STAR TREK IMAGINES

Commander William T. Riker

A/n: Mentions of a panic attack, and PTSD please don't read if that is a trigger for you.

I thought today would just be a normal day like always but even waking up I overslept by almost 2 hours.
Rushing to the bridge I probably looked like a walking corpse sneaking to my post in the corner. I was pretty successful until Will walked to my station
"2 hours?" I was about to respond when my screens started malfunctioning
"No, No, No!" I accidentally shouted the last part as my screens short circuited. I tried everything until Geordi walked in front of me blocking me from my station
"What did you do to this thing y/n?" I tried to answer but Geordi started talking to the captain.
I crossed my arms waiting as Geordi worked on my station
"Sorry y/n, this repair is going to take almost 2 hours" I nodded and left quietly, going to ten forward to calm down.
I got a table and was sitting down, waiting for my drink when Will sat down next to me.
"Bad day?" Will asked rubbing my arm, since he was the only one I talked to about my anxiety's around failure. He knew what calms me down and what doesn't, When my drink was brought over I was excited to finish it and leave but before the waitress could get fully to the table she tripped over nothing sending my drink flying into my face and all over my yellow uniform. Will helped her up for only a second, abandoning her without hesitation when I stood up he walked my back to my quarters standing in front of me so that i couldn't see people staring at me.
The moment the door shut I ran to my closet pulling out more comfort clothes as I remembered what happened last year.

"Y/n, Life support failing!" Ensign Matthews shouted, 3 of us trapped in a crumbling shuttle, surrounded by romulans, and falling into a small moon. This away mission should have been easy but because I didn't speak up on the issues with this shuttle. We were all going to die, I was taken out of my pessimistic train of thought when the shuttle started to shake violently throwing us on the floor.
I reached out to Matthews and Anderson we held hands for a moment when we let go I felt myself being transported.
When I looked at the other two neither of them were being transported with me. I opened my mouth to speak when I landed on the transporter pad.. alone.

As my nightmare faded, another one began as my back hit the wall the voices in my head screaming at me that it was happening again, that I was failing more and more, that I was failing Will my only friend who truly knew me.
I didn't realise I was sobbing until I felt two arms pull me into a tight hug.
"You're okay, I'm right here, and I'm not going any where"
I focused on Will's voice as we sat together on the floor. He stayed true to his word and didn't move like all the times he had stayed with me before.
"I'll always be here" he whispered as I calmed down, I brushed my tears away as I asked
"Always?"
"Always"