.

Deanna yawned, and started brushing the bottom of her curls, as the comm connected, and a voice said, "There's my Durango."

[ locked to Deanna & Ian Troi ]

Part, The Middle

After the call ended, Deanna sat for there staring at the off screen. First, convincing herself any of it had been real, and then, after that, after trying to stack it up next to everything else bizarre, but still real, that had happened since Q commandeered The Enterprise, tried to commit everything to memory, like it was sand slipping through her fingers already.

His voice. His smile. The way he moved.

She didn't know how long she sat there, or how many times she reached up to wipe a tear from her cheek, or when exactly she'd finally pushed up and left her quarters. Needing to talk to Beverly. Or Will. Whichever she happened to get to first. Someone else. Someone other than her own head.

[ ** Open to All As She Walks ]

Part, The Last

Deanna stopped at Beverly's door, still dazed, still in her work clothes. Her fingers pressed the chime, and she said, as though hearing her voice from so far away, "It's Deanna."

[ locked to BFF Beverly ]
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[personal profile] npcs_everywhere 2016-03-26 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hello, little one." Ian Troi smiled from the comm image, proud and gentle and all good things a father should be. He never expected to get an opportunity like this after so long, but he was grateful.
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[personal profile] npcs_everywhere 2016-03-26 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes, it's me. It's all right, Deanna." The man on the screen seemed to be who he claimed to be. Just as she remembered. Concerned at her reaction, but not totally surprised. It would be a shock to anyone to see a deceased love one suddenly appear on screen. "I don't understand it either, but it's me."
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[personal profile] npcs_everywhere 2016-03-26 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"I know. I promised to read you Cowboy Ralph when I got back. I am so sorry, Deanna." He sighed, wishing he could have been there to hold her, to feel, if just for a moment.
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[personal profile] npcs_everywhere 2016-03-27 02:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't know, but it's our chance, Deanna, to say things we never got to say." Ian looked like he was barely holding back tears as well. He remembered everything. The last time he had seen Deanna and Lwaxana, their smiling faces. His last breath, thinking of them. "Like how proud of you I am."
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[personal profile] npcs_everywhere 2016-03-27 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"You've become such a fine young woman, Deanna." He smiled again, soft and sad, but happy. "I remember when you were so tiny. Do you remember all the songs I used to sing to you?"
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[personal profile] npcs_everywhere 2016-03-28 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
Ian was grinning, heart bursting at hearing his daughter say that. It's all a father could ask for. "Then I'm always with you, Deanna, just remember. Down in the valley, valley so low..." He started singing, just as he had done to sing her to sleep.
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[personal profile] ethnobotany 2016-03-27 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
It's the sound of Deanna's voice -- so distant and dazed, as though calling to her from across the ship itself after a disorienting time getting lost among the Jeffries Tubes -- that brings Beverly straight to the door. Rather than let the computer get her door or force Deanna to wait until Beverly was finished pruning her plants in her nightly ritual, the doctor sets aside her shears, moving quickly into the main room of her quarters. Pulling her night robe tightly across her body, she calls, "Come in," just as she reaches the door, so that she stands in the doorway as the doors hiss open. At once, she can see the difference in her friend, the dazed look to her face and eyes, the way she doesn't quite look like she's entirely there.

Beverly doesn't waste any more time. She gently reaches to guide Deanna inside and only once the doors hiss shut again does she speak. "What happened, Deanna?"