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Data's Journey
By : K_nz
Category: Star Trek > The Next Generation
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Data had decided to sleep for an hour, but was awoken after only twenty minutes by the vibration and sound of the daily Riaka. His special waking feature had been activated, the one he installed to ensure he would not sleep through hails from the crew. Neara was awake beside him, lying on her back, looking at the ceiling. He was surprised to see her there.
“You did not wish to join your family?” he asked.
She looked at him lovingly, “I did not wish to leave you on our wedding morning.” Data came over and kissed her, then lay under her arm, head resting against her breast. She held him and kissed his head and stroked his hair. He could feel her breathing in his scent. He looked up and they kissed, then he kissed down her breast and started sucking her nipple.
They made love before going down to breakfast. Everyone was there, eating and chatting happily. Data was in charge of the human wedding arrangements, and the day had been planned. They would go to the little chapel on the property and say their vows. Then they would go up to the house where they would have a meal, followed by music and dancing.
Neara had known nothing of human wedding customs and had asked Beverly Crusher for help, since she had been married before. Yara was going to stand with Neara, or be her ‘Best Being’ as Neara called it. She asked Beverly what clothing he should wear, and Crusher replied that it was traditional for the wedding party to wear tuxedos. Neara had relayed this fact to her brother. She asked what clothing she should wear, and Crusher showed her wedding dresses. She chose a plain pearl-colored silk shift, since it looked the most comfortable. Ahmriana wore loose-fitting clothing with no undergarments, and this looked similar. Beverly had taken the dress with her, stating it was human custom that Data not see it before the wedding. Neara would go to Beverly’s room to get dressed before going to the chapel.
There was time before the wedding, and the group went for a walk around the vineyard. Neara had given strict instructions that the Ahmriana not be allowed any wine until after the ceremony, since she well knew the effect it would have on them.
After their walk, they gathered in the living room and talked while having tea and sandwiches. Data went to grab his cup to get a refill and Neara used her telekinesis to move it just out of reach. It was a game the Ahmriana played with each other while honing this ability. She loved playing it with Data because he could move so fast. She did it a few times, everybody watching. He caught the cup and everyone laughed, and the Ahmriana cheered zaza!
The group disbanded, doing their own activities until it was time to get ready for the wedding. Data and Neara went to their room to make love, as did Yara and his ka’sha. Picard went outside to read a book. The rest decided to play poker.
Picard had settled on a bench in the shade of a large oak tree when Leyna joined him.
“It is a lovely day for a wedding ceremony,” Leyna commented. It was mostly cloudy and there was a gentle breeze and the temperature was comfortable.
“Yes, it seems quite nice,” Picard agreed. He was feeling a little awkward around Leyna since his unexpected intimacy with her the night before.
“I would like to be with you again tonight, Jean-Luc, if that is acceptable to you,” Leyna plainly expressed.
“I’m not certain…” Picard began.
“I will come to your room tonight,” Leyna interjected. “If you do not want me, then you can tell me then. I will let you read your book now,” Leyna smiled and left, leaving a bemused Picard to stare after her.

It was time to get ready for the wedding. Data, Geordi, Picard, and Riker were all planning to wear dress uniforms. The others were wearing their choice of formal attire, except for Yara and his ka’sha. They had followed Neara’s instructions, interpreting ‘wedding party’ as the gathering of people at the wedding, so the three of them wore tuxedos.
Neara went to Crusher’s room to put on her dress. She slipped on matching flats, said thank you, and turned to leave when Crusher exclaimed, “Wait! Do you want something special done with your hair or some make-up?”
Ahmriana did not wear make-up, although she had seen humans do so. “Is this expected?” she asked.
“No. But why don’t I try putting a little make-up on you and see how you like it?” Beverly asked. “If you don’t, you can always wash it off.”
“OK, I will try it,” Neara agreed.
Crusher went about making up Neara’s face. She used it sparingly, because she didn’t want Neara to be shocked by it. Neara had beautiful eyes, but when Beverly put the blue eyeshadow above them, they stood out like blue beacons.
When she finished, she handed Neara a mirror. “Hah, that is very different. But it is nice to do something different for Data. I will keep it for this special day,” Neara assented.
“I have something else – a wedding present of sorts. You can give it back to me later,” and Crusher proceeded to clip a silver barrette with a blue stone to Neara’s hair. “It’s a human custom to have something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue to bring good luck for the wedding. This barrette has been in my family for generations, so it is old and blue. And you are borrowing it from me, and your dress is new, so you’re covered!” she smiled, satisfied with her work.
All but Leyna had gone to the chapel. Data had given her a wildflower bouquet to give to Neara, explaining the custom was for Neara to carry them up the aisle with her.
Leyna saw her daughter coming down the stairs and commented, “Ah, you wear the face paint. Your eyes look as blue fire!”
“Thank you Tahtee,” Neara smiled.
“Data says these are for you to carry down the aisle,” and Leyna gave her the bouquet.
“You carry them in front of you,” Crusher explained. “When you go to stand beside Data, you give them to Yara so your hands are free during the ceremony.” Neara nodded her understanding, and the three walked down to the chapel.
As they drew close, Neara could hear music. The chapel had a small organ, and Data had asked a local organist to play for the wedding. Neara knew she would walk up the aisle with her mother, and then she would stand beside Data. Picard would be officiating.
They reached the chapel and the organist saw them. The music momentarily stopped. Beverly went to take a seat and turned to film the ceremony. The organist started a new song and nodded at them, indicating they could walk up the aisle. Beverly had suggested they walk slowly, so they did, up to the dais.
Neara was so happy – Data looked as handsome as ever. She was so in love with him. She took his hand and handed her bouquet to Yara. She smiled at Geordi, then gazed at her beloved. Data looked at Neara and an emotion of pure joy shot through him.
Picard began, “It is a captain’s great honor and privilege to join two people together in matrimony. This time, it is even more so, as it is my good friend and comrade Data and his lovely bride Neara. Two people, who in a wide universe of diverse beings, managed to find each other. A most wondrous event.
“The couple has written vows to one another. I understand Neara would like to say hers first,” and Picard gave her a nod.
Neara turned to Data and took his other hand. “Data, you know I can see the inner light in beings. From the moment I saw yours, I have been captivated. Before you, I was very happy, but now, I have been fulfilled to a point I did not know was possible. You have given yourself to me, completely, without hesitation. You have shown me the depths of your being, your kindness and beauty. You are radiant with it. I wish never to be without it, without you. I am overjoyed you have chosen me as your mate – that you would trust me with your beautiful light. I will strive to always be worthy of your love.. of your light,” and she smiled at him with beaming love in her eyes. Picard then nodded to Data.
“Neara, how can I find words to explain the awesome wonder of the emotions I have experienced with you? I was as a shell, unemotional, without understanding – and you breathed life into me. I had no idea it could be like this – I could not even conceive it. I love you – I actually love you, with every particle of my being. You say you see my inner light, but you were the one who switched it on. I cannot do enough, give enough, be enough to repay the gift you have brought me. But I will endeavor all our days together to be worthy of it. I am yours completely. Soo nah see, ka'na'la. Ka ta na, lee ka’sha,” Data intoned and looked at Neara in adoration.
Pata started blubbering, “That was so beautiful!” and cried on Erda’s shoulder. She patted his back as the wedding party looked over at him.
“That is why I had Data go after me. I knew I could not follow him!” Neara laughed with tears in her eyes from Data’s touching words.
Picard resumed, “Well, I suppose I will have to. With the power vested in me as captain of the Enterprise, I now pronounce you married.” Everyone cheered. Neara and Data kissed. They turned to leave, and Data let her know she should take back her bouquet.
“Are you certain you do not want it Yara? It goes well with your outfit,” Neara commented.
“I do not need embellishment,” he assured and gave her the flowers.
They made their way from the chapel up the hill to the house. Erda was flying along behind everyone, fidgeting with her tuxedo.
“This is so uncomfortable!” she complained. “Why do we have to wear this? No one else in the wedding party is wearing one.”
“The wedding party are the people getting married and the people standing up with them, not everybody at the ceremony,” Crusher enlightened.
“Neeaarraaaaa! Why did you do this to us?!” she whined. Pata and Yara chuckled.
“I did not know. I am sorry Erda,” Neara apologized. Erda continued unhappily fidgeting. Neara looked behind her and saw.
“Here, I will change with you,” she offered. The non-Ahmriana looked visibly surprised. Crusher was glad she had filmed Neara in the dress. Neara flew back to a relieved Erda. “Just keep going. We will catch up with you,” Neara instructed, and the two women began removing their clothes.
“This is the most unique wedding I’ve ever been to,” Riker said softly to Troi, but the others still heard and giggled.
“Well, it is an Ahmriana and an android, so it’s following a theme,” Troi grinned at Riker.
Neara came flying up to face Data. Erda had a petite frame with small breasts, and the tuxedo looked roomy on her. With Neara’s medium frame and larger breasts, it fit snugly, with the tuxedo vest squishing her breasts.
“What do you think?” she asked Data. “It is a bit tight, no?”
“It does look to be binding your breasts,” he noted.
Yara flew to Neara. “Here, let me help,” and he removed the bow tie and unbuttoned the first few shirt buttons and the top button of the vest. Then he proceeded to stick his hand down her shirt and hike first one breast and then the other up, mounding them at the top of the vest. Neara looked down at the result.
“Better?” he questioned. Neara nodded. Data surveyed the effect.
“They are like pillows,” Yara noted while patting the tops of her breasts with his hands.
“Perhaps Data will sleep on them,” she speculated.
“I do not think he will want to sleep tonight,” Pata interjected from the back of the crowd and Erda laughed. Yara smiled at them and joined in. The rest gave a chuckle.
“Now you have that line,” and he ran his fingers between her breasts. “What is that called?” he asked Data.
“Cleavage,” Data responded.
“You have cleavage. You look like Deanna,” he compared.
Deanna flushed, Will grinned, and the group tittered.
They got to the house, and a meal with champagne was laid out for them on a long table. They happily ate, and Neara unbuttoned the top button of her pants.
Mid-meal, Geordi stood up and clinked his glass, “I just wanted to say a few words as the Best Man to my best friend, Data.” He placed a hand on Data’s shoulder. “How did you do it? You’re really gonna have to tell me sometime, because you must be doing something right – you’re batting way out of your league!” he joked, and the guests laughed. “But in all honesty, I couldn’t be happier for you buddy. You’re the kindest person I know. You really deserve to be with someone wonderful, and I know you’ll take great care of Neara. I can see how happy you make her – how happy you’ve made each other. Which is amazing – I can actually see that you’re happy! You know this pairing is meant to be when she can actually make you feel things Data. It’s unbelievable – it’s incredible. To the incredible Neara and Data!”
“To Neara and Data!” the crowd intoned and drank.
Since they were not materialistic people, Data and Neara asked for presents of their guests’ individuality. Although that could include a physical gift, if created by the giver.
The meal had ended and, after a little more chatting, the gift giving began. Geordi, as Data’s best man, or ‘best being,’ went first. He retrieved a gift he had made of a large heart, thirty centimeters across, standing upright on a pedestal. It was constructed with engineering parts soldered together and painted Ahmrian blue. He placed it on the table in front of the couple.
“This is my creative representation of your love for each other. The mechanical parts symbolize Data being an artificial life form, and the Ahmrian blue covering it symbolizes Neara. They unite in a heart, as you two unite in love,” he elucidated.
“Geordi, this is wonderful,” Data complimented earnestly. “Thank you.”
“It is truly touching Geordi,” Neara admitted, her eyes sparkling with tears.
The next up was Worf. He performed a special warrior’s dance with his bat'leth. The group applauded and Data and Neara thanked him joyfully.
Riker followed, bringing out a metal pot on a stand, in which he made a small fire. He had graham crackers, marshmallows, and a chocolate bar. He took out two long sticks, placed a marshmallow on each, and gave them to Data and Neara.
“This is ancient, ritual, Alaskan camping food,” he explained. “You heat the marshmallows over the fire until they are golden and melting, then you sandwich them between the graham crackers and chocolate.”
Neara and Data heated their marshmallows while Will prepared the rest. When they were ready, he took the sticks from them, scraped the marshmallows off, and compressed them with the crackers. He placed a lid on the fire to extinguish it and handed the couple their treats. As they ate, they smiled at each other and Neara laughed – the marshmallow was gooey on their hands and mouths.
“Thank you for sharing your ritual food,” Neara laughed.
“Yes, thank you,” Data joined in.
Riker smiled broadly and nodded and went to sit as Troi stepped up. She stood in front of the couple.
“As your present, I am giving you the gift of a memory,” she began. “Data will remember it in perfect detail, and I know I won’t be able to repeat it verbatim, but I wanted you to hear what I remembered, Neara, because I don’t believe Data would have mentioned it to you.
“Data had come to my office to speak to me regarding a couple who were supposed to be getting married, but the woman had called off the marriage at the last minute. He asked me if I thought it was the right decision for them to get married. I said that although they were very much in love, it might not be enough, because marriage is a promise to share yourself with another, to spend your lives together, and to grow old with one another.
“I’ll never forget what he said. He asked me if growing old with another was an ‘integral component of marriage.’ I told him that it usually was, and he replied that although he was an android, he did not ‘exclude the possibility that he would someday marry.’ I told him I had no idea he had thought about getting married, and he said he believed he had ‘a lot to offer a potential mate’, but he could not grow old with them. I told him I agreed with him, he had a lot to offer.
“Obviously, you recognized that Neara, but he is not the only one with a lot to offer. You both have so much that you give to each other. You are such a magnificent couple. Your love and caring for one another is absolutely beautiful. I’m so glad your dream of being married has come true, Data. I couldn’t be happier for the both of you, my two wonderful friends. Had you heard this story before Neara?”
Neara shook her head, “No, I had not. That is a lovely story and sentiment Deanna. Thank you very much for sharing it with me and reminding Data of it. We are both very lucky to have you as our friend.”
“Indeed we are. Thank you. If you like, I can relate the incident verbatim,” Data offered.
“Perhaps you can tell me later, ka’lee,” Neara assuaged, with a pat of her hand on his.
Crusher took her turn and brought in two gifts. “I’ve seen how you have candles in your house. This is Microdorian salt. It is hollowed out inside so you can place a candle in it. When you light it and the salt warms, it emits negative ions that are very good for your health and wellbeing. This salt has the highest concentration of ions found anywhere in the universe.” She handed the candleholder to Data.
She pulled out another gift, a large hardback book. “For many generations, the women in my family have been healers. These are all the medicinal plants they’d found on the planets where they lived. There are illustrations of the plants and descriptions of their medicinal properties. I wanted to share this part of myself with you both, and hopefully your people as well Neara.” She handed the book to her.
Neara opened it, examining some pages, and Data looked over. “This is very beautiful Beverly. We are honored to receive this gift. And the candleholder is very thoughtful, thank you,” Neara graciously accepted.
“The illustrations are quite detailed. Your foremothers were very talented,” Data added. “Thank you very much.”
Crusher smiled and took her seat. Picard rose with his champagne glass and went to face the couple.
“Those of you who know me know of my appreciation for the human writer, William Shakespeare. I have chosen a sonnet of his that I feel most appropriately expresses the depth and breadth of love that one can feel for another – the love that I see Neara and Data have found in each other…
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
Oh no! it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved…
I am happy for the good fortune that brought you this love. To Data and Neara!”
“To Data and Neara!” the crowd cheered and drank to them. Data and Neara both thanked Picard for his moving words.
Neara’s family got up and gathered in front of the couple. Leyna spoke, “Neara and Data have told us of a situation they wish to help. As our gift, we will send a special harmonic to this cause now.” The family all got down on their left knees and placed the palms of their right hands on the ground. They sang. It was very loud and grew in intensity, both in volume and the corresponding vibration. Notes were added and continually modulated. Items in the room were rattling and the ground was shaking. The guests had to cover their ears. When they thought it might be too much more to bear, the Ahmriana stopped.
“Thank you very much Tahtee, everyone,” Neara acknowledged with a nod to her family.
“Thank you. That was remarkable,” Data said in appreciation.
The wedding guests moved outside for the dancing portion of the evening. There was a dance floor set out on the grass, and Data had programmed music for the event.
Data and Neara had a first dance together. It was Olivia Newton John’s “Magic” which had become ‘their song.’ The rest of the group then joined in, Seyta even managing to drag Worf onto the dance floor.
Everybody was dancing with one another, the Ahmriana a little inebriated from the champagne. Yara called out to his sister mischievously, “Be careful Neara, you do not want your breasts to pop out!”
“But they might wish to fly free!” she laughed.
The dancers were switching partners then dancing in groups when Data came over to Neara. “This is a special song I chose for the occasion,” he stated. She left her group to start dancing with him.
They were moving to the first chords and then the lyrics belt out, “You got me feeling emotions…” and Neara started laughing in pure elation. As the rest of Mariah Carey’s “Emotions” played, she could not stop smiling.
The group was having a lot of fun – even Worf remained on the dance floor, succumbing to Seyta’s persistence.
At one point, Yara, Erda, and Pata were dancing, flying around over Data and Neara’s heads. Neara looked up. “I can see up your dress!” she chuckled in amusement.
Erda started scissoring her legs laughing, “Good airflow!”
Data was used to his new family, but their behavior was very different from other species he knew – much less inhibited. He watched their interaction with a wide smile. Neara hoped he was close to laughter.
As the dance portion of the evening drew to a close, Data told Neara she had one more thing to do. She had to toss the bouquet. He instructed that she would turn away from the group and throw the bouquet over her shoulder, after which she could look back.
“Erda,” Neara called, “where are the flowers?” Neara had given Erda the flowers when they changed clothing, because she assumed the flowers went with the dress.
“I left them on the table,” Erda replied, and she flew in and brought them out to Neara. The music stopped, and Data got everybody’s attention.
“Neara is now going to perform the bouquet toss. Its folklore states that whoever catches the bouquet will be the next to marry,” Data explained to the Ahmriana.
Riker and Troi took a few steps away from the crowd. Geordi and Worf tried to do the same, and Riker stopped them with a, “Oh no, you don’t – that’s an order!” and a gentle shove back into the group.
Neara turned her back to them, then launched her bouquet into the air. After it left her hands, she turned to look. The bouquet went sailing in a high arch then rocketed down to hit Worf squarely in the face. It dropped to the ground in front of him. He let out a quiet snarl, and everyone started laughing.
“Well, that landed like a lead balloon,” Geordi observed, eliciting more laughter.
The night was over and it was time to go in. Everyone left the gathering with smiles on their faces, except Worf. Seyta floated beside him carrying the bouquet. “Do not look so glum. At least you have flowers,” she cajoled. His only response was a low growl.
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Data's Journey