Author's Note: Onward we go.
This is going to seem rather Geordi-heavy. And it is (to a degree). But I promise it comes back to Data/Tasha and it's worth it!
It's a bit of a fun, rather silly chapter. But as The Complication is growing to a close, we're in for some heavy material ahead. I strive for balance, so this is a bit of a reprieve before things get dark.
Where we last left off – the team is en route to rendezvous with the USS Berlin where Geordi is dreading the reunion with his older sister, Ariana.
From there, the Enterprise will be travelling along to Relva VII where Wesley will prepare for his Starfleet Academy entrance exam and Captain Picard is in for an unexpected visit.
We are now 2/3 of the way through The Complication. The final third of this story focuses heavily on the ongoing Romulan conspiracy arc. But don't worry – we've got plenty of fluff and adventure mixed in between Miles and Keiko's wedding, the reappearance of Lore, and the introduction of Spot!
In accordance with my own take on this universe, Starfleet Academy students can be admitted at the age of fifteen. Canon says sixteen, but I'm saying fifteen for this story for reasons that will become apparent in later instalments.
Thank you for all your support!
"Would you like me to get you an iced coffee?" Data asked.
"No," Geordi replied.
Out of the corner of his eye, Data watched as Geordi rolled his shoulders and ran his hand over the top of his hair again.
Geordi reached up and smoothed the collar of his uniform. It was the third time he'd done so in the last five minutes.
"Geordi, your uniform is straight," Data advised.
Geordi rocked his neck side to side to crack it.
"Geordi-" Data began to protest.
"I'm fine!" Geordi snapped.
Data quirked an eyebrow in Geordi's direction.
Down several decks, Geordi wasn't the only one feeling nervous.
"Sir?" Riker prompted.
He had noticed that Captain Picard seemed on edge. They were waiting along the wall in the front of the room in the Enterprise's secondary school student union. It was a facility predominately used for larger school functions.
"This is a big day, Number One," Picard replied.
There were parents, students, teachers, and friends all assembled in neat little rows of chairs waiting patiently as the Head Teacher gave a speech on the importance of education.
The door slid open, and Beverly quietly slipped into the back of the room. Jean-Luc and Beverly exchanged a small, knowing nod from across the room.
With the resupply of the Berlin underway, this was a busy day for Beverly. She'd been up since 02:00 to ensure everything was ready so that she could make this event.
"In accordance with Starfleet policy, the Enterprise is awarded one slot for a prospective Starfleet Academy cadet to take the entrance exam," the Head Teacher explained. "While we only send one student on to the exam, I am pleased to announce that this year's test results were the highest we have ever seen aboard the Enterprise."
Sure, she had only been in service for a little under three years - but it was a milestone, nonetheless.
"And here to present this year's award for Academic Excellence is Captain Jean-Luc Picard," the Head Teacher said.
Jean-Luc loathed public speaking engagements.
He'd actually delegated this task off to Commander Riker during the last two terms. But this year Wesley Crusher was up for the award and Jean-Luc couldn't say no to that.
There was no guarantee that Wesley would win – he had serious competition from a number of other candidates including the bright young Jake Kurland.
Jean-Luc stepped up to the podium and cleared his throat.
"It is my honour to stand here today surrounded by such a fine group of brilliant young minds," Picard began.
He had spent several days working on his speech. And his eyes travelled across the room to survey the crowd, it was evident that it was a hit.
"Therefore, I am pleased to announce that this year's winner of the Academic Excellence Award and the opportunity to take the Starfleet entrance exam is," Jean-Luc paused as he fumbled to open the envelope.
Get a grip. Picard told himself in an effort to steady his hands.
"Mr Wesley Crusher," Picard said with a relieved chuckle.
There was polite applause – not without a hint of disappointment from some of the other students and their families.
"It's not fair," one of them whispered. "He gets actual Bridge experience."
From her position in the back, Beverly chose to ignore the comment. She knew that Wesley had worked hard to earn that position. He studied frequently and took on extra assignments in an effort to gain more experience.
Though his mother may have been a senior officer, Beverly had never abused her position to give Wesley an advantage – he'd earned his position as an Acting Ensign all on his own.
"Congratulations," Jean-Luc said.
He gave Wes a warm handshake before handing over the award plaque.
Wesley was beaming with pride. The award had come as a surprise – and that wasn't Wesley putting on a show. He genuinely had no idea he would win.
It was how he approached all of his efforts.
"Well done," Riker said as he clapped Wes's shoulder.
"Thank you, sirs," Wesley responded.
Once the ceremony concluded, Wesley found his mum in the back. She pulled her son into a warm embrace and gave him a kiss on the top of his head.
"I won, mum," Wesley said, still grappling with the shock.
"You earned this," Beverly assured him.
She knew how hard socialisation with his peers had been as of late. Wesley had been precocious and making friends was hard when bouncing from assignment to assignment. Being so intelligent, Wesley had sometimes struggled to fit in with the other children.
Ever since being named an Acting Ensign and assigned formal duties, the problem had gotten worse.
Beverly understood that some of the other students saw Wesley as an outsider and she wanted to instil her son with confidence in his own abilities.
"You worked so hard, and I am so proud of you," Beverly said.
"Your father would be proud of you," Captain Picard added as he approached the pair.
Thank you. Beverly mouthed in response as she held her son.
"First transporter group from the Berlin is standing by," Miles reported.
Geordi exhaled in exasperation as he tugged at his collar.
"Perhaps you should wait outside?" Data suggested.
But it was too late. The familiar shimmering sound of the transporter filled the room as it was activated.
A moment later, six people appeared on the transporter pad including Captain Donovan, her Second Officer, Armoury Officer, Chief Engineer, Chief Security and Tactical Officer, and one Lieutenant Commander Ariana La Forge.
"Hello," Data said, nodding to the group.
"Lieutenant Commander Data," Captain Donovan said.
She stepped forward off the transporter pad and extended her hand.
"Pleasure to finally meet you in person," she said with a warm smile. "The hero of the Enterprise."
Data's face lit up.
The two had initially met during the Romulan incident along the Neutral Zone months earlier. Captain Picard and most of the crew had been knocked out of commission by a Romulan retrovirus designed to make them ill.
Data had been forced to take command of the Enterprise. He'd navigated the situation with the skill and ease of a seasoned officer – remaining cool under pressure and avoiding an outright conflict with the Romulans.
"Captain, allow me to introduce our Chief Engineer, Lieutenant-"
"Baby bear!" Ariana said as she rushed forward to pull Geordi into a warm embrace.
Geordi's face flushed in humiliation. With a grunt of frustration, he managed to wiggle out of his sister's grasp. After tugging down his uniform to straighten it, Geordi turned to Captain Donovan.
"Lieutenant La Forge," Geordi said. "Welcome to the Enterprise, Captain."
"My Chief Engineer and his team are looking forward to seeing your setup," Donovan replied.
"If you would please follow me to the Observation Lounge, Captain Picard and Commander Riker will join us shortly," Data said as he motioned to the door.
Right as they were stepping through, Captain Picard and Commander Riker were less than a metre away down the corridor.
"Captain Donovan," Picard said. "My sincere apologies. Commander Riker and I had to be on hand to deliver the results of the secondary school exams this afternoon."
Captain Donovan smiled as she greeted both Picard and Riker.
"Of course!" she said brightly. "Any promising young cadets?"
"As you know, we are permitted to send one student on to the Academy entrance exam and I'm pleased to say we've got quite a candidate," Picard replied.
"It's this way to our Observation Lounge," Riker said. "We've got a small presentation on the Enterprise available and then we can coordinate on the crew rotation."
On their way out to the corridor, Ariana looped her arm through Geordi's.
"I can't wait to meet your partner," she grinned.
In spite of three sleepless nights, Geordi still hadn't come up with a plan on how to handle that.
"Yeah," Geordi replied absentmindedly.
Once they reached the Observation Lounge and initial introductions were out of the way, the two teams sat down to cover the basics. Most of the senior officers were on hand for the meeting, though Commander Reyes, First Officer of the Berlin, had remained onboard to take Command of the Berlin during the tour.
Commander Riker began the presentation by walking their guests through the various tours the Enterprise was prepared to offer.
Geordi was going to take his counterpart on a tour of the Engineering facilities. Data would show their Second Officer the labs. Tasha was going to take her counterpart, Commander Creighton, through an in-depth look at their Security setup.
Captain Picard was going to escort Captain Donovan around on a premiere tour of the Enterprise.
Meanwhile, Worf, Commander Riker, and Deanna would transport over to the Berlin to tour her facilities and oversee the crew rotation.
"You are fidgeting," Data whispered to Geordi.
"Thanks," Geordi replied in a hushed voice.
Ariana eyed the pair carefully. Ever since she had first come aboard, she had noticed a familiarity between them.
After the team was dismissed to take up their respective places, Ariana noticed Data give Geordi's elbow a reassuring squeeze on their way out the door.
"If you would come this way, Lieutenant Commander La Forge," Data said, escorting her to the lift.
"Of course!" Ariana smiled.
Data, Ariana, and the Second Officer from the Berlin rode the lift in silence as they headed for the labs on level fourteen.
The Second Officer was a stout, middle-aged officer. His official title was Commander Peter Elphinstone. But he insisted on being called 'Stony.'
Stony was a veteran of the Border Wars and had served in Starfleet for nearly four decades.
"You work closely with my brother then?" Ariana inquired.
"Yes," Data replied.
"What's he like?" Ariana pressed.
"Geordi is an exemplary officer," Data began. "Skilled in diagnostics, repairs, propulsion systems, and power cells, Geordi is well-prepared for his position."
Data paused.
"It would be remiss of me were I to fail in mentioning that his ingenuity and composure have proven that he is a competent leader," Data added. "Geordi is an excellent departmental head and runs his team, to employ a human phrase, like a well-oiled machine."
Ariana watched carefully as Data described her brother. It was impossible to ignore the way his eyes lit up when he spoke of Geordi.
Deciding to take a risk, Ariana pressed her question.
"He's very dear to you then?" Ariana asked.
Data nodded.
"Indeed. He is my best friend and has been an invaluable partner in navigating my own exploration of the human condition," Data responded. "Geordi has always seen me as a person. And for that, I am eternally grateful."
Ariana smiled with delight. It seemed her mother's suspicion about the android was indeed correct – and Ariana couldn't be more thrilled.
He seemed positively smitten with her brother.
"That's brilliant," she said, giving Data's arm a squeeze. "I am so happy you two found one another."
Data didn't quite understand her forwardness, but he knew that some humans were more physical than others and chalked it up to that.
Down in Main Engineering, Geordi and the Chief Engineer of the Berlin had been joined by ten more members of the Berlin's crew that had beamed aboard for the Engineering tour.
They were going to start right in Main Engineering before dividing into three smaller groups to rotate through the nacelle Engineering hub, the master systems display, and the lower level.
Geordi wanted to give everyone time to explore a bit and get comfortable before launching into the tour.
He'd brought extra team members on duty in order to give updates on some of their specific work areas. This included Sonya and her work on the black hole incident.
"Hey, how's it going?" Sonya asked as she approached Geordi.
"Fine. Everything's great," Geordi replied.
"You're tense," Sonya said in a low voice. "How were things with your sister?"
Geordi frowned.
"She was already asking about you before we left the transporter room," Geordi replied.
Sonya smirked.
"That's not funny!" Geordi whispered. "I still don't know what I'm going to do!"
"Don't worry, I've got it all taken care of," Sonya replied.
Two Days Earlier
Sonya left Geordi's quarters feeling positively drained.
His older sister Ariana was due to arrive in forty-eight hours and Geordi still had no idea what to do about the elephant in the room.
He knew that his sister wasn't likely to forget or be distracted. Yet he couldn't risk them scaring off Sonya. Geordi could just imagine how the difference in their ages and ranks would go.
Geordi knew that if things continued to progress well that he would eventually have to introduce Sonya to his family. But he wanted her to meet them on his terms so that he could ease her into it.
His parents could be intimidating and the last thing he wanted was for his family to cost him his first real relationship in years.
Sonya desperately wanted to do something to help Geordi.
She completely understood how panicked he was and his reasons for wanting to hold off on meeting the family.
Geordi didn't want his mother to get the wrong impression about Sonya.
As soon as the lift opened, Sonya slumped back against the wall.
As a brilliant engineer, she wasn't accustomed to being confronted with impossible situations. Sonya always had a plan. Ideas were like oxygen. Only this time, she found herself at a loss for what to do.
"Tough shift?" a familiar voice asked.
Sonya jumped up, startled.
"S-sorry, Commander," she stammered.
"It's alright. Everything okay?" Commander Riker inquired.
"Yeah," Sonya replied.
She bit her lip and frowned.
Commander Riker was one of Geordi's friends. They'd served together both on the Enterprise and before that on the Hood.
More than that, Sonya understood that Commander Riker could be trusted to be discreet.
"Sir, could I ask you a personal question? About Lieutenant La Forge?" Sonya asked. "I mean, if he needed help?"
"Geordi? Sure," Riker replied.
Sonya launched into a rambling description of the situation – spilling the beans on both Geordi's fears about how their relationship would be perceived and his concerns that Ariana would not understand and scare her off.
"You see he's worried I'll be frightened off," Sonya said. "And I think he's concerned that his family isn't happy with his career choice. It's like they don't think very highly of him."
Riker nodded in understanding.
He knew that feeling all too well.
Will Riker was certain that he could singlehandedly negotiate peace with the Romulan Star Empire and his estranged father would still find something to criticise about it.
"So Geordi's sister needs to be impressed?" Riker asked.
Sonya nodded.
"I'm just not sure how to do it," Sonya shrugged. "They're all so important and rigid about Starfleet rules and regulations. You should hear the way he talks about their family get-togethers. It's like arguing about the Kobayashi Maru."
Riker scratched his chin as he considered this.
"Hmmm," he pondered aloud. "I'm sure I can get the crew to boast about Geordi around his sister. We're all crazy about him."
It wouldn't really be bragging – they'd simply need to talk up just how much they appreciated Geordi's work and what a great guy he was.
Geordi had that in spades. The team could take care of the rest.
"Five minutes with Data and Geordi's sister will know everything there is to know about him," Riker teased.
Sonya gasped softly.
"That's it," she said, snapping her fingers.
"I sense a flash of brilliance," Riker prompted.
"Geordi's sister needs to meet someone that's closer in age to Geordi. Someone that knows Starfleet regulations inside and out. Someone with an important title that will impress his sister and meet with mum's approval," Sonya explained.
"Say no more," Riker assured her. "I know exactly where you're headed with this. It's perfect!"
"Thank you, sir," Sonya replied with a smile.
The lift stopped and Sonya hopped off on the deck that held her destination.
Riker gave her a small salute. It wouldn't be the first time he'd pretended to be someone's significant other.
Data and Tasha were snuggled up on the sofa reading through the latest instalment of Mothman from Starbase 14.
"Captain Spruce rushed into the control tower and sealed the door. Outside, the sound of the approaching entity drew ever closer," Tasha read.
A chime at the door brought them back to reality.
"I will go," Data offered.
The door slid open, and Data was surprised to find Ensign Sonya Gomez on the other side.
"Ensign Gomez," Data said.
"Commander," Sonya squeaked in response.
She hadn't expected to find Data here.
You dolt. Sonya chastised herself.
It only made sense that Data would be in Tasha's quarters after hours. She'd probably interrupted their evening.
"I-I-I'm sorry, I can come back another time," Sonya stammered as she began to back away.
"Come on in!" Tasha hollered from the sofa.
Sonya tentatively stepped inside.
"I um… well, I stopped by because I need your help. For Geordi," Sonya confessed.
Tasha waved her over to the main part of her quarters and Sonya slipped into a seat. Tasha was sitting cross-legged on the sofa with a pickle hanging halfway out her mouth as she offered the jar to Sonya.
"Um, no thanks," Sonya replied.
From the blanket and the tray of snacks, it was evident she had disturbed their evening.
"Geordi needs help?" Data asked.
The concern in his voice was clear.
"It's his sister. She's coming aboard," Sonya explained.
As she sat there picking at her fingernails, Sonya gave them a rundown of the situation – Geordi's concerns about impressing his family, his fear that his sister would usurp his friendships, and the problem they were facing.
"She knows he's seeing someone and is expecting to meet them," Sonya shared. "And to report back to their mother, Captain La Forge."
Data and Tasha glanced at one another.
They didn't mean to be insensitive, but the notion of impressing family was utterly lost on them. Neither of them had ever been in that spot and they were having trouble comprehending the issue.
Sonya sensed this.
"She can't meet me," Sonya said.
"Why?" Data asked, simply.
"Well they're expecting someone that's older, more established," Sonya said.
Tasha's eyes narrowed.
"Geordi said that to you?" Tasha asked heatedly.
"Not like that," Sonya assured her. "He's worried that his sister is going to scare me off. Apparently it's happened before."
Tasha calmed – just a bit.
"Well I think he's a bloody fool if he doesn't want to show you off," Tasha declared.
Data shot her a look.
"I believe that's a decision for Ensign Gomez and Lieutenant La Forge to make for themselves," Data said.
Sonya glanced back and forth between the pair as they launched into a rather tense discussion on the matter. She felt like she was eight years old again watching her Abuela and her uncle have a disagreement.
"It's not right," Tasha said.
"Geordi is likely concerned because Ensign Gomez's anxiety-" Data stopped and turned to Sonya. "My apologies if that sounded insensitive."
"Oh, it's alright," Sonya replied. "Actually, he's worried the differences in our age and rank might cause his sister to leave with the wrong impression."
Sonya squared her shoulders and pressed on – after all, this is what she had come to address.
"If someone closer in age and rank, someone with an impressive career title and important role were to pretend to be Geordi's romantic interest," Sonya trailed off.
She dropped her eyes to her lap and tilted her head back and forth.
"Say someone that knows Starfleet regulations well and was a decorated officer," Sonya went on.
Data cocked his head to the side and blinked.
"Ensign, are you suggesting-" Data began to ask.
"Would you do it, Lieutenant?" Sonya asked desperately as she looked up at Tasha. "Please? For Geordi?"
"Um," Tasha replied as her mouth went dry.
Present
"I don't think this is a good idea," Deanna advised.
Tasha's hands were trembling as she rode the lift with Deanna.
"Thanks for the pep talk," Tasha retorted.
"I just think honesty is the best policy," Deanna said.
Tasha closed her eyes and groaned.
"Data's worried about Geordi. Sonya's worried about Geordi. Hell, I'm worried about Geordi," Tasha replied.
She shook her arms out to release some tension.
"Believe me, I don't feel great about this. But Sonya wanted it, and I figured if she's okay with this, then I can learn to deal too," Tasha said.
After further conversation, Sonya had shared that Geordi was terrified his mother and sister would hound Sonya upon discovering that she was Geordi's partner. Geordi didn't want to scare her off or ruin his chances at a relationship.
Sonya explained that while she didn't feel great about putting Tasha in such a position, Geordi would simply relay a message after Ariana's visit indicating that they'd broken up.
That would put Tasha off the hook and Sonya and Geordi would be free to resume their relationship with no outside interference.
"These types of situations have a way of quickly growing out of hand," Deanna cautioned.
"Well it's not like we're planning to try for a baby," Tasha replied. "Show up, act friendly, and talk Geordi up. That's it."
That part of the assignment was easy.
Beverly had insisted on helping Tasha 'doll up' for the occasion. Tasha felt wholly uncomfortable with all the makeup Beverly had applied.
The good doctor had insisted on earrings. Tasha never wore jewellery because it was such a risk in her job. But Beverly had assured her that it would help make a good impression.
Tasha reached for the chain around her neck that housed her engagement ring from Data. It was the only piece of jewellery she felt comfortable in.
Fortunately, she was still wearing it on a chain given that her recent run in with the prototype suit made it impossible to wear on her finger without risk of the ring slipping off.
Byaki horn was not adjustable, and Data was hesitant to try alternative methods when Tasha was keen to pack the weight she'd lost back on.
"You may want to stop fiddling with your engagement ring unless you want Ariana to get the wrong idea," Deanna commented.
"Right," Tasha agreed.
She stuffed the ring back into her uniform and straightened her posture.
The lift doors opened, and Tasha took one last deep breath before stepping off near Ten Forward.
"Something wrong, baby bear?" Ariana teased as she approached the bar.
"You can't wait at the table?" Geordi huffed.
He'd been fidgeting near the bar for the last fifteen minutes.
Sonya hadn't given him much information about her 'plan' – only that she had arranged for a suitable partner to meet Geordi at Ten Forward at 17:00 hours for a drink with his sister.
According to Sonya, everything was taken care of and Geordi just needed to relax and roll with it.
His date would show up, play the part of respectable romantic interest, and was exactly the type of person that his sister would find acceptable.
Once that was done, they could keep their distance under the guise of work responsibilities. Toward the end of the journey, Geordi and the partner would break things off – tying up any loose ends before Ariana disembarked.
Geordi and Sonya would be free to continue taking things slow and Geordi wouldn't have to introduce her to his family until the time was right.
Geordi had to admit it was a brilliant plan.
He almost wished he'd have thought of it first.
Geordi really hoped that Sonya hadn't just looped her roommate in on the scheme.
Poor girl. Geordi thought.
Geordi was relieved when the doors to Ten Forward slid open and Beverly Crusher strolled in.
"Geordi," she nodded.
"Doctor. Beverly. Doctor Beverly," he said awkwardly. "I am so glad to see you. You have no idea how relieved I am to see you."
Geordi laughed.
Beverly blinked in surprise.
"It's nice to see you too," she replied.
Beverly paused to wave across the room.
"Is this your sister?" Beverly asked.
"Ariana," she introduced herself. "And you are?"
"Doctor Beverly Crusher, Chief Medical Officer. Welcome aboard," Beverly replied with a warm smile.
"We have a table in the corner," Geordi said as he motioned for Beverly to join them.
"Oh, oh I couldn't," Beverly replied. "Thank you, but I'm meeting Wesley. We're celebrating his recent award."
Geordi turned to see Wesley waiting at a table for his mother.
"Right," Geordi nodded as the colour drained from his face. "Congratulations. Give him my best."
As soon as she was gone, Ariana gave her brother a sceptical look.
"She's not my date," Geordi snapped.
"Why won't you just tell me?" Ariana asked. "I'm sure they're lovely."
Geordi scowled as he crossed his arms and waited.
"Alright, if you're going to be a sourpuss I'll wait at the table," Ariana said.
Geordi relaxed a little as she left him alone. At the very least, it would give him a moment or two to sort things out before having to introduce the person in question to Ariana.
Geordi inhaled sharply as the doors slid open once more.
Counsellor Troi!
Geordi was relieved. Deanna would be the perfect person to play pretend partner for the night. She'd no doubt impress Ariana.
"Deanna, boy am I glad to see you," Geordi said.
Deanna smirked.
"Oh, I'm not your date. I'm just here for the show," Deanna said before sliding into a stool at the bar.
Just great. Geordi thought.
He was growing more nervous by the moment. With each passing second, Geordi's mind ran through an increasingly problematic list.
Surely Sonya wouldn't have asked her roommate? Or one of the other junior officers? That would only exacerbate the problem.
The doors slid open, and Data stepped into Ten Forward. He glanced around the room until he spied Geordi at the bar.
"Hello, Geordi. Am I late?" Data asked.
Geordi's face fell.
Oh no! He panicked.
"Sonya asked you?" Geordi inquired.
Geordi's mother knew that he was best friends with Data. If Ariana got the impression they were more than friends, Geordi was terrified that his family would bombard Data with a series of humiliating and inappropriate questions.
"Oh no. I am not the romantic interest," Data assured him. "Your sister invited me."
Geordi's brow furrowed.
"What is she up to?" Geordi pondered aloud.
Geordi suddenly realised that maybe Data's presence wasn't such a bad thing.
"Data, do me a favour and keep her occupied will you? Make sure she stays at the table. Keep her talking," Geordi asked.
Data's presence might just buy him a few more minutes to plan.
Data nodded and set off for the table.
"Commander!" Ariana said brightly. "I am so glad you accepted my invitation."
"Thank you," Data responded as he slipped into a seat next to Ariana.
She looked confused when Geordi did not join them.
"Isn't Geordi coming? Or is he afraid I'll bite?" she asked.
Data turned his attention back to the bar where Geordi was waiting with nervous anticipation.
"He is waiting for his partner to arrive," Data advised.
Ariana's eyes momentarily went wide before she recovered.
"His partner, huh?" Ariana thought.
Her heart sank. She didn't want her baby brother to have to pretend to impress her. It hurt to think that he felt such a deception was necessary.
"So what's this partner like? I want to know everything," Ariana requested.
Data was almost too keen to answer.
"She is an accomplished officer. In fact, she was nominated for the Karagite Order of Heroism earlier this year," Data explained. "She's had quite a career in Starfleet – particularly given her age. Did you know that she was accepted to Starfleet Academy at the age of fifteen."
It was evident Data was trying to impress Ariana.
"But what's she like? You know, as a person?" Ariana asked.
"Lovely," Data replied simply. "She holds the rank of Third Dan black belt in Aikido and is an adept pugilist. She plays both Parrises Squares and shinty on the crew teams."
Ariana smiled knowingly.
"I mean her. Tell me about her – not what she does," Ariana pressed.
Though there was no change in the colour of his face, Data looked as if he had blushed. It was a rare opportunity for Data to speak so freely about the woman he loved.
While it was intended to impress Ariana, it gave Data the opportunity to gush about his favourite person.
"She is wonderful. Most aesthetically pleasing," Data said.
To Ariana, it was like he was trying too hard to sell Geordi's fictional partner.
"She has the most lovely smile," Data went on. "And she is quite skilled at comforting the crew, keeping morale up among her officers. She has a calming presence and a way of putting people at ease. In fact, her voice has a smooth quality that is-"
Data stopped as he spied a familiar shadow at the table.
"Geordi?" Data asked.
Geordi slumped down in the seat next to Data.
His date had yet to show and Geordi was starting to get nervous. He could sense that Ariana was suspicious.
"Perhaps she is delayed?" Data suggested. "She has enormous responsibilities."
He gave Geordi's shoulder a squeeze of reassurance.
"Geordi, you know we just want you to be happy," Ariana said.
Geordi practically jumped out of his seat when Tasha strolled into Ten Forward.
"Tasha," he breathed, melting back into his chair in relief.
Tasha immediately spotted them and a beeline for the table.
"Tasha," Geordi laughed nervously. "I am so glad you made it."
"Sorry, I was delayed," Tasha apologised as she slipped into the seat across from Data. "Commander Creighton wanted to see our shift rotation schedule."
Tasha turned to Ariana and smiled.
"Hi, I'm Tasha," she said, extending her hand.
Ariana smiled, turning her attention from Data and Geordi to the woman sitting next to her.
"It's nice to meet you," Ariana said with a hint of disbelief. "You're my brother's-"
Tasha and Geordi looked at one another and paused.
"Uh-" Geordi said, struggling to find the right word. "Girlfriend."
"Partner," Tasha offered.
She had visibly winced at the term girlfriend before making a quick apologetic face.
"I, erm, I don't really like the term girlfriend," Tasha said.
That much was true.
"So how long have you and my brother been seeing each other?" Ariana asked.
Geordi's throat went tight. They hadn't discussed that. He had no idea that Sonya had already worked out all those details with Tasha.
"Six months," Tasha answered.
"A few weeks," Geordi said at the same time.
Great. Geordi grumbled to himself.
"It's gone so fast that sometimes it only feels like a few weeks, isn't that right, darling?" Tasha covered.
A nervous laugh escaped Geordi's lips before he clamped his hand over his mouth.
"It's for Geordi," Keiko insisted.
"But I don't see why-" Miles began to protest.
"Because he's our friend and we love him," Keiko said, cutting him off.
She ran her hand back through her hair and checked to ensure her shirt was straight.
"How do I look?" Keiko asked.
"You look divine. And what I want to know is why I've got to lend my fiancé out when they're plenty of other single people that could play girlfriend for the next three weeks," Miles fumed.
Ever since word had gotten out about Geordi's situation, Keiko had been keen to offer her support.
"Don't make a scene," Keiko warned.
"Don't worry, I won't. I'm going to sit at the bar and sulk," Miles replied.
Keiko gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
"You're a good man, Miles O'Brien," Keiko said fondly.
From her spot at the bar, Deanna could sense that things weren't going well over at Geordi's table. Ariana seemed unconvinced of their ruse.
"Evening," Miles said as he slipped into the seat next to Deanna.
"Chief, you seem upset. Are you alright?" Deanna asked.
She had picked up on the distinctive grey cloud that hovered around his presence ever since he'd flopped down on the barstool.
"Keiko's off to pretend she's Geordi's girlfriend to impress his sister. I don't mind helping, but I'm less than chuffed that she needs to be the one doing it," Miles explained.
"Oh no," Deanna whispered.
She spun around and observed as Keiko approached the table. There wasn't enough time to stop her.
But maybe I can smooth things over? Deanna considered.
"Excuse me," Deanna said as she dashed off.
"Hi sweetheart," Keiko said as she threw her arm around Geordi.
Geordi froze.
"K-Keiko?" Geordi stammered.
"Sorry I'm late," Keiko said. "So glad this is a double date!"
She assumed Tasha and Data were there simply as moral support.
"Sweetheart?" Ariana asked with a smirk.
Geordi didn't know what to say. There was no possible way he could talk his way out of this one.
"Ariana, this is-" Geordi began to say.
"Keiko. Professor Keiko Ishikawa. Geordi's girlfriend. It's so great to finally meet you," Keiko said as she pulled up a chair.
When she reached the table, Deanna was alarmed to find it was silent.
"Can I see you?" Deanna asked Tasha.
She had marched over with a determined look in her eyes and Ariana had a feeling she knew exactly what was going on.
Ariana glanced around the table.
"Just so I have this all clear, you're just Geordi's best friend?" she asked looking to Data.
Data nodded innocently.
"You're his girlfriend," she said to Keiko.
"Uh huh," Keiko replied brightly.
Ariana turned to Tasha.
"And you're his partner that doesn't like the term girlfriend?" Ariana asked.
"Oh dear," Keiko gasped.
An uneasy silence fell on the table.
"I really need to speak to you," Deanna said out of the corner of her mouth to Tasha.
The moment was interrupted by the arrival of a jovial Commander Riker who had come with a bouquet of flowers.
"Hi, pookie," Riker said.
He leaned in and kissed Geordi on the cheek.
"Sorry I was delayed," Riker apologised.
He handed Ariana the bouquet of flowers.
"Lovely to finally meet you. Geordi's told me so much about you," Riker said.
Geordi dropped his head into his lap and cringed.
Riker immediately realised that he'd walked into a tense moment.
"Anyone need a drink?" Guinan offered, appearing at just the right moment.
There was a resounding yes from the table.
The table had sat in silence while Guinan left to fetch a fresh round.
"Geordi?" Data asked softly as he reached for Geordi's shoulder.
Geordi shifted to avoid making contact.
He looked up and angrily surveyed the table.
"I know you wanted to help, but this is not helping," Geordi snapped.
He had never been so humiliated in his life – and all in front of his sister. It was like a nightmare.
"Don't be embarrassed," Ariana said.
She reached across the table and took hold of Geordi's hand.
"I think it's really sweet that you have so many wonderful friends," she said.
It did little to ease Geordi's embarrassment.
"Geordi, you don't have to do this," Ariana said. "It's not necessary."
Deciding that he had to make a move before things went even further off the rails, Geordi threw his arm around Tasha.
"I was so worried that you might not like Tasha here since she's not a command officer," Geordi lied. "You know, like you and mum and dad and-"
Ariana chuckled.
"Geordi," she said knowingly.
Ariana turned back to Tasha, and she knew the game was up.
"I'm sure you're a very dear friend of my brother's – and I think it's just wonderful the lengths you all were willing to go to," Ariana said.
Riker shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He had horribly misinterpreted Sonya's request.
"I'm sure you have a lot of work, Commander Riker," Ariana said. "And the man you walked in with looks positively sour all alone at the bar by himself."
Keiko glanced back to where Miles was slumped over a pint. He certainly was the picture of misery. Keiko thought they'd been discreet – but there was little that got past Ariana La Forge's keen observation skills.
Ariana turned back to Tasha.
"And your partner here looks less than pleased with this deception," she said flashing Tasha and Deanna a knowing look.
Riker chortled. It wasn't the first time someone had made that assumption.
"Oh, we're not-" Tasha began to say.
Ariana waved her off.
"Please, I may be a straightlaced officer, but I'm not prejudiced," Ariana said.
"Come on, dear," Deanna said, pulling Tasha away from the table. "We should leave them alone."
Ariana turned and fixed her attention on Data.
"Really, I think it's sweet that so many people wanted to support you. But there's no reason to hide it," Ariana said. "Mr Data is a wonderful person and it's obvious the two of you mean a great deal to one another."
Geordi baulked. He opened his mouth to protest, but Ariana put up a finger to stop him.
"Mum was right. She knew there was more between you two. Ever since your letters about that dreadful hearing," Ariana went on. "We don't care that you're in love with an android! We just feel terrible that you both had to go through that."
Ariana's face softened.
"And to think that you thought you would have to go through that alone," she said, clucking her tongue. "We are all here for you."
Geordi was absolutely stunned. Never in his wildest dreams had he suspected that his mother would get that impression from his letters.
However, Ariana's invitation to Data now made sense.
Data could tell Geordi was fumbling, and he decided to step in. Geordi was his very best friend in the whole universe and Data would do anything he could to help.
Reached across the table, Data took hold of Geordi's hand.
"Thank you," Data said. "That means a lot to both of us, does it not, sweetheart?"
Geordi's smile was full of uncertainty.
Their ruse had been easy enough to maintain – in spite of Geordi's initial frustration about the manner in which it had come about, he had come to accept this was the best possible way to throw his family off Sonya's trail.
Data played the role of doting boyfriend to a tee.
Geordi and Data often ate lunch together so there was nothing extraordinary about that. Data was easily able to pass off his dinners with Tasha as part of his duties.
Even with Ariana hanging around, things seemed to be going well.
Three days into the ruse, Geordi had finally begun to relax. And all the extra work was the perfect distraction to keep him occupied.
The Enterprise was gearing up to finalise her rendezvous with the Berlin. The resupply had been completed and the crew had greatly enjoyed the opportunity to chat with their counterparts on another ship.
Tasha in particular had found Commander Creighton to be a valuable source of information.
The Berlin was one of the ships that had run a routine patrol route along the Neutral Zone. And Commander Creighton had his own strong opinions on the matter.
He'd been most keen to learn from the Enterprise crew regarding their experience with the Ferengi, their detection of the Romulan virus, and their experience with the Iconian doorway.
"And it was located in these coordinates?" Creighton said, tapping the star chart.
"Yeah, what was left of it anyway," Tasha replied.
They were sitting in the Security Office. Worf was also on hand, and they chatted about their work. It was good to 'talk shop' with a fellow Security and Tactical Chief.
"It is unfortunate we had such little time to study the artefact," Worf commented.
Creighton appeared dismayed.
"How do you know it's really destroyed? Perhaps some of it remains?" he offered.
Tasha shook her head.
"It is gone," Worf said.
"But how can you be certain?" Creighton pressed.
"The explosion was a pretty significant clue," Tasha said dryly.
They'd been lucky to escape.
"And you conducted no further scans of the area?" Creighton asked as he studied the map.
Worf muttered under his breath.
"No, unfortunately we were due at Starbase 173," Tasha said.
Though we didn't know why. Tasha thought.
In retrospect, Tasha was even more furious now that she fully understood why they were being rushed to Starbase. All the pressure from the Admiral now made sense.
It truly was a shame that they hadn't gotten more time to investigate the area. Starfleet had sent in a science team to further look into the doorway theory – but they had reportedly found no evidence of any Iconian presence.
Creighton shook his head wistfully and then deactivated the holographic star chart.
"You know we've found fragments," Creighton shared. "Never anything significant. But small pottery shards, occasional rock carvings. The Neutral Zone is littered with remnants of Iconia."
Creighton had been aboard the Berlin for nearly a decade. The bulk of that time had been spent along the Neutral Zone.
Like any good Security Officer, he'd taken an interest in the famed warrior race.
"But never anything to point us to Iconia. Never anything like this," Creighton sighed. "She remains a mystery."
"Perhaps for the best," Tasha commented.
Worf and Tasha exchanged a glance. If their encounter with the Iconian doorway had taught them anything, it was that they were far more advanced than the Federation. Anyone that powerful was more than just a threat.
"Look, I hear you about the power of the Iconians," Creighton agreed. "I just hate to think of the Romulans finding them first."
"With the way Starfleet is pulling back from the Neutral Zone, I expect the Romulans will indeed find it first – if Iconia is even still out there," Worf grumbled.
Creighton scoffed.
"You're preaching to the choir," Creighton replied. "You know, I submitted a personal protest to Starfleet Security over the matter. In the last ten years, do you know how many near miss incidents we've seen? They don't get coverage."
Tasha had no doubt in the veracity of his claim.
"I just get this feeling that something's coming. All this talk about peace has me uneasy," Creighton shared.
"It would not be an atypical Romulan ploy," Worf remarked.
"Appear weak when you are strong," Tasha chimed in, quoting The Art of War.
Sun Tzu may have coined such an idea more than two-thousand years earlier on Earth. But it was a universal concept. The Klingons knew it as the Way of the Warrior and to the Romulans it was known as the Talons of Power.
"We're being reassigned," Creighton advised. "Moved further into the quadrant."
Tasha desperately wanted to press for more details – but Captain Picard's warning lingered in the back of her mind. And Creighton certainly wasn't making it easy.
"Do you ever think there's more of them out there? Like in Starfleet?" Creighton asked.
"More of what?" Tasha asked, feigning ignorance.
"Romulans," Creighton specified. "Lying low. Waiting years to put themselves into positions of influence."
Tasha's face was hot. As much as she wanted to agree, she had made a promise.
"Oh I don't really go in for conspiracy theories," Tasha lied.
Just over Creighton's shoulder, Worf quirked an eyebrow at her in disbelief.
It was a three-week journey to Relva VII from their current position. And ever since the announcement about Wesley's award, the crew had been keen to continue assisting Wes with his training.
And all that extra training had proven to be a great distraction to keep Geordi busy during his sister's visit.
"That's great, Wesley," Geordi said. "Now ease into the thrusters and watch your attitude control."
Wes tapped the console on the helm to adjust the speed.
"Good, good," Geordi advised.
They were on the holodeck running a simulation of the navigation portion of the entrance exam. Basic navigation skills were a requirement for any Academy cadet.
Wesley had proven himself as a skilled helmsman – but practice was helping to reassure Wes that his skills really were on par.
With each passing year, the entrance exams become more and more popular. It was part of why Starfleet had enacted a quota for school-age admissions.
With assistance from Data, Wesley had worked out a schedule so that Wesley would get practical experience and simulated training with the senior staff.
He had a number of study sessions with Counsellor Troi who had advised that not all tests were written or simulated.
Riker was working with Wes on the Command portion of his entrance exam. Worf had taken Wes through a rigorous course on Tactical systems while Tasha was giving him a thorough training on Security policy, Federation law, and diplomacy.
Data was overseeing the entire process to ensure Wesley was ready.
"Adjusting the course heading 004-mark-017," Wesley reported.
Wesley expertly navigated the holographic shift through the debris field and into position. After making a quick calculation, Wesley adjusted the impulse engine output just like Data had shown him.
From across the holographic Bridge, the two exchanged a nod of approval.
"As you would say, smooth," Data remarked.
"All stop," Miles ordered from the Command Chair – he was sitting in as the Captain for this particular simulation.
"Computer, freeze programme," Data ordered.
Wesley relaxed back into his chair, lifting his hands off the console for the first time all evening. He reached forward and folded his hands to stretch out the muscles in his arms. He felt stiff all over – both from sitting in the same position for so long and from the pressure.
Miles glanced around at the crew.
"Well team?" Miles asked.
Wesley blushed as a round of applause broke out from the crew. Geordi bit down on his fingers and whistled loudly.
"Qapla'!" Worf roared as he pumped his fist in triumph.
Data instructed the computer to reset the simulation – with a minor deviation. In order to accurately replicate the conditions of the exam, Data had programmed over eighty minor variations in the programme to keep the simulation from becoming predictable.
"That was an excellent performance, Wesley," Data said. "Now, let us reset the simulation and this time you will serve at the Science Terminal Two."
"I still don't know how you made that adjustment so quickly," Wesley said. "Not without calculating the rate of acceleration when we're at impulse speed."
For Wesley, impulse was more difficult to master than warp. But he wasn't alone – it was something many cadets struggled with during their first few years.
"Trust me, in time you will be able to feel it," Geordi replied.
"Once you have logged more training hours, you will begin to notice the impact from the rate of acceleration on the deflector shield. If you do find yourself manning the Operations console, you will-"
"Green line, fine. Red line, take your time," Ariana said, interrupting Data.
The team had just stepped into the canteen for a Raktajino when they found themselves face to face with Ariana La Forge.
"Green line.." Wesley trailed off as he replayed the rhyme.
Suddenly, he snapped his fingers.
"Green line, fine," Wesley said.
"Red line, take your time," Ariana and Wesley finished together.
Wesley chuckled.
"That's brilliant! Thank you," he said, astonished by how simple it turned out to be.
Data raised his eyebrows.
"That is a simple, effective way to communicate the process," Data agreed.
"I like it!" Miles chimed in.
"Silly," Worf remarked before adding. "But succinct."
Geordi had to stop himself from scowling.
Great. It's already happening. He thought.
"We were just going to grab some Raktajino. Did you want to join us?" Tasha offered.
No, no, no! Geordi screamed internally.
"And then when we were living on Halii, dad always had to strain the seeds out of his Muskan seed punch and cut the crusts off his peanut butter sandwiches or he'd cry and cry," Ariana said.
"I was three," Geordi said in a terse voice.
"And you were the most adorable wee thing," Ariana added.
All of sudden, she was struck with a memory.
"Did I tell you all why we call Geordi Baby Bear?" Ariana asked.
"No, but I am most curious," Data responded.
His reply had been genuine – not simply part of the act.
Geordi grumbled under his breath. Crossing his arms, he flopped back against the back of his seat in anger.
"When he was little, mum got him this little bodysuit with feet and ears. He looked like a tiny baby bear. And he refused to take it off," Arianna shared. "He'd run about and hide away in his bunk dressed like a little teddy bear."
Geordi rolled his eyes as Ariana went on sharing anecdotes from their childhood.
Everyone was having a great time – everyone that is, except Geordi.
Data in particular was curious about their relationship as siblings and their childhood together. His interest was three reasons.
Geordi was best friend and Data was sincerely fascinated in learning more about Geordi's childhood. As Ariana was naturally charismatic, Data was utterly captivated as she talked about her favourite memories.
Data was also curious to learn more about the human experience of adolescence and their relationship as siblings. Data had sensed tension. He had read that sibling relationships could often be complex involving real or perceived competition – particularly among siblings that shared similar intellectual or physical talents.
At times, Data wondered if his own unusual relationship with Lore was really an extreme form of sibling rivalry.
In a way, it made Data feel closer to humans to at least imagine that was really the root of Lore's behaviour.
"I am most intrigued by your childhood experience growing up in Starfleet. In particular, how do you feel that your parents balanced their responsibilities as parents with their duties as officers?" Data inquired.
"Oh you don't have to humour me," Ariana said, waving him off.
Data's expression changed – desperately conveying just how eager he was to hear more.
"I am most keen to hear your perspective. You see, I desire to have a family," Data confessed.
Ariana appeared pleasantly surprised at this news. Tasha bit back a smirk, hiding behind her Raktajino in order to avoid giving away the game.
"Data," Geordi warned through gritted teeth.
It was already troublesome enough that their plan had gone off the rails. Adding this to the mix would only make things worse when they feigned a breakup.
Geordi could just imagine his mother's endless questions.
Geordi shot Data a look that conveyed his displeasure.
"Geordi, you know this is important to me," Data protested.
Data was only attempting to remind Geordi of his desire for a family. But to Ariana, they looked like a couple revisiting a familiar argument.
Geordi's lips thinned as he eyed Data from across the table.
"You have barely touched your Raktajino," Data observed. "Would you prefer an iced coffee with an extra whip and hazelnut sprinkles?"
His offer only further infuriated an already aggravated Geordi.
Under the table, Geordi clenched and unclenched his fists. He could feel his nerves were frayed. The very last thing Geordi wanted to do was blow up in front of the ever-composed Ariana.
"I think that's enough questions," Geordi said.
"Geordi, I apologise if I have upset you. I am merely trying to learn more about raising a child on a starship before Lieutenant Yar and I-"
Data stopped himself.
Geordi visibly cringed.
"Awww! You're going to be a surrogate for my brother and Mr Data? Oh that's so sweet," Ariana said as she clapped her hand over her mouth.
Tasha choked on her Raktajino.
At the end of the table, Miles burst out laughing – right up until Worf kicked him under the table.
Tasha set her Raktajino down on the table and slapped her chest a few times to catch her breath. Hot Raktajino down the wrong tube was never a pleasant sensation.
She'd no sooner caught her breath when Ariana took hold of her hand.
"Tell your partner thank you. Even if my brother is sometimes a sourpuss, I know this means a lot to him," Ariana said warmly.
Tasha and Data exchanged a concerned look.
Their lie was growing bigger by the minute.
"I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but we're going to be late for our poker game," Miles informed the table.
Oh thank goodness! Geordi thought.
Slipping away to poker at Commander Riker's would be the perfect excuse to get away from Ariana – and to sort out a few things with Data and Tasha. Now that their little fiction was rapidly becoming a saga, it was more important than ever to set their stories straight.
"Do you play?" Worf asked, looking right at Ariana.
One week later, the team (plus Ariana) were back in Commander Riker's quarters for their weekly poker game.
"Geordi?" Deanna prompted.
She could feel that mentally, Geordi was lightyears away.
"Geordi, it's your move," Deanna said, pulling him back to the game.
"What? Oh, check," Geordi said.
"Well?" Riker asked.
For the last thirty seconds he'd been carefully observing the crisp hovering near Tasha's mouth.
Tasha popped it in her mouth and chewed slowly.
"T!" Riker said, pleading with her for feedback.
It was his latest take on a fusion dish combining a Vulcan bean paste with a southwest inspired dip.
"Mmmm," Tasha nodded politely.
It was far from spectacular, but at the very least it was edible – and that was a step in the right direction for Will Riker's culinary career.
"Do you what this really needs?" Ariana asked.
Riker shrugged.
"Hatch chili," Ariana said.
Like Geordi, Ariana had an appreciation for quality food.
"May I?" she asked, motioning to the replicator.
"Be my guest," Riker said.
Ariana returned a moment later having added some roasted chilis to the dip. She offered it to Commander Riker along with an interesting looking crisp.
"What's this?" Riker asked.
"Diza," Ariana explained. "They're made from a special Orion maize. Once you try them, you'll never go back to those Earth-style corn crisps."
From the moment it hit his tongue, Will Riker felt like he had been transported to the Shangri La of flavour.
Riker's eyes rolled back in his head as he groaned with delight.
Upon seeing Riker's response, Tasha grabbed a fresh crisp and dove in. Beverly was not far behind.
"Oh my gods," Beverly exclaimed through a mouthful.
"Whoa," Tasha remarked before snagging another scoop.
"If you like that, you should try my award-winning chili," Ariana said with a smile.
Worf sat upright.
"Chili?" he asked as an eager twinkle flashed in his eyes.
"Mr Worf was telling me that Thursday at Ten Forward Guinan is going to do falafel night," Ariana said. "You know I really like her. She seems quite fond of the two of you too."
Data and Geordi exchanged a glance from across the table.
They were in Geordi's quarters and had just returned from an evening in the Arboretum. Ariana had conducted a number of studies on sound stimuli and its relation to plant growth and development.
One of the labs she oversaw at her 'home' location on Starbase Borlaug was conducting continual research into the matter. Ariana fondly described it as the difference between merely talking to plants and 'serenading' them.
"I'd love to go Thursday. Does that work for you?" Ariana asked.
"Ugh-" Geordi stammered.
Their ruse had quickly become an increasing strain on both of their lives. Data did enjoy his time with Ariana – but he missed spending time with Tasha.
Pretending to be Geordi's partner had disrupted their routine. Data was actively counting the minutes until they could get back to normal.
"Of course," Data answered politely.
He couldn't let Geordi down.
Geordi breathed a sigh of relief.
"However, would it be possible to meet earlier that evening? I have rehearsal with my string quartet at 19:00 hours," Data requested.
"Great!" Ariana smiled. "I'd love to stay and watch you play, if that's alright?"
Like Geordi had warned – she was too sweet.
"Certainly," Data replied.
"Say, do you two want to play a few rounds of cards tonight after dinner? I can show you what our favourite game was as children," Ariana suggested.
It would be another four hours before Data was free.
After Ariana had retired for the evening to her guest quarters, Data had waited another forty-five minutes to be safe.
It was nearly midnight by the time Data got back to his own quarters.
The lights were off, and Data made no attempt to turn them on. After all, he didn't need them to navigate in the dark.
Data slipped off his boots and headed for the bedroom. He didn't pay attention to the room or the sheets. He desperately wanted to sneak down and spend the night with Tasha.
But given the late hour, Data surmised that she was in bed and had no wish to disturb her.
As part of his evening routine, Data stripped out of his uniform and slipped into a pair of drawstring trousers. While not as practical as his uniform, the cool cotton fabric provided a pleasant sensation.
Clothing was a small thing. But it made Data recognise that he could take time for himself to simply enjoy the touch and feel of things.
It made him feel closer to human.
Data snagged his toothbrush from its holder. He was part of the way to his mouth when his audio receptors picked up on the faint sound of a heartbeat.
A moment later, Data was enveloped in a warm embrace.
Data closed his eyes. For a moment, he said nothing. Data shut out all other external stimuli save for the warmth of another body, the familiar scent of lavender, and the steady sound of her heart beating against the centre of his back.
"You took quite a risk in coming here," Data said.
He felt Tasha grin against him as she buried her head between his shoulder blades.
"I put a security alert perimeter down the corridor. If anyone passed the rooms two doors down in either direction, I knew about it," Tasha explained.
"Clever girl," Data replied. "Though you took quite a risk. You would have no way of knowing if I were returning alone or with company."
"Why do you think I was hiding in your bathtub?" Tasha teased.
It was still risky, but Data appreciated her attempt to hide.
"I miss you," Tasha confessed.
"I am here," Data replied simply.
"I miss being with you," Tasha clarified. "Spending time together."
Data turned in her arms. He slipped two fingers under her chin, forcing Tasha to look up and meet his gaze. At that moment, Tasha realised he had only been pretending not to understand.
"I miss being with you as well," Data replied.
Once they were settled in bed, it was obvious that Tasha was fighting sleep. She wanted to talk – Data could see the obvious signs of fatigue.
He pulled her close and pressed a slow kiss to her top of her hair.
"You should rest," Data advised.
Tasha slipped her hand up under the hem of Data's tee so that it could rest against his chest.
"I want to know about your day," Tasha said.
"My day pretending to be Geordi's partner?" Data inquired.
"Mmmm, tell me all about it," Tasha said, nuzzling him. "That way I can at least pretend."
Tasha giggled.
"Well, first we had dinner together," Data began as he ran his fingers back through Tasha's hair.
He hadn't gotten very far when he noticed that Tasha's breathing had changed, and she was fast asleep.
