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Q

    Beverly burst into Captain Picard’s office.

    “Doctor!” He jumped.

    “I am sorry.” She was visibly shaken. “I have to talk to you and the rest of the senior staff.”

    “What about?”

    “I am not going crazy.” She paced. “I am not.”

    “Doctor.”

    “Jean-Luc, I am scared. I haven’t been this scared in a long time.”

    All the senior staff was assembled in the ready-room.

    “Okay, Dr. Crusher, we are all here.” Captain Picard broke the silence.

    Beverly stood up. “I asked Captain Picard to call everyone here. The last three nights in a row Q has woke me up standing at the foot of my bed. He was wearing a white robe and he was glowing. He never says a word. He just watches me with his eyes. It is spooky and it is scaring me.”

    Guinan stepped out of the shadows. “I have seen him as well.” She put her hand on Data’s shoulder as she walked past him.

    “I knew Q had something to do with this.” Commander Riker scoffed.

    “Have you ever looked at his face?” Guinan asked Beverly.

    “No, not really.”

    “Q is a mischievous being. We all know that he likes to play games. Mess with people’s minds. He looks sad to me. Almost depressed. That isn’t the face of a prankster.”

    “I have been so shaken by his presents to notice his face.” Beverly confessed.

  Worf shook his head. “I have seen him as well.” 

    “Mr. Worf?” The Captain asked.

    “When a warrior sees visions it is an omen. They always have a meaning. For me, he is pointing out the window.”

    “Into space.” Data was looking out the window of the ready-room. “What is out there? What are we supposed to find?”

    Captain Picard tapped his communicator. “Admiral Westerfield, join me in my ready-room.”

    The Admiral walked in to see all the senior staff and some lady waiting on him. 

    “Admiral, my crew are experiencing strange events that are interfering with their duties. Where are we going?”

    “That is classified.” Westerfield puffed out his chest.

    “As ships counselor, I think it is in the best interest of the crew if we stopped and evaluated our current situation. If these events get worse we need to go back.” Counselor Troi voiced. 

    “That is impossible, we cannot turn back. I will take command of this vessel if I have too.” Westerfield shouted.

    Wil glared at him.

    “Why am I not supposed to know the process behind deploying a Goodwill Ambassador? Why am I not supposed to know a Goodwill Ambassador? Why does it infuriate you so to think I do?” Data asked.

    “I don’t know what you are referring to?” Westerfield raised his chin with pride.

    Deanna was in shock.

    Data got up. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He fell backwards failing to catch himself with his chair, landing in the floor. He raised his head, opening his eyes. They were red; a shade of red that could only be described as the flames of hell red. If you looked at them too long, they might burn you. He got up walking slowly toward Westerfield.

    Westerfield began to roll his chair backwards. “Picard, control your officer.” He said with a shaky voice.

    “This officer took a personal interest in this mission when it began to make him ill.” Data growled. “You had better pray to whatever god you pray to that this is a rescue mission.” He continued to growl. He was acting like an animal defending itself.

    Guinan stepped between Data and Westerfield.

    “Guinan,” he stared at her. His voice became calm. He closed his eyes; because his head was spinning from all these wild thoughts. He tried to focus instead fell. This time Q caught him. He helped Data to his chair.

    “Data.” Q had taken a special interest in Data after he saved Q’s life.

    “Q”, he moaned. “You are scaring everyone.”

    Q looked around. “My deepest apologies.” He bowed.

    Data sank into his chair. Q wouldn’t let him fall in the floor again. There was pain on Data’s android face. His breathing was haggard. When he opened his eyes again, they were still red. 

    “Beta,” he hissed. “Leak.”

    “I do not!” Deanna took offence to the comment. She thought for a moment. “What do you mean Beta leak?”

    Data took a leap through the air lunging at Westerfield. Q caught him in midair, wrestling him to the floor.

    An Egyptian figure appeared out of nowhere. He was dressed in a white tunic. He hurled Q through the air like he was a ragdoll. Q  hit the wall with bone crushing force. “You were warned,” his voice was deep and harsh.

    “I am doing nothing wrong.” Q whimpered. 

    This stranger looked around the room. He pointed at Beverly, “really.”

    Q shrugged his shoulders then disappeared.

    He picked Data up, putting him back in his chair.

    After several minutes of struggling to breathe, Data came around. “Osiris?”

    The figure disappeared.

    “Westerfield I want answers.” Jean-Luc jumped to his feet, confronting his old friend.

    “I believe we all need to move to the bridge.” Data was looking out the window.

    “Why?” Jean-Luc snapped.

    “What is that?” Worf questioned.

    Everyone turned to look out the window.

   “To your stations,” Picard roared.

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Found it

     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.” 

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Find it

    The holodeck door slid open. “So what are we doing?” Geordi asked in his usual nice manner.

    “I would like you to assist me with something.” Data replied.

    “Are you okay?”

    “For now.”

    “What would you like help with?”

    “I would like for you to help me review my memories.”

    “How?”

    “I am hoping that by connecting my positronic matrix to the holodeck we can replay my memories.”

    “Data this is going to be so personal. Are you sure?”

    “Yes, you are my friend Geordi. I trust you. I cannot recognize what we are looking for. Perhaps you can.”

    “What are we looking for?”

    “I am unsure.”

    Data tapped a console on the wall turning on the meadow they were in when he missed the poker game. “I have been having dreams.” He paused for a moment, “you saw what happened to me. I cannot take much more.”

    “Dreams? Data that’s progress.”

    Data tapped a console again, a chair appeared; he sat down. “No, I am afraid not.”

    “Dreams are part of being human.”

    “I realize that and want that. This hurts. I am convinced these are not dreams these are memories. This place was my home planet before the crystal entity destroyed it. I am estimating that I have been activated three times. Now; a period of time that I know my memories were erased and replaced with the colonist, perhaps a time before that.”

    Data ended the program, returning the holodeck to its black squares outlined in bright yellow. Geordi hooked a cable into Data’s positronic matrix. 

    “What are we looking for?” Geordi said to himself more than anyone. “Okay, you are hooked up.”

    “I am nervous.”

    “Data, I can’t imagine what you are going through. Are you sure you want to do this?”

    He sighed, “I have to.” He closed his eyes and took a heavy breath. “The memory cell looks like a circuit. I assume that is why the colonist didn’t erase it.”

    The holodeck filled with faint images of people. Their everyday lives. A couple was getting married. A lady was giving birth. People were working on machines of all shapes and sizes.

    “This is going to be like finding a needle in a hay stack.” There was a hint of depression in Geordi’s voice. He walked through what seemed miles of impressions. There were bits and pieces of memories everywhere. A rabbit hopped past him. It was more vibrant in color than anything around him. He followed it through mazes of impressions. “My goodness.” He sighed. The rabbit stopped at the feet of a tall man with long white wavy hair, dressed in traditional Norse clothing. His hair and beard were braided and he had an unnatural looking tan. It seemed the closer he got to the man, the farther away he appeared.

    He raised his right arm, extending his finger to the wall. It looked the same as the wall behind him. However, Geordi approached it and began feeling around. His left hand disappeared. He quickly pulled it back. When he turned back around, the Norse clad man and the rabbit were gone.

*

The Crystal Entity

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Deanna and Wil

    Deanna was sitting in Ten-Forward reading. Her interest was so intent on her material that she didn’t notice Wil standing in front of her table.

    “Deanna?” He asked in a calm sweet voice.

    She jumped almost out of her seat. 

    “I’m sorry.” He smiled, sitting down.

    “You scared 10 years off of my life.”

    “I hope not.” He continued to smile. “You looked like you needed a friend.”

    “Oh,” she let out a long sigh. “I am trying to figure out what is going on here.”

    “Can I help?”

    She took a good long look at him. He had softened around the edges and she saw the man she almost married. The man she still very much loved. She found herself reflecting on all the good times they had shared. 

    “Deanna?” His tender voice brought her back around.

    “Sorry. I,” she sighed.

    He stood up, extending his hand toward her. “Come.”

    “Where?” She looked surprised.

    “Come with me.”

    “Wil?”

    “Trust me Deanna.”

    She finally reluctantly took his hand. He led her through the ship to Holodeck 2. There, it was night. The moon and stars filled the night sky. A picnic lay on the ground. 

    “Wil, this is so nice.” The air was warm like a spring evening. “This behavior isn’t like you.”

    He put his finger over her mouth. “It should be.”

    “What’s the occasion?”

    “You look stressed. More so than I have ever saw. Tonight you are going to relax.” He held her hand as she sat on the blanket. He sat down opposite her and began to pour the wine. “Talk to me.”

    “Wil.”

    “Please Deanna.”

    “Wil, I am scared. Really scared. We have faced a lot of difficult things serving on this ship. I am afraid we have never faced anything like this.” She paused, “I have been reading Beverly’s medical logs. Personally, I have been experiencing feelings that coincide with some of Data’s episodes.”

    She took a drink of the wine. 

    “Feelings?” Wil asked.

    “Feelings such as butterflies in my stomach, my head will spin. I have sudden feelings of depression, anger, love, or pain that are not my own.”

    “What is happening to our friend?”

    “I believe him. I believe they are suppressed memories. Something devastating has happened to trigger them. Something tragic. I’m afraid.” Wil scooted behind her, wrapping his arms around her. “Oh Will.” She laid her head on his chest. 

    “Deanna.”

    “Yes.”

    “Can we give it one more try? One more honest try?”

    She turned around, surprised. “Wil?”

    “I love you. I have loved you for years. I am not ready to give up on us.”

    “Do you really think we can make it?”

    He caressed her face. “I will not force anything on you. I will not pressure you into anything.”

    “I know. I worry about many things. Our friendship being first and foremost.”

    “If you don’t want to, I will understand.”

    “I am willing to try.” She reached up to kiss him, a sweet little kiss.

    “Deanna?”

    “Yes Wil.”

    “I want babies, lots of little babies running around the ship. Crawling over Jean-Luc’s shoes. Babies everywhere.”

    She giggled, “Oh, can you imagine the look on his face if he caught a baby on the bridge?” She paused, “Wil, this really doesn’t sound like you.”

    “Maybe it should. Maybe it has taken me this long to figure out what is really important in life. I don’t want to end up like Jean-Luc. I don’t want to be in my retirement years wishing I would have done the right things with my life. I feel the right things with my life would be to make sure when I am sitting on my front porch in a rocking chair, not saying, ‘I wish I would have given Deanna one more try. Could we have made it work?’ I want to have babies with you. I want to have a life with you Deanna. He kissed her.

    They lay back on the blanket wrapped in a kiss. She laid her head on his chest. 

    “Such a pleasant thought.” She sighed. “Imazadi.”

    “You haven’t called me that in years.”

    “Perhaps I should more often.” She smiled.

   

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Admiral not admirable 

    Picard was in his quarters sipping on a steaming cup of Earl Gray tea. His door chimed. “Come.” He sat the cup on the coffee table in front of him. “Mr. Data, please come in.”

    “You wanted to see me sir?”

    “Yes, I did. Have a seat.”

    Data sat down across the coffee table from him. “Data, I was hoping to talk to you about Admiral Westerfield.”

    “What about him sir?”

    “I have known Charles for a very long time. He has a lovely wife, two great children and an energetic granddaughter.” He smiled, “he is at the end of his career, with a wonderful outlook on the rest of his life. I have never known him to have an ill word to say about anyone. As a matter of fact, that is what kept him from being an Ambassador. Star Fleet felt that he wouldn’t be able to show aggression when the situation called for it. What is bothering me is what Counselor Troi shared with me. Data she feels very hostile feelings from him toward you. Do you know him?” 

    “Not personally sir.”

    “You have never worked on something directly for him. Maybe at some point been too honest with him?”

    “No sir.”

    “I just have a hard time believing that he would harbor ill feelings toward anyone.” Data just stared at the captain. “What are you not telling me Mr. Data?”

    “I cannot explain a situation to you that I do not fully understand.”

    “Try,” Picard encouraged.

    “These dreams that I have been having; Admiral Westerfield’s name has been mentioned. The Admiral is not an admirable person, Captain.” There were several minutes of silence between them. “Anything else, sir?”

    “Yes,” Picard got up. “I can’t understand this. It is one thing my mind can’t comprehend. This is very disturbing.”

    “Did Counselor Troi tell you our entire conversation?”

    “Yes,” Jean-Luc sighed.

    “Do you not believe he made advances toward her?”

    “Counselor Troi would have no reason to lie about that. But how in the world did you know?”

    “I am very observant Captain. She needs to stay far from him.”

    “See there you go, bringing a shadow of doubt and disseat on the issue. Where is this coming from?”

    “He is a disgrace to the Federation.”

    “He said that he had been reprimanded for something but he wouldn’t tell me what.” Jean-Luc scratched his head. “What?”

    “Read his service record sir. If I can get access to it, you can as well. I am sure you will be able to read more than I was allowed.”

    “I have no desire to read his service record.”

    “Afraid it might confirm what we are telling you?” Jean-Luc stared at Data. “It is hard to think that an old friend can be the right hand of Satan and still be our friend.”

    “The right hand of Satan?” He almost fell in the floor. “Charles!”

    “One form of evil is no different than any other.”

    “Evil, Data what are you talking about?” He moved to the opposite end of the couch beside Data.

    “Captain, I know the regulations behind deploying a Goodwill Ambassador. You saw his reaction. I am not supposed to know that. Why?”

    “Do you think he has sent one out in the cosmos without proper authority?”

    “I am not sure what to think.”

    “Let’s just explore the possibility that he did. Is that who we are going to get? A Goodwill Ambassador that has been assigned to a planet that isn’t ready to join the federation?”

    “Or willing? Keep an eye on your old friend sir.”

    “Data, that isn’t fair.” Picard’s sentence was cut short as Data closed his eyes and gasped. Picard watched as Data’s chest moved abruptly with each breath. His head weaved slightly on his shoulders. Every so often Data would grunt as his chest sunk in with a breath. “Data,” Picard reached out to touch him but Data raised his hand to stop him. 

    Q appeared on his knees in the floor in front of Data. He watched intently as Data almost rocked on the couch. When Data fell over on the arm of the chair, Q cursed and disappeared. 

    Jean-Luc rose to his feet and tried to help him. “Data,” he called to him.

    Data opened his eyes, “what happened sir?”

    “I was hoping you could tell me.”

    Data just shook his head. “I think I should leave sir.”

    “Do you need some help?”

    “No.” Data almost made it to the door. Jean-Luc watched in horror as Data went to his knees in the floor. 

    “Data,” he tried his best to help the android up. Q appeared again and together they supported Data as he got to his feet. In the blink of an eye, they were standing next to Data’s bed. They helped him lay down. As quickly as he appeared, Q was gone.