Auther's Note: Thank you who have read, liked/kudos/starred/voted, subscribed or followed, and reviewed. Getting lost in this story has been a labour of love and I'm so grateful for all of you who have joined on that journey.
Part One of the Justice storyline! Enjoy! :)
To clarify, I really like Miles O'Brien. He's one of my favourite characters. So, in this retelling, Miles is the 'Transporter Chief' and is considered one of the senior officers. Don't worry—he's still a staunch union man and a proud NCO.
The episode Justice had a few glaring discrepancies. Namely, the Edo people seem to be technologically less advanced and not a warp-capable planet. Nonetheless, the Enterprise readily beams down and speaks openly/demonstrates its technology in front of them with seemingly little regard for the Prime Directive (until it becomes a convenient plot point).
One would assume they would take steps to hide their warp capabilities/off-world travel like we see with other pre-warp capable peoples.
To reconcile this, I've embellished the Edo history a little to say they are technologically advanced—not quite the same level as the Federation, but up there—and choose not to travel the stars.
Cheers!
Charlie
"It's like an Eden," Beverly explained as she took a sip of her synthesised wine.
Beverly was back aboard the Enterprise after a short visit to scout the recently discovered Edo planet.
"That's exactly how Lieutenant Olivet described it," Tasha said.
During their time on the Strnad colony, the Enterprise had explored other M-Class planets in the same solar system. One of the planets they found was that of the Edo. It was a beautiful planet with lush gardens and a temperate climate. The people were technologically advanced but preferred to live a simple life of leisure and relaxation.
Earlier expeditions into the solar system had scouted the Edo planet and studied the people from a safe distance. The Edo were warm, peaceful people that lived in harmony with their natural surroundings. Their ecologically based lifestyle and infrastructure were sustainable and beautifully designed to take advantage of lush gardens, thick forests, and a sparkling ocean.
The Enterprise crew were long overdue for shore leave and the Edo planet seemed like it may provide just the right thing for the overworked crew.
The initial away team, headed by Doctor Crusher, had made a formal recommendation to the Captain.
"And do you think he will approve shore leave?" Deanna inquired.
Beverly nodded eagerly.
"I'm going to push for it. I think the Captain will agree," Crusher said.
They had concluded their mission on the colony, and everyone felt the strain of the last week on both their minds and bodies.
Beverly had treated Riker's injuries following their dramatic capture of the creature. There was no lasting damage, but being dragged across the rocky, muddy terrain had left him sore and heavily bruised.
"Was it worth it?" Beverly asked.
"Absolutely!" Riker replied, beaming.
"I think we are all due for a break," Deanna said as she cast her gaze at Tasha.
"You are going to love it," Beverly said as she recounted their meeting with the Edo people.
They were eager to receive visitors and had numerous spas, resorts, and health facilities designed for relaxation and recuperation. Apparently, they were familiar with Vulcans. The Vulcan people had made contact with Edo decades earlier—though no one had visited the Edo in at least a generation.
"The Edo sound lovely," Deanna said with a smile.
"You know, I have to complete the report before we can even consider a rotating shore leave schedule," Tasha reminded her.
"Of course, but I know tonight I'll be dreaming about one of those massages," Beverly winked.
"Let's just not get our hopes up yet, okay? Every garden has its snakes," Tasha replied.
"Tasha, are you alright?" Deanna asked.
Both Beverly and Deanna had been concerned when they first heard about the incident with the Byaki creature. In their roles as Chief Medical Officer and Counsellor, they were apprehensive after reading the report. Tasha, Worf, and Commander Riker were all risk-takers. The hunt had injured several crewmembers.
As friends, they were concerned that Tasha made a number of risky choices during the week.
"Once we complete the evaluation, we'll be able to assess if shore leave is appropriate," Tasha stated. "I don't think we should get our hopes up just yet."
Deanna and Beverly looked at her sceptically.
"We are just a little worried about you," Deanna said.
Tasha noted the deep look of doubt on their faces.
"What?"
"I'm just a little surprised to hear you of all people urging caution on this," Beverly commented.
"It's my job," Tasha replied.
Deanna bit her tongue. Beverly sighed and chose her words carefully.
"What?" Tasha insisted.
"You jumped a flooded river in a ground vehicle. Everyone knows the Argos aren't that stable," Beverly said with a shrug. "That could be considered reckless."
Tasha opened her mouth to protest but Deanna beat her to the punch.
"And you were inches away from a creature that could have bitten your face off. You made no move to get away," Deanna added.
"I was trying to calm it down!" Tasha retorted. "Besides, you likely would have done the same thing. I didn't need to be an empath to see that it was afraid."
Deanna reached for Tasha's hand.
"We're just worried about you."
"We managed to capture both creatures humanely and the Exobiology team said they've got enough new data to keep them busy for weeks," Tasha said defensively.
"That's not the point. You like the thrill of adventure. You take big risks and we're worried about you," Beverly added.
"Then why do you have a problem with me approaching the Edo with caution?" Tasha asked.
"Because when it comes to a dangerous situation, you have a tendency to rush in headfirst. But when it comes to something that could be relaxing or fun it's like you shut down and focus all of your energy on work," Deanna explained.
Tasha didn't immediately respond as mulled over Deanna's assessment.
Beverly got up from her table and grabbed a bottle from a cold-storage unit on her desk. She returned with the bottle in hand and popped it open, pouring all three women a drink. Beverly had a smirk on her face and a twinkle in her eye.
"This is real wine."
She placed the bottle in the centre of the table and slid back into her seat.
There was a moment of silence as Deanna and Beverly waited for Tasha to find the right words.
"The safety of everyone on this ship is my responsibility. If I let down my guard, I put everyone at risk. But it's different when it's me," Tasha said as she tried to describe her thought process. "I know sometimes I act before I think."
Tasha nervously scratched the back of her neck.
"Tasha, you chase a thrill like no one I know," Deanna said.
"I like a good workout," Tasha threw back. "What? A good burn. That's all!"
Deanna lifted an eyebrow in question at that statement.
"Cliff diving. Ice hockey. Skateboarding. Boxing. Free climbing," Deanna said, rattling off a list of Tasha's holodeck activities.
"I've had to reset more of your bones than any other crew member," Beverly added. "How many times have I had to reattach your teeth?"
Tasha was a frequent flyer in Sickbay—even if she hated to go.
"You chase extremes," Deanna said. "Some people might think it is a form of self-punishment."
Tasha threw her head back and laughed.
"Oh, come on! Yes, I like fast speeds, the thrill of a good jump or a tough climb. I like pushing my body. It makes me feel good. Strong. Knowing what I can do," Tasha said.
Tasha had never been great at self-care. Her idea of relaxation was a long run on the holodeck.
"Just see that you don't push yourself too hard," Beverly said.
"I know when to quit," Tasha insisted.
"No, you don't," Deanna said, half-teasing.
The three women shared a laugh.
"Alright, have you two finished?" Tasha asked, looking back and forth between the Doctor and her Counsellor.
Tasha didn't like to be the target of conversation.
"Why don't we talk about shore leave, then. Humour me?" Beverly requested, knowing that Tasha was still wary of the Edo.
Deanna turned to Beverly.
"If we get shore leave, how do you intend to spend it? Will you be taking shore leave with the Captain?" she asked with a knowing smile.
Beverly played it cool.
"No," Beverly replied. "The Edo have a retreat of sorts near the ocean complete with yoga and a sauna. I intended to relax, eat too much, and get a massage."
There was a brief pause.
"Or two," Beverly said mischievously as she leaned back in her chair.
"Well, that sounds stimulating." Deanna smirked.
"I hope so," Beverly chuckled, sipping her wine.
"What about you, Tasha?" Deanna asked.
"No, I will not be taking my shore leave with the Captain," Tasha replied dryly.
Beverly choked on her wine and Deanna snorted with laughter.
"Very funny, Natasha," Deanna said.
Tasha rolled her eyes. She loathed being called 'Natasha' and Deanna knew it.
Tasha hadn't really considered the possibility of what she would do with her time on shore leave.
Suddenly, she came to a horrible realisation.
Tasha was always responsible for establishing the shore leave schedules with Commander Riker. These schedules divided the crew into three sections to ensure proper staffing on the ship. Usually leave would last a week. Each shift would get seventy-two hours of leave and the last twenty-four hours was spent on the Enterprise getting everyone back in gear for the next mission.
It guaranteed the Enterprise was still sufficiently manned in case of an emergency while simultaneously ensuring everyone got some down time to relax.
That meant everyone—except Data.
During the time they had served together, Data had never once taken shore leave. He was always left in command during their previous shore leave trips to enable both Captain Picard and Commander Riker the opportunity to have some time off.
Tasha was gutted. She knew Data was capable of working without rest, but she also knew he enjoyed his time away from work. He had hobbies and interests and friends. Never before had Tasha even considered Data's personal feelings in developing the schedule.
He deserved time off the same as the rest of the crew.
"Tasha?" Beverly prompted.
"I sense you are feeling guilty. But these feelings of guilt are misplaced. Everyone's safety is the responsibility of all senior officers. It doesn't just rest on you," Deanna said.
Tasha shook her head.
"It's not that."
She tapped her combadge and paged Commander Riker.
"Have you finalised the draft shore leave schedule?" Tasha asked.
"Not yet, Lieutenant," Riker replied.
"Can you hold off until tomorrow? I need to take care of something," Tasha requested.
"Of course," Riker answered.
"Thank you."
"Everything alright, Tasha?" Riker asked, noting the concern and urgency in Tasha's voice.
"I overlooked someone," Tasha admitted.
"Understood. We'll take care of it tomorrow," Riker said.
Tasha flopped back against her seat and sighed with relief. She smiled and took a sip of her wine. Beverly and Deanna looked to Tasha for an explanation.
Tasha raised her glass in response.
"I think shore leave is going to be great," Tasha announced
"I'll toast to that," Beverly said.
"Mmm hmm," Deanna agreed as the three clinked their glasses together.
"What do you plan to do with Wesley during the trip?" Deanna asked Beverly.
"I'm sure he'll be more than happy to have the place to himself for a few days. When I got back from that medical conference on Tavarus VII, he had the whole room full of parts he'd ripped out from a mock warp core rebuild," Beverly shared.
Tasha and Deanna laughed.
"And I think I'd like a few days on my own," Beverly admitted. "But I'm sure grateful that Wesley makes the responsibilities of motherhood easy. He's a good kid."
"Data thinks very highly of him," Tasha said.
Deanna cocked her head as she looked at Tasha. It was the first time Tasha had mentioned Data during any of their weekly get-togethers.
"Wesley's been grateful that he and Lieutenant La Forge have taken him under their wing in Engineering. They don't treat him like just another kid, and that means a lot to him," Beverly acknowledged.
Some of the officers were still sceptical of the young Mr Crusher. He was always hanging around hoping to get a chance at additional training or to offer an extra hand. Wesley had some ability to tour the facilities and assist certain departments as part of his education—but such access was limited, and Wesley was far beyond the capabilities of his peers.
Data and Geordi recognised Wes was already capable of doing the work of a crew member and they were keen to help cultivate that interest.
"Well, that's because he isn't just a kid. He's bright and—"
Tasha paused for a moment.
"And he treats Data… well, he recognises Data is a person," Tasha concluded.
Tasha wasn't sure if it was the wine or the newfound confidence in her relationship with Data since the morning he'd arrived at the hunting camp, but she felt more at ease opening up about her relationship with her friends.
After their return to the Enterprise, Data had filled Tasha in on his ride with Ensign Walsh.
Tasha suspected he had left out some of the more unpleasant comments. She knew Walsh was a chauvinist. It was something she was accustomed to encountering from time to time in her role as Security Chief. Even among the 'enlightened' Federation, there were a surprising number of people that saw Tasha as nothing more than a young, willowy blonde.
Tasha was fully aware that there had been gossip amongst the crew. In particular, the Security crew were hyper aware of her movements. Data and Tasha's relationship had been a subject of keen interest—and more than a few unsavoury comments.
Tasha didn't care. She thought Data was a damn fine officer, a good friend, and sexy to boot. She had no reason to feel embarrassed.
And at the moment, Tasha no longer felt shy about discussing her relationship with Data.
The three women had always shared an understanding about their personal lives. As senior officers, they knew there was a level of discretion that was expected from someone in their respective roles.
Furthermore, all three were infatuated with someone they weren't necessarily supposed to be. Beverly had long ago confessed her long friendship and attraction to Captain Picard. He was an old flame—one that had never truly been extinguished.
Maybe in another life. Beverly said anytime they raised the issue.
Deanna's history with her Imzadi was another case altogether. She still held deep feelings for William Riker but knew that his career came first. That had never quite set right with Deanna. She respected Will's career and his plans to be a starship captain. But Deanna wanted to share her life with someone that was dedicated to a relationship and not a starship.
Maybe someday. Deanna said anytime the subject came up.
Tasha had always been coy with the two when it came to her personal relationships.
She'd never told either of them about Alfie. She didn't talk much about her occasional one-night stands. And she'd kept Data largely a secret.
"Alright, I'm enacting the Circle of Secrecy," Beverly said as she refilled each of their glasses with wine.
The 'Circle of Secrecy' was Beverly's favourite phrase to initiate conversation about their relationships (or lack thereof).
"So?" Beverly said as he raised an eyebrow in Tasha's direction.
Tasha scoffed.
"What?" Tasha asked in response.
"You shut down every time we talk about our personal lives. We know about you and Data. And so, we want to know about you and Data," Deanna explained.
"I can't imagine what you two want to know—"
Tasha was cut off by an emphatic plea from Beverly.
"Everything," the Doctor said as she leaned forward and rested her chin on her fist.
"He's a one-of-a-kind sentient android. The only one in the whole universe," Deanna went on. "We know Data as the sweet but somewhat naïve android, but you know a whole other side of him."
"A side we didn't even know existed," Beverly added.
Tasha was dumbstruck.
"Obviously, you saw something in Data that we didn't realise he had in him," Deanna said.
A wicked gleam flashed in Beverly's eyes.
"I don't want to cross a line—but four times in as many days?" Beverly teased, referring to the fact that she had recently questioned Tasha about her sexual history and knew Data and Tasha had been intimate.
Tasha's face flushed.
"We do usually—"
Tasha trailed off and cleared her throat.
"It just happened to… coincide," she said, fumbling for an answer.
Since the start of their relationship, Data and Tasha had enjoyed a healthy sex life. But more nights than not, they were perfectly content to curl up with one another and read together, share a meal, or simply talk.
"I never would have thought Data had it in him," Beverly said.
"Well, a lot of people don't realise he's there," Tasha said, a little stiffer than intended.
"You're right," Beverly agreed, suddenly serious.
There was a pause.
"Tasha I'm sorry if this question sounds insensitive, but we know you don't like to get too attached in relationships," Deanna prefaced.
Tasha's stomach dropped. She understood exactly where Deanna was headed.
"Have you considered that you feel comfortable with Data because he's… well—"
Deanna wasn't exactly sure how to phrase it.
"Look, if you think I'm doing this as some kind of safety net because I'm scared of commitment, you've got it all wrong!" Tasha snapped.
Deanna could sense she had touched a nerve. Cold fury radiated out from Tasha. Deanna regretted her words, but she was genuinely concerned Tasha had different goals than Data.
Tasha had heard the comments, especially from the Security Ensigns under her command. She knew what they thought about Data—and their relationship. There were many times that Tasha had wanted to set them straight in regard to their crude ideas.
She understood Deanna and Beverly weren't asking for the same reasons, but something inside compelled her to make clear some things about their relationship.
Noting Tasha's clenched jaw, Beverly felt it was necessary to try and walk back their concern.
"Tasha, I'm sorry. I guess we're just worried about you and Mr Data. I don't want either of you to get hurt because he's like a child and you like to keep things casual," Beverly said inelegantly.
Tasha couldn't help it. Her face flushed with anger. Her throat grew tight. Tasha closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to will herself from crying.
"Does everyone on this ship think I'm so unfeeling? Incapable of anything other than a casual lay and a 'thanks here's the door?'" Tasha asked. "Everyone deserves to find love, to feel gentle moments, to share something with someone."
Her tone wasn't anger—it was one of hurt.
Tasha's voice broke.
"Is it so outside the realm of possibility that maybe I want that too?"
Beverly grabbed Tasha's hand.
"No," she said in a soothing voice. "Not at all!"
"Of course not. It's evident you care a great deal for him," Deanna added as she grabbed Tasha's other hand. "And of course, you have every right to want those things."
"He's not as naïve as we all assumed. I was as guilty as any of us. But he's not. Data understands so much more than we realised. People see him as an unfeeling machine, but he cares so much about this ship and everyone on it," Tasha sniffled.
Beverly and Deanna nodded in support as Tasha went on.
"His rank isn't honorary. He earned it. Data feels things. Just because he doesn't show it, doesn't mean he isn't affected by the things people say about him—when they call him a 'robot' or the 'tin man,' when people say his eyes are unsettling, or that he's annoying," Tasha gushed. "He hears all of it. And Data's so used to it because people have been doing it to him his whole life."
It made Tasha furious.
Tasha paused to reach for a tissue. She nodded to Beverly and Deanna that she was better. They all took a sip of wine.
"He feels. He has dreams. And desires. Believe me, he's had plenty of past experiences, but no one has ever taken into account what he wants. They just used him like some sentient sex toy and then left when their curiosity was sated," Tasha went on bitterly.
Wide-eyed, Deanna and Beverly exchanged a look of surprise.
"Which is really a shame because he's… well, he's really great at making you feel like you're the only person in the whole world," Tasha concluded in a soft voice.
"Tasha, I'm very sorry that I upset you. And I'm sorry that I didn't see clearly before," Deanna apologised.
"For what it's worth, I'm sorry too. I'm happy you're happy," Beverly said.
Tasha waved them off.
"Sorry for getting so worked up. There's just been all this stupid gossip and there's still a lot of people that don't see him as a person," Tasha explained. "I guess I get a little defensive about it."
"I'm glad he's got you sticking up for him," Beverly said with a smile.
She poured another glass of wine for the three women. Deanna raised her glass to lead the trio in another toast.
"To healthy relationships. And love."
"I'll second that," Beverly said as she joined the toast.
Tasha grinned and raised her glass.
To love.
The anger Tasha felt earlier was beginning to melt away.
"So, when you leave, are you going back to your place or his?" Beverly asked with a wink.
Tasha shot the Doctor a look. Beverly responded with a nonchalant shrug.
Beverly's openness had shocked Tasha when she initially joined the Enterprise. When she had first read the Doctor's personnel file, she had written her off as likely to be maternal-only, strait-laced, and not one to be interested in the extracurricular poker nights.
Tasha quickly came to learn just how wrong she had been. Beverly was surprisingly open, vivacious, and more than just maternal. She was a great parent, but she knew how to take care of herself too. She'd coped with the tragic loss of her husband well and had adjusted to life without Jack.
Tasha considered, briefly, that perhaps it might do her some good to talk with Beverly. Tasha had never spoken to anyone about her own loss of Alfie and Beverly had been there.
Someday, but not tonight. Tasha thought. Tonight is for the ladies.
"I would be lying if I said I wasn't curious. You seem to be much happier since, well—"
Beverly trailed off and wiggled her eyebrows.
"You mean since I got drunk on polywater and tried to seduce a senior officer?" Tasha retorted.
Her sarcasm had returned. That was a good sign.
"I'm not really sure 'try' is appropriate since you were successful," Beverly teased.
Tasha blushed. She was still a little embarrassed by her own conduct during the polywater incident.
"If you must know, I am going back to my own quarters. Data's working on something with Geordi tonight," Tasha said.
Beverly looked a little dejected at her answer. The Doctor threw arms out dramatically, pouting.
"C'mon, I'm a single woman on a starship. Throw me a bone!"
"Fine. He monitors my vital signs and he's marvellous about seeing to my needs. After the incident with the captain and the entity he took really good care of me," Tasha shared.
Beverly smirked.
"What do you mean by that?"
Tasha sat up straight. She squared her shoulders and cocked her head to the side in the best impersonation of Data she could muster.
"Submersion in warm water for the purpose of increasing circulation to ease muscle pain, followed by proper nutritional consumption, and a sleeping posture that will not irritate your wounds."
Deanna and Beverly laughed.
"AKA a hot bath, a nice meal, and extra pillows," Tasha summarised before adding mischievously, "I'll also say that his hands are a work of art—and he knows exactly what to do with them."
"You did say he was very intuitive," Deanna reminded her.
"He seems like he would be," Beverly replied.
Tasha sighed, content. She understood Deanna's implication but knew that Beverly and Deanna didn't know the half of it.
"He is. He truly is. I don't know why I didn't see him that way sooner," Tasha confessed.
"It sounds wonderful," Deanna said kindly.
"Does he have a brother?" Beverly joked.
The three women laughed.
Two hours later, Tasha had made her way back to her quarters. She was feeling a bit tipsy from all the wine. It wasn't often they drank real alcohol, but occasionally the woman did indulge. It had been a long week, and Tasha was grateful that Beverly had whipped out the real stuff.
Tasha knew that she would pay for it in the morning. But for the moment, she needed a little break.
Setting the 'do not disturb' lock on her quarters, Tasha stepped into her lavvy and turned on the tap.
While the steam started to pour, Tasha stepped back into the main room of her quarters. She kicked off her boots and padded across the carpet toward her bedroom. Tasha snagged her dressing gown and then found a clean towel.
By the time she made it back to the loo, steam had begun to accumulate. Tasha wiped the steam from the mirror and stopped to take in her own appearance. Rosy cheeks and bleary eyes from the alcohol aside, she did look exhausted.
I really am knackered. Tasha thought, noting the dreadful dark rings under her eyes.
The camp cot had been a far cry from her own comfortable bed. Sleeping on it hadn't done much good. Tasha could feel it in her back. The tension between her shoulder blades irritated her all day.
After discarding her uniform, Tasha nearly slipped on the wet floor. She caught herself on the safety grip handle along the wall.
Easy girl.
Tasha sat down on the floor and leaned back against the cool wall. She tried to focus her vision, but the room was spinning.
Tasha realised she was perhaps a wee bit more intoxicated than she had initially thought.
After a moment, she stood up and found her balance. Tasha turned off the tap. She understood it wouldn't be safe to step into the shower in such a state.
She pulled on her dressing gown and cinched it around her waist. Tasha went back to the main room and grabbed her PADD and combadge. The shower would have to wait.
Her body was tired, but her mind was wide awake.
Tasha decided to flop down on the sofa directly in front of her window. Tasha opened the latest Sherlock Holmes on her agenda. She was working through them all one by one. She had made some progress in her research for the holonovel she was designing with Geordi for Data. Both Geordi and Worf were helping her work through the various Holmes stories, but there was still a long way to go.
Tasha tried to read for several minutes, but found the light was too bright and the room was still moving.
Tasha grumbled and switched off her PADD. She placed it on the coffee table for safekeeping. Tasha snuggled down against the sofa and closed her eyes. She knew it would be best to sleep—only now she wasn't tired.
Suddenly, an idea popped into her head. Tasha fumbled for her combadge.
"Lieutenant Yar to Commander Data."
It took a moment for Data to reply. Tasha almost felt guilty for disturbing his time in the lab. The sound of Data's voice was enough to squash that thought.
"Yes, Lieutenant?"
"I've got something you should take a look at," Tasha said cryptically.
"Understood. Where?" Data responded.
Really, Data? So much for subtlety.
Tasha instructed Data to meet her at the turbolift nearest to her quarters. She knew that when he would reach it and not find her, Data would come looking for her in her quarters.
Tasha turned around and sat on her knees. She rested her head against the window and stared out into the stars. The one thing that Tasha didn't like about Data's quarters was that it lacked a window.
Tasha loved to gaze at the stars—ever since she was a girl.
When she had been alone on Turkana, Tasha had stared up at the sky and dreamed of what it would be like to live there. She told herself she would escape someday.
Now that she lived amongst a sea of stars, Tasha still looked at them fondly. It was a reminder of just how far she had come.
Tasha's door chimed. A moment later, Data's voice rang out from her combadge.
"Lieutenant Yar?"
Tasha ordered the computer to open the door. It slid open to reveal Data standing in the doorway, the light from the corridor casting his long shadow across the carpet.
Tasha glanced back over her shoulder and grinned.
"Hey."
Data surveyed the room. It was dark. Tasha was in her dressing gown. And she appeared intoxicated. He quickly deduced that her hail had, in fact, been a ruse.
"You have consumed alcohol," he observed.
"Yeah. Had some wine," she replied lazily.
She giggled and flopped down against the sofa.
Data requested a glass of cool water from the replicator and brought it over Tasha. He sat down on the edge of the sofa and carefully held out the glass for Tasha to take.
"Please, you should drink this."
Tasha reached for the glass and took a sloppy sip. She tried to set it down on the table, but it slipped out of her hand. The water quickly ran all over the top of the glass coffee table. Data managed to grab Tasha's tablet just before the water reached it.
Tasha giggled.
"Oops," she said as she snuggled against Data's shoulder.
In a flash, Tasha was up. She stumbled toward the water closet. Tasha grabbed the towel she had brought in earlier for her failed shower. When she turned back, Tasha found Data standing right behind her.
Tasha jumped, startled by his sudden and silent appearance.
Damn he was fast!
Data gently laid his hands on Tasha's shoulders. His face was full of concern as he stared down at her.
Tasha tried to steady herself. Instead, she hiccupped.
"I think I had a little more than I intended to," she said sheepishly.
"I will clean up the water. I believe you should lie down," Data suggested.
Tasha grinned. She reached up to playfully poke his nose.
"Are you going to join me?"
"Please go lie down," Data said in a polite, but firm voice.
He directed Tasha to the doorway of her bedroom. Reluctantly, she sat down on the bed as Data cleaned the spilled water off the table.
A moment later, Data emerged with a second glass from the replicator. He sat down next to Tasha on the edge of the bed and held the glass for her as she took a drink.
"And now, I think you should sleep," Data advised.
He turned and put the glass down on the nightstand next to her bed. Tasha put her hand on Data's chest.
"Thank you," she murmured, gazing into Data's eyes.
Tasha ran her hand down his chest and across his stomach. Data grabbed her wrist before she could go any further and pulled it away from him.
"Tasha, you need to go to sleep," he said.
Tasha blinked up at him.
"I'm not sleepy," she protested innocently.
"It is time for bed," Data replied in a stern voice.
"Fine," she said with a stubborn growl.
Data let go of Tasha's wrist and gave her a small nod.
"Thank y—"
Data was unable to finish his sentence as Tasha lunged at him for a drunken kiss. Data let it go for a moment. It was nice to be desired. Tasha wanted him—and for all the right reasons. She truly desired Data as a partner, an equal.
But when Tasha's hands dropped from the side of Data's face to the clasp of his uniform, Data knew it was time to intervene. His hands closed around Tasha's wrists and their tryst came to an abrupt halt.
"No, Tasha," he said as he gently put some distance between them.
"I want you, Data," she urged.
"How would you say it? I am flattered, but it would not be appropriate at this time," he replied.
"Daaaatttaaa," she whined.
Tasha shifted, turning to glance back at Data over her shoulder.
"I'm not that drunk."
Her insistence was followed by a hiccup that countered that assertion.
"I want to make you feel good," Tasha said as she caressed the inside of Data's thigh.
Once again, Data stopped her.
"What would make me happy right now is if you were to rest. You and I will have plenty of time to resume this when you are sober," Data said.
Tasha fell back against her pillow and groaned. She knew Data was right. He was only looking out for her best interests.
Data slid in next to Tasha on the bed and pulled her close.
"But I will stay here with you if that will help you to sleep."
Tasha relaxed back into Data's arms. She loved the gentle rise and fall of his chest with each artificial breath.
"Computer, lights," Data ordered.
He brushed the top of Tasha's head with a small, chaste kiss.
"You know, you take very good care of me, Data," Tasha said with a small yawn.
"I assure you, Lieutenant, that is my intention," Data replied.
Tasha turned in his arms. She snaked her own arms around Data's lithe frame and snuggled down against his chest.
"I love you," she murmured before she drifted off to sleep.
Data's breathing stopped.
She had finally said it.
Data suspected that Tasha may not remember it in the morning. And, truth be told, that left him feeling a little uncertain. But there in the dark, with Tasha next to him, Data allowed her words to envelop him like a warm blanket.
The next morning, Tasha awoke with a wicked hangover. She had a splitting headache. Tasha was grateful that she was on a starship with no natural light. Data was already awake, sitting next to her, tapping on his PADD as he read through the initial Security team report from the Edo planet.
Tasha rolled over and groaned as she rubbed her eyes.
"What time is it?"
"It is 05:00 hours. You have been asleep for five hours and forty-one minutes. You should resume sleeping as your body requires additional rest," Data instructed.
"I think I'm too hungover for that," Tasha confessed as she turned onto her back and stared up at the ceiling.
She felt a small wave of nausea as her eyes began to adjust to the darkness. Breathing carefully, Tasha managed to keep the feeling in check. She had no intention of vomiting all over Data.
"There is a glass of water next to you. You are dehydrated," he said intuitively.
Tasha smiled and reached for the glass. Her throat was scratchy.
"I really do think you should try to get more sleep," Data suggested.
Tasha shook her head.
"Can't," she replied.
She took another quick sip and returned the glass to the table.
"I have an early meeting with Commander Riker to go over the shore leave schedule," Tasha explained.
"I thought that was finalised yesterday?" Data inquired.
"I overlooked someone," Tasha said.
Data's neural net surged.
Could it be? He thought.
Data had never pressed the issue, but he was always left out of the shore leave rotation in order to command the Enterprise while the rest of the crew got a chance to relax. He knew that he didn't need rest. Data surmised it was his early years in Starfleet that had conditioned him into placing the needs of the others above his own personal desires.
"Oh. It is fortunate you caught the matter," Data said.
"Indeed."
Tasha rolled over and stared at Data.
"Because I suspect this person is in desperate need of a little R & R and that he wouldn't have said anything otherwise," Tasha said with a knowing look.
A sudden, unknown sensation gripped Data.
He was overcome with an indescribable emotion. His chest felt heavy. His optical receptors were clouded by an unfamiliar moisture that began to leak from his eyes and down his face.
"Data?" Tasha asked, alarmed as she reached for him.
"I am confused," he said, clearly distressed.
Tasha cupped Data's cheek. She began to stroke his hair.
"Tell me what's happening."
Data's eyes were wide with fear. His body shook.
"I feel joy, but I believe I am crying. I do not understand."
Tasha smiled sweetly as she thumbed away his golden tears.
"Sometimes when humans are overwhelmed with emotion we tend to cry," she explained, "even if that emotion is happiness."
Data sniffled as he contemplated this information.
"I'm so sorry I overlooked you, Data," Tasha apologised. "I'm so sorry I've overlooked you on every one of the shore leave schedules before now."
Tasha pulled Data close, rocking him back and forth in her arms until his tears slowed.
"I will endeavour to do everything I can to ensure you are never overlooked again," she promised. "And please, please tell me if it happens so that I can fix it."
"You are the first person to notice," Data said.
He sat up and offered Tasha a small smile. Data took hold of her hand.
"Data, if anyone ever does something like that again, promise me you'll speak up? You deserve the same rights as the rest of us, organic or not," Tasha said as she gave his hand a small squeeze.
Data nodded.
"I'll be standing right behind you. Ready to take on anyone that thinks differently," Tasha said.
She gave his cheek a quick peck and ordered the computer to bring the lights up to a dim level.
Tasha rolled out of bed and made her way over to the built-in wardrobe for a clean uniform, fresh from the garment reprocessor.
She toss the uniform onto the bed and rummaged through the top drawer for a clean pair of knickers. They were joined a moment later by fresh socks. Tasha then ran a comb through her hair before studying her appearance in the mirror on the wall.
Tasha liked to keep her morning routine simple. For Tasha, healthy was beautiful.
Tasha tapped a button on the side of the countertop. It slid back to reveal a sink. After cleansing her face, she reached for her toothbrush.
"So, what would you like to do with your shore leave?" Tasha asked as she popped her toothbrush into her mouth.
"I am unsure," Data said as he rose from bed. "Will we be permitted to take shore leave together?"
"I intend to ensure we are scheduled for the same rotation." Tasha grinned from behind a mouthful of foam.
"Hmm," Data replied with one of his signature head tilts.
He had read through all the available information on the Edo planet. The initial away team had noted it was a paradise with exceptional flora, warm natural springs, a large ocean with beautiful atolls, and a culture that valued physical activity, leisure, and healthy living.
He also read the planet boasted an environment suited for many athletic pursuits including rock climbing, diving, a game similar to tennis called 'yatzro', and pristine hiking trails.
"I believe there are a number of activities available that you would find enjoyable," Data said.
Tasha rinsed out her mouth and put her toothbrush back into its sanitisation chamber. She shook her head as she wiped her mouth with a clean flannel. Tasha frowned as she began to put on her lightweight moisturiser.
"I want to know what you want to do, Data," she insisted.
Data's mouth formed a small 'oh' as he realised that Tasha intended for their shore leave activities to be his choice.
"Are you certain?" Data inquired.
Tasha nodded emphatically as she dabbed a little mascara on her eyelashes. She didn't wear much makeup while on duty, but she liked to put a little on each morning.
Data came up from behind and gave her a hug.
"Well then, if you are certain. It will take me some time to plan an itinerary."
"That's more like it," Tasha replied, flashing him a wicked grin. "Plan away, honey."
There was a brief pause. Data didn't let go. Tasha could see in the mirror that he looked nervous.
"Everything OK?"
Data looked away and then back to Tasha as if he were uncertain what to say. Finally, he worked up the courage to ask a question that had burned since the night before.
"Do you remember what you said to me last night?"
Data didn't give Tasha a chance to respond. Doubt grew in his mind, and he felt uncharacteristically insecure.
"I do not wish to pressure you," Data said quickly. "If you do not remember, it is not a matter of importance. I was merely curious about the effects of human memory under the influence of—"
Tasha silenced him with a swift kiss. When she pulled away, she smiled.
"Of course, I remember," Tasha said. "And I meant what I said. I love you, Data."
If androids could blush, Tasha was certain that's what Data was doing.
It was a busy morning. Data spent most of his time in Main Engineering with Geordi. They had to work out a schedule to overhaul the Enterprise computer system for a routine cleaning during the shore leave. That meant they spent most of the morning crawling through the Jefferies tubes pinpointing locations that were most in need of maintenance.
They would never be able to complete a full sweep during shore leave, but they could get around forty percent of the system taken care of during the week.
Tasha used the morning to finalise the leave rotation schedule with Commander Riker. She was relieved that he'd acquiesced to her request to include Data.
In fact, Riker hadn't even hesitated.
"I think that's a great idea!" Riker said.
Tasha thanked him and headed off to meet Data in the canteen for lunch. Since discovering taste, Data looked forward to meals as an opportunity to flex his newfound 'superpower.'
Data was already there by the time Tasha arrived. She slid into the seat across from him, practically giddy with excitement.
"It's all set," Tasha informed him.
"Excellent," Data replied before he bit into a lime wedge.
Data scrunched up his face in disgust as the sour juice made contact with the sensors on his tongue.
Tasha bit back a laugh.
"Ughlh!" Data remarked as he shuddered.
He licked his lips as he studied the flavour.
"I have observed you consume limes on several occasions. Yet, you do not have the same reaction," Data inquired.
Tasha shrugged.
"Well, I like lime. And sour things, I suppose," Tasha said. "Some people think they're better with things rather than on their own. You know, like fish or tacos."
"Most interesting," Data said.
He licked the lime and shuddered a second time. Tasha watched with curiosity.
"I have to be certain," Data explained.
"Do you mind if I join you?" Worf asked as he approached their table.
"Not at all," Data said as he motioned for Worf to grab a chair.
"Thank you, Commander," Worf replied.
He set down his tray and slipped into the empty chair between Data and Tasha. Tasha sliced off a piece of the fruit she was holding and held it out to Data.
"Here, try this. It's a Mvrenvian pear," Tasha said, offering it to him.
Data took the piece of bright green fruit and smelled it. He made a small noise of approval and then popped it in his mouth. Tasha watched Data's reaction as he registered the mix of different flavours.
Data chewed slowly, evaluating the strange fruit.
"Sweet, yet spicy," he described.
"Yeah, they're fruity but with a little heat," Tasha said before she bit into it.
"I have noticed that you have a preference for spicy foods," Data said.
Tasha and Worf exchanged a glance.
"You could say that again," Worf said dryly.
The two friends frequently enjoyed challenging each other to hotter and hotter foods during their meals. Between the two of them, Worf and Tasha could polish off a bottle or two of their favourite hot sauce each week.
"What about you, Data? Do you think you like it?" Tasha asked.
Data rocked his head back and forth as he mulled it over. The jury was still out.
"I believe I will require additional information before I can make that determination," Data answered honestly.
"I have noticed we are all assigned to the same rotation for shore leave. Ensign Fowler reported there was an excellent spot for rock climbing near the main Edo settlement. Would you like to join me?" Worf asked. "Of course, you would welcome too, Commander."
Tasha was torn.
The offer was very tempting. Worf was her best friend and the idea of spending the day on a good climb sounded like a great way to spend an afternoon on shore leave.
But Tasha recalled her earlier promise to Data. They would only have three days together and she really wanted to spend them with Data.
This was Data's first shore leave and Tasha had every intention of spending it with him doing the things he wanted to do.
Before she could respond, Data spoke.
"I think that would be a good idea. You should go on the climb," Data said.
Tasha shot Data a look.
"Are you sure?" she asked.
She couldn't believe Data would want to take time away from their shore leave just so Tasha could go on a climb.
"Data, are you really sure about this?" Tasha pressed.
"Certainly," Data replied without hesitation. "May I suggest the first day of the trip as it appears that is when the weather will be most favourable for climbing?"
"Do you care to join us?" Worf offered.
"No, thank you," Data replied.
"How long is the climb expected to take?"
Tasha had to know. She didn't want to spend one whole day of their leave away from Data. That didn't feel right.
"I would estimate three and a half hours to four hours if we do two ninety-minute ascents with a break in between," Worf explained.
Tasha felt a little dejected. This was supposed to be their holiday and Data had just sold away half a day.
"Please, Tasha. I would like you to do this," Data insisted. "It will give me a chance to spend the morning with Geordi."
That did it. Tasha trusted Data, so she agreed to join Worf for the climb.
"Have you read the report on their laws?" Tasha asked Worf before she took another bite of her lunch.
Worf nodded.
The initial report had indicated there was no crime present on the Edo planet. The laws were very straightforward. In fact, they seemed to be exceptionally brief and primarily focused on respect for each other and the planet itself.
"They seem to be peaceful people," Worf agreed as he stabbed his fork into the replicated Rokeg blood pie on his tray.
They finished the rest of their meal in relative silence as they were due in the Observation Lounge at 13:00 for a briefing with the other senior officers.
After returning their trays to the replicator, they three made their way up to the Observation Lounge where they joined Captain Picard, Doctor Crusher, Commander Riker, Counsellor Troi, Lieutenant La Forge, and Chief O'Brien.
"As I'm sure you are all aware by now, Commander Riker and Lieutenant Yar have finalised the schedule for shore leave rotation. Chief O'Brien has established the transport schedule. And finally, Commander Data and Lieutenant La Forge have put together an itinerary for some routine maintenance during the week," Captain Picard explained.
"We'll arrive at the planet in approximately four hours and eighteen minutes," Data informed them.
"Upon arrival, we'll beam down an away team to conduct a more thorough evaluation of the site for shore leave. Commander Riker, you will lead the away team," Picard ordered.
If all went according to plan, Captain Picard was inclined to approve shore leave on the Edo planet. Beverly decided this was her best chance to push again for that shore leave—even if they had to relocate.
"If the site is not suitable, may I recommend that we set a course for Starbase 28? The crew needs a rest. Starbase 28 is the next best and closest option," Beverly suggested.
Picard nodded in agreement.
"Yes, that's a good suggestion, Doctor. We are in need of shore leave. We are also desperately in need of a maintenance overhaul on Transporter Room Two. Why was this left off the itinerary?" Picard said as he noted the conspicuous absence of that work on Geordi's proposed plan.
"I don't have the manpower to overhaul the transporter room and complete the routine system cleaning. And right now, that cleaning is the more pressing issue."
Picard sat back in his chair as he pondered Geordi's answer.
"I'm assigning Lieutenant Anderson to the Bridge for the Alpha rotation. Data, you will still be in Command of the Enterprise, but I'd like you down in the transporter room two working on the overhaul. You should be able to complete it in that timeframe," Picard ordered.
Data glanced in Tasha's direction. She was trying her best to keep her emotions in check. Her lips had grown thin, and her eyes betrayed just how furious she was at the notion Data would be assigned extra work.
Tasha was ready to go to bat for Data—but she wanted to give Data the chance to speak up for himself first.
Tasha's words from earlier echoed in Data's mind.
Data, if anyone ever does something like that again, promise me you'll speak up?
"Captain, if shore leave is approved, I will be on leave during the Alpha rotation," Data announced.
Tasha wanted to cheer. She settled for a small smile from across the table.
Picard leaned forward, taken aback by Data's words. He blinked slowly. Commander Riker was seated at the opposite end of the long table. Picard met his gaze and followed his First Officer's line of sight as Riker discreetly shifted his eyes to Tasha.
In an instant, Picard understood.
"Of course. I see," he said with a short nod. "We'll schedule another time in the future for the work."
Data visibly relaxed. A part of him was concerned that his protest would anger or disappoint Captain Picard. He was comforted in knowing the Captain respected his right to personal time.
On his way out the door, Captain Picard stopped Data.
"Mr Data, I want you to feel that you can be open with me. Have I assigned you too many duties?" Picard asked, concerned.
Data was stunned. Captain Picard was the first commanding officer to ever pose the question.
Data did have more responsibility that most officers—more than anyone on the Enterprise.
Data wasn't just the Second Officer. He was simultaneously responsible for overseeing two separate divisions in his dual roles as Chief Science Officer and Chief Operations Officer. In addition, Data served as the Night Watch Commander three nights a week.
All of that came on top of the numerous additional tasks Data took on for himself including helping Geordi in Engineering, assisting Keiko in the Arboretum, and Data's research in the lab.
He was the busiest officer in Starfleet (and he still found time to play in four different musical ensembles).
When Data had first joined the Enterprise, he was pleasantly surprised to find Captain Picard amenable to his request for both personal time and personal quarters.
"Data, do you need more personal time?" Picard asked.
"At the moment, I will be satisfied with joining my colleagues for shore leave," Data answered.
He paused.
He wanted to keep his options open in case circumstances changed. Data's relationship with Tasha had surfaced a whole new part of Data. He wanted to explore, dream, and experience even more things for himself.
And Tasha's admittance that she loved him had Data thinking about other things he wanted to experience too—things he knew would be a long way off.
"Though… may we revisit this conversation in the future, Captain?" Data asked.
"Of course, Data," Picard agreed.
As soon as the Enterprise arrived in orbit, Data and Tasha joined the away team led by Commander Riker to evaluate the planet's suitability for shore leave.
True to the initial report, they found the planet was indeed full of lush vegetation, blue skies, and the people were open and kind—if not a little too touchy for Tasha's taste.
Initially, the Edo were leery of Data.
The greeting party took a step back from Data.
"Pallor is a sign of weakness. It comes from a lack of sun and can indicate illness," one of the Edo said.
"Ah! My bioplast skin colour is not an indication of illness. In fact, I am immune to disease and illness. I am an android," Data said to reassure the Edo.
They were not convinced.
"You appear quite slim, my lithe friend," the man said as he circled Data.
"Perhaps a demonstration would ease your fears?" Data suggested.
He motioned for Commander Riker to step forward. Data gripped Commander Riker and lifted him above his head with ease.
"Does this suffice?" Data inquired as he held the grinning Riker above him.
After his little stunt, the Edo were fascinated with Data.
It greatly amused Tasha as several Edo proceeded to touch Data, eyeing him with wonder. They circled around him eagerly, swarming Data with an endless stream of questions.
"You are unlike anything we have seen," one of them said as she held up his hand and compared it to her own.
"I am an android," Data stated.
"Your skin seems to sparkle. How have you achieved this wonderous effect?" another man asked as he studied Data with curiosity.
"Your eyes are a most unique shade, not unlike the starfish that populate the reef," one of the other Edo exclaimed.
"I am an android," Data repeated uncomfortably.
"What is an android?"
"Where are you from?"
"How are you so strong?"
The Edo were bursting with curiosity.
"That may take some time to explain," Data said.
Two of the Edo took hold of Data's arms and guided him over to a nearby bench where a crowd had begun to gather.
A short time later, Data managed to get away and caught up with Tasha as she ran through some routine scans of the colony.
"That was a most unusual experience," Data said as he came up next to her.
Tasha was running a scan of the main building at the heart of the Edo colony. She ran her tricorder along the wall to check for any surveillance devices.
"That was so strange," Data said.
Tasha chuckled.
"It was unpleasant," Data went on.
"For a moment I thought they were going to jump you," Tasha teased.
"I do not enjoy being touched like that. It is quite uncomfortable," Data said seriously.
Tasha immediately stopped the scan and turned to face him. Tasha took note of his posture.
"Data, are you okay?"
"I… I find that I am struggling to put words to… I am confused," Data stammered.
Tasha was immediately on alert. Data was practically incoherent. His eyes flit back and forth at a rapid speed, and she could see the signs that signalled Data's neural net was in overdrive.
Tasha put her tricorder in its holster and took a step toward him.
"Data, honey, look at me," she instructed.
Only Data couldn't. His mind was flooded with a series of disturbing memories. Data closed his eyes and tried to shut out the memories that threatened to consume him.
He recoiled when Tasha reached for his hand.
"It's me," she said in a soothing tone. "It's only me, Data. You're safe. You're not alone."
Data was breathing in short, shallow breaths as he worked to shut down the memory engrams that had involuntarily activated.
They were his oldest memories.
Dark memories.
Memories from a time Data wished to forget. The only reason he had never deleted the engrams was that Data felt he would never be safe if he did.
No, he needed to remember the names and faces of everyone at Starfleet that had done this to him.
Two of the Edo came rushing toward them. Tasha braced herself to ask for privacy, but they simply ran past.
"Happiness and good health to you!" the pair called as they jogged by.
Data looked away but gave a small wave. Tasha waved and smiled but kept hold of Data's hand.
As soon as the Edo were gone, Tasha took Data's hand and guided him away from the path and into the grass. Tasha led him over to a small bench.
"Someone hurt you," she said bluntly.
Data opened his mouth to reply, but Tasha cut him off.
"And don't tell me you are an android that can't be hurt. We both know that isn't the case," Tasha added.
Data averted his eyes. He looked away, down toward the grass.
There was so much to say. He did not know where to begin.
"I am… processing… many memories. It hurts."
Data's voice was strained as he brought a hand to his chest.
Tasha took hold of Data's hands and pulled them into her lap. She gently rubbed the back of his hand with her thumb.
"What can I do to help?" Tasha asked.
"1213 days, seventeen hours, forty-four minutes, and nine seconds," Data muttered.
Tasha considered if she should call for Geordi. Data's bioplast grew hot. He began to rock back and forth, muttering to himself.
"Blue skies, smiling at me. Nothing but blue skies, do I see."
Panic gripped Tasha as she watched him. Tasha knew this was a trauma response. She knew something was terribly wrong. Feeling she had no other choice, she decided it was time to call for Geordi.
Tasha tapped her communicator.
"Lieutenant Yar to Lieutenant La Forge. Can you come to the main garden to meet me and Commander Data?"
"On my way," Geordi acknowledged.
Data continued to sing, completely oblivious to the world as he rocked back and forth in place. His artificial pulse was erratic.
"Noticing the days, hurrying by. When you're in love, my, how they fly."
"Data, look at me," Tasha gently encouraged.
"I am Data. I am an android. I am not capable of—"
He was spiralling.
Tasha's eyes were wide with fear as she watched Data struggle.
"Who did this to you?" she asked.