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.

Let’s remember together 

“I am freezing.” He frantically uncovered her. Her skin was turning blue. “What the?” He took off his jacket and shoes, covering up with her. He wrapped his arms and legs around her. He increased his body temperature to try to help her.

She moaned, snuggling up to him. “I am so cold.” She moaned. “Da,”

“Shh, it is okay. I am here. We will get you warm some how.” She rolled over, laying her head in his neck. She was ice cold. Even so, he pulled her to him.

“Sher?” He held her close to him. He slid his hands under her shirt up her back.

She moaned, scooting closer to him. “Why are you so cold?” After an hour, she fell asleep. Data lowered the temperature in his quarters and his body temperature.

He started shaking so hard he woke her up. “DaTa. DaTa.” She tried to wake him up. “DaTa darlin’ you’re trembling.” He held her closer to him. What were you dreaming about?”

“I was remembering that week before you left.”

“Oh. I remember that week well.”

“We had lots of fun did we not?”

“Yes we did. We worshiped each other for a whole week. We did whatever we wanted to do.”

“It seems like a life time ago.”

“It was.” She went back to sleep. Data was shocked over her lack of interest.

Shocked to the point that it hurt his feelings. When she woke, Data was gone.

She went over to the Jormungand. She spent hours walking the halls.

“Are you alright?”

She jumped to see Data watching her. “What time is it?”

“5:00pm.” She continued pacing. “I came to tell you that I am working the night shift tonight.”

“That is fine thank you.” She was cold toward him. Distant. He turned to leave. She didn’t even notice that he was gone. She left the Jormungand and started wondering the Enterprise. She wondered onto the bridge. Data jumped to his feet when the turbo lift doors opened. “I know, I know, I’m not suppose to be here. Picard will get over himself.”

“Can’t sleep?”

“No, I can’t.” She sat in the navigator’s chair next to him. “Events happen in our lives that we don’t anticipate. I knew that I was going to meet you. I had no idea that I was going to love you.” There was a moment of silence in her thoughts.

“You have had a luxury I haven’t had. I have had to live the last 30 years with the constant memory of what you and I meant to each other. All of my memories have stayed in tact; from the day we met to the day we departed.” She gave a long sigh. Data thought at any moment she was going to cry.

“Emotionally, leaving you has been the hardest thing I have ever had to do. I cried for a week after we departed. No one compressed my memories for me. I had to endure them. Emotions are painful Data. Even the good ones can bring you pain.” She got up.

“Sher.” He grabbed her hand. She turned to face him, crying. He pulled her on his lap. “What was the happiest memory you have of us?” He wiped away her tears.

“The day you gave me the Claddagh. You were so nervous. At the same time, you were so proud of your creation. You were glowing when you gave it to me. It was so beautiful. The moment was flowing with love. The only time I ever took it off was when I was on HaBlich.”

Data reached up and kissed her. “I do love you. It is just so hard to imagine me doing all those things we did. And feeling all those things I felt. I am so conflicted inside. I know it has little to do with you. I am struggling to put my emotions into words.”

“Let me help you work through these emotions. I have never put words in your mouth. I will not start now.”

He kissed her again. In a moment of passion, they ended up on the floor of the bridge. He remembered all the right buttons to push to make her moan with delight.