RikerYou Oneshots

Little Fears

Some of your favorite days were the ones spent at your best friend Riker’s house.  Not necessarily doing anything special just chillin’, maybe watching a movie or playing a game.  In the summers the two of you spent a lot of the time in his families’ pool.

Today was one of those days.  The two of you were sitting on his couch talking up a storm with the T.V. on as background noise.

You talk about school and how your science teacher has no sense of organization.  Not trying to hate, but anyone would tell you it’s true.  Then you talk about the problems in the school system and how they didn’t treat their student’s right.  Somehow the conversation shifts to your plans to go to the lake next weekend.  Riker, you and a group of four other friends were going to go camping out there to celebrate surviving midterms.

He takes control of the conversation with a story about him and his brothers.  As he rambles your mind wonders to how cute he looks when he talks and how adorably funny it is every time he flips his hair out of his eyes.  He desperately needed a haircut. 

In the last month you have realized and accepted the fact that you are in love with your best friend.  Of course you haven’t told him or have hinted at anything.  Scared that it might damage the friendship you’ve built up for years if he doesn’t feel the same.

When he’s done with his story he begins to laugh like it’s the funniest thing in the world.  Playing along you laugh too even though you weren't paying attention and have no idea what’s going on. 

Thirsty you get up to get a drink.  Knowing the house well because of the countless times you’ve been there.

“Do you want anything?”  You ask walking towards the small kitchenette in the corner.

“Sure, there’s lemonade in the fridge.”  He waves his hand in it’s direction.

“Yay, my favorite.”

“I know, I got it specially for you.” 

You smile at him loving the way he knows you so well.

Reaching into the fridge you pull out the picture of ice-cold lemonade.  You pour two glasses full.  Feeling your stomach growl you reach for the cupboard in hopes that Riker has some chips lying around. 

Still holding a glass of lemonade in on hand you open the cupboard with your free hand.  All of a sudden three furry moths fly out and swarm around you.

“Ah! You scream hating moths with a passion.  The glass slips from your hand and crashes to the floor shattering on contact.

Riker quickly turns around with a shocked and concerned expression on his face. 

“Are you okay?  What’s wrong?”

You flail your arms in the air and carefully run to the other side of the room trying not to slip on the spilled lemonade that has now spread across the tile.

Riker jumps up with a magazine that’s rolled into a tube.  He swings at the filthy creatures knocking one out of the air.  Hiding behind the couch you watch as your hero saves the day.

By now all three moths lie dead on the ground.  There is a confident and proud look on Riker’s face.  His expression changes to one of extreme concern.  You tilt your head and look at him questionably.  All of a sudden pain shoots up your left leg.  Both pairs of eyes see and follow the small trail of blood starting at the spill leading over to you ending at your left foot.  A shard from the broken glass has found a home in the side of your foot creating a small gash.

You start to panic as you become more aware of the pain throbbing in your foot.  Riker is already by your side examining the wound.  Surprised at how he is acting you ask trying to breath at a normal pace, “Why are you so calm?  You usually freak out at the sight of blood?”

“You are hurt and need help.  That is more important than my little fears.”

As though he was a master at first aid he gently removes all the glass from your foot immediately throwing it in the trash so it can’t cause anymore harm.  Using a wet rag he daubs the cut cleaning most of the blood off.  Then using a new rag he applies pressure to stop the bleeding.  When the majority of the bleeding has stopped he applies an ointment that is suppose to help prevent infection.  You bite down on your lips hard with a high-pitched wince.  The cold cream stings beyond belief.  He grabs your hand quickly.

“It’s okay, I’m almost done.  Trust me it will make you feel better.  Shh, I got you.”  He reassures you soothingly.

After calming you down some he wraps your foot in a bandage.  Kisses it to let you know everything will be okay. 

He wraps his arms around you in comfort.  Unnoticed by him a tear escapes your eye and slides down your cheek.

You know that whatever yours and his relationship is or becomes that he will take care and protect you no matter what.