William T. Riker (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} 1stofficer) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} marinanova, |
[ She's drunk. She's just drunk. Intoxicated. She doesn't know what she's saying.
But he feels sick. It's as though someone dropped a lump of glacier ice into his stomach and nailed his mouth shut. The reality of being trapped in this dome with a Borg was one thing when she was attractive and broken and Data's close personal...friend. Now it's full flashback speed ahead, complete with the nightmare possibility of finding himself battling a dome full of former prisoners turned Borg drones who don't share her desire for people to volunteer. As if that makes it any better.
He needs to come up with some appropriate words with which to handle this situation soon.
Why did he decide he could leave his wife alone with this woman again?! Easy, Riker. Deanna can look after herself. God, he hopes she can look after herself.
Please be careful, my beloved. ]
You're feeling lonely. [ He's going to hone in on her human side. ]