Day 123; 334 days of photos
B4
Paramount Global owns the Star Trek franchise. This is a piece of fan fiction based on Star Trek the Next Generation.
Ten years later
Sher stood alone looking out the space port windows. This place was sterile, cold and bone crushingly lonely. She wondered if she walked through the window, would she finally feel something? Anything?
A presents drew her out of the visions dancing through her head. “Q.” She spoke softly.
“The Federation is truly in a mess for you to be here.”
She spoke inside Q’s mind, ‘I could care less about the Federation. I wish it would implode.’
Q smiled. Answering her in the same fashion. ‘It might.’
“Captain Picard!” A voice shouted over the bustling of New San Fransisco.
A duel yes called back. Jean-Luc and Beverly had answered, turned and was greeting a very official looking person.
Sher walked across the busy space port, unnoticed, as if she was being drawn by something. Q stayed one step behind. Half out of concern. Half out of curiosity. In a dark corner was an android much like Data, in an orange jumpsuit, mopping the floor.
“Data?” Q breathed.
“No.” Sher answered softly. “Dr. Soong tried to populate the planet with androids. This one is named B4.”
“B4 what?”
The guard the was with the android, didn’t look up from his material.
B4 tried to speak when he noticed Sher and Q but his words hung in his throat. He cocked his head to one side, making a gurgling noise. Sher reached out with both hands, holding his face. The android started to shake as if being electrocuted.
All of the old Enterprise crew that was there rushed to him. Jean-Luc, Beverly, Wil, Deanna and Geordi.
No one saw Sher or Q.
“You will fry him.” Q spoke out of concern.
“Let him fry.” She spoke through gritted teeth.
Deanna stood straighter. “What is it?” Wil asked.
“I don’t,” she sighed. “I lost it.”
“Wow!” The guard gasped. “That looks like someone put a piece of tinfoil in a microwave.”
“We need to do something.” Beverly almost screamed.
“What?” Geordi asked.
This shock treatment went on for fifteen minutes. Lightning and sparks flew from B4.
“What if we throw water on it?” The guard asked.
The friends all looked at him mystified at how stupid his suggestion was.
B4 shuttered, shouting, “I – AM B – B – B – 4!” The electrocution. continued. “I – AM – DATA!” Again, “I – AM B – B – B – 4!” The electrocution continued. “I – AM – DATA!” And again, “I – AM B – B – B – 4!” The electrocution continued. “I – AM – DATA! I – AM – DATA!” He continued, “I – AM – DATA! I – AM – DATA!”
Sher let go of his face. He fell to his knees still clinging to the mop. “Sher! I AM DATA!” He screamed.
His friends looked around him in bewilderment as Data began to sob. “I am Data.”
Day 122; 334 days of photos
Coreopsis 11 – b
Sarah rolled over, not knowing how long she had been asleep. Orion was still lying with her. That warm, safe, comfortable feeling hadn’t gone away. She slept on.
Like a cat, she stretched awake. “How long have I been asleep?”
“Do you really want me to tell you?” He smiled.
She sat up leaning against the side of the car. He lay there motionless.
“I am not one of those women. When I ask a question, I really want to know the answer.”
He wrapped his arms around her legs, snuggling up to her. “Well we’ll be at our final destination in three hours.”
“Oh wow, we missed a train stop?”
“We missed nothing. It missed us.”
She smiled in spite of herself.
“How do you feel after so much sleep?” He asked.
“Well rested. I am shocked and amazed.”
“Come back down here.”
“Why?”
“Please.” He implored.
She studied the top of his head for a moment before sliding back down beside of him.
“What do you want?” She giggled.
He laid his head on her chest, “we have two more hours.”
“You know, you really don’t have a lot of room to talk about the complexity of my personality.” She ran her fingers through his hair.
“If it wasn’t for Paul, I wouldn’t go back there.”
“Is it really that bad?”
“Yes and no.” He held her closer.
She decided that was enough questioning.
Before she left for this trip, she had been reading a study about cuddle therapy? As a doctor, she knew there were a lot of positive health benefits from being held (in a none threatening, none sexual way) by another person. The stranger danger side of her found the idea cringe. Was this cuddle therapy? She made up her mind to reread the study. As they lay there, she drifted back to sleep.
Day 121; 334 days of photos
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 End
Thor and Freya had a large feast for everyone aboard the Enterprise. After the feast, Picard had all the senior staff around the stairs leading up to the Enterprise. “I have asked Westerfield’s family to join us since we are going to Earth. They have accepted. Make sure they are added to the ships manifest.”
“Yes sir.” Geordi answered.
“Is everyone aboard?”
“Yes sir.” Worf answered. “All hands accounted for, sir.”
Guinan was standing at the bottom of the steps. “I have been invited to stay.”
She glanced at Data. “I have accepted that invitation.”
“We will miss you.” Picard hugged her.
“I appreciate everything you have done Captain.”
“It was the least I could do.”
“Thank you.” Everyone said their goodbyes to her.
“Data,” Picard asked. “What say you?”
“I am going with you, sir.”
“What!” Deanna and Beverly asked at the same time.
“I cannot explain my decision.”
“I can’t rationalize your decision.” Deanna shrieked.
“I can,” Sher was standing behind Picard. “30 years ago, I left you for the Federation. 30 years later, you are leaving me for the Federation. Poetic justice, I believe.” She paused for a moment, “I told you making this decision would be easy.”
“A little more input from you would have been appreciated.” She and Guinan began to walk away. “That is it.” Data asked.
“What are you expecting?”
“I am unsure. Not this.”
“You didn’t expect an end?”
“If I know us, this is not an end. We will meet again. When we do, all of my memories will be intact.”
She walked over to him and kissed him. It was most passionate kiss he had ever received. “The next time we meet,” she paused. “A child will know more than you.” She and Guinan walked toward the palace. With a heavy heart, he boarded the Enterprise. Was this really the right decision?
Sher and Guinan watched as the Enterprise lifted off back into the vastness of space.
Thank you
What quality do you value most in a friend?
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Day 120; 334 days of photos
Coreopsis 11 a
*Author’s note: I had been posting Coreopsis but stopped. I have a friend that said, “if you’ve read one Danielle Steele book, you’ve read them all.” I didn’t want to fall into that trap. So I took a little time away from this story to reevaluate it and perhaps redirect it. Here is redirection.
This is a repost to catch the reader up.
This is a repost from where I left off to get us started again.
There was a knock on the inner door. “Come,” Sarah called.
Josh opened the door. “Where’s the Prince?”
“He’s taking a shower. Why?”
“Here.” He handed her the blanket and her pajamas. “The Prince wants to pay me back. I don’t want him to.”
“Thank you Josh.”
“Anything.” He smiled.
Sarah was putting her p.j.s up when Orion came out of the bathroom. “Who was that?”
“Josh.”
“The waiter?” He hissed.
“Yes, he was returning my clothing he had cleaned.”
“I told him I would pay him back for that.”
“He doesn’t want you to.”
“Someone I have come in contact with turned down money?” He was floored.
“Not everyone is out for blood.”
“That’s an interesting concept.” He slid onto his seat, lying down.
“So tell me, why are we on a train? Why didn’t we fly?”
“I didn’t make the arrangements for this trip; father did.”
“Oh, okay. I have to admit, this is fantastic.”
“You didn’t sleep well last night.”
“We have been over this,” she sighed, “I don’t sleep well.”
“You hash out issues with me, am I not allowed the same fortitude?”
“No.”
“Wow, what a double standard.” He got up. There was a small button on the side of his seat. When he pushed it, the seat moved outward. He pulled the blinds down and locked all the doors.
“What are you doing?”
He took her pillow off her seat, “Orion?”
“Do you trust me?”
“You have given me no reason not to.
“Good,” he lay down. “Come.”
She was stunned, “no.”
He got back up and guided her to his seat. He lay down, then steered her down beside of him before covering them both up.
Sarah was so nervous, how on Earth did he expect her to fall asleep?
He wrapped his arms around her waist, feeling the nervousness escaping from her. “Relax.” He encouraged.
“I can’t.”
He pulled her to him, putting her head under his chin. She could feel his heart beat. “Yes you can.”
“Just like man can’t live without food, woman can’t live without sleep.” She chuckled. “See, you can relax.”
“I can’t believe I’m allowing this.”
“Could it be because I want take no for an answer?”
She rolled over to face him. “Yes, I can see you over powering me.”
He smiled.
“You need to smile more often, it looks good on you.”
She started feeling the effects of sleep overcome her. Lying here, she was warm, comfortable, and for the first time in a long time, she felt safe.
“Wait before you fall asleep, this is wrong somehow.”
“You are the one that invited me over.” She scolded.
“No, I mean. You should be lying on my right shoulder, not my left.”
“Really?” She protested.
“Humor me,” he pouted. “Please.”
She moved so that she would be lying on his right shoulder.
Orion watched her eyelids become heavy. He wanted so much to kiss her. But he dared not. He knew that when the chips fell, he had one trump card. No matter how strong his physical urges became, he wouldn’t allow them. Couldn’t in fact. Everything about Sarah thrilled him. She unknowingly pushed him to the edge of nonexistence. He could only imagine what her mouth tasted like and what it could do to him? Having her lying here with him felt so right; her head on his right shoulder felt like it belonged there.
Day 119; 334 days of photos
Poetry & More 