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Data's Journey
By : K_nz
Category: Star Trek > The Next Generation
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Neara awoke to find Data’s hand resting on her abdomen over her uterus.
She turned to him and smiled, “Good morning ka’lee. Do you feel anything yet?”
“No, I do not. Do you?” he asked.
“I feel a tickle in my uterus. And I feel a rushing in my body. I do not know how you say it, but it is like it is running away with itself – it knows what to do and does not need my input,” Neara elucidated.
“Do you mean, your body feels as if it is on autopilot?” Data queried.
“Yes! Autopilot,” Neara agreed.
She gave him a quick kiss then got up and went to the bathroom. When she returned she climbed on top of him.
“We cannot have penetrative sex, but there is still much we can do to please each other,” Neara said suggestively.
“But we must see Dr Crusher shortly,” Data cautioned.
“We have time,” Neara responded and started kissing down his neck.

Neara did not see the point of a baby shower, since everything needed for the baby could be gotten from the replicators. Even so, Troi thought she would bring Neara a gift. She came to Neara and Data’s quarters, gift in hand.
“Hello Deanna!” Neara greeted.
“Hi Neara. I know you didn’t want a shower, but I brought you a gift anyway,” Deanna proffered.
Neara directed them to the couch and they sat.
“Thank you Deanna. Should I open it now?” she asked.
“Yes, please do,” Troi answered.
Neara tore open the wrapping and looked at the machine in puzzlement. Troi saw her confusion.
“It’s a breast pump. It’s the same model I used when I was breastfeeding Thad. It’s a very good one – I think you’ll like it,” Deanna enthused.
Neara looked hesitant, then slowly passed the gift back to Deanna. “I am sorry Deanna – I think I would prefer to do it the Ahmriana way.”
“Oh, I didn’t realize you had a special Ahmrian device. Sorry,” Deanna apologized.
“We do not use a device,” Neara explained. “Our ka’sha, or another if one does not have a ka’sha like my Tahtee did not, sucks the milk out and spits it into a bladder formed like a breast. The bladder keeps the milk in perfect condition until it is time to feed the baby. It is then strapped over the chest so the ka’sha can feed the child.”
She made a moue of consideration, “Although Data might prefer to use a baby bottle. I assume the opening is large enough that he can spit in the milk he sucked out.” She furrowed her brow, “But he will not have the flora and fauna in his saliva for the baby. I suppose she will be alright without it. But it is very important, otherwise animals all over the universe would not chew and spit food for their young.” Her eyebrows raised with a sudden brainwave, “I could spit into the bottles when he is finished. That way she would get the necessary nourishment.”
Deanna felt queasy with the thought. Although she could see the logic in the Ahmriana way of doing things – children who were exposed to lots of germs and microbes early on were much healthier. In this case though, she would just have to chalk the differences up to cultural exchange. If she had another child, she would definitely not be using the Ahmriana technique.

Data was hooked up to the computer with Geordi working on him to reset his corrupted programming when Neara stormed into engineering. She held her large, pregnant belly with one arm and gesticulated wildly with the other as she yelled at him in Ahmrian. Geordi could tell this was bad, he had never seen Neara like this before.
“I am sorry Neara. I am sorry,” Data kept repeating.
She changed to English, “We are expecting a child! You do not need to do foolish things like this. You cannot put your life at risk to potentially run the ship in an emergency! You could have been killed or permanently damaged! As it was, we are lucky Worf, Alexander, and Deanna were not hurt.”
She rounded on Geordi, “And you – I blame you for this as well! You should know better than to go along with this crazy scheme! You are fortunate nothing more happened to him. I will be speaking to Jean-Luc about this as well!”
“Please Neara, you do not need to do that,” Data entreated. “It was my idea – they were only going along with my suggestion.”
“Then you have been a thoughtless idiot!” Neara said with finality, turned abruptly, and marched out.
“Wow. I don’t envy you going home tonight,” Geordi commiserated.
“Nor do I,” Data agreed.
Data walked through the door to his quarters hesitantly. Neara had never been angry with him before, so he was not certain what to expect. She was sitting in the living area, her back to the door.
He walked over and sat beside her. She was looking down and away from him. He touched her shoulder gently, “Neara, I am sorry I upset you. I will not do anything like that again. It was foolish and irresponsible. I did not consider the potential danger and what that could mean for us and our child. Please forgive me.”
Neara sat there quietly, and Data wondered if she was too angry with him to speak. Then she looked over. Her eyes were full of tears, her cheeks wet with them. When Data saw this, several feelings flooded him. He was shocked he had made her cry. He had never hurt her like this before. He felt ashamed and guilty. He had truly scared her. He felt regret for his foolhardy endeavor quickly followed by a panic. What could he do to make her feel better? Would she forgive him? What could he do to help her forgive him?
Neara reached up and touched his cheek, “I am sorry my fear turned to anger. I do not want to lose you. I love you. I want our child to have her Vahtee. I do not want to be without you. I understand putting your life on the line if it is absolutely necessary, but please, do not do so voluntarily. Do not scare me this way. My heart cannot take it.”
Data pulled Neara close and said, “I promise I will never scare you like that again.” He kissed her, and she seemed to melt in his arms – the tension draining out of her body. As he brushed the tears off her cheeks and kissed her some more, he vowed he would never give her reason to cry again.

At the beginning of her pregnancy, Crusher was unsure if Neara would have the typical Ahmriana seven months gestation, because the embryo was already six weeks old when implanted. The Prime Healer had not experienced nor heard of this situation before, so she could not say. Crusher also wasn’t certain when or if the neural net would grow. So far, it hadn’t.
The gestation did turn out to be seven months, and it passed quickly. Early on, Neara had suggested Data practice his childcare by offering to watch Thad at night so Deanna and Will could get some sleep. They gratefully accepted, and the nights Data was not working night watch they dropped Thad off. For three months they did this until Thad started sleeping through the night.
Neara remained very amorous during her pregnancy, and Data was concerned about any vigorous sexual activities. He spoke to Crusher, and she assured him it would be OK, although he was still tentative. Neara just blithely laughed over his nervousness and rode him hard when she wanted.
The only time Neara spoke to Crusher on her own regarding her pregnancy was to give Crusher an instruction. She understood it was human custom to give the child to the mother first. In her case, she wanted Crusher to give the baby to Data first. Neara knew how special this was for Data – how he had longed to have another child. She wanted to see his face when he first held their baby – his baby.
It was close to her seven month due date and Data was off duty with Neara, awaiting the birth. It was afternoon, and Data was sitting on the couch with Neara sitting on the floor between his legs. He was giving her a neck and shoulder rub. Neara looked down and patted her belly, “You are punching my bladder and I must pee again. There is not room enough in me for both you and my organs. It is time for you to make your entrance into the universe.”
Neara stood up and walked towards the bathroom when she suddenly stopped. “Oh, I pee already… No, I think my water broke. She must have heard me.” Data had asked Neara if she could hear the baby’s thoughts, but she said the baby was not pushing any into her head, she was quiet. A very quiet baby. According to Neara she did not even move about much, except for the last few days. She was running out of room.
Data bolted up and over to Neara, taking her by the hand and wrapping his other arm around her waist. “Do you need me to carry you to Dr Crusher’s?” he asked.
“No, I am OK,” Neara answered. She was floating beside him and they made their way to the Delivery Room.
Data had hailed Dr Crusher when they set off, and she was ready and waiting for them. She directed Neara to the birthing stool, and Neara made herself as comfortable as she could. She was starting to feel some pain.
Data had previously adjusted his voice box so he could speak proper Ahmrian. The apostrophe between words meant they were sung as a chord. Although Ahmriana could understand a human speaking Ahmrian, their ‘accent’ was jarring. It was akin to listening to someone sing who was tone deaf. That said, they did appreciate the effort.
Since adjusting his voice box, Data could sing many notes at once. He also increased his vocal range which meant he could intone the vibration necessary to ease Neara’s pain. As the Prime Healer had instructed him, he stood behind Neara and ran his middle fingers from the center of her forehead out to her temples three times. He bent over and placed his mouth above her third eye and sang in three long bursts. Neara let out a sigh of relief. If her contractions were lengthy, he would need to perform this intonation again.
It would not be necessary though, because Neara rapidly dilated enough to start pushing. Data was holding Neara’s hand and watching as the head appeared. The baby was quickly out and Crusher announced they had a healthy baby girl. As she wiped her down, Data and Neara smiled joyously at each other and kissed. Before she had finished wiping, the placenta slid out. The nurse waited for Crusher to cut the cord, then took it away. Crusher stood, and to Data’s surprise, she handed the baby to him.
He held her and stared, his mouth forming an O of wonder and awe. His daughter. His baby daughter. Their daughter. He had a daughter with his wife. He never imagined this could happen. He did not know dreams, desires, wishes, could come true this way. He was in love with his wife AND his daughter. He was in love with his family. His very own family.
Neara stared at Data, her mouth a half smile of anticipation. When he turned to look at her, his eyes full of wonder and awe, the smile bloomed across her face. She was so happy. She had given him a gift he had wanted more than anything. He had a child – he had a daughter.
“Here Data, let me have her and we’ll clean her up better and let Mom hold her for a bit,” Crusher requested, reaching out for the baby. Data gently handed her over and went to Neara. He held her hands and kissed her rapidly all over her face like Leyna would do, and Neara laughed.
Data helped Neara up and she made her way onto the bed. She propped herself up and Crusher brought the baby to her. She looked at the swaddled bundle and kissed her head and touched her lips. Then she sang into her third eye area, the spot below her sternum, and the top of her head. The baby glowed Ahmrian blue for a minute, then returned to normal. Neara smiled, and made to hand the baby over to Data.
“I need to lie on my side,” she informed, and Data took their daughter. Secretly, Neara just wanted to watch Data interact with their baby.
Data’s family soon came into the room, all smiles and congratulations. They were overjoyed to see Data holding his daughter. They each came over and gently stroked her head and cooed at her. All except Worf who gave Data and Neara a nod and congratulated them on their healthy-looking child.
“Wow, Ahmriana babies start off with the same beautiful eyes,” Geordi observed as she stared up at him.
“Yep, she’ll have her pick of suitors,” Riker noted.
“What’s her name?” Troi asked.
“Tala. It is Ahmrian for ‘whole’ or ‘complete,’” Data explained.
“Welcome aboard, Tala,” Picard tendered.
After some joyous socializing Crusher said, “Alright, I think we should let the new parents spend time with their baby and let Mom get some rest,” and she shuttled them out of the room.

The next day, Picard took the Enterprise to an Ahmrian portal planet, and Neara’s family beamed on board. Picard escorted them to their accommodations and once they had deposited their things, took them to see Data and Neara. They were in their quarters on the couch, Data holding Tala, when the family and Picard came in.
They stood up as Leyna flew over to Neara and kissed her rapidly all over her face, then went to Data and did the same. The rest of the family came over and gave Neara and Data hugs and kisses, while Leyna bent down and kissed her granddaughter.
“Hello Tala,” Leyna greeted, wrapping Tala’s tiny hand over her finger and stroking it gently with her thumb.
“Would you like to hold her?” Data asked.
“Yes, I would,” Leyna answered and Data passed her over. “You are a very quiet baby,” she cooed and bounced her gently. “Not at all like your Tahtee – you must take after your Vahtee.”
Yara was looking over Leyna’s shoulder and said, “Yes, see how she looks out at the world, like she is observing it. Studying it. She is very wise like her Vahtee – nothing at all like her Tahtee.”
Neara slapped his arm. “I have just given birth and am full of hormones. Do not make me angry Yara!” she said playfully. Yara ducked behind Leyna and feigned fear.
“Your tahtee was a very fussy baby,” Leyna explained to Tala. “She cried all the time, but she had the weight of the universe going through her. It is not easy being a Weaver baby.”
Data had not known this about Neara. “So that lets you know when the child is a Weaver?” he asked Leyna.
“That, and the fact she glowed blue all the time,” Leyna stated.
As the family chatted joyously on, Data thought to himself, he was relieved their child was not a Weaver. She already would have to deal with the unknown effects of her android nature. He was thankful she did not have further challenges.
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Data's Journey	By : K_nz Category: Star Trek > The Next Generation Views: 1351 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Data's Journey