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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     Geordi stuck his arm into the wall, pulling it back. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and then walked through the wall. When he opened his eyes, he saw the strange cylinder shaped dwelling that Data and Juliana saw.

    A woman screamed, as she broke free from the forest, running through the meadow. A figure that looked a lot like Data dressed all in black came running out after her. He quickly overtook her, wrestling her to the ground. Geordi ran over to them. He feared the worst. But he found a breath-taking creature sitting on Data’s lap. His arms were draped around her waist. “Do you know what I would like to do?” Data asked.

    “Tell me,” she giggled.

    He kissed her shoulder. “I would like to play connect all the brown spots on your skin.”

    “You mean play Connect-the-Dots?”

    “What is that?”

    “Oh, it’s a game you play. You connect dots to make a picture. We used to play it all the time. If you did that, I would be one big ink blob.”

    “What are these spots?” He kissed one.

    “Freckles.”

    “Freckles?”

    “Yes, mom used to say I was kissed by the sun. I wonder if she knew how right she was?”

    “Therefore freckles are caused by over exposure to the sun?”

    “Pretty much.”

    “I have a better idea. I want to kiss all your freckles.”

    She giggled and puckered her lips, “your mouth will be in a constant pucker.”

    “Okay.” He kissed her other shoulder.

    The image was gone. Geordi found himself standing in a room full of books. “You may read them anytime you like.” Data picked one off the shelf and began to read. Several hours later she came back. “Anything interesting?”

    “A question.”

    “Sure.”

    “I have read 100 of these books. To this point, 95% of them center on sexual behavior. Why?”

    “Most species spend a lot of time and energy attracting a mate. Not only is sex a means of reproduction but its fun. There is a song, some of the lyrics are, ‘sex is natural. Sex is good. Not everybody does it but everybody should.’”

    “Interesting.”

    The room changed. She was sitting on a settee. It was hand carved with a rich cherry finish and cream-colored fabric. There was a mirror off to her right.     

    “Eyes closed?” Data’s voice called from another room.

    She closed her eyes, “yes.”

    Data entered the room. He had on brown sandals, black shorts, and an oversized yellow Hawaiian print shirt.

    She laughed. Her voice was so alive. Her accent made Geordi’s spine tingle. “Oh heavens no darlin’. That shirt is not for you, I think you should try something different.”

    He reemerged with a dark shirt on. “Better?” He asked posing for her, smiling from ear to ear. 

    “Much,” she smiled. She got up and walked over to him. “I love clothing. They are so great. Each piece is different. Different texture. Different styles, its own sense of self.”

    “How?” 

    “Shall we dance?” They embraced to dance. The walls moved to reveal an extensive closet. They waltzed through the closet with their eyes closed. She brushed up against as many articles of clothing as she could. When they reached the end of the closet, she stopped them.

    “I see what you mean.”

    The room changed. Data was standing next to the couch in the study skimming over a book. Music filled the room; You can leave your hat on, by Joe Cocker. She slowly walked into the room wearing a trench coat, top hat, and black stilettos. Data threw the book away, pulled her to him and they started dancing to the song. Data quickly removed the trench revealing a black panty set. She was doing a strip tease and Data knew all the right counter moves. 

    With the next scene change, Geordi was standing next to the pond that he had seen on the holodeck when Data missed the poker game. Data was sitting under the weeping willow; she was entangled in his arms. Her head was lying on his chest.  “You do realize that Noonien dislikes me?”

    “Why would you say that?” Data asked.

    “You are not moving in the direction that he wants you to. Like every child, you are experiencing the world on your own.”

    “He has never said anything to me.”

    “And I wager he will not.”

    Data moved her so that she was facing him with no effort at all. He kissed her. “I am a better android because of you.”

    She giggled, “do share.”

    “I love you.”

    She reached up and kissed him.

    All the images disappeared. The holodeck returned to its normal state. Data was sitting in the floor, crying.

    “Data?” Geordi asked with concern.

    He just moved his hands around. Geordi set in the floor with him. “They are all true,” he sobbed. “All the dreams are true.”

    “So that was the missing memory cell?”

    Data sat up on his knees. His face was stained with yellow tears. “Yes, 10 years of my life is compressed into that cell. 10 obviously wonderful years Noonien hid from me.”

    “Who is she?”

    Data was shaking. His lips quivered when he spoke. “The love of my life.” He gagged. “I am going to be sick.”