DISCLAIMER:Don't own but I wish I did

A/N:My first attempt at a Riker/Troi fic. R&R please!!

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Ah, today feels like it is going to be a good day, thought Deanna as she made her way to the transporter room. She was to meet her "niece" that day and she was very excited. When Deanna's best friend, Kana, had a child Kana insisted on Deanna being her godmother and Deanna was very happy to accept. Kana's daughter was christened Myra. Myra was to be spending the weekend on the Enterprise with Deanna because her mother would be going to an underwater experiment with her fellow scientists. Myra's father was a teacher at Starfleet Academy and was very busy. Myra and Deanna were both half-Betazoid and half-Human, which made the counselor only more attached to Myra. Deanna smiled at the thought of all the things they would be doing over the weekend for it had been such a long time since she had seen her niece.

The sliding doors whooshed open as Deanna entered the transporter room. "Good morning Mr. O'Brien."

"Good morning counselor."He replied just as a beep sounded on the console. "An incoming transport from Betazed." He announced. Deanna nodded.

"Energize."

After a shimmer of shining light accompanied by the glow and whir of the transporter, a girl appeared on the pad. She had tan skin unlike Deanna's alabaster. Her eyes were brown and almond shaped, her hair raven-black and shoulder length. She was 15 and about 1.5 meters tall with a fit body. She wore a deep red long sleeve shirt with a white skirt.

Myra turned her head and gave a gasp of delight. "Aunt Deanna!" she nearly screamed as Myra hugged her favorite aunt fiercely. Deanna laughed as she wrapped her arms around her niece.

"It's nice to see you to little one." She managed to get out through the giggles. Ever since she could remember, she had been calling Myra "little one" as long as her own mother had called her that. Myra pulled her head back to get a better look at Deanna.

"Nice?" she said sounding mockingly offended "I think it's great we're seeing each other again!" Deanna laughed again. The teen pulled back and looked at Chief O'Brien who was smiling at the obvious adoration the two had for each other. "Thank you for beaming me up sir!" Myra said smiling.

"Oh it's no problem." He said laughing himself.

Myra's smile became larger showing off her white teeth. "So Auntie, what do you have planned for me today?"The curious teen inquired. "You're taking me on a tour of the ship right?"

"Of course I will Myra but first let's drop off your things."The counselor said smiling at her.

"All right, all right." She murmured grabbing hold of her duffel bag as she smiled up at Deanna. "Thank you again!" She told O'Brien as they walked out of the transporter room.

"Is it fine if you stay in my room?" Deanna asked as they made their way to her quarters.

"It sounds great." Myra replied.

On their way to Deanna's room, Deanna began to pick up odd emotions coming from Myra. Joy mixed with hurt, indecisiveness and confusion. Deanna stopped and looked at her niece. Myra halted startled. "Myra are you okay?" The counselor asked concerned. Myra was a tad flustered at first but quickly regained her composure.

"I'm fine Auntie." She laughed and sure enough, the feelings she had detected earlier were no longer there. "Is this your room?" She asked pointing to a door.

"Yes this is it." Deanna said as the doors opened, though she was still slightly troubled by the emotions that had come from Myra earlier she decided it was best if they put it to the side…for now.

"So," Myra sighed as she set her bag down, "what are we going to do first?" She placed her hands on her hips and looked at her godmother who was sitting comfortably on her chair.

"You know what now that I think about it, I'm much too lazy to give you a tour of the ship." Deanna said faking a yawn.

Myra's hands dropped from her hips. "What?!" She cried. Deanna just nodded and yawned again.

"Oh you are not going to get a single bit of rest unless I get to see the ENTIRE Enterprise!" Myra announced marching towards Deanna. Deanna didn't move a single muscle, at least not until her niece started tickling her.

"Myra!" She laughed but Myra was relentless. "All right, all right I'll give you a tour of the ship!" She managed to say.

Myra stopped her torture. "That's what I thought." Deanna shook her head still laughing as they walked out the doors.

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As promised, Deanna took Myra for a tour of the Enterprise…well as much of it as she could.

"I can't see the Bridge of all places." Myra grumbled. Deanna chuckled.

"You're not missing anything little one, besides you'll be seeing most of the Bridge crew tonight anyway."

Myra looked at her aunt intrigued. "Why what's happening tonight?" She asked curious.

"Why I'm holding a party for you little one." Deanna said managing not to break out in laughter from the look on Myra's face.

Myra was stunned. "A party for me?" The teen hugged her aunt who had finally stopped giggling. "That's why you're my favorite aunt."She murmured softly as she kissed her aunt on the cheek. Deanna gave her niece a warm smile. As Myra pulled back, she said, "Don't think this makes up the whole 'I- can't-let-you-see-the-bridge' thing" Only making Deanna laugh more.

After a having an even match of hover-ball on the holodeck Deanna and Myra went to ten-forward to have a snack. "Is there anything you want in particular Auntie?" Myra asked.

"No I'll have whatever you're having Myra." Deanna called back to her as she found some seats.

"Okay then, I'll have two vanilla-fudge twirl ice creams with strawberries on the sides please." Myra told the waiter.

"Ooh that sounds good!" Deanna remarked. Myra only smiled knowing that both her and the counselor had a love of chocolate. Deanna and Myra both ate their treats as they caught up on what was going on in their lives. Just as they had finished talking about Myra's mom, a few strange emotions the raven-haired teen was picking up forced her to turn around. She first turned to look behind her, where a tall man with blue eyes and a beard was having a conversation with a woman who seemed to be very interested in him. The thing was, the man seemed to be paying more attention to her aunt than to his companion.

Myra then turned to her left where she saw a boy not much older than her sitting alone reading what looked to be specs. He's cute, thought Myra. He had brown hair with matching brown eyes and was dressed in a Starfleet uniform. Deanna looked up from her ice cream. "Is somebody eyeing an ensign?" She teased.

"I was just wondering why he's sitting alone." Myra said trying not to blush. She jerked her head over at the Commander."Unlike that gentleman over there at the bar who is most definitely not alone but can't seem to stop looking at you." The teen retaliated. Deanna looked over Myra's shoulder and, sure enough, Riker was making his way towards the two of them. Why was it that when he walked like that towards her Deanna's heart always seemed to beat a little faster?

"Hello ladies." Riker greeted the pair.

"Hello Commander." Deanna returned "Commander this is my niece Myra." She said gesturing towards the girl. Myra took the Commander's hand.

"Hello." She smiled.

"I didn't know you had a niece Deanna." Riker said.

"Well actually she's my goddaughter but Myra has always called me her aunt." She informed him.

"Ah." The Commander nodded his head in understanding. "Well I'll be on my way. I still have a report I need to finish for the Captain. It was a pleasure meeting you Myra." Riker said.

"Pleasure's all mine Commander."She said as he left.

Myra looked at her aunt curiously. "What?" Deanna asked.

"What's going on between you and the Commander, Deanna?"Myra asked never breaking eye contact.

"Me and the Commander? Nothing!" Deanna said casually trying to brush off the subject.

"Yeah sure." Myra snorted looking at the ensign again.

Deanna smiled. "His name is Westley in case you're wondering."

"You know what that's not fair!" Myra exclaimed. "I'm still trying to get used to using my telepathy."

Deanna smirked. "I don't have to be half-Betazoid to know you have a crush, Myra. I know just because I'm your godmother."

"That and you know me too darn well. Come on let's go have my party!" She announced jumping. They walked out of ten-forward hand-in-hand quite happy to see each other after such a long year.