Lost Past; A Star Trek Story

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Another trip to sick bay 

    He woke up, patting the cover that was over him. “Cover?” He questioned. “And I’m in sickbay.”

    “Yes, you are. You were shaking violently; we thought it best to bring you here.” Dr. Crusher reported.

    “How do you feel?” Captain Picard asked.

    He thought for a moment about the best word to use, “weak, sir.” Was what he settled on. 

    “Data, I want to show you something.” Dr. Crusher walked away.  

    He got up. He was still only dressed in his lounge pants though now they were dry. She handed him a white robe. He and the Captain followed her into her office. There on her desk was a flask ¾ of the way full.

    “What is this?” Beverly stood, pointing at it.

    “I do not know. Should I?” Data asked.

    “This is some type of blood. It is chemically backwards from human blood. This was around you, you spat this up.”

    He stared at it for a moment. “Doctor, give me something simple you would give the Captain.” Data got a petri dish, pouring a small amount of the blood in it. 

    “This is a common aspirin, “Dr. Crusher explained.”

    Data crushed it in his hand, and then he sprinkled it into the blood compound. It foamed, bubbled, and hissed. Beverly and Jean-Luc stared at each other.

    “Does this mean something Data?” The Captain asked.

    “It might.” Data looked confused. He stared at the flask of blood. All of a sudden he wasn’t in sick bay, he was in Dr. Soong’s lab listening to him lecture. ‘Today we are going to go over the chemical make-up of man. We are going to explore every aspect of mankind.’ Noonien puffed out his chest, speaking proudly. 

    Data grabbed his stomach. “Stop. Please stop.” He begged.

    Juliana walked into the room. “Data are you okay?”

    He fell off the chair into the floor on his knees. His vision was blurry. He was compelled to stand. He stumbled to the door. Once outside he fell down a slight embankment. “Data!” Juliana shouted. Noonien held her back. They watched and followed him from a distance. He would walk awhile then fall.

    “Oh Noonien, what are we going to do?”

    “Watch.”

    Data stumbled in the direction of the strange dwelling. He continued on until he staggered round the back of the structure. There he found her. Juliana screamed, turning away from the gory sight. Noonien held her tightly.

    “Help me.” She gasped. Data could only read her lips, “call….my……father.” 

    “Anything,” he replied.

    She flopped her hand over to him. He held it. It took all of his energy flowing through him for her to telepathically call her father. At some point he got so weak he couldn’t hold his eyes open. “Data!” Juliana called to him. She wanted to rush over to him. The sight of his friend’s injuries made her ill. She couldn’t move from Noonien’s arms.

    He felt a hand on his shoulder. “Data.” It was a male voice, hard and bursting with authority. “Data.” Hands broke his grip.

   “Help her.” Data moaned. He felt himself being moved. He heard her scream. 

   Data came back into the moment when Counselor Troi entered the sick bay. “I do not know.” He said shaking his head to a confused Captain and doctor. 

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Deanna Tori

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