Based on "Generations". I own nothing except Melina, Rex and the other OC's.
Melina had just beamed back from the Amargosa Observatory. One survivor, who made her blood chill. Romulan bodies, which irked her. It had been a horrid assignment, and all she wanted to do was relax in Ten Forward with a ice cold vanilla thickshake.
"Hi Mum!" Rex approached his mother. "Can you come to our quarters?"
"I'm going to Ten Forward Rexie, I desperately need to relax." Melina sighed.
"Mum, I think you should go to our quarters." Rex pressed.
"Rexie, I am going to Ten Forward!" Melina insisted.
"Mum-,"
"Issac Holmes!" Melina growled. She walked into Ten Forward, Rex hot on her heels. She stopped short.
There was Data, declaring a drink 'disgusting'!
"Data? Darling?" Melina slowly approached.
"My dear..." Data felt himself swoon in the most wonderful way. He touched her face, her hair, he couldn't resist.
"Um...Data..." Geordi pulled him off his glowering wife. "I think you'd better explain."
"I did warn you Mum." Rex shrugged.
"Now is NOT the time Rexie!" Melina growled.
"Maybe it would be best if you went to your quarters Rex." Data smiled sympathically at his son.
"Don't you even THINK of moving young man!" Melina commanded.
"You know, I think this is a family issue-," Geordi began to back away, but a cold glare from Melina stopped him.
"What, pray tell, is going on?" She said in a highly restrained voice.
"I, uh...installed the emotion chip." Data tried to laugh it off.
"You WHAT?" Melina exploded, the whole of Ten Forward quite interested in the little quarrel now.
"Oh boy." Rex groaned.
"Now dearest...you know why I had to...please don't look at me like that!" Data backed towards the doors to Ten Forward as Melina advanced.
–
Melina fumed for the next three days straight. Data tried everything, from 20th century rock ballads to 24th century ship designs.
"I do not like this feeling!" He exclaimed finally after 72 hours of being ignored. "I have apologised, what more do you want?"
Melina sat on the sofa in their quarters. She sighed, got up and touched her husbands face.
"I can still see you taking out that Borg." She whispered. "I'm terrified of what happened to Lal happening to you."
"My dear I-,"
"Bridge to Data, report to Transporter Room One." Rikers voice echoed over the comms.
"We'll discuss this, okay? Just be careful." Melina kissed her husband.
"I will." Data left.
Melina didn't know what to do with herself for the next hour. She straightened the quarters up, then rearranged it, then arranged it back again.
"Damn him." Melina sighed.
"Bridge to Soong, get to Transporter Room One, we have a possible situation." She heard Riker.
"On my way." Melina grabbed her faithful pad and stylus.
'Data's probably bored poor Geordi to death or something.' She thought.
–
Actually, it was a lot worse. A level Twelve Shock Wave from the dying Armagosa star was going to hit the observatory, taking Geordi and Data with it.
Melina ran down the corridors. "DATA! GEORDI!" She cried. "Damn the pair of them!"
She came to an opening, and was fired upon.
"YIKES!" She dodged. It was Soran.
Melina focused her arm and fired a bolt of electricity back. She could hear Data whimpering.
"Damn him." Melina groaned. Her arm shielding her from Soran's gun, she ran to try and grab Geordi, who seemed to be hostage.
It was too late, as Soran and Geordi were beamed away.
"Oh CRAP!" Melina ran to her husband's side.
"It's okay Data, I'm here. Melina to Enterprise, hurry up!" She screamed.
They beamed aboard just in time.
–
"The Captain was quite stern with you then in Steller Cartography?" Melina folded one of Rex's shirts. Data was sitting on the sofa in their quarters, looking quite sad.
"Yes, quite." Data murmured. Melina smiled.
"Remember my first away mission?" She asked.
"It was our first encounter with the Borg." Data remembered.
"Remember how much of a whimpering mess I was? I spent most of the mission cowering behind you." Melina sat down next to him. "But I got over it."
"I guess." Data sighed.
"Data, emotions are excellent when controlled." Melina told him, allowing electricity to form in a small ball at the end of her hand to demostrate. "And one day you will control yours."
"You are not angry with me any more?" Data asked.
"Livid, my darling. But I know you did it because you felt like you had no other choice." Melina touched his face. "They are still just programs love, try to remember that."
Data frowned. Melina smiled.
"Besides, I believe you are capable of far truer emotions that will always override that chip." She got back up and continued her folding. Data looked at her, feeling confused.
"I do not understand." He said.
"And I'm not about to explain it to you. You need to figure this out on your own." Melina kissed his cold forehead.
–
"Ow...ow...and ow." Melina disentangled herself from her husband. "Is everybody alright?"
"I think so." Data replied. He tapped his communicator.
"Rex? Are you alright?"
"Dad, I don't EVER want a ride like that again!" Rex declared. He'd finished up against a wall upside down, with his head between his feet.
Dr. Crusher couldn't help but giggle a little at his unfortunate predicament.
Meanwhile, his parents shared a look of relief as the rest of the Bridge stirred. Flames licked at the former Tactical Console, chairs were thrown asunder. Riker and Worf lay sprawled on the floor in front of the Captain's Chair and poor Deanna had a red mark on her forehead which would become a most unsightly bruise.
There was no doubt in anyones mind that the U.S.S. Enterprise NCC 1701-D had taken her last voyage, crashing into Veridian III.
Melina touched her husbands arm, and he held her. She could feel his simulated pulse beneath her cheek.
He ran his fingers through her hair, and thanked whatever was out there that she was okay. He thought about what she had said, and wondered if there wasn't at least some truth to it.
He was still thinking about it as they carried the three cats onto the Farragut. But as he saw Rex's happiness that the cats were okay, and watched as his wife held the son she feared losing, he remembered the saying about looking a gift horse in the mouth. He decided it was in his best interests to enjoy the family and emotions he had.
With that, he embraced both his wife and son, and together they looked out the windows as the Farragut hit warp.