Lost Past; A Star Trek Story

Paramount Global owns the Star Trek franchise. This is a piece of fan fiction based on Star Trek the Next Generation characters.

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Data stepped into his quarters. He was a little upset that all the senior staff had a meeting without him. Which lead him to the conclusion that the meeting was about him. He paused for a moment, upset? Yes, he concluded. This upset him. But then again, if they could come up with an answer to what was happening to him, it would be a welcomed relief.

Some unknown force grabbed him, pushed him back against the door then held him in place. He tried to speak but it was as if his vocal cords where constricted. An odd sensation began to radiate inside him. He had no previous experience on what to name this sensation. At first it wasn’t too bad; it seemed almost pleasing to him. There was a twinge, then a tingle in his groin. This feeling seemed familiar; however, at this moment he couldn’t identify it. After a few minutes, the sensation became painful. “Please,” he was finally able to moan.

The force wouldn’t let go. The pain increased at an alarming rate. At this point, he couldn’t even open his eyes. He cried out. Each increase of pain shocked him. He forgot that he was in his quarters. He forgot that he was aboard the Enterprise. All that seemed important to him was releasing the bursts of pain. Screaming helped but was at best ineffective.

The computer alerted Dr. Crusher that there was a medical emergency in his quarters. She rushed to the door but found it locked. “Data!” She called to him. There was no answer. “Data! Open this door!” Still he didn’t answer. “Computer medical over-ride Crusher, Doctor, Beverly Alpha six.”

“No,” she heard his voice between gritted teeth.

“Data, please.”

A burst of pain tore through him again. “No!” He screamed falling to his knees, then on his hands. The pain left like a great number of people kicking him all over his body. No area was safe. He knew he was making noises but was unable to define them. In the distant background, he could hear Dr. Crusher calling to him. Then another voice; male, authoritative, commanding him to open the door. He reeled and rived in pain as the force continued its assault. He heard himself scream once more. A sound he had no idea he could make. As he lay on the floor panting, still unable to move. Finally after what seemed like an hour, he was able to squeeze out, “help.” The door automatically opened.