A/N: Thank you who have read, liked/kudos/voted, subscribed/followed, and reviewed. Getting lost in this story had been a labour of love and I'm so grateful for all of you who have joined on that journey.
Part Two of the Edo/Justice storyline. This is mostly flashback. This chapter is a bit of a rollercoaster. There are some ups and downs, but I assure you it ends with a fluffy, domestic scene with our favourite protagonists.
Content warning: There are flashbacks regarding Data's early days after being discovered on Omicron Theta. It's not all happy. This flashback contains scenes of abuse.
The flashback scenes are written in the present tense. It's not typically something I do but it just came out that way and felt right. This is in part to give the reader understanding of Data's mindset during the flashbacks.
There are a number of moments where Data falls back on literary characters for guidance. I have based this on the fact that we've seen him reference this in the show (In Theory, for example). My intention is to demonstrate that he uses this to understand human interaction, but also (on a grander scale) that fiction can teach us all to be better people.
"Who did this to you?" Tasha asked, her blue eyes wide with fear.
Flashback
Stardate 18050.55 | USS Tripoli
Data has been aboard the USS Tripoli for five weeks. Most of the crewmembers are nervous around him. Their initial study of his physiology leaves them leery as his strength output registers off the scale.
He's a machine with superhuman intelligence and strength.
His first few hours are a struggle. In a way, he's like an infant learning how much pressure he can safely apply without hurting people or objects aboard the ship, struggling with depth perception, and adjusting to the world around him.
When they offer him a ball to squeeze that will measure his strength, he breaks it.
When he's instructed to run on a treadmill, his speed exceeds the parameters of the device and the belt is stripped.
He is unable to explain his thoughts concisely.
He doesn't have enough experience to understand the emotions he is feeling.
They run tests during the day - and there are many tests. Once they are complete, he is returned to a holding cell in the brig where he is guarded by a security team.
Data feels an emptiness that he cannot explain.
He wants to connect and understand.
The guards call him 'the robot.' They do not speak with him - they speak at him.
And he learns quickly that they do not laugh with him - they laugh at him.
But Captain Mindy Long is a patient woman.
She talks with Data at length (from outside his holding cell) and she comes each day. After the first day, she offers him a book and watches with awe as he manages to read it in a matter of a minutes, his android strength flipping the pages so rapidly they become a blur.
Data is overcome with a sensation of gratitude. He feels seen.
He thanks Captain Long for providing mental stimulation and soon she opens up access for him to the ship's literary and musical libraries.
Like a sponge, Data absorbs everything he can consume. He learns of Voltaire and Plato. He studies philosophy, poetry, and art history. He believes he has gained a new understanding of human behaviour after finishing Chekov's plays, he is captivated by 'Treasure Planet', and he is moved in a way he cannot explain upon completing 'Of Mice and Men.'
He senses his guards see him as the world sees Lennie.
He cannot fully articulate the sensation, but the thought troubles him.
There are two topics that stand out to Data more than anything else.
A passion for music and exobiology emerges within him.
He is fascinated by the creatures he reads about – great underwater cephalopods that live in the depths of the oceans across the galaxy, feathered vertebrates that range from small hummingbirds to the large golden eagles that once existed on Earth, and butterflies that come in vibrant colours that take flight for a ritual mating dance in a spectacle of colour unlike anything he could imagine.
Music is equally as enthralling.
It is simultaneously like a language or formula while also being an art form. It is something that is universal to all the various cultures across the galaxy. And while the composition and rhythm of the different musical styles is varied, music is engrained in every part of the Federation.
Captain Long enjoys what she calls 'the Standards.' Data also finds them pleasing. It takes him two hours to complete a study of the Great American Songbook and Captain Long is intrigued that he shares her passion for archaic music. Data believes she has come to see that he is more than just a machine.
She shares with Data that she will be joining the crew in a performance of several selections from the Great American Songbook later that evening.
Data decides to take a risk and requests to attend.
Surprisingly, Captain Long permits this.
Data is escorted to the performance by a security team. He has never seen music performed live before. He sits wide-eyed in the back, his head moving excitedly as he attempts to catalogue to memory every moment of this performance.
He finds it remarkable that the arrangement is the same piece of music he studied, but performed with a different cadence and timbre than the sample in the ship's library. Accessing his internal information bank, he learns that the same musical piece is often interpreted differently by various artists.
Infinite diversity in infinite combinations.
His neural net races with questions for Captain Long. She is a gifted pianist, and he finds her rendition of 'Blue Skies' superior to the version performed by Crosby and Kaye.
When the performance concludes, Data joins the audience in their applause. As the crew begins to mingle with the performance, Data is eager to speak with the performers.
He stands and takes a step, but security immediately stops him.
He stills.
There are four phasers pointed at him and the crew nearest him begin to back away.
"I desire to speak with the performers," Data states.
Security orders him to be quiet.
Captain Long notices the situation out of the corner of her eye and orders security to stand down. She invites Data over with a wave of her hand and introduces him to the various crew members that had performed in the ensemble.
He has many questions.
After twenty minutes, Captain Long senses there will be no end to satisfying his curiosity. She tells Data that she would like to see him in her ready room in the morning.
The next day, Data is escorted to Captain Long's ready room. It is the first time he is permitted to see the Bridge. When he steps onto the Bridge, he takes site of the main viewer and, for the first time, the sea of stars that surrounds them.
His breath hitches and he stops as he soaks in the inky blackness of the vast expanse of the universe.
A security officer nudges him forward.
Once inside the ready room, Captain Long offers him a seat.
Data thanks her.
During the testing, he is required to stand for hours or lay on an exam table.
No one has ever offered him a seat like a person.
Captain Long explains that they are halfway to their scheduled rendezvous with the USS Exeter that will transport Data to Starfleet Command Headquarters on Earth.
In the meantime, she would like to offer Data guest quarters. She doesn't believe he's any threat. She calls him a 'unique lifeform' and thanks him for his patience and cooperation with their safety procedures.
She advises there will still be a security detail outside his quarters, but he will be permitted privacy within the quarters.
She also explains that he will be permitted to visit the lounge, hydroponic garden, and library with a security escort.
Data continues to absorb and learn. He offers to help Ensign Henderson plant Andorian tubers and yelg melons. He enjoys his time in the garden with Henderson. And with the permission of the Captain, he uses the replicator to create an acoustic guitar.
At first, he struggles with continually breaking the strings. After much trial and error, he learns the correct amount of pressure he must apply to achieve the proper note without breaking the strings. The ability to play does not come naturally, it requires practice. But Data has the advantage that he does not require rest.
He pours himself into it, and by the end of the second day he is able to play at what could be considered an intermediate level.
Captain Long continues to visit him daily. They play chess, talk about his newfound love of plants, and discuss music. She is impressed with his musical pursuits and suggests he may also enjoy other string instruments.
The next day, she presents Data with a violin and shares that she also plays. She teaches Data how to properly hold and tune the instrument. He finds that learning an instrument as a shared experience is superior to learning alone.
A week later, Data is in the hydroponic garden with Ensign Henderson when he first experiences a ship-wide red alert. The Tripoli has encountered a rogue temporal disruption that has caused a hull breach on deck seven. They are venting atmosphere on that deck. The backup life support system has failed to engage and the only way to circumvent the failure is through a manual override.
Data doesn't hesitate.
He knows he is the only person on the ship that can survive exposure to the deck to reach the manual override panel. His security escort tries to stop him.
"Please let me pass. I can help," Data says politely.
"Move away from the door," the ensign orders.
"If you do not permit me to leave, many lives will be lost," Data explains.
"Move away from the door," the ensign repeats.
Data's programming does not allow him to back down. The loss of life must be prevented.
The ensign draws his phaser, but Data moves too quickly. He seals the door behind him and makes his way to deck seven.
He uses the turbolift to gain access to the deck and is able to override the computer and open the bulkhead that is preventing the spread of the breach. It takes him forty-nine seconds to locate the panel and access the override protocol.
There is a gentle hum as the backup life support system begins to fill the sealed rooms on deck seven. Two crew members that were caught in the corridor have died, but Data has managed to save the other twenty-one lives that were on deck seven.
A few moments later, Engineering is able to repair the shield. Data finds two security teams waiting for him on the opposite side of the bulkhead.
He is escorted to the brig and returned to his previous holding cell. Data complies with his detainment. He disobeyed the Captain by traveling through the ship without a security escort. His positronic brain struggles to understand how he could disobey the order.
He understands he is programmed to be polite and to follow rules, laws, and customs as appropriate. However, there is a deeper directive in his neural net, one that requires preservation of life.
For the first time, Data begins to see nuance.
Much like various musical interpretations of the same arrangement, he now sees there are also various interpretations of ethical dilemmas.
After an hour, Captain Long comes down to the Bridge. She apologises for the arrest and thanks him for saving the lives of her crew.
She orders Data be released and invites him to join her in her ready room.
"How did you know to initiate a manual override, Data? And how did you even know where to find it?" Captain Long asks.
She is sitting back in her chair, her arms crossed as she eyes the Android with a look of concern.
"The Tripoli is a Cruiser class ship. I have read the specifications of all current Starfleet vessels," Data states innocently.
"If one were to sabotage this ship what would be the easiest way to do so?" she asks as her eyes narrow.
Data cocks his head to the side as he contemplates her question.
"There are several possible methods a saboteur could use. The method of choice would depend on the goal of the saboteur. If their intention were to take control of the ship, a false emergency triggering an order to abandon the ship would be the most proficient. If the intention were to destroy the ship, dropping the warp core containment would quickly and efficiently complete the task," Data answers.
"And you have the knowledge and means to achieve either and yet you have not," she replies as she uncrosses her arms and leans forward.
Data is taken aback.
"I have no cause to destroy this vessel. Furthermore, my ethical programming would never permit me to partake in such actions," Data explains.
There is a pause. Data takes another risk.
"Captain, if you are concerned that I am a threat due to my earlier actions then I would like to apologise. My programming compelled me to act. Even though I knew it was disobeying your order, I was compelled to initiate the manual override. I understand if you and the crew feel safer with returning me to the brig. I accept any punishment for my actions," Data says softly.
Captain Long looks at him and smiles.
"That will not be necessary. Thank you, Mr Data. You did good work today," she assures him.
Data is permitted to keep his quarters.
The next day, Captain Long requests Data join her on the Bridge. She permits Data to observe a typical shift. He has many questions about the roles of the various officers which he catalogues to memory to ask the Captain later.
He recognises she is busy in command and does not wish to spoil the opportunity. The last thing Data wishes to be is a nuisance.
After their shift completes, Captain Long takes Data along to the lounge where she dines with her First Officer and Helmsman. She asks Data if has thought about joining Starfleet.
The Helmsman is shocked by the question.
"It's a machine," Lieutenant George scoffs.
"He's an android, Lieutenant. And Mr Data has shown many of the qualities that Starfleet seeks in its applicants. You will not speak of him like that again," Captain Long orders.
"Sorry, sir," George replies.
"Do not apologise to me," Captain Long says. "Apologise to Mr Data."
Data can see Lieutenant George is taken aback by her order, but he complies nonetheless.
"Captain, do you really believe I would be permitted to join Starfleet?" Data asks.
He has not considered this possibility. In fact, he has not considered anything beyond learning as much as he can about the world around him.
"I don't see why not. I think you should consider applying, but you'll need to decide what you want to do with yourself Mr Data," Captain Long explains.
The words stick with him. He has not contemplated what to do with himself. He knows he will be brought to Starfleet Commander for testing and further study. He has not thought about life beyond that.
For the remainder of the trip, Data studies the history of Starfleet, Starfleet regulations, and the requirements for entrance. He finds that he is eager to reach San Francisco as he believes Starfleet's opportunity for learning will fill his insatiable desire for knowledge.
On the final night of his time aboard the Tripoli, Data invites Captain Long to his quarters for a dinner he has prepared personally.
He has studied human customs regarding gratitude and would like to repay her for the kindness and patience she has shown him.
With the help of Ensign Henderson in the hydroponic garden, Data has harvested a successful crop of blackberries that he intends to leave as a gift for the Captain.
When she arrives, she is touched by his gesture. It is surprisingly human.
Captain Mindy Long tries to enjoy the evening as Data shares his excitement about Starfleet. She can see the spark in his eyes as he babbles on about the exobiology courses Starfleet offers.
But there is a cloud hanging over this dinner. Captain Long doesn't want to deflate his mood, but she feels a certain responsibility for this sweet, somewhat naïve man before her.
"Data, I'm not sure how to say this but I feel I should warn you. There are a lot of people out there like Helmsman George. Not everyone is going to see you like I do. Prejudice, Data. I want you to be prepared for prejudice," she says sadly.
She is struggling to put words to the concern she has.
"I would like you to write me. I'll write you too. But I won't be there to protect you. I am afraid you will have to fight for your personhood. Do you understand?" she asks him directly.
"I have observed most humans are uncomfortable in my presence. I am grateful that you are not. My neural pathways have become accustomed to your presence. I believe that in the absence of that input, I will miss you," Data says honestly.
"I will miss you too," she replies.
And she means it.
As the Captain of Federation starship, Mindy Long must maintain a professional distance between herself and her crew. She is not permitted close friends nor romantic entanglements. Although she didn't know it when they found him, she has come to appreciate the humanity of this kind-hearted, inquisitive android that shares her passions.
She feels like the universe has dropped a gift in her lap.
"Captain?" Data asks as he notices she is staring at him with a blank look on her face.
Captain Long shakes her head and apologises for getting lost in her own thoughts.
As the evening draws to a close, Data moves the dishes to the replicator and thanks Captain Long again.
"I am grateful to have met you, Captain," Data says in earnest.
"You are a very special lifeform, Mr Data," Captain Long replies.
She's not sure what compels her to do so, but Mindy Long wraps her arms around the android and gives him a hug.
Data goes stiff. Arms at his side, he is visibly confused.
"Captain, why are you attempting to detain me?" Data asks.
"It's called a hug, Data," she replies, her head against his chest.
Data accesses his internal information bank for the word 'hug.' After 0.043 seconds, he understands this is a human act of affection.
Now understanding the act, Data relaxes and returns the embrace.
They stay like that for a moment before Captain Long pulls back and looks at up him.
She places her hands on the sides of his face and pulls him down for a kiss.
Something in Data changes as he senses his neural net accessing a new programming routine.
Captain Long is certain she has lost her mind.
But there's something very natural in the way that he responds. His hands on her back pull her closer. His tongue feels no different than human muscle. Just like a human body, he is warm against her.
It has been long time since anyone has held her like this and Captain Long decides to let herself go.
He is an intuitive and generous lover.
Captain Long has dedicated her life to Starfleet. She is seen by her crew as being a fair, but tough captain. She's well past the prime of her youth, and most days doesn't feel like anything special.
But as he watches her, golden eyes wide with wonder and his mouth hanging slightly open, she feels extraordinary.
The next morning, Data brings her a bourbon rose he has grown in the garden and asks if she would like to repeat the experience.
"In my study of human relationships, it would seem we are-" he pauses as Captain Long puts up a hand signalling he should stop.
"We are not in a relationship, Mr Data," Captain Long clarifies.
"Was my performance inadequate?" Data asks, concerned.
Captain Long realises the gravity of her temporary lapse in judgement.
"No, Data," she replies awkwardly.
They have another three hours before they will meet up with the Exeter and it takes nearly all that time to explain to Data the nuances between sex and relationships.
He cannot fully articulate his feelings.
"I understand, Captain. I would like you to know that you are special to me. I value our friendship," Data says.
"I'm an old bird, Data. But thanks for indulging me," she replies dryly.
"If your concern is your chronological age, please know that I do consider such criteria to be of any relevance. I find you aesthetically pleasing," Data assures her.
Captain Long laughs and shakes her head.
"Maybe another time, another place," she says wistfully.
"Are you saying you may be open to pursuing a relationship in the future?" Data inquires.
"No, Data. It's just an old saying," she replies.
He tilts his head to the side as he scans through human colloquialisms to understand the meaning.
"Ah! I see," he says brightly before his tone changes to one marked with sadness, "if we were two different people in different roles. If I were not me and you were not you."
Before he is beamed aboard the Exeter, Data promises to write Captain Long. She gives him a letter of recommendation she has written on his behalf for Starfleet Academy. She also tells him she looks forward to his letters and cannot wait to learn of all the adventures he will have.
Data decides to take one last risk.
He cannot think of another way to properly thank the person that has introduced him to music, art, friendship, and intimacy.
Before stepping onto the transporter pad, he kisses her hand and notes a momentary look of fondness in her eyes as he departs.
Three days later, Captain Long and the crew of the Tripoli disappear near the Cardassian border.
After two weeks they are declared officially missing in action.
But Data knows nothing of this - nor will he for a long time.
Immediately after he is beamed aboard the Exeter, he is greeted by Captain Jeremy Riordan and several security personnel.
They confiscate the chest of personal belongings Data has brought with him. It is not much - a change of clothing, the guitar and violin he has come to treasure, the letter from Captain Long, and a pineapple he has grown aboard the Tripoli.
As the security personnel pull the belongings from the chest, they examine each item carefully.
"That is a gift for you, Captain," Data explains.
"Take the machine to storage," Captain Riordan orders.
"Captain, I was wondering if it would be possible for me to-" he starts to say but is cut off by a phaser blast from one of the security personnel.
Data falters, shocked by the move.
"Captain, I do not understand," Data says pleadingly.
"I don't either," Captain Riordan snarls. "I've read your schematics. I think you're a weapon. And I think they should have neutralised you when they found you. I don't want you on my ship. But as I have been ordered to transport you to Starfleet HQ, I intend to ensure you aren't a danger."
"I am no danger to you, Captain," Data tries to explain. "I spent most of my time on the Tripoli helping in the garden and in the library. But I will be happy to remain in my quarters if that is your preference."
"Quarters are for guests. Security escort this piece of machinery to storage," Riordan orders.
Data asks the Captain if they can speak about this, but his pleas fall on deaf ears.
He is escorted to storage by security. He politely complies with their request and climbs into a storage container that is shut and sealed with a security forcefield.
It is dark and he is quite literally boxed in.
Data is uncomfortable.
It is lonely and boring. Based on his calculations, they will reach Earth in three weeks, nine hours, and twenty-eight minutes.
He passes the time by replaying his memory engrams from aboard the Tripoli. He misses Captain Long and Ensign Henderson. To keep his mind occupied, he runs through all of the various plant and animal species he has studied. When that runs out, he moves onto reviewing his study of probability mechanics in preparation for the Starfleet entrance exam.
And when that runs out, he falls back on his love of music to occupy his time.
"Nothing but blue skies, do I see," he sings.
He sings it so often, it becomes an escape, a coping mechanism to push away the isolation and darkness.
Data makes a valiant effort to keep his neural net stimulated, but his internal chronometer makes him unable to forget exactly how long he's been alone in the dark.
He knows that three weeks, nine hours, and twenty-eight minutes have passed.
Yet, he remains in the storage container.
He begins to count the seconds. His positronic brain is in overdrive as he theorises about possible explanations for his current situation.
It is possible the Exeter has been delayed.
It is also possible that the humans intend to keep him this way.
He sincerely hopes this is not the case, but somewhere inside of him he is gripped by fear that his plans for joining Starfleet may not come to fruition.
Another 14,432 seconds pass before his internal spatial recognition sensors detect the storage container is being moved.
Moments later he realises he is being transported inside the container. He senses his body is being converted to energy and reconverted to matter in a different location. It is a sensation he has only experienced twice before.
The hum of the forcefield around his crate disappears.
After another moment, the storage crate is cracked open, and he feels artificial light on his face for the first time in weeks.
There is a man standing in front of the crate. He is slim with dark hair and wears a blue uniform similar to Ensign Henderson. Data understands from his study of Starfleet protocols, this designates he is a science officer.
"It's magnificent," the man says with breathless wonder.
He steps toward the crate and touches Data's chest.
His use of the word 'it' is not lost on Data.
Data tries to remain calm, but there is something in the way this man is looking at him that sends fear into the deepest recesses of his neural net.
"Hello," Data says, hoping to make an impression that he is humanoid.
The man takes a step back in surprise. The initial shock wears off quickly and he steps back toward Data.
"It is truly brilliant," the man says as he smiles, cupping the sides of Data's face.
After a moment, the man steps back and coaxes Data out of the crate.
Data steps forward several feet.
"Sir, I am Data. And you are?" Data prompts but the man is not listening.
He is circling Data as he runs a tricorder up and down the length of his body. He grabs Data's arm and pulls it out so he can examine his hands.
Without asking, he rolls up the sleeve of Data's jumpsuit and activates the button to open his arm panel.
Data recoils.
He takes a step back and clutches his arm to his chest.
"What are you doing, Sir?" Data asks, his face full of concern.
The man eyes him curiously.
"We will be examining you to assess your construction and capabilities," the man replies.
"I will be happy to comply with any requests for examining my construction. But is it not standard procedure for you to ask for my consent before you begin? I would appreciate you notifying me of what your intentions are," Data says as recalls Captain Long's warning.
The man steps forward and pulls his hand back toward him roughly.
"As I said, we will be examining you. You're a fascinating piece of machinery. We're going to study every inch of you, android. And hopefully, we can find a way to reverse engineer a whole lot more of you," the man says as he runs his tricorder over Data's exposed arm panel.
Data doesn't like this. He wants to leave this situation, but he doesn't even know exactly where he is, and he is encircled by a security team with phasers at the ready.
"Never in all my years of cybernetic research have I seen something so complex," the man mutters as he admires the handiwork of Data's arm.
He lets go of Data's arm and Data pulls it back instinctively. He closes his exposed circuitry and tries to slow his breathing.
The man steps forward and grabs the zipper on his jumpsuit. He begins to lower it.
In a panic, Data's hands reach out and grip the wrists of the science officer tightly.
"Sir?" one of the security ensigns prompts as he awaits orders to fire.
"What are you doing?" Data asks as he keeps his grip on the man's wrists.
He could break them if wanted to, snap them like twigs. But Data doesn't want to hurt him. He only wants him to cease.
"Stand down," the man orders.
The security personnel take a step back.
"Why?" the man asks Data as he looks down at his wrists.
"I do not like being treated in this manner. Were I a human discovered on another planet, you would not treat me in this way. I am afraid that your prejudice toward my artificial nature will lead to harm," Data explains.
"Afraid?" the man scoffs. "You are a machine. You do not have feelings."
"But I do, Sir," Data says brightly. "I would be happy to discuss them with you for your study."
He let's go of the officer and the man steps back. He massages his wrist for a moment.
"If fact, if you would permit me access to my personal effects, I would be happy to demonstrate my passion for music. I have found music to be particularly emotionally stimulating," Data says.
One of the security ensigns hands the man something.
"I think that sounds interesting," the man says.
Data breathes a sigh of relief. He is pleased that he has stood up for himself.
The man steps toward Data and holds out his hand to show a small, circular device.
"This is a biometric scanner implant. It will allow us to scan and track you," the man says.
Data is leery.
"I would like to place this on your neck so that we can get some initial readings for our study," the man says.
Data nods in agreement, hoping that cooperation will demonstrate he is no threat and endear him to Starfleet.
The man steps forward and Data tips his head so the man can place the implant behind his ear. There is a small, sharp feeling as the implant lodges into his bioplast.
"Thank you for explaining," Data says politely.
"Thank you for complying," the man replies.
He steps back and another ensign hands him a small, handheld device.
"And now I don't believe compliance will be a further issue," the man says.
His hand activates a button on the handheld and Data drops to his knees as a painful, high-frequency burst of a hypersonic pulse radiates throughout his body.
After a moment, it stops.
Data looks up at the man, confused and hurt in a way he cannot explain.
Is this deception? Data thinks to himself.
"The next time you disobey me, you will experience this," the man warns.
"Why?" Data manages to say before the pain surges through him again.
"You will not speak unless I ask you a question," the man says coldly.
Data's mouth has gone dry. He is unable to fathom the cruelty of this situation.
"Do you understand, android?" the man asks.
Data nods.
"Good. Do not disobey me again. Because I will get what I want from you even if it means I have to do it piece by piece," the man sneers.
An alarming thought creeps into Data's positronic brain. He does not wish to be disassembled. This is a most disturbing notion.
"Return the android to the holding crate and have it sent to my lab," the man orders.
"Right away, Commander Maddox," one of the security personnel replies.
Present
"Tasha, what's wrong?" Geordi asked as he came running toward the pair.
Tasha looked deeply concerned and he could see there was something very wrong with Data.
"I'm not exactly sure," Tasha replied honestly.
Data rocked back and forth rapidly, singing absentmindedly with his eyes closed and his face contorted in pain.
"He was telling me he was uncomfortable with the Edo touching him and then it was like something snapped in him," Tasha said.
"Data, Data?" Geordi said as he knelt down next to his friend and put his hand on Data's knee.
Data looked up at Geordi and opened his eyes. His head continued to twitch uncontrollably.
Tasha was rubbing his back. Geordi had pulled out his tricorder and was trying to assess the situation.
He was troubled seeing his best friend like this. He knew Tasha was trying to stay calm, but he could sense she was equally as nervous.
"Geordi, I want to ask you if you know anything about what happened to Data. Before he was in Starfleet," Tasha said seriously.
Geordi sat back on his knees as he understood where she was headed with her question.
"It just, I know that he's said there were people that didn't treat him like a person. And the way he's acting, it's like when something retriggers a traumatic memory," Tasha explained.
Geordi understood perfectly. If there was anyone that would recognise what Data was going through, it would be Tasha.
"I don't know everything," Geordi said cautiously. "I know that he doesn't like anyone else in Engineering working on him. Specifically, he doesn't like anyone touching him aside from me."
"Do you think we should get him back onboard the Enterprise?" Tasha asked.
"I don't think this is a problem with his circuitry, Tasha," Geordi stated as he closed his tricorder. "I think this is mental, emotional."
Geordi took a hold of Data's left hand. Tasha reached down and grabbed his left.
"Hey Data, it's Geordi and Tasha's here too," Geordi said in a low, calming voice.
"We're both here, Data. We're right here," Tasha said.
Stardate 18293.12 | Starfleet Headquarters, San Francisco | Earth
Data has spent another eight hours and six minutes in the crate. He doesn't like the darkness, but he finds it preferable to the time he spends in the lab.
Commander Bruce Maddox is a formidable man, and he has little patience for Data's idiosyncrasies.
He scans and studies, pokes and prods, inspects and intrudes upon every inch of Data's synthetic flesh.
Data feels this has violated his sense of decency and self.
He falls back on the literary and music works he studied with Captain Long. He draws strength from the characters he has come to know – the eternal optimism of Sarah Crewe, the determination of Matilda Wormwood, and the indomitable spirit of Jane Eyre.
He wonders why he has not heard from Captain Long.
At first, he believes that there is a possibility Commander Maddox is holding her letters from him.
After some time, he grows concerned. He does not believe Captain Long would simply give up on contacting him. He wants to believe she is a good friend. Surely, she would have raised concerns to Starfleet after this long?
The next time he is removed from the crate, he asks Commander Maddox about Captain Long and the Tripoli.
Commander Maddox ignores his question and orders Data to lie down on the exam table.
"Commander, please. Has Captain Long written to me?" Data inquires.
"Lie down on the table," Maddox repeats.
He is growing agitated.
Data refuses.
"Please answer my question, Commander," Data says politely.
Maddox presses the handheld and Data falls to the ground in pain.
"Get up and get on the table," Maddox orders irately.
"I will not comply until you answer my question," Data replies firmly.
Maddox is furious. He presses the button and holds it down.
Data stares back at him definitely for as long as he can sustain until it becomes unbearable and writhes in pain.
After sixty-eight seconds, Commander Maddox releases the device.
"She doesn't care about you," Commander Maddox tells him.
Data doesn't believe him.
"Captain Long is my friend," Data replies as he sits up and leans against the exam table.
"You don't have friends. You are a machine," Maddox says.
Data feels this is wrong. He trusts Captain Long. He may not have years of social experience with humans, but he refuses to believe that his experience aboard the Tripoli is not valid.
"Back into the crate," Maddox orders.
Data pulls himself and walks back to the crate.
Before sealing it, Maddox takes hold of Data's forearm.
Data watches in horror as Maddox detaches it and turns it in his hand.
"As I said before, I will take what I need for my research even if it means I have to do it piece by piece," Maddox says darkly.
Maddox leaves Data in the crate for fourteen days, six hours and three minutes. Data can still function without his arm, but he feels a piece of him has been lost. It's not the missing arm, something inside of him has changed as the reality of his situation weighs heavily on him.
When Maddox finally returns to release him, Data's brain is full of questions.
And fear.
Data theorises his survival is dependent upon compliance.
He lays down on the table without hesitation. He suppresses a shudder when Maddox removes his clothing against his will. He dutifully complies with every test and does not protest against the daily violations against his bodily autonomy.
Maddox is thorough.
He tests Data's bioplast skin against extreme heat and cold, various chemical components, and a variant of corrosive materials. Data's auditory, olfactory, optical, and somatosensory receptors are run through a rigorous series of scenarios to evaluate exactly how they function.
Data's body is pushed to its limit to calculate the precise limitations of his design.
And every step, Maddox instils in Data that he is a machine – emotionless, incapable of fathoming the depth of complexity that is humanity, a machine only and not a man.
After seven months, Maddox's research changes.
He observes Data play his ensigns in chess, evaluating the android's ability to strategise. Maddox thinks it is pathetic that Data tries to engage the ensigns in conversation.
Data craves human interaction. He asks each ensign about Starfleet and shares he hopes to one day join Starfleet himself.
Maddox begins to see that Data is intentionally dragging out these chess games to permit himself more time with the ensigns.
Maddox orders the ensigns to not respond to Data's questions.
This changes something within Data. He realises he is playing a metaphorical game of chess with Commander Maddox.
Data responds in kind by defeating all of his opponents as quickly as possible. He still maintains his friendly demeanour with the ensigns he is forced to play against, but they remain silent.
He only hopes that his continued kindness will endear him to these ensigns.
Because despite men like Captain Riordan and Commander Maddox, Data's experience aboard the Tripoli and his literary research, have led him to believe that deep down most humans are good people.
He surmises that Riordan and Maddox are the exception, and not the norm.
Maddox has grown bored with Data's antics during the chess study. He decides to give Data his violin and begins to study Data's learning abilities.
Data's breath hitches when Maddox hands him the instrument and bow.
Data wants to thank him, but understands he is not to address the Commander until he is spoken to.
"You can speak, android," Maddox says lazily.
"Thank you, Sir," Data says in earnest.
He runs his hand along the wood, feeling the familiar touch of the piece and a sense of hope is rekindled within him.
"I am most grateful that you-" Data stops as Maddox holds up a hand to silence him.
"Ah, ah. You are not grateful, Data," Maddox warns.
Data wants to apologise but he knows that will further anger Maddox.
"You are correct, Sir," Data says meekly.
"And why is that?" Maddox asks as he guides Data to the reply he is expecting.
"I am an android, Sir. I am not capable of feeling," Data responds emotionlessly.
"Very good," Maddox says.
He is pleased that Data has come to accept his role in Maddox's research.
"May I ask a question?" Data inquires.
It is a risk, but one that Data feels he must take.
He has calculated there is a 73.5% chance that Maddox will punish him with the handheld device and return him to the crate. There is a 16.8% chance that Commander Maddox will answer his question.
But Data has also determined there is a 9.7% chance that Maddox will disassemble him. Data speculates this is the least likely scenario as Maddox can gain far more from him assembled, but Maddox can be unpredictable.
"One question," Maddox says, indulging the android.
"Am I a prisoner?" Data asks flatly.
Maddox scoffs. He certainly hadn't been expecting that.
"No Data, you are not a prisoner," Maddox smiles.
"Then am I permitted to leave of my own free will?" Data inquires, risking a second question.
"I don't recall permitting you ask a follow up question," Maddox snaps.
Data freezes and prepares himself for Maddox to use the device on him again, but nothing happens.
Maddox doesn't need the device to put the android in his place.
"People are prisoners, Data. Machines are property," Maddox says coldly.
Data has now spent 1213 days in the crate. It was ninety-three days earlier when Maddox had told him he was not a person, but merely a piece of property.
At the very least, he has not been disassembled. And for Data, the fact that he is still alive means there is hope that someday he will be free of this crate.
What Data doesn't know is that Commander Maddox has presented his research to a panel that includes the head of Starfleet's scientific division and the Chief of Starfleet Operations. Maddox has submitted a request for additional lab space and personnel as he intends to disassemble Data in order to reverse engineer a series of androids.
Commander Rahim Farooq is the Chief of Starfleet Operations and an old friend of Captain Mindy Long.
When he learns the android was transported aboard the Tripoli shortly before her disappearance, Commander Farooq begins to pour through all transmissions from the final weeks of the Tripoli.
Among his findings is a letter of recommendation to Starfleet Academy written by Captain Long regarding the android. She sent the message via subspace command to the Starfleet Academy where it was filed away as it did not correspond to any recent Academy applicant.
Farooq demands to meet the android and is sceptical of Maddox's resistance.
A day later, arrangements are made for Farooq to meet the android under Maddox's supervision. Maddox warns Farooq that the android is dangerous and insists that he be permitted to monitor their meeting from an observation window.
Data is released from the crate and escorted by security to a meeting room where he is instructed to sit in a metal chair.
He is not told what is happening.
Data begins to hum softly to himself as he waits. If this is to be his end, then he would like to think of fond memories before his programming is terminated.
Commander Farooq stands outside of the observation window with Commander Maddox and watches the android carefully.
He recognises the tune – it was one of Captain Long's favourite pieces of music. The unsettlingly pale tone of his skin aside, the android appears to be quite human.
"He certainly doesn't look dangerous," Farooq says to Maddox.
After a moment he enters, Data immediately stops humming and sits up straight.
"Hello, I am Commander Farooq," he says, greeting Data.
He pulls out the chair and sits down across the table from Data.
Data says nothing. He glances toward the mirror that he knows is a one-way viewscreen seeking permission to speak, but Commander Maddox says nothing.
"Do you speak?" Farooq questions.
Again, Data looks to the mirror for permission.
When there is no response, Data's neural net is overwhelmed. He does not know if this is a test, if Commander Maddox has been removed, or if there is something else going on.
Before he can respond, Commander Farooq tries another approach.
"No need to be shy son, I like the song you were humming. It was a favourite of an old friend of mine, Captain Mindy Long," Farooq says.
Data's eyes light up.
"Captain Long is my friend," Data says simply. "I have not heard from her in 1213 days. Is she alright?"
Commander Farooq is confused by this. He eyes the android carefully.
"Actually, I was hoping you could tell me a little more about your time on the Tripoli," Farooq replies.
"I spent seventy days, nine hours, and thirty-one minutes aboard the Tripoli," Data explains.
"And you have a perfect memory? You can recall conversations and details exactly as they occurred?" Farooq inquires.
"That is correct, Sir," Data answers.
"I would like you to tell me what happened during your last few days aboard the Tripoli. Was there anything unusual?" Farooq asks.
Data senses there must be a reason for his questions. Data needs information. But he also knows that Commander Maddox is likely watching the conversation.
He realises this may be his only opportunity for escape.
"May I have something to write with?" Data asks knowing he must get a message to this Commander Farooq without Maddox hearing it.
Farooq acknowledges the request and pulls a small device from a briefcase. He slides it across the table to Data, who recognises it as a personal recording device similar to one Captain Long had.
His fingers work quickly as he types a message to Farooq.
"Here are the details of the last few days I was aboard the ship," Data says as he hands the device back to Farooq.
Eager for details, Farooq begins to read the screen.
Has something happened to Captain Long? She promised she would write but I have not heard from her. I believed Commander Maddox was holding her letters from me, but your questions have left me wondering if there is another explanation for her silence.
Is this why I am being held as a prisoner?
I am willing to cooperate with any questions you have but please do not use the device on me again.
"Thank you, this will be quite helpful," Commander Farooq says.
He taps the combadge on his chest and orders his staff to escort Commander Maddox to his office to discuss the android with his staffer.
A moment later the door opens, and Maddox pokes his head into the room.
"Shall we walk over together?" Maddox suggests.
"You head out, I'll be along in a little while," Farooq replies.
"I can wait," Maddox says.
He doesn't want to leave Data alone with Farooq. He can feel that the situation is slipping out of his control. He's afraid what will happen if Data is permitted to speak with Farooq alone.
"That's an order, Commander," Farooq says.
Maddox clears his throat uncomfortable.
"Be careful. This piece of machinery is dangerous," Maddox cautions as he shoots Data an intimidating look.
Once Maddox is gone, Data thanks Commander Farooq.
"Why do you believe you are a prisoner?" Farooq inquires.
"My name is Data," he tells the Commander. "And I will answer any questions you have but I have three requests."
Commander Farooq nods.
"Please tell me what has happened to Captain Long. Please remove the implant that is used to punish me. And please do not put me back into the crate," Data says.
Three hours later, Data accompanies Commander Farooq out of the Starfleet Headquarters Cybernetics building. He follows obediently as they walk to exit through the large glass doors onto the Starfleet HQ campus.
For the first time in his life, Data feels real sunshine on his skin.
Commander Farooq isn't exactly sure what to do with Data, but he knows that this lifeform doesn't belong in a crate in an underground lab.
He takes Data to his own quarters where they are greeted by his corgi, Apollo. Any doubts he had about this android are quickly dispelled as he watches him interact with the dog.
Rahim Farooq believes Apollo is an excellent judge of character and the android seems to instinctively know how to interact with the animal. He is affectionate and speaks kindly to the dog.
Before leaving Starfleet, he had informed Data that Captain Long and the Tripoli have been missing since shortly after transporting him to the Exeter.
As Data scans the surroundings of Commander Farooq's quarters, his eyes fall on a picture of Captain Long and Commander Farooq.
Rahim notes the look of sadness in the android's strange yellow eyes.
"Mindy was a good friend," Farooq admits.
"She was special to me," Data replies strangely.
Several days later a hearing is scheduled regarding the behaviour of Commander Maddox.
The majority of the information about the conditions Data has been subjected to are not introduced as evidence. Data is not permitted to give testimony, nor is he allowed to attend the hearing.
Maddox successfully convinces the panel that Data is incapable of feeling and thus his actions could not have harmed this machine in any way.
The panel agrees and Data feels hurt in a way he cannot describe.
But the panel also finds Maddox's methods to be at the boundary of what Starfleet finds acceptable. Maddox will not be punished. He is reassigned to the cybernetics lab on Starbase 8. His requests for additional lab space and personnel are denied.
Maddox returns to his lab and trashes it in a fit of rage. Slamming his fists on the cold, steel exam table he breaks down into tears as he curses the android that has set his research back.
Data was his best hope for building functioning androids, and now that disobedient machine had ruined the opportunity.
Maddox will move on, but he will never forget.
Less than a year later, Data applies to Starfleet academy. He is the highest performing applicant of the most recent batch of Starfleet hopefuls.
When Data arrives for his final application interview with a board of Starfleet Academy personnel, he is initially mortified by the presence of Commander Maddox.
Maddox is on a short sabbatical teaching at the academy for a few months before returning to his punishment posting at the outskirts of the Alpha quadrant.
"He doesn't qualify, he is a machine," Maddox says.
Much to his dismay, Maddox is the lone 'no' vote as the rest of the entrance board find Data to be an exemplary applicant.
Data has done his best during the testing process to endear himself to the other applicants and board members with his kind-hearted nature. Drawing inspiration from the fictional characters he has come to admire, Data focuses on treating others with kindness and respect - and hopes he will be treated the same.
Tasha and Geordi had been sitting with Data for several minutes. His rocked had slowed and he had opened his eyes. For the last minute, he had been staring at the grass.
Geordi was about to radio for Engineering to send down a more sophisticated scanning kit, when Data gave both of their hands a small squeeze.
"Data?" Tasha asked.
"I am here," he said softly.
Geordi let out a sigh of relief.
"You had us both pretty worried there, buddy," Geordi said.
"I am sorry I have caused you both concern," Data apologised.
"Data you don't have to apologise for anything," Geordi said firmly.
"We're worried about you because we love you. Do you want to talk about what happened?" Tasha said as she brushed his hair back.
"Not at this time," Data replied distantly.
"I think it might be a good idea to talk with Counsellor Troi, Data," Geordi suggested.
Data nodded in agreement.
"Yes, Geordi. I believe that is an excellent suggestion," Data said concurring with Geordi's recommendation.
Suddenly, Tasha's combadge pinged.
"Lieutenant, are you just about finished with your initial security scan?" Riker's voice rang out.
"Nearly there, Sir," Tasha responded.
"As soon as you're done, meet up with Commander Data and Lieutenant Worf. I want you three to take a look at the accommodations the Edo have offered us," Riker ordered.
"Understood, Sir," Tasha acknowledged.
"Are you OK, Data? We can beam you back to the Enterprise if needed. I can go with you," Geordi offered.
"Thank you, Geordi. I will be fine," Data said.
He could sense a change in Data's posture. He was beginning to relax and Geordi suspected Tasha and Data would want a moment to themselves.
"Ok, Data. If you want to talk, I'm just a ping away," Geordi said as he tapped his combadge.
He nodded to the pair and made his way out of the garden and back to the main building where he had been examining the Edo's energy source.
As soon as Geordi was gone, Data turned to Tasha and embraced her.
His grip was tight, desperate almost for something to cling to as he held her close. He needed to know she was there. He needed to know she was real.
"I'm right here," Tasha whispered. "And I'm not going anywhere."
An hour later they had completed their scan of the accommodations the Edo had offered them. There were similar facilities across the planet in various Edo colonies that were more than sufficient for the Enterprise crew.
They met up with the rest of the away team outside of the main building and prepared to beam back aboard the Enterprise.
Upon their return, there was a small crowd of the Edo that had gathered. Word of their arrival had spread quickly across the planet and the Edo were curious to greet the visitors.
Tasha spotted two Edo eyeing Data off to the side. When they made a move toward him, she stepped in between them.
With a wide smile, she held out her hand to greet them.
"Health and happiness to you," she said as she extended her right hand.
The pair were friendly enough, but a little dejected.
Tasha bid them farewell and turned to Data.
"Time to go, Commander," Tasha said.
She grabbed his arm and discreetly shuffled him over their departure spot.
Data felt a welcome sensation of relief as their energy signatures rematerialised on the transporter pad.
"Welcome back," Chief O'Brien greeted them as they stepped off the pad.
"Thanks, Chief," Riker said with a nod.
"Is it really as beautiful as they say?" O'Brien asked.
"That, and more," Geordi said.
The away team joined Captain Picard in the observation lounge where they provided him with a short debrief on their findings.
Security would finalise their report in the morning and Commander Riker would draw up the treaty of agreement for shore leave with the Edo. It was standard procedure for any Starfleet use of a planet and outlined Starfleet's willingness to abide by the laws and customs of the world on which they were visiting.
Picard explained they would send another away team back in the morning to finalise their agreement with the Edo and then shore leave could begin.
He dismissed his officers and then scurried out of the Observation Lounge to prepare for their upcoming leave.
On the way out, Data caught Counsellor Troi in the corridor.
"Counsellor, I desperately need to speak with you," Data said.
There was an urgency in his request and Deanna could sense strong feelings of a deeply repressed hurt coming off him.
"Are you alright, Data?" she asked as she noted the strange look on his face.
"No, Counsellor. I am not. But I believe with your help I can be," Data replied.
Tasha had noticed Data's beeline for the Counsellor and was relieved to see them speaking.
"I'll be in my quarters if you, well, you know where to find me," Tasha said reassuring Data that she would be there when he was done speaking with Counsellor Troi.
"Tasha, wait," Data said as reached out and grabbed her arm.
Tasha stopped and turned back to the pair.
"I would like you to come with me," Data said.
When they reached Counsellor Troi's office, she motioned for them to take a seat.
"What's going on Data?" Counsellor Troi asked as she slipped into the seat across from them.
"Earlier today when we encountered the Edo they were quite interested in my physical makeup," Data explained.
He looked down at his feet and took a breath before looking back up at Counsellor Troi.
"It caused memories to surface of a time that was difficult for me," Data said.
"A traumatic memory?" Counsellor Troi inquired.
"Several. They are my earliest memories of my initial relationship with Starfleet," Data went on.
He gripped Tasha's hand for support.
"After my activation I spent ten weeks aboard the USS Tripoli. These were mostly pleasant memories. After I left the Tripoli, I encountered several people that saw me as a machine rather than a sentient lifeform," Data explained.
"I am sensing this greatly bothers you," Deanna said.
Data nodded.
"I do not like being treated as a piece of equipment. There was a researcher that subjected me to months of experiments without my consent. I would describe them as painful and humiliating," Data said darkly.
Tasha closed her eyes as she listened to Data share the pain of his experience at the hands of Starfleet's science division.
"Earlier you said 1213 days. Was that, was that how long they-" Tasha couldn't finish the sentence.
She was horrified.
"If you are inquiring if that is the length of time I was subjected to these experiments the answer is no," Data said.
Tasha breathed a sigh of relief.
"1213 days, seventeen hours, forty-four minutes, and nine seconds is the length of time I was held in a storage crate between experiments," Data said as he looked at Tasha.
She stared back at him, her mouth slightly ajar, unsure of what to say.
She wanted to hold him and give him all the love assurance in the universe that he was loved.
But she didn't need to say it.
He knew.
"I do not expect us to discuss this in depth today, but I would like to set up a time to do so after our shore leave," Data explained as he turned back to Counsellor Troi.
Counsellor Troi nodded.
"I think that is an excellent idea, Data," she said.
"Thank you, Counsellor," Data said gratefully.
"Data, can I ask you a question? Are you nervous this might happen again down on the planet?" Deanna asked as she sensed Data was still cautious.
"Yes," Data replied honestly.
"How will you respond if it happens again?" Deanna questioned.
"Are you referring to coping mechanisms, Counsellor?" Data asked.
Deanna nodded.
Data contemplated her question. Before he could answer, Tasha stepped in.
"I noticed you were singing earlier, Data. Was there something special about that song?" Tasha asked.
Data accessed his memory engrams from earlier in the day.
"Ah, yes," he said as realisation hit him.
He hadn't noticed in the moment, but Tasha was correct. He had been singing. It was the same song he had fallen back on for comfort so many times in the dark solitude of that crate.
"It is a song that provided comforting memories for me during a time of," Data paused as he tried to find a word to accurately describe the situation, "misery."
"Data, I think it may be a good idea if I were to skip the climb with Worf. We can head out on our own and spend the day wherever you want," Tasha suggested.
"No, Tasha. I would greatly desire that you do not break your scheduled climb with Worf," Data said seriously.
Deanna could sense there was something Data was hiding but he beat her to the punch.
"I would like to spend several hours with Geordi during leave. Please," Data explained.
Tasha smiled. She understood perfectly.
"Why didn't you just say so?" Tasha teased.
"I think you both spending some time with friends sounds like an excellent use of your shore leave," Deanna said.
Data nodded and stood up, pulling Tasha up with him.
"Thank you for listening Counsellor," Data acknowledged.
"I'm always here, Data," she assured him.
Deanna stood up and reached out to Data.
Taking hold of his hands she smiled.
"Data I am sorry that you had to experience that. But I want you to know that I think you are quite brave to talk about it. Thank you for sharing it with us," she said.
Tasha held Data's hand all the way to the turbolift.
She didn't care who saw.
She wasn't going to let go of him.
Once they stepped on to the lift, Tasha ordered the lift to take them to her deck.
"Unless you would rather go to your quarters," she said quickly, kicking herself for not thinking of Data's needs first.
"Computer, halt," Data ordered.
The turbolift ground to a halt.
Tasha turned to Data and waited for him to respond.
"I am feeling like this is a time for friends. Would you accompany me to Ten Forward?" Data requested.
"Yeah," Tasha smiled. "That sounds great."
Data pulled her hand to his lips and placed a kiss on the back of it.
"Computer, Deck ten," Tasha instructed.
Ten Forward was bustling with excitement. The thrill of the likely upcoming shore leave had breathed new life into the crew.
Knowing they were in for some R & R, it seemed like many of the alpha rotation had chosen to spend the night out with friends.
Data and Tasha stepped into the lounge hand in hand.
Scanning the room, Data realised there were no open tables.
"We could grab dinner at the lounge on deck three," Tasha suggested.
From across the room, Keiko spotted Data and waved to him.
"This way," he said, leading Tasha over to a table with Keiko and Chief O'Brien.
"Hi Data!" Keiko said brightly as she greeted the pair.
"Chief," Tasha said as she slid into a chair next to Miles.
"Tasha this is Keiko Ishikawa," Miles said as he turned to Keiko with a rare smile. "And Keiko, this is Tasha Yar."
"Pleasure to meet you," Keiko said to Tasha.
"Likewise," Tasha nodded.
"I will obtain liquid refreshments. Keiko, Chief? Is there anything you would like?" Data asked politely.
Keiko and Miles both indicated they were fine for the moment.
Data left to procure drinks for himself and Tasha at the bar.
"Lieutenant," Keiko started to say but Tasha cut her off.
"Tasha, please," Tasha insisted.
"Tasha," Keiko nodded. "If you don't mind my asking. Has Data been OK lately? We usually see him at the arboretum pretty regularly, but he hasn't been around much the last month."
Tasha bit back a smile. She knew full well what had been occupying much of Data's time.
"I dinnae say a word," Miles said defensively before taking a long gulp from his pint.
Keiko looked from Tasha to Miles and then back to Tasha.
A knowing smile crept onto her face.
"Then the rumours are true?" Keiko said.
"Word really does get around," Tasha said dryly.
Miles shifted uncomfortably.
"What?" he said as he shrugged at Keiko. "I dinnae say a word!"
"I know, Chief. It's my nosy security team that's put in the legwork on that one," Tasha explained.
"Don't fret it. Not like we've got much room to talk," Keiko said as she cast a glance at Miles.
"Chief," Tasha said playfully as she gave O'Brien a light punch on the shoulder.
"What?" he asked.
"Well," Tasha said coyly.
She tipped her head to the side, intentionally dragging out the joke.
"I mean, Keiko you're just a lot prettier than someone I would have suspected to get lured in by this old relic," Tasha teased.
"Hey now!" Miles replied with faux outrage.
"Actually, we have Data to thank for that. He introduced me to Miles," Keiko explained.
Miles nodded in agreement.
"How did he say it? 'I have calculated an 86.23% chance that your personalities are compatible for forming an intimate human relationship'," Keiko said mustering her best impersonation of Data.
"That sounds like Data," Tasha laughed.
"It's been really hard as a civilian. I didn't know anyone when I first came aboard. Data's been such a good friend," Keiko explained.
Both Miles and Keiko noticed Tasha's expression change slightly at Keiko's words. Sure, she was having a good time. But when Keiko said Data had been a 'good friend' it was as if something in Tasha's eyes had lit up.
Internally, it made Tasha feel so good to hear people talk about Data like that – not only like he was another person, but to truly see him for what he was.
Data returned a moment later and set down a tumbler of synthesised whiskey in front of Tasha.
"What are we discussing?" Data asked as he sat down.
"I was just telling Tasha about how you introduced me to Miles," Keiko explained.
"Ah! And is it going well?" Data inquired.
"So far, so good," Keiko smiled as she took Miles's hand.
Data watched the two and smiled.
"That is most excellent," Data said.
"Well, we'll see if you think that after you're stuck with me for three days," Miles said sarcastically.
Keiko rolled her eyes.
"What part of the planet are you heading to?" Tasha inquired.
"We're going to the Edo village to the East of the main colony. It sounds like that's where most of their farming infrastructure is. And there's a small retreat nearby," Keiko explained.
She was happiest with her hands in the dirt and had been thrilled when Miles had agreed to go with her.
"There aren't many of the crew headed that direction so we're looking forward to some time on our own," Miles said.
"Ah! Alone time. For the purpose of coupling?" Data said brightly as he sat up in his chair.
All three heads snapped back to Data at once.
He looked between Tasha and friends and realised he had committed a social faux pas.
Miles looked shocked with embarrassment, Keiko's eyebrows were arched, and Tasha's eyes had gone wide.
"Data, you don't just ask people that!" she said.
Under the table, she gripped his knee in a manner she hoped indicated she was not angry, just stunned by his forwardness.
"I am sorry if I have caused you embarrassment," Data said apologetically.
Miles cleared his throat.
"It's alright, Commander," Miles assured him.
An hour later, Data and Tasha bid Keiko and Miles goodnight and made their way back to Data's quarters. Tasha took a brief shower and then changed into an undershirt and comfortable pair of sleep shorts.
When she stepped into the bedroom, she found Data already on the bed, reading an old-fashioned paperback book. She slipped in next to him nestled into a pillow.
Data set his book down and ordered the computer to dim the lights.
She thought she was just about asleep when she heard Data in her ear.
"Tasha," he whispered.
"Mmmm," she said as she jolted.
"Don't get up," he said, his hand on her arm.
"Too late," she replied without opening her eyes.
"Is coupling not the purpose of shore leave?" Data whispered in an alarmed voice.
"What?" she asked as she tried to understand his question.
It was far too late. And she was much too tired.
"Is coupling not the purpose of shore leave?" Data asked again, this time with increased urgency.
Tasha opened her eyes and rolled over to look at him face to face.
"Data, what are you talking about?" she asked.
"It is my understanding that most couples spend their shore leave with one another intimately," Data said.
Tasha looked confused.
"Intimacy. Coupling. Lovemaking. Fornication. Carnal knowledge. Mating," Data said in an attempt to clarify.
"I'm familiar with the act," Tasha said dryly.
"Dipping the stinger in the honey," Data babbled on.
"Don't ever call it that," Tasha warned.
Data stopped.
"I am sorry," he said immediately.
Tasha nestled into his chest.
"S' fine, Data. Why do you ask?" she said as she snaked her arms around him.
"After our conversation with Chief O'Brien and Keiko I have begun to second guess my understanding of shore leave," Data explained.
Tasha understood.
"I just meant that most people don't talk about their sex lives casually like that. At least not in that kind of setting," Tasha said.
Data considered her statement.
"Oh," he said.
There was a brief pause and Tasha could feel she was beginning to drift back to sleep.
"So, to confirm, coupling is the purpose of shore leave? Or at the very least features prominently?" Data asked.
Tasha sighed and pulled away from him. She let her eyes adjust to the dark for a moment as she took in the eager curiosity that was etched on his features.
"You've planned to spend most of our time in bed?" Tasha asked him dryly.
Data opened his mouth to protest. He hadn't planned for just a bed.
"I mean you intend to spend most of our shore leave intimately?" Tasha inquired.
"It occupies a significant portion of the itinerary," Data said sheepishly.
Tasha laughed and shook her head.
"My intention was not for this to be humorous," Data said, confused by her reaction.
Tasha pulled him close and continued to laugh.
"Tasha? Tasha, why are you giggling?" Data asked.
Tasha rolled on top of him and pushed herself up on her hands.
"You're really cute when you get like this," she said as she tucked an errant strand of hair behind his ear.
Data looked at her quizzically.
"You keep saying that. But my intention is to not make you laugh. My intention is to impress you," Data said seriously.
"You always impress me," Tasha said honestly.
Data's eyes lit up and the left side of his mouth curled upward into a smile as he looked up at her above him.
She placed a kiss chaste kiss on lips before rolling off him.
"Now go to sleep," she said as she turned away from him and nestled back into her pillow. "We've got to be up in, what, six hours?"
"Two hours, nine minutes, and eighteen seconds," Data said scientifically.
Tasha's eyes snapped open as she realised what had occurred.
She only thought she had been drifting off to sleep.
"Data have you been lying awake thinking about this all night?" Tasha asked.
"Perhaps," he said as he curled up against her.
"Better hope you aren't too tired tomorrow," Tasha teased.
"But you know that I do not require-" Data started to say.
He stopped as he realised Tasha was teasing him.
"I assure you I will be fine. You had better hope you can keep up, Lieutenant," Data finished, flipping her own statement back on her.
Internally, Tasha was impressed. Her sense of humour was rubbing off on him and she enjoyed watching him experiment with it.
"Data!" she said with mock indignation at his comment.
"Go to bed, Tasha," Data replied sternly before tugging her closer and placing a kiss behind her ear.