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You are not friend
“Data we want to go to the Luminaria.” Wil ordered.
It was obvious that Data was not happy with that thought but he entered the coordinates into the transporter station. Everyone got on the transporter pad except Data. “You are going with us.” Wil ordered.
Data glared at him, “great.”
The little ensign behind the podium was shocked. So many of the commanding officers had never been in the transporter room at one time during his watch. Data climbed onto the pad. “Energize.” Picard ordered.
“Yes sir.” Came a weak reply.
Soon they materialized in the corridor to the Luminaria. “What was that little display about?” Wil snapped.
“I have no desire to be here.” Data answered.
They all entered the room. “Okay,” Picard asked. “What is this?”
“It is a Luminaria. It takes light waves and generates images of thought.” Data answered.
“That could be very personal.” Beverly remarked.
“You have no idea how.” Data almost snarled.
“Data you did a marvelous job playing tonight.” Deanna smiled.
“Thank you.”
“How do you feel?”
“I want to go to bed. I am tired.”
“How does this thing work?” Picard asked.
“Sit down sir.” Data answered.
Picard did. The room filled with light, images started to appear on the walls. It was the vineyard in the small French village where Picard grew up. He and Robert were wrestling in the mud. Marie caught them and what started out as a fight ended up in laughter. The Picard brothers ended twenty ears of bitterness during that fight. Picard had mixed emotions about this memory. The next image that appeared was of him and Beverly when they were trapped on Kesprytt. Picard got up. “I take it the rest of you have tried this?”
“No,” Data responded. “Only you and I, sir.”
“Geordi.” Wil promptly reminded him.
“Geordi isn’t here.” Data turned and walked out of the room.
“Data,” Deanna called after him. She looked at Wil with concern. “Another contraction. Data!”
“And you say he’s not schizophrenic.” Will offered.
They all rushed after him. By the time they were in the corridor, he had disappeared.
“Where did he go?” Beverly asked.
“Where did he go George? Huh! Where did he go?” Came a childlike voice.
“I have zero patience for games.” Picard snapped.
“Then you will get zero help finding Mr. Data.” The Jormungand’s voiced turned back to its feminine adult tone.
“We are sorry.” Beverly answered. “What do you want?”
“You are not truly friends of Data’s.”
“What would make you say that?” Deanna asked.
“He doesn’t want to be over here, yet you made him come anyway.”
“We are trying to get to the bottom of what is bothering him.” Picard answered. “Sometimes we do things that are distasteful. But they have to be faced.”
“Picard, Jean-Luc – captain, your service record is impeccable.”
He looked around, “thank you.”
“Is Data alright.” Beverly asked.
“Crusher, Beverly – doctor. Data is fine.”
“Then where is he?” Deanna asked.
“Troi, Deanna – counselor.” There was a pause. “Ewe Beta.”
“What is wrong with me being a Betazoid?”
“Half Betazoid. Your father was an honest man.”
“What do you know about my dad?”
“More than you.”
“That’s enough!” Wil shouted.
“Riker, William Thomas – commander; hot head with a healthy libido.”
“Right.” He hissed. “Are we finished with the 20 observations?”
There was silence.
“Nice Wil.” Beverly remarked.
They found themselves on the bridge. “Okay.” Deanna sighed.
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