Otter's Rock

This is a quick treat I tossed off close to the deadline. I've always been intrigued by the idea of Worf and Deanna together, and I enjoyed puzzling through "how they might have gotten together."

Title: Sweet Beginnings
Fandom: Star Trek: the Next Generation
Pairing: Deanna Troi/Worf
Rating: gen
Length: 1630 words
Written for: Spacecadet72 for Rare Pairs 2021
Summary: Worf has noticed Deanna in a whole new way. Deanna has noticed him noticing.

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Even when he was conflicted and unsure, Worf was decisive and forthright; that was one of the things Deanna liked about him. It could occasionally get him into trouble, but Deanna had enough patients come to her who needed to be coaxed into admitting their feelings and thoughts, and then into taking appropriate actions to deal with their problems, that it was good to have friends who were more straightforward.

Which was why, when his attention started turning to her when they were both on the bridge during quiet shifts, she noticed. There was a bit more attraction in it than she was used to, from him, and also a bit of hesitance that was deeply uncharacteristic. It kept drawing her attention to him, but Deanna was a professional, and used to managing her response to others' feelings. Especially their feelings about her.

( Still. It did make her wonder. )

Hope of Thee (the Zombie Remix)
Author: beatrice_otter 
Fandom: Star Trek: The Next Generation
Words: 1877
Remix of: Watching Stars by cosmic_llin 
Characters: Lwaxana, Deanna, and Kestra Troi.
AN: This fic is AU for the season 7 episode "Dark Page," in which Counselor Troi finds out she had an older sister named Kestra who died when Deanna was a baby.
Summary: Don’t worry, Mother. You’ll never be alone. I’ll make sure of that.

Hope of Thee (the Zombie Remix)

( Daddy's coming home tomorrow, Kestra said. )


On My First Son
Ben Jonson

Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy;
My sin was too much hope of thee, loved boy.
Seven years thou wert lent to me, and I thee pay,
Exacted by thy fate, on the just day.

Oh, could I lose all father now!  For why
Will man lament the state he should envy?
To have so soon ’scaped world’s and flesh’s rage,
And if no other misery, yet age!

Rest in soft peace, and asked, say, Here doth lie
Ben Jonson his best piece of poetry.
For whose sake henceforth all his vows be such
As what he loves may never like too much.