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You Can't Fight a Tidal Wave	By : madradena Category: Star Trek > The Next Generation Views: 1693 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own ST:TNG nor Dreamland, nor the characters from either. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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After entering the restaurant "El Parador", He finds himself in a room set in a Spanish style - there is even a group of Mariachi at the far end of the place. He takes this all in only at the periphery of his mind. He has only one thought: to find the girl! The Host comes up to him and He gives him a short glance and goes on scanning the room.
"May I help you, Senor?" the Host greets him.
"Yeah, I'm looking for a young woman, she just came in..." He starts but finally notices her at a table - sitting alone! "Oh, there she is!" he smiles.
"Would you like me to show you to her table?" the Host asks him helpfully.
He shakes his head still staring at the girl "No, no... Eh, better make it the one across the room."
"This way, Sir."
In a short time, the Host brings Him his food: "Enjoy your meal, Senor, AND the view."
"Thank you, I will." He chuckles a bit embarrassed.
In a moment, the band of Mariachi approach him: "Would you care for a song, Senor?" asks the leader.
"Of course." he replies vigorously "But not for me! For the Senorita over there." He points to Her.
"Ah, muy bonita, she is very beautiful!" the Mariachi laugh and start to play the song. He starts singing first softly then more loud.
"Some enchanted evening you may see a stranger
You may see a stranger across a crowded room
And somehow you know, you know even then
That somewhere you'll see her again and again"
After singing a few lines, the whole restaurant joins him, and it seems that all the couples at the tables really enjoy the romantic atmosphere the song has created.
Only one person seems to be fidgeting with more and more embarrassment: the girl across the room.
"Some enchanted evening, when you find your true love
When you feel her call you across a crowded room
Then fly to her side and make her your own
Or all through your life you may dream all alone"
They finish finally and everybody applauds happily, while the Host steps over to Him:
"Excuse me, Sir." he starts rather uncomfortable as He looks at the man expectantly "But the lady says to tell you, ...that you're creeping her out."
"Wha?" He gaps in disbelief and glancing over to her, He notices that She is almost ready to leave.
"She asks that you... stop staring at her." the Host finishes, while another waiter steps over to the girl.
"Would you bring me the cheque right now, please?" She asks with a lot of emphasis on 'right now'.
In a moment, She is out of the restaurant. Outside, it is raining and dark. "Taxi, taxi!" she shouts as a cab passes her, but it just rides on "Shoot." she whispers - this has really been one of the worst nights She has ever...
"Excuse me." She hears and turns to the stranger with a suspicious frown. He smiles at her apologetically "I didn't mean to scare ya."
She now turns fully to face Him and pours all her frustration out on him: "Look! I'm wet. I can't get a cab! I've been stood up! A lunatic is singing to me from across the crowded room! And I just wanna go home!"
He chuckles a little embarrassed "I know that this might sound kinda crazy, but... How about a lunatic give you a lift?" He tries.
She shakes her head in firm denial "I don't think so."
"Okay..." He bows his head resigned then "Good night!"
"Good night!" she replies curtly and turns back to the road. Just as He is about to disappear at the corner, there is a loud thunder, and the rain starts to fall heavily. She steps after him helplessly "Hey! What kind of car do you drive?" She asks embarrassed.
He smiles stepping up to her again: "Oh, I don't have a car! I have a train!"
And just as He finishes his sentence, a train arrives and the locoman pokes his head out: "Where to ma'am?"
She smiles the first smile since they had been talking "Do you guys know the way to Dreamland?" she asks cheerfully.
"Sure! Will get you there in a jiffy!" the locoman replies, and they hop on.
"Dreamland..." He muses "I never realized anyone really lived there!"
She smiles up at him: "Well, you should pay more attention!"
As the settings change, and they walk on a road next to a fence running by the tracks of the train. The weather changes too! No rain, no clouds, the moon is shining brightly over them. He slowly starts to sing:
"Have you ever watched a moonbeam as it slid across your windowpane
Or struggled with a bit of rain or danced about the weathervane
Or sat along a moving train and wondered where the train has been?"
She joins in as she walks a little bit ahead:
"Or on a fence with bits of trash around its bottom
Blown there by a wind beam who searches for the moonbeam
Who was last seen Looking at the tracks of the careless wind beam"
"Or moving to the tracks of the tireless freight train" he goes on and catches up with her taking her hand gently in his. Then takes Her into His arms and they start to dance a very slow intimate dance together as they sing:
"And lighting up the sides of the weathervane
And the bits of rain and the windowpane
And the eyes of those who think they saw what happened"
"Sonya, please try to smile at least a little? You look as if you have tasted lemon." Beverly asked as the girl was holding on to Data in the classical dancing position. They tried to dance next to the tracks of the train and look very much in love - and failed in all ways possible. Sonya suddenly chuckled embarrassed and looked up at Data who just gazed at her with a completely blank expression on his face.
"Yeah, like Mr. Deadpan was any better..." Emma muttered to Reg. They were sitting in the middle of the seats taking a break, waiting for their turn.
Reg gave her an uncomfortable smile. Well, at least we moved from embarrassed to uncomfortable, Emma thought. "I really don't get this. He seems to be such a wonderful talent in dancing, he learns the steps only by looking at how Bev does them, and his voice is good still... He gives the impression as if a statue would be singing and dancing. How can a guy be so wound up?" she mused silently, really talking to herself rather than Reg, then glancing over to him, she muttered "I'm asking the wrong person... Forget it."
"Ma-maybe, if he... he had a different dance partner... Ma-maybe a more experienced one..." Reg managed to get out with some difficulty, and Emma looked at him with a suspicious squint.
"Wait a minute there, will you?" she leaned closer to him - so close that he practically melted into his seat to take his face out of her way. "Are you saying you are dumping me?"
"I said nothing of the... dumping would mean that we have a... eh..." he gave a sound that was meant to be a chuckle and turned into a helpless moan.
And Emma couldn't resist. She just needed to tease him out of his wits: "Oh yes, you are dumping me! Am I not good enough for you, Mister?" she asked him on a high pitched whisper "You want someone else, don't you? You already have had someone else, haven't you? Admit it! Now who is that bitch? I rip her hair out!"
"I-I..." Reg was just shaking his head while sweat was running down his temple and face. His pupils were dilated, and Emma again had the impression as if he was some animal ready to be slaughtered.
Then finally, she had mercy on him: "Reg. Please. Stop it!" she said on a neutral voice and sat back in her seat to look over at the stage "This is just a job to do. Tell Sonya she doesn't have to be jealous of me. I have no hots for you." she turned back to him "If it looks that way, it means we do our job well, and she should be proud that you are quite a decent actor, you know." she smiled finally encouragingly.
Reg had no idea how to cope with the emotional roller-coaster she had put him through in just one and a half minute. One moment, she seems like a jealous house-wife, the next she is praising his talents. And what she had said about Sonya...: "I-I... You are wrong!" he muttered finally.
"Am I?" Emma asked still smiling.
"Yes. Lieutenant Gomez and I are... are just good friends. It would be very ...very unbecoming to think that she is jealous. It's unthinkable..." he breathed finally.
"Is it, Reg?" she asked, and he looked back at her shocked. She went on: "Look, I have no right to interfere with how you lead your life, and I don't know you two very well either. But one thing I can tell because it shows in the dark: Sonya Gomez has the hots for you. She has practically used all means available to a woman who is too shy to take the lead to make you understand that. Maybe next time, she should put out a bulletin or use a baseball bat on your head or something to make her point more clear, or I don't know." she shrugged frustrated.
"A-aa.... Really?" he gaped and she chuckled shaking her head now really amused then pointed to the stage "Look at her! She can't pay attention. She keeps looking our way, because we have been chatting silently leaning close to each other. Yesterday, I arrived a bit earlier, and I saw her and Data do this part for the first time. She was a lot better, because you were not here yet! It's one thing that she is jealous, the other thing is that she doesn't want you to get the wrong impression."
Reg was gaping at the couple on stage for long minutes without even blinking. Emma let him take in all the information he was suddenly exposed to. Then gazed at the couple again:
"Switching places would not solve the problem, Reg. You discussing the situation with her would. And as your behaviour is really capable of ruining this show that Bev is so enthusiastic about, I will have to warn you. If you make Beverly's play flop with your fooling around each other like mindless teens, I will personally rip your balls off and serve them on a plate for Sonya!" she looked at him with a dead serious expression "This is as good a time as any to learn how to act like an adult." she finished and stood up.
"Bev! Bev! Sorry to interrupt! Can we switch places? Maybe it would do good for Sonya and Data too to get a break." she said as she climbed through the seats.
A/N: Dialogs in Italics are from Dreamland
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