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Blind Chess	By : madradena Category: Star Trek > The Next Generation Views: 1334 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Beverly was saved from any serious interrogation by the opening door: Data and Juliana stepped through it, and Data as usual asked politely: "Are we disturbing you?"
"Not at all, come in." Beverly told him reassuringly "You came to have yourself turned into a human, right?" she smiled kindly.
Data nodded "That is at least in looks, Doctor."
"Fine. I'll bring the phase refractor. Be right back." she said and left the three of them alone.
"What kind of tool is she talking about?" Juliana asked curiously.
Data clasped his hands in front of him and started to explain on a professional voice "The bioplast covering reacts to certain wavelengths of polarized light, if the phase is properly modulated by the electromagnetic wave's refraction. The method not only works on my 'skin', but also does on my eye-coloring. As it is rather complicated to calculate the proper phase modulation, frequency and wavelength that would produce the desired effect, we built a tool to fulfill the task. When the Captain and I had to go to Romulus disguised as Romulans, my skin was 'dyed' to resemble to that of a Romulan in this fashion."
"I see." Juliana nodded thoughtfully "When Noonian designed your looks, he went with the technology available at the time to give you looks as human as possible. We knew of no method to color your skin in those days."
"I see..." Data mused on this for a moment "I always thought, Father left the color of the bioplast raw on purpose, so that the illusion of me being a human would not be so complete." he said silently, but his gaze wandered from Juliana to Emma.
She glanced away and had to forcefully stop herself from saying 'Just stop this bullshit!' Juliana turned her gaze from Data to Emma, and could very well feel the tension between the two of them. It seemed they were not able to reconcile since last night, she thought regretfully.
Beverly came back, had him sit in a chair, and she sat opposite him, while Emma and Juliana stood a little farther away from them.
"Now, let me see." she said smiling. "Do you have anything in mind? Any preference of skin or eye-color?"
Data shrugged grimacing a little listlessly "I trust your taste, doctor."
Beverly smiled with sparkling eyes "Oh, with pleasure, Data!" she said, and Emma took a small step toward them "Just make sure not to get too creative, Bev, and make him end up purple!"
Juliana and Beverly chuckled - Data's lips didn't even twitch to show mirth, and a chilling sensation ran up Emma's spine: was the procedure already done? Did he feel no emotions anymore? Or he simply didn't feel like laughing that day - he wasn't really in the mood for humour in the morning either...
"Let's start with something as close to your current look as possible, okay?" Bev told him, and as he nodded his assent, she changed the setting of the instrument. "Shut your eyes!" she commanded, and as he obeyed, she started to move it over his face. As it emitted a strange soft light, his skin started to turn into a more natural pink color. Juliana and Emma stepped closer to them and watched in wonder. When all his face was colored, Beverly turned the instrument off "You may open your eyes now. What do you think?" she asked looking at the two women. Both of them stood there gaping amazed. He looked so human, that they barely could believe it, though his skin color was only slightly different from his original.
"May I see it too, Doctor Crusher?" Data asked silently, and Bev realized she forgot to give him a mirror. She jumped up and fetched a mirror from her drawer then handing it to him, sat back opposite him. He looked at himself with a deadpan expression.
"Do you like it, or should we go for a darker color?" Beverly asked smiling.
"It is perfectly fine, Doctor, thank you."
"What about your eyes? You sure, you don't have a preference?" Bev interrogated him on - she tried to drive him out of his passivity. He simply shook his head, and she looked at the ladies thinking "Oh, I have an idea!" she declared and changed some settings of the instrument "Let me!" she asked and held it above his eyes - they slowly turned into a sparkling gray-blue color.
"Oh, my god!" Juliana breathed as Beverly finished, and Data looked at her. She stood there petrified, gaping as if she saw a ghost! He not only resembled Noonian anymore! He was the spitting image! Only a lot younger than she remembered!
Beverly smiled at him cheerfully "I was thinking you might like to 'inherit' your mother's eye color!" True as it was, Juliana's eyes were the color of the stormy sea - but Beverly never knew that that was the same gray-blue color his Father's eyes used to have.
Data looked into the mirror and was really surprised by what he saw: his father was looking back at him from his very first dream sequence. He looked at her mother, Juliana was standing there still in awe, and he suddenly felt really embarrassed. Two days ago, he made her mother cry by resembling his father simply in his gestures. Now, he looked exactly like his father - he didn't want her to keep feeling uncomfortable with him because of his looks. He looked at Beverly timidly "It is a most considerate thought of you, Doctor. I appreciate it. However, now that I come to think of it, I'd prefer something closer to my original eye-color. Green perhaps."
Beverly looked from him to Juliana and back, and she could see that she must have hit a nerve in some way, only she didn't quite understand how. She complied without a question "Sure, Data. Let me see!" she set the instrument and colored his eyes pale green.
Emma watched the scene in silence. When she saw Data look at his mother's reaction to his blue eyes, relief washed over her: he was still the same Data she came to know in the last two months, he still had his emotions, he looked so embarrassed. But it was plain that he was upset after talking to this Doctor Maddox. She came to know his way of dealing with strong emotions by trying to hide them as well as he was able to.
It was also plain that Juliana was shocked seeing him turning into so human, and she had to admit, she herself was overwhelmed with awe too. Even though that the end-result was not much different from his original looks: his skin was still pale, with only a vague tinge of pink, his eyes were green, but in shade or semi-darkness, nobody could tell that it was not the original yellow, and Bev gave his lips a faint red accent too, so they resembled human lips more, but it was really light and otherwise his features stayed the same. Still the change was stunning: he was as dashing a human as he'd been an android.
"How do you like it?" Beverly asked Data, who was looking at himself in the mirror with childlike wonder on his features.
"I think I like it." he put the mirror down finally with a small smile.
Beverly smiled too and turned to the ladies "And you? Do you approve?"
Juliana smiled and couldn't help to feel a certain amount of relief that her son decided against blue eyes "You are very handsome, son!" she told Data lovingly "A lot more than your father ever was!" she added and really meant it.
If Data possessed the ability to blush, he thought he would have done it now. He then looked at Emma, and a wave of anxiety washed over him. Would she like what she saw? He then felt the worry to be futile. Did it matter? They drifted so apart in just about twenty-four hours, maybe she wouldn't even care.
But Emma smiled shyly despite herself "I have to agree with your mom." she told him on a soft voice. Her gaze dropped from his eyes to his exquisite lips - they were even more desirable highlighted like that - and instantly her head was flooded with images of kissing him. She cleared her throat and self-consciously pushed her fingers through her hair "What about the rest of your body? You'll need to be re-colored underneath your clothes too!"
Data frowned puzzled and really uncomfortable "Why would that be necessary?"
"Think about it." she told him "What if your clothes got torn? How would you explain that some of your skin is pink, but the rest isn't? It'd be worse than just leaving your original skin color everywhere."
Beverly, Juliana and Data admitted that they had to agree on this. Beverly gave him the instrument, and he went into a neighbouring empty room to finish Beverly's work - totally embarrassed, while the ladies smiled after him.
After a minute, their combadges went off. It was time. They were to go to the transporter room. "Just go. I'll wait for him." Emma told Bev and Juliana, and they complied. When they left, Emma wandered to the door of the room Data was in, and after a moment of hesitation, she entered.
"Hey!" he called self-consciously looking to the door "It's you." he said on a calmer voice seeing his lover. "I'm almost done." he declared. He was dressed from the waistline down, but he seemed to have some trouble reaching certain parts of his back, so he had nothing on over his chest and back.
She smiled and stepped to him "Let me give you a hand with the rest." she asked on a commanding voice. They locked gazes and after a moment of hesitation, he gave her the instrument still embarrassed, and she stepped behind him. She did the job silently watching his beautiful golden skin turn into the more human-like pink color. As she moved the instrument over his skin, she instinctively reached up and put her other hand to his shoulder. He tensed up at the touch, feeling himself helplessly turning on even by the slightest contact of skin. She then slid her hand to his bladebone and then down over his spine. He shut his eyes and tried to make his breathing remain calm so as not to sell his thoughts that were racing unrestrainably back to their night together...
She slid her fingers further down to the small of his back brushing over the hollow of his off-switch with a feather-like touch. He sucked in a breath at the sensation, but did not move as she colored his skin there, her hand coming to rest on his thin waist. It became an unspoken game of trust between them in the last few weeks: when he held her close, she would sometimes brush her fingers to his skin over his turn-off switch asking for his implicit trust. He knew that she was giving him the same trust simply by letting her fragile human body to be held by a man with inhuman strength. This was their way to assure each other that neither of them would ever betray the trust of the other.
But this time, power was only in her hands and she smiled relieved. She knew that his letting her touch him there without a flinch meant that despite their differences, not everything was lost between the two of them. He still trusted her with his life - and so did she! In a moment, she was finished, so she turned the instrument off and put it on the table next to them. Then she wordlessly slid her arms around his waist and cuddled up to him from behind.
He opened his eyes and had to forcefully stop himself from whimpering at the feel of her body pressed so tightly to him, her breath on his bare skin, her palms hot where they touched his abdomen. And then he heard her speak on a silent tear-filled voice.
"Data..." she said his name on a reverent whisper "I can't go on this mission, I can't face my husband without making things up with you. I can't go down to that damned planet knowing that you're still angry at me." she shook her head "I would never ask anybody for their forgiveness more than I'm asking you now..." - oh, how much she hated herself for giving up all her pride for only a word of forgiveness from this man! But she needed him now! Maybe more than ever before!
"Emma, there's nothing to forgive. I am not angry at you." he told her on a thin voice showing his own desperation. He shut his eyes tormented as he heard her sniffle and felt her hot tears run down his back. He sighed reaching for her hands, he twined his long fingers through hers "If only we had time to talk... because there is just too many things we need to talk about to reconcile our differences - almost impossibly too many things." he told her silently.
After a moment, she pulled her hands away and took a small step from him as he turned to her to look into her eyes. She stared into his eyes pleading "Then please just promise me that we're not giving up on us! That when we finally come back home, we'll do everything to make up."
A stray tear ran down her cheek, and she sniffled again embarrassed. He raised his hand to her cheek and slowly, gently wiped the tear away with his thumb. She locked her tear-filled gaze with his, and he spoke on a silent voice when he replied "That I can promise you wholeheartedly." He sighed as he felt that even with this tiny touch, that terrible sense of absence, he'd been experiencing ever since he last touched her, lessen even if only a little bit. She leaned into his touch and shut her eyes in that one moment of perfect bitter-sweet tenderness.
He then took his hand away, and she opened her eyes. She felt a sense of relief as they locked gazes, and Data had a tiny smile on his face - finally! she hated herself that a man's happiness could influence how she felt so profoundly, but she could do little about it now. She watched him dressing up, and they went to the transporter room in silence.
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