Lost Past; A Star Trek Story
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Really awake
Data drew a sharp breath as those soft hands slid around his waist. There was the slightest amount of pressure as she laid her head on his back. “Hello there.”
“Hmm, hi.” She snuggled against him. “What do you call this room?”
“It is our arboretum.”
“Do you spend a lot of time in here?”
“More recently than I ever have.”
“I understand why.”
“Tell me because I do not understand. I am drawn to this room all of a sudden.”
“It looks like my suite in the palace.”
“Was I there?”
“Yes, we were there a year.”
“I cannot remember it.”
“It will come back to you.”
“You keep saying that. I keep trying.”
“Don’t push it. Learn as you go.
“It hurts, Sher.”
“How?”
“If I had a heart, it would be heavy. I feel like I want to cry without knowing why.”
“Then cry, work out your feelings.”
He fell to his knees. “You have all of your memories in tact. You know what we had. I cannot share in that rapture. It is tearing me apart inside.” He turned toward her. She sat beside of him. Her hair was growing. It looked like an extremely short haircut now.
“I’m not sure which way to help you. There are so many of ways.”
“What is the best way?”
“To let you remember things in your own time.”
“I was afraid you were going to say that.”
“I know. You want to know everything and know it now. Think of your past as a research project. Make every new thing you learn one more piece to the overall puzzle.”
“That is easier said than done.”
“It always is.” She kissed him. He couldn’t breathe. He held her closer. He wouldn’t let the kiss end.
“I do not ever want to lose you again.” His eyes were heavy with tears.
“That, my love, is entirely up to you.”
“What does that mean?” He sniffed.
“There is no hidden meaning to it. No riddles.”
“You know about Tasha?”
“Of course.” She smiled.
“And you are not upset.”
“Should I be?”
Data thought for a moment. “That is up to you.”
“Well then, no, I am not. I am glad you experimented. Plus, you never knew we existed. I would have gotten upset if you had remembered me.”
He caressed her face. She closed her eyes allowing her sense of touch to absorb his fingers. When he kissed her, goose bumps danced across her skin.
“Do you promise I will remember everything?”
“It will take time. Perhaps more time than you are willing to allow but it will all come back to you.” He recaptured her lips. “What are you thinking right now?” She whispered.
“How well I know those soft lips. How delicate your touch is. I am enjoying this feeling I feel.”
“What feeling is that?”
“All of my emotions are alert. Most of all I feel vulnerable.”
“Vulnerable? I never would have imagined that.”
“I feel like anything you want, I will do it. I am completely at your mercy.”
“I like that.” She smiled. He laid his head in her lap.
“I enjoy being with you.”
“As do I.” She stroked his hair. “I feel at peace to be near you. I have a sense of overwhelming love. Why is that?”
“I invoke in you what you want most. With you peace, you have struggled for so long to want to be human that peace with your desires is what you crave. That overwhelming sense of love is two fold.”
“Because we love each other we both feel it?”
“Correct, my Prince.” She continued to play with his hair. “When did you start weighing your hair down with gel?”
“I have always fixed it this way.”
“Have you?”
He smiled, “I assume not.” He released a long sigh. “I could go to sleep with
you doing that.”
“Then go. I have fallen asleep on you before.”
He stared deep into her eyes. In the recesses of her mind, he knew she was weak. He could see it. Outwardly she was trying to be strong. She was doing the bare minimum of what her body would allow her to do. He did fall asleep on her lap: a true genuine sleep.
Coreopsis 10 – b
Sarah had only eaten half of her bagel. Orion just stared at it. “That looks so good. But I know what is going to happen if I try it.” He closed his eyes. She didn’t say a word. “If I hang around you, I am going to be around food?”
“What was your first clue?” She snapped.
He stared at her in amazement, studying her face. She didn’t at all look happy about his comment. Angry in fact. It was a different anger than what he saw before. Okay, he thought, where do I go from here?
She left.
God what did I do? He watched her walk away. She had the roundest butt he had ever watched.
There was nowhere on this stupid train to hide. She just wanted to run away. Instead she found comfort sitting on the stairs watching the gravels blur past.
He turned back around stretching his long jean clad legs out into her chair. The bagel was still lying on the table. Before long, it had transformed into her butt. There it was, her perfectly round butt was staring back at him. The light brown bagel with dots of blueberries scattered throughout; smother with cream cheese transformed itself into a flowing light brown skirt adorned with large white flowers. The flowers had delicate blue centers. All he wanted to do was set there and stare at her.
How did he know this was going to happen? This couldn’t happen. In the middle of his vision, he heard Floria’s voice. “I loath you?” She hissed. Her face then appeared. “You are not the man of my dreams.” The image of her face became distorted. “I will make sure this marriage doesn’t work.” Her voice became indistinct, almost robotic laughing at him. “Eat this.” Her laughing became hysterical.
“Oh dear God.” He moaned, sinking down in the chair. Finally, he got up. He didn’t know what he did but he had to make it right.
The car door behind Sarah slid open. “Child, what are you doing out here?” an older female voice call to her.
“Just watching.” She pointed out the door.
The lady sat down beside of her. She was someone’s grandmother. Sarah longed for a grandmother. “What did he do?”
Sarah stared at her for a moment. This lady had kind green eyes. “Excuse me?”
“Honey,” she flopped her hand back and forth. “He always does something. They say the wrong thing. They make funny noises. They wear weird clothing. They try to order for us. They never, never, never, get it right. You will be lucky if once in your life he gets it right.”
“What makes you think a man is at the root of my problem?”
“Aren’t they always child?”
“80% of the time.”
“No, 99% of the time.” She corrected Sarah.
The door slid open again. “Norma! Norma! Where are you woman?”
“I am sitting down here Edgar.” She hissed, “What do you want?”
A stately gentleman leaned out the door. “Who is she?”
“What business is it of yours Edgar, go eat your soup.”
“Woman, stop telling me what to do.” He stepped out into the corridor. “Honey, don’t listen to a thing this bat tells you. It’s a bunch of hooey.” He snorted.
Sarah couldn’t help but smile.
“What are you doing sitting out here?” Norma asked.
“A product of my own design.”
“Nonsense.” Edgar rattled. “Nonsense.” He banged on the door to the car Sarah and Orion were sharing.
The train whistle blew bringing Orion out of his stupor. He might have fallen asleep but he wasn’t sure. When he looked around him, he was very much aware that Sarah wasn’t there. A trimmer of panic rumbled through his head. He heard a knock from the corridor. When he opened the door, he found an elderly gentleman standing there with his back to Orion. “May I help you?”
“Young man.” He turned to face Orion. “Norma!” He directed his attention toward his wife but his eyes were transfixed on Orion.
“What Edgar?” She looked up. Neither of them knew what to say.
“Count, Countess,” Orion greeted them.
That figures, Sarah thought. Everyone is someone.
“We are sorry, sir.”
The train was slowing down.
“This is awkward,” Norma blushed. She stood up, glancing at Edgar.
The train gave a jerk as it continued to slow down. “I guess we should go.” Edgar cleared his throat.
The train jerked again as it came to a complete stop. The retractable doors slid open. Everyone heard the conductor say, “Saltora!”
Sarah litterly jumped to the platform.
Orion took a deep breath. “Not only is she a doctor, she’s a woman.” He went back into their car to put on a pair of shoes.
Norma and Edgar where still standing in the corridor in shock. Orion walked past them off the train.
Pumpkin spice mug cake
Pumpkin Spice Protein Mug Cake
Serves: 1
Prep Time 5 minutes
Cook Time 1 minute (depending on your microwave)
Ingredients
2 scoops Autumn’s Vanilla Protein Powder (I use whatever powder I have)
2 tablespoons almond flour
1 egg
1/4 ripe banana thoroughly mashed (substitute Greek yogurt if bananas don’t work for you 1/4 to 1/2 of a cup)
1/4 cup pumpkin puree
2 tablespoons whole milk
1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract
1/2 teaspoon pumpkin pie spice
1/4 teaspoon baking powder
coconut oil/ghee/butter for greasing
Optional Toppings
2-3 tablespoons homemade zero sugar whipped cream
pumpkin pie spice
Instructions
Grease the inside of your microwave-safe mug with a little butter, coconut oil or ghee (to prevent sticking).
Combine all base ingredients in a small bowl or directly in your oven/microwave safe mug. If using a bowl, transfer the mixed ingredients to your mug.
Microwave for 1 minute. Use a toothpick or a knife to check that the mug cake is cooked all the way through (it should come out clean). If not, cook for another 30 seconds, or until done.
Remove and allow to cool for 5 minutes.
Optional to top with whipped cream and pumpkin pie spice.
Notes
If using an oven, preheat oven to 350°F and bake in about a 3.5 inch ramekin (to ensure it’s oven safe) for 25 to 30 minutes. Remove and allow to cool for about 3 to 5 minutes before adding the toppings.
Equipment
microwave safe mug or ramekin
Nutrition
Carbohydrates: 19g | Protein: 31g | Fat: 13g | Fiber: 3g
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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.
The Claddagh
The Jormungand smelt of lavender and roses. Data was lost in a moment of scent-ual pleasure. Steam came rolling through the living room. “Sher?”
“I am in here.”
He walked to the bathroom. She had the curtain pulled almost covering the tub. Steam puffed from the water in little clouds. “How hot is that water?”
“As hot as I can stand it.” She smiled. Her hair was starting to grow. She had little tuffs all over her head.
“From the amount of steam in here, I would estimate it is 150 degrees
Fahrenheit.”
“You are welcome to test it.”
He knelt by the tub, sticking his hand over the side. “160, I was off a little.” She was covered up to her neck with bubbles. “How does a hot bath feel?”
“Like a gift from God.”
“I have been dying to talk to you. Now that I have the chance, I do not know what to talk about.”
“Well, I do. I want to thank you. I never would have made it without your help.”
“You are welcome. You know I would have done more if you would have let
me.”
“No. I had no idea you had the emotion chip Noonien made for you installed. I never would have imposed upon you if I would have known.”
“Would you have asked me?”
“I didn’t have the energy to ask. So, no I wouldn’t have.” She caressed his face with a bubble-covered hand. “I have missed you my golden prince.”
“I wish I could say the same. I am just discovering what we meant to each other. I am amazed at the things we did.”
“I don’t hold you responsible for that. I cursed Noonien for years. But looking back on it, he did the right thing. The villagers would have destroyed those memories.”
He leaned over and kissed her. It was that kiss he was hoping to have; those soft lips that he remembered in his dreams. The feeling of being alive grew in him. He let go of the kiss breathing deeply. “Something wrong?”
“Yes,” he continued to breathe. “No. I have longed for your touch. Wept because of it. I wondered if that feeling was real or not.”
“And?”
“This feeling is very real.”
“Yes it is.”
He cleared his throat, “are you moving too fast?”
“How do you mean?”
“You are up already.”
“I couldn’t lay there any longer. I was half afraid Dr. Crusher would come back
with her needles. No offence to you, I feel safer over here.”
“No offence taken. I have been a horrible protector.”
“No you have not. You have been wonderful. I couldn’t have asked for better.” She reached up and kissed him. He wrapped his arm around her waist. “You are going to get your uniform wet.”
“I do not care.” He slid down the side of the tub sloshing water in the floor.
She giggled, “what are you doing?”
“Being right where I want to be.” He slid under her. She laid her head on his shoulder. He kissed her earlobe.
“What would your friends think?”
“That I have lost all my mental faculties.” She snuggled into him. “They were
starting to think that anyway.”
“Did that make you the least bit bitter?”
“No, they did not understand. I knew I was not going crazy. You taught me a saying once, ‘people fear what they do not understand.”” He lifted her hands out of the water. On her right hand, she was wearing a Claddagh. I gave you that did I not?”
“Yes, you did.”
“For love, we wear the heart. In friendship, we wear the hands. And, in loyalty and lasting fidelity: we wear the Claddagh crown. Worn on the right hand, with crown and heart facing out, the ring tells that the wearer’s heart is yet to be won.
While under love’s spell it is worn with heart and crown facing inwards. Wearing the ring on the left hand, with the crown and heart facing inwards, signifies that your love has been requited.” She was wearing it with the crown and heart facing inwards on the right hand. “I have won your love?”
“Yes, you did.”
“I do not remember fighting anyone.”
“You fought years of bitterness and hatred. You fought thousands of memories from tainted lies. You fought your battle well and won the prize.” Together they sung the Claddagh song: “My thoughts are as glad as the morning
My heart is as light as the dew
With this ring, / remember the passion And I can think only of you
Your gift of those bright happy hours
Stay with me through each night and day
With hands joined forever and ever
More than mere words can ever convey
Together we stand in a rainbow And glow with the colors of love
Forever, we will be together Held in the bond of our love.”
“Do you remember making this ring?” She asked.
“No, I made it.”
“Yes.”
“Silver because you cannot wear gold. A yellow stone to remind you of me.”
“You wrote in it as well.”
He took it off of her finger, “love always Data.” He put it back on her finger with the heart and crown facing inwards.
“That was the first thing you ever attempted to make.”
“I made 30 before I got one right. I remember now. It had to be as lovely as you.” He let out a long sigh. “I remember Dr. Soong did not like it that we were getting close.”
“He felt he was loosing control again.”
“I now know that he made many androids. For the longest time, I thought I was the only one.”
“I know.” She changed the subject back to the ring. “What made you choose the Claddagh?”
“It was such a sweet story”
“Do you remember the party where you first met Guinan?”
“Yes. I saw that picture of her on your wall.”
“I was at that party.”
“You were not.”
“Yes, I was. I hid when you walked in.”
“Why did you hide?”
“Seeing me would have stirred memories. You were not ready for that.”
“Is that the only time you have been present?”
“Yes. In this time, I was on HaBlich. Things happen for a reason, my love.
They must be allowed to happen. No matter how much they hurt.” In a matter of minutes, she was asleep.
“Sleep my Princess.” He whispered. He dried her off, wrapped her up, and put her to bed. He watched her sleep until his shift started the next day.
Face
Face
Face the nation time
Clothes, make-up, perfume and shoes
Face my small town world
Coreopsis 10 – a
Orion woke to find the porter sitting where Sarah should have been.
“Welcome back.” Josh smiled.
“Where is she?” He wiped the sleep from his face.
“Exploring sir, she asked me to watch over you.” The train whistle blew.
“Leaving already?” Orion groaned, “Where are we?”
“Merentro, we are just doing a passenger exchange where we lost so much time.”
“What happened to me?” Orion asked in a weak voice.
“You got really sick, throwing up all over your lady friend.”
“Oh Sarah, she must hate me?”
“No, she took it really well. I had her clothes cleaned.”
“Thank you. Give me the bill when they are done.”
“Sir, may I say something?”
Orion just stared at him for a long moment. “If you must.”
“This one is different sir.”
“What?” Orion was taken by surprise.
“This one is different sir. She is kind, thoughtful, nice and above all full of life. Forgive me, I know this is not my place but she might be the one sir.”
“No, it is not your place.”
“Forgive me sir. I pray you will give her half a chance.”
Sarah entered the car. “Hi guys.”
“You seem happy today.” Josh grinned.
“I have you something Josh, here,” she handed him a little box.
“You shouldn’t have.”
“It isn’t much.”
“Awesome.” He rejoiced opening the lid. “Jazzreman chocolates. Thank you.” He wanted to jump up and down and hug her, instead he left.
She sat down beside of Orion. “I have you something too.”
“Sarah,” he shuffled his feet. “Josh told me that I got sick on you.”
“You didn’t remember that?”
“No, all I remember was our talk on the stairs and I think I only remember part of that.”
“Don’t worry about it.” She gave him a reassuring smile. “I am washable.”
“What’s in the bag?”
The train whistle blew a second time.
She pulled out a blue box. “This is no where near as good as chocolate. But I am praying they will be more beneficial. I believe in herbs and natural medicines. If you are receptive to the idea, I want you to try this. The only thing they are supposed to do is help in relieving the pain, nothing more. You lay one under your tongue and they dissolve. You don’t have to eat or drink.”
He rolled the box around in his hands for a moment. “Thank you.”
“They don’t bite.” She playfully watched him.
A weak smile crossed his lips. “What else is in the bag?”
“Oh,” she giggled. “I found a bagel shop. Since it is breakfast, I bought two huge blueberry bagels smothered in cream cheese.” He started to speak, “I don’t expect you to eat anything. I am going to take these into the dining room so that I don’t tempt you.” She got up. “I did get you something else.” She pulled a colorful tube out of her bag, smiling she left.
He flipped the tube over to see where it came from. There were no markings of any kind. Smiling to himself, he opened the container. She had bought him a lavender shirt. Lavender, he laughed to himself. Not a color he would have chosen. After a long luke warm shower, he joined her in the dining room. She was sitting there with Josh enjoying those huge blueberry bagels. Josh moved to get up.
“No,” Orion waved him down. He pulled up a chair next to Sarah.
She smiled. “Would you like to try a bite?” She asked giggling, “You have on the shirt.”
“How did you know what size to buy?”
“A little birdie told me.”
Josh blushed, “sorry sir.”
“Do you like it?” She asked.
“I don’t know about lavender.”
“It looks good with your complexion. One needs to play with colors.” She wiggled on the seat.
“If I may be so bold, it looks good.” Josh grinned.
“Thank you.”
Josh didn’t want to overstay his welcome; he collected the uneaten half of his bagel and politely left; which was his custom.
Quote for today
“Sometimes, even to live is an act of courage.”
Lucius Annaeus Seneca
Silly song
I found this in the notes section of my phone. Looks like I didn’t make it very far. 🤣
🎶Dashin’ through the snow
In a beat up Chevrolet
South, down the road I go
To print payroll checks without delay
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.
Protein Compound
Westerfield strolled into sickbay. Dr. Crusher was busily working. “What are you doing Doctor?“ He asked.
“I am trying to learn more about this blood compound I took from Data when he was sick.” She never looked up.
“What have you learned?”
“Not much,” she scratched her head. “I think I have found a compound to reanimate it. I need to conduct some more tests on it.”
“Reanimate it, how?”
“Everything I introduce from out side kills it. So I have taken some of the proteins out and have grown them, and have reintroduced them back into the compound.”
“And?”
“To this point it hasn’t had an effect. The compound has neither rejected nor accepted the proteins.”
“How much of the protein mix do you have?”
“20cc’s.”
“Good put 10cc’s in two needles and come with me.”
Dr. Crusher stood up straight. “What?”
“You heard me.”
“This is just in the test phase, I can’t inject this into a living being.”
“You will do what I tell you.” They walked through the corridors to Data’s quarters.
“Open the doors.”
Beverly tried, they would not open, “Oh well, it wouldn’t open.” She started to walk away; Charles grabbed her by the arm. “I said open it.” She took a deep breath, glaring at Westerfield. “Medical override, Crusher, Dr. Beverly, Delta 9.”
The computer responded, “There is no medical emergency inside.”
“Authorization override, Westerfield, Admiral Charles D, Beta, Beta, Beta.” The door slid open, “you have to know how to sweet talk the ladies.” He pushed Beverly inside. Sher had taken her true form. She didn’t have any hair on any part of her body yet. With the exception of her size she looked like a newborn child. “There is your test subject. See if your protein mix works.”
“I can’t do that. I can’t bring harm to a living being. I will be breaking my oath.”
“I am giving you a direct order. I don’t care about your oath. Try it.”
Beverly walked closer to the body. “Who is this?”
“That isn’t important. What is important is that you have done everything you can to save her.”
“I don’t even know if this will work. I could be doing more damage than good.”
“At least you can say you tried.” Westerfield never flinched.
Beverly leaned over her. She took one of the needles out of her pocket. When she would bring the needle close to the skin, the skin would move away from the needle. “This is remarkable. The skin doesn’t want to be touched by the needle. She is alive.” Beverly protested.
“I don’t care. Inject her.” Westerfield stayed calm as he could be. He tapped his communicator, “I need a security detail in front of Room 2667.”
Data walked into the room. “What are you doing?”
“This doesn’t concern you.” Westerfield snapped. “Dr. Crusher is going to save her life.”
“Dr. Crusher is going to kill her. Do not inject her with that needle.” Data voiced.
“It has a protein mixture in it that will save her life.” Westerfield raised his chin
with pride.
“Anything you inject her with will kill her.”
“Says you. I say Dr. Crusher needs to test your theory. Inject the stufff.”
“Dr. Crusher, do not do this.” Data pleaded.
Worf stormed into the room with his security detail. “Arrest him for interfering with official business.” Westerfield pointed at Data.
“Dr. Crusher,” Data backed up against the wall behind him, “you do not know what you are doing? Please do not inject her.”
“Why are we playing around here? I have given you a direct order.”
“This isn’t right.” Beverly protested. “I don’t know if this will work.”
Data sank to his knees in the floor as Picard walked into the room, “Beverly, please do not do this.” Tears welled up in his eyes. Please.”
“Could someone explain to me what is going on here?” Picard order.
“Running a test.” Westerfield was staring at Beverly.
“Captain, I can’t do this.”
Westerfield grabbed a hold of her arm pushing it down toward the body.
Beverly struggled against him. Even though he was older than her, he was much stronger. Data closed his eyes, feeding as much energy as he could to Sher.
“No!” Beverly screamed, “I will not do this.” She threw the needle away from the
body. Westerfield pushed her to the floor. Picard rushed to her side.
Westerfield picked up the needle, “weaklings, let me show you how this is done. You simply insert the needle into the skin and squeeze the plunger. I am amazed the Enterprise is functional. None of you can take orders. I am shocked that we are not wondering through space.” He laughed a most wicked laugh.
“Wait a minute, we are just wondering through space.” Data said as he collapsed in the floor. Worf went to his aid.
Sher reached up grabbing a hold of Westerfield’s arm.
When Sher opened her eyes, they were red. “Dr. Crusher was only trying to help you.” Westerfield stammered. She bent his arm backwards breaking it like a twig. Everyone cringed at the sound. He screamed. She then took the needle and emptied its contents on the floor before lying back down on the bed asleep. “Bitch! Bitch, look what you did.” The broken part of his arm just hung there. “Bitch!” He hit Jean-Luc, knocking him out of the way before wrestling Beverly, taking the other needle. He rushed at Sher with it. He stabbed at her but hit nothing. There was a protective shield around her. Data was coming around. Westerfield tried to stab her again but hit nothing.
“What the?” Data began to laugh. A transparent hand developed seizing Westerfield’s good arm. More and more a body formed, when it was finished developing, it was Q.
“I really don’t think you want to do this.” Q took the needle giving it back to Beverly. “Destroy this. You have been a bad boy Admiral.” Q lifted his broke arm. Westerfield screamed. “Dr. Crusher, I believe you need to take a look at this.”
Jean-Luc helped her to her feet. They escorted Admiral Westerfield to sickbay.”
Worf helped Data to his feet. “Is she okay?” He muffled a question.
“Yes,” Worf growled.
Data passed out.
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