I smiled at Jarod and we ran to catch up with Data. We laughed as we raced up the hallway to him. As Data turned to me, I smiled at him and put my hand on his arm, forgetting myself. Data's face became blank as my hand extended into his arm. I was suddenly submerged in a raging river of someone else's memories, thoughts, feelings, knowledge, and experience, I grabbed onto a piece of reason and pulled myself out of the foaming, rushing river of Data's mind and pushed the flow back towards him. I sent my memories and knowledge cascade into his mind, letting them fill him to the brim, but not threatening to overflow his mind before I pulled my mind out of his and my hand out of his arm. As soon as I managed to retract my fingers from his arm the mental contact was gone, but not before I was nearly overwhelmed by the intensity of his feelings for me.
"I'm sorry, Data, I didn't realize that would happen!" I said, he seemed to be slightly put off by my intrusion into his mind, but he smiled, which was something I had never seen him do.
"Don't be sorry," Data said, and I wondered if I had given him something other than just memories. I guessed it had to do with my memories of my family, of being loved, of my mom and dad.
"What happened?" asked a very confused Jarod, we had already forgotten that he was there. Data said nothing; he might have been processing the information which he had been so suddenly submerged in, going over my memories of the SGC, of my Mom, of Dad, of the truth and maybe, most likely, my memories of my uncle, Jack O'Neill, the most idolized person in the history of the military, the idol for all members of Starfleet, uncle Jack'd laugh if he had seen these people hero-worship him, he was horrible at following orders.
"Nothing, Jarod, nothing," I said comfortingly to him. I smiled at my second cousin, "Come on," I urged, "I know someone who might want to see you, Jarod," I smiled at him.
"What?" he exclaimed in a very O'Neill-like manner, causing several junior officers to turn swiftly, but seeing only Data and to geusts the returned to their work, "Who?" Jarod asked somewhat softer.
"His name is Captain Picard. This is his ship," I explained.
"Like the Odyssey? Or the Prometheus? Or, or, or... the Daedalus?" he asked animatedly. I smiled; at least he had a good memory. I saw Data smiling as well, although I doubted that if Jarod had said this when we had come up Data would have understood.
"Something like that," Data said, obviously using the memories I had transferred to him. "Here is the Captain's room," he said.
"Come in," Picard said over the speaker and the door opened. "Who is our new guest, Data?" he asked, a bit miffed because he had no say in who was coming on his ship.
"This is my second cousin, sir," I said to Picard.
"Well, what is your name, we can't just call you 'May'ang'jho's cousin', now can we?" Jarod shook his head fiercely.
"My'ame's 'arod," he mumbled, looking up to me to see if it was okay to tell this man, I nodded softly and Jarod spoke up. "Jarod Mitchell O'Neill, sir," Jarod said fiercely. Picard's green-gray eyes lit up and he looked up at Data and myself. I nodded to Picard.
"Welcome aboard the Enterprise, Master Mitchell O'Neill," Picard said, admiration obvious and to a point where it frightened poor little Jarod, and myself I might add.
"Tha-thank you, s-sir," said a shocked Jarod.
"It's okay, Jarod," I said softly to him. "They've heard stories about your grandpa, Jack, and they idolize him, he's their hero, a legend,"
"Like Thor?" Jarod asked tentatively. I smiled.
"Yes, Jarod, like Thor," I smiled, eyes twinkling, noting that Data was trying (unsuccessfully) to hid a smile as he stood behind Picard.
"How old are you, Jarod?" asked Picard, suppressing the tone of admiration, trying to make Jarod feel better.
"I'm six years old, sir," he said.
"Sir," Data said, "Perhaps I should show Jarod to the school so he can be with people his own age," Data cocked his head slightly as he said this.
"Permission granted," Picard said and noticing the Asgard devise in my arms for the first time, "May'ang'jho, what is that?"
"It's the control for Asgard beaming technology, sir. Permission to install it into the ship," I said. "It is flawless and has certain features which are lacked by yours, such as the ability to transport from anywhere to anywhere, including within the ship, sir," I smiled as I watched him consider this.
"Permission granted," he sighed.
"Sir, although you might not have heard of them, this is the type of technology that was on the Prometheus class ships built in the late 20th and early 21st centuries, but they were classified. Although I KNOW that Jack'd do the same thing that you're doing if he was in your place," I smiled as he (he later told me about how he felt) suddenly got the image of Jack O'Neill installing advanced technology of unknown origins, and shuddered at the thought, Jack wouldn't allow it. Would he?
"Is Jack really Jarod's grandfather?" he asked me.
"Of course, sir," I smiled over my shoulder, looking back at the incredulous Captain as I left the room to install the Asgard beaming devise.