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You Can't Fight a Tidal Wave	By : madradena Category: Star Trek > The Next Generation Views: 1693 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Data arriving home was determined to find something to occupy his mind so much so that he was almost in a panic. This could never ever happen again! And especially not with somebody around! He did not even fully comprehend what had occurred in the holodeck. One moment, he stood there with Emma, the next...
He shook his head suddenly scared: "What is happening to me?" he whispered standing in the middle of his bedroom. Suddenly, something brushed against his leg, and he jumped back frightened just to see his confused cat gazing up into his eyes.
"Spot..." he gasped and in one motion swept his cat up into his arms. He cuddled her burying his face into Spot's soft fur closing his eyes. The cat pushed her head against his jawline almost compassionately and started to purr. The sound and the touch were both very soothing, and Data, as he had many times before, again felt grateful for her in his life. All at once, he was reminded of the moment, when he had found her in the debris of the Enterprise-D. What would I do without you? the thought crossed his mind and his eyes filled with tears.
He slowly sat down on his bed as his tears began to fall. After a moment, Spot decided it was time to show that she was made of cat, and as such, she needed her personal space, so she jumped off of his lap leaving him devastatingly alone. He felt completely lost, and the worst was that he had no idea why. He lay down on his back helplessly. Why? Why was the Queen haunting him? He was not tortured. He was not made to do anything! It was all his decision! All of it! So what was the reason? If nothing had happened to him at all.
Suddenly, the door chime sounded and he became alert. It was 22:42, very late for a stranger to visit. Although most people on the ship knew he did not require sleep, still they seemed to treat the late hours as if he was a human: almost nobody came to visit at this time of the day. It was surely Geordi. He breathed steadily as he closed his eyes. He would go away, if he did not answer. It was rude. He must have known that he was home, his combadge sold his whereabouts. But he really was not able to face any of his friends right at that moment. "Go away, please." he mouthed inaudibly.
The door chime sounded again. And again. And again. Data frowned at this assertiveness. It was not Geordi that came in mind in connection to this particular characteristics, and as if to confirm his suspicions he heard: "Come on, Deadpan, open it! Or I'll use a battering ram!" Emma's voice rippled through the comlink making him leap to his feet.
He wiped his face in his uniform sleeves and called: "Open." without thinking.
Emma stepped through, a large plate in her hand with a pile of sandwiches on it: "Were you sitting on your ears? My arm's gonna break under this while waiting for your highness to graciously open the freaking door." she told him scornfully, pushing the plate into his hands "Dinner." she said and looked around curiously.
Data gaped at this, and he was not able to choose from the myriad of feelings springing to his mind, though irritation, shock and relief were on top, no matter how contradictory they seemed to be felt against one single individual.
"I do not believe I had indicated that I wished to dine or to have company at this hour." he decided to stick with irritation.
Emma was already strolling in his workspace area checking out his stuff on the shelf: "And you do not require sustenance. Yeah, yeah, bla-bla-bla." she waved while taking his clay mask into her hand that he had made when his mind was occupied by an entire civilisation - maybe he just should find that cultural archive again, one of his minor thought-processes prompted him wryly. "What's this?" she asked curiously holding up the mask to him as he stepped up to her with the huge plate on one of his palms, holding it like a professional waiter would.
He took the mask out of her hand and put it back where it had sat on the shelf: "Personal property."
She looked at him pouting: "I'm sorry Mr. Security Guard, I didn't know I was in a freaking museum with a no-touch policy!" she taunted just as she spotted another item that caught her attention "Wow, this looks just like Sherlock Holmes' hat!" she said as she took off the hat from the shelf.
"Please, put it down." he asked starting to lose his patience.
She turned the hat around in her hand then cheerfully put it on: "How do I look? Just like a detective, aren't I?" she almost giggled, and Data had a feeling that she might have had something other than synthehol that evening in Ten Forward with Doctor Crusher.
"Could you just do as I asked and put it down? And take your dinner to eat it elsewhere?"
"Elsewhere is here." she declared and took off the hat. Data had a fleeting moment of hope that maybe she would leave his stuff alone eventually, just to be dashed again as Emma said: "Let me see how it looks on you!" She reached out to put the hat on his head, but he stepped back to avoid her touch. However, she didn't give up and reached out again, this time in such an uncoordinated fashion that she knocked the plate off of his palm. He caught it in one motion while catching two of the flying sandwiches with his other hand, but even his android speed could not stop half of the sandwiches landing on his floor.
"Oh, shit..." she winced and looked at him just to see his indignant expression "We still have the other half to eat." she told him in mock-innocence, and bit her lower lip stifling a smile. As she saw that humour would not be enough here, she rolled her eyes: "Alright, alright, I'm cleaning it up, neat-freak..." she added quietly.
Data shut his eyes as he was looking for a method in the chip's databanks to somehow quench his irritation and found that humans often used counting to a number in the ten-thousand range for that purpose. As he finished counting to 46000 in 0.046 second and was still irritated, he officially declared the method useless for an android. He opened his eyes to see what she was doing and was appalled to see that his cat was happily munching - along with Emma - from the floor. The latter looked up into his eyes: "Lucky you're a neat-freak, they're perfectly edible. Not even cat hair on it, which is a miracle, to be honest. Hey!!" she yelled at him as he put the plate down and picked Spot up in one motion.
"She is on a diet! She must not eat anything, let alone these..." he pointed with his forefinger to the food.
"Poor soul!" Emma looked at Spot meowing in Data's arms desperately to get back to the unexpected supper "Is Daddy starving you?" Emma pouted mockingly, then frowned at Data "Relax, hard-ass, I eat low-carb food, she won't gain any weight from this."
"I do not care! She cannot eat anything! And you are expected to leave at once!"
"Oh, come on, you said you liked my sandwich in the afternoon." she told him while packing the food back on the plate "Why don't you just give in and have some late supper with me?" she asked finishing the clean-up task. She gazed up at him with the eyes of a puppy dog begging to be adopted.
He was not moved. He bent down and taking her arm, he pulled her to her feet, with the plate still in her hand, and with Spot still in his "I think I have mentioned not having a particular desire to consume food at this moment. So if you would be so kind..." he told her all the while pushing her towards the door by the arm.
"Oh, come on, Deadpan." she tried to get free, but he didn't let her "I'm not leaving... you'll need to carry me... hey, stop pushing me, I..." as she realized that she stood no chance against his strength, she changed tactics "Okay, I'm leaving just let go! Let me go, Deadpan, it hurts!" she lied looking at him wincing, and he instantly let her go.
He also let Spot go, who by this time made it quite clear that holding her against her wishes was not one of the misdeeds she could forgive her staff. She instantly ran under the bed, and Data looked after her worried as he heard her hissing in annoyance.
By the time however, he looked back at Emma, she was not standing next to him - she was lying on his floor!
"Wha-What ARE you doing?!" he asked shocked.
She gazed up at him blinking a few times from the light coming from the ceiling: "Told you... You'll need to carry me..." she mumbled. At the corner of his eye, he noticed she had put the plate on his desk - at least it was high enough for Spot not to reach it.
He looked down at her for a few moments contemplating. He needed to get rid of her! This was ridiculous!
"Lieutenant." he told her on a low voice "I am ordering you to leave my quarters. Right now."
She laughed out loud at this: "And if not, what will you do? Court martial me?" she chuckled on "Hmm... I would never have thought you would be in for these kinky stuff, but well a sly bunny rabbit might jump longer than you would expect. Come here, and court martial me! Sir!" she babbled putting her wrists together above her head and then laughed seeing his completely baffled expression.
"I-I will log this incident in your service record with a reprimand. I have never taken such measures against anybody, however your disobedience require me to do so. You do not leave me any other choice."
She looked straight into his eyes: "And do I not deserve a little leeway, Mr. Commander, Sir? Not even a teeny-tiny little one?" she asked pouting and holding up her hand showing up her thumb and forefinger.
This, on the other hand, did move him. He gazed away with a remorseful expression. Yes, yes, she did. She deserved her leeway. She caught him when he was about to fall into a dark abyss and then saved him from having to explain it to her or to anyone else. And here he was threatening her with using discipline on her. And why? Because she had brought him dinner. He bowed his head.
She suddenly leapt to her feet and taking him completely off-guard, she put her arms around his neck saying: "You are an ungrateful bastard, but not such a horrible person as you are regarding yourself just now!" then simply pressed her lips against his cheek with a loud smack. She let him go just as quickly not even looking into his eyes and turned to his desk where she had left the sandwiches.
Data stood there petrified. At the periphery of his consciousness, he was surprised to find that the workload on his positronic net was over his desired 70 percent. He was still running a diagnostic on his sexuality program to understand why it activated itself without him wanting it to when he was alone with Emma on the holodeck. He was still feeling the repercussions of his powerful flashback in the afternoon. And on top of all of this, here was Emma. She... she must have been crazy! There could have been no other explanation! No other human being has ever acted in such an outrageous way before anywhere in his vicinity. Her use of the language alone required him to run several queries parallel in his databanks about sarcasm, irony and humour. Let alone her behaviour. Lying down on the floor of your senior officer's quarters in the middle of the night?!
And here was this kiss. He had been kissed in this manner before. Jenna D'Sora kissed him on the cheek before kissing him on the lips in the torpedo bay. This thought suddenly scared him. That relationship ended in a way that left him with no desire to ever pursue anything like that as long as he had not possessed any emotions. And even after having the chip installed... the thought-process rooting in this particular event in his life remained with him, telling him that he was not... evolved enough to even think about having a relationship yet.
He felt he had no other option, he had to clarify this situation. He stepped up to her, where she was taking a sandwich from the plate on his desk and looked at her expectantly: "Why did you do this?"
Emma chuckled then shrugged, but did not dare to look into his eyes: "Because I'm tipsy. Unlucky you, I might add. We would already be in your bed naked, if I had had two more shots." then frowned confused and stepped away from him gazing into his other room "Hey, wait a minute there! You said you don't need sleep. And you still have a bed - hmm... you ARE a naughty boy, aren't you?" she chuckled squeezing as big a mouthful as she could into her mouth and gazing innocently into his eyes from behind the sandwich.
Data followed her gaze then looked back at her embarrassed and quickly tried to clear this one up as well: "I do not require sleep, but I do possess a dream program. Because of that, I attempt to emulate the human sleeping activity as accurately as possible."
She opened her mouth to answer then chuckled again: "I don't even wanna pretend that I understand."
And then there was the other matter to clarify: "Judging by the fact that you gave me a kiss, your intention is to start a relationship with me. So I have to warn you that I do not wish to pursue a relationship with you or with anybody else." he told her now really wound-up by the whole embarrassing situation.
But Emma just laughed: "Oh, god, Deadpan! Just chill out, okay? I gave you a peck, not a wedding-ring! I..." suddenly, she was the one who seemed shy and embarrassed "Ya know... I... I kinda like you... That's all..." she told him not having enough self-control to stop herself from touching the front of his uniform with one finger.
"You like me." he repeated incredulously "You do not give the impression that you like me, when you are teasing me on the holodeck."
She turned her face upwards rolling her eyes and shrugged "Oh, come ooon..." she sighed.
"And you pointed out that all people intimidate you. Am I to infer that I am not having that unfortunate effect on you?" he asked now really curious.
She again laughed, but this time, it was forced, then keeping her gaze only on her finger drawing slow patterns on his uniform front, she replied silently: "You most of all."
He gaped at her surprised: "But... I do not understand." he whispered shaking his head still confused.
She chuckled and started to draw her patterns ever lower on his chest: "I eh... I'm afraid of you... aaall of the time... because I like you. It gives you a certain power over me. And that frightens me. It frightens me a lot more than your court martialing me or disciplining me bla-bla... I-I am even scared shitless telling you this actually. And ...and if I hadn't had that goddamn green thing mixed with another goddamn red thing in Ten Forward today... you probably would never ever learn about this ever, you know? You would just think: she's crazy, she hates everybody, hates me - and you could go on hating me. And then you wouldn't have any power..." her hand was suddenly taken by his large pale hand. She slowly raised her eyes to meet his golden gaze, and her breath was caught in her throat just by having him so close.
Just as Emma reached half of what she had to say, the diagnostics running on Data's sexuality program finished, automatically putting it back online without prompting him about it. And suddenly, his thought-processes started to take very interesting curves. He was watching her lowered gaze as she was following the movement of her finger on his chest then his abdomen. And that finger was wandering ever closer to his waistline... exactly where that warmth was rushing again. Only this time with multiplied speed and impact. His conscious thought-processing was somehow pushed into the background. He just took her hand and leaned close to her face making her look up into his eyes.
He slid his hand around her tiny waist, then without thinking slid it to her hip - he realized hazily that he always wanted to do this, to follow the sensual feminine curves of her body: tiny waist, broad hips. She sucked in a breath at this, and he felt her body temperature rise as he pulled her hips gently but firmly against his. She must have felt his sudden arousal as well!
She slid her other hand - sandwich landing on the floor - up his chest. His face was so close! His breath was on her wet lips. She needed to feel his skin under her fingers, so she reached up and gently stroked his cheek smiling in wonder at the unique sensation. She pressed herself even closer to him, and he responded by holding her close circling her waist. A small moan escaped her parted lips, and she brought her thumb over his lips with a feather like touch. Oh, his lips were just so...
Oh, HER lips were just so... The taste of her mouth came vividly into his mind. He needed to feel her taste again! Right now! He closed the distance, and just as their lips were about to touch, his combadge went off.
"Cortez to Data" they heard and shrank away from each other, as if they were two little sparrows stirred up by a cat.
Data shook his head slightly and pressed his combadge: "Data here." his voice was slightly lower than he had intended.
"Commander... eh... I was just wondering, Sir... Are you alright?"
"Yes, yes, I am, Lieutenant, why... oh..." he realized the time.
"You were due on the Bridge at 2300 hours, Sir..."
It was true, he should have been on duty for eight minutes now "I apologize for my delay, Lieutenant. I am on my way to relieve you. Data out."
Emma stood there seemingly quite confused wringing her hands. She couldn't look into his eyes: "Eh... yeah, I ...You have to go... I-I go..." she pointed to his door with her thumb.
He took a reluctant step towards her then stopped: "Yeah..." his intended 'Yes' dying in a sigh.
She nodded and turned. As she went towards the door she almost missed it, nearly hitting the doorpost first. Then she was gone. His eyes wandered back to his desk, and seeing the silly sandwiches, he just couldn't help himself: a small smile curved his lips upward.
He quickly took one of them, and biting into it, he threw away the rest in the replication unit's disposal slot. And then was on his way to the Bridge. To Spot's great satisfaction, he forgot to collect the half-eaten sandwich Emma had dropped before.
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