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Data's Journey
By : K_nz
Category: Star Trek > The Next Generation
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Neara and Tala had gone to Ahmria to celebrate Reysa’s second birthday. She planned to go back later in the day and fetch Data after he was off duty, so she had created a doorway in his work room and sang to hide it, as she would with a permanent doorway. She did this whenever they would not be staying on Ahmria long enough for her to recover.
It was time to get him, and when she walked through the portal onto the ship, she felt something was wrong. She went out into the hallway and saw a Borg passing at the far intersection. She floated silently, sending her psi wave out, feeling for Data. He was on the ship. She felt Picard close.
She turned a corner and he was there in front of her. He saw her and she quietly spoke. “I knew something was wrong when I came through the doorway to get Data. Where is he?”
“As I’m certain you’re aware, the Borg have captured the ship,” Picard somberly enlightened. “I’ve sent the crew off, but the Borg have taken Data hostage. He’s up there behind the bulkhead. I need to try and save him.”
“I will go to Ahmria and get reinforcements. I will be back shortly,” Neara informed and quickly flew to the portal. When Leyna came through to Dessa, Neara told her of the situation then immediately returned to the ship and Data.
She flew past Picard and went to the bulkhead door. Her protective sphere activated and she sang, vibrating the molecules in the door until they faded, and she floated through. Picard watched the door instantly return to its solid state after she entered – no chance for him to follow.
Neara arrived to see Data strapped to a table, skin grafted onto his arm, the Borg queen standing beside him.
The Borg queen looked up and spoke, “And who might you be? You’re a glorious creature.” She considered a moment, realization dawning on her. “Why, it’s you… Many Eyes.”
Data craned his head back to see and said in surprise and concern, “Neara…”
Neara was in Weaver mode, her eyes blue ice. She spoke in a many-layered harmonic, “Let him go.” Borg were approaching her.
The Borg queen signaled them to stop. “We have no problem doing that. All we ask is that you agree to join us. We’ve missed you Many Eyes – we’ve been looking for you.”
She walked slowly over to Neara and stood in front of her, “You are magnificent.” She went to touch the bubble and pulled her hand away at the shock.
“You need to leave the ship. Please take the shuttle crafts and go,” Neara instructed.
The Borg queen walked back over to Data and trailed her hand up his leg as she walked toward his head. “He means something to you, doesn’t he?” She looked at Data’s face, then at Neara.
“I do not wish to harm you. You need to leave,” Neara informed.
“We don’t want to leave. We want you to join us. You can both join us,” the Borg queen proffered.
“Please, I beg you – you must go. Please be satisfied with the Borg you have now and leave us,” Neara entreated.
“Perhaps if you stay with us… become one of us… you’ll decide you want to be with us,” the Borg queen considered. She seemed to weigh her decision, and then she nodded to the Borg. They approached Neara, surrounding her.
“You do not want to do this,” Neara said and started singing at a Borg. It grabbed its chest and collapsed. She did it to two more who collapsed, then the Borg adjusted their shielding so her frequency could not get through. She adjusted again and more Borg collapsed, but more kept coming at her.
Neara did not want to intone at all of them at once – she did not wish to kill them all. She kept changing her vibrations, hoping with their mounting deaths the Borg queen would finally submit and leave. Instead, the Borg eventually adjusted their shielding so the harmonic was reflected off, and they came at her in force. They could not get through her sphere, but were working out how they could do it. Neara knew ultimately they would get through. Her sphere was not anywhere near as powerful as Ahmria’s, which was created and added to over aeons. Hers was a veritable shell in comparison. She also was weak from creating the doorway earlier in the day, so her sphere lacked strength. She needed to figure out how to get inside their shielding, which she could do with some time, but she was afraid it would take longer than she could afford.
“Please stop,” she begged. Data was looking at her with wide, worried eyes. She had no other option.
She grabbed up the first Borg, floating and pulling it towards her. She wrenched open its mouth and brought it close to her open mouth. She sucked in deeply. The Borg’s life energy faded from its body and it collapsed dead, hanging limply in her gathered fist.
She released, and it dropped to the floor. She picked up another one, doing the same thing.
She kept grabbing up Borg, sucking their life energy, becoming frenzied with the rush. She began to glow Ahmrian blue, the blue deepening with each life she took. The Borg queen looked on horrified.
“Stop!” she commanded her. She had all the Borg army rush Neara at once. But with each life she drained, Neara’s bubble was getting stronger – her state more frenzied. Her eyes were wide and wild. Blue lightning was flashing in her sphere, her hair floating as if in water. She started letting out a many-layered hum of satisfaction as the energy charged her.
Data watched in stunned silence. She was magnificent, and horrifying. It reminded him of the Hindu goddess of destruction Kali, terrifying and beautiful at the same time. One corner of his mind wondered if a Weaver had ever been to ancient India.
He heard Leyna’s voice outside the door, pounding and yelling for Neara to stop.
The Borg queen came up to Neara, “We’ll leave – just stop. We’ll leave.” When that had no effect, she went to Data, grabbing up a phaser and placing it against his head.
“I’ll kill him,” she threatened.
Neara dropped the dead Borg she was holding and used telekinesis to fly the phaser out of the Borg queen’s hand. Then she floated her over while the Borg queen screamed, “No! No!!” and struggled to free herself.
Neara grabbed her and pulled her close, the Borg queen attempting to rend Neara’s hand from her body. Data noted it had no effect, her hand slipping uselessly off Neara’s sphere.
She pulled the Borg queen’s mouth open, a look of feral anticipation in her eyes, and sucked deeply. Her hum of satisfaction was deafening. She sucked her so dry, the biological portion of the Borg queen’s body collapsed in upon itself, the red light draining from her eyes.
Neara dropped her to the floor, tilted her head back, and breathed in. She looked at the few Borg left who were scattering and floated each and every one to her, sucking the life out of them.
Data could still hear Leyna shouting. Once the Borg queen had died and he saw the other Borg were trying to flee, Data started yelling for Neara to stop. Neither his nor Leyna’s words were getting through.
When all the Borg were dead, she looked at Data. She broke his bindings and flew him to her outstretched hand. For a moment, he thought she would kiss him. But she proceeded to pull his mouth open, sucking the life from him.
As he was fading, he could hear Leyna shouting, “Stop Neara! Stop! It’s Data – you are killing him! You are killing him!!”
He did not want to die. He knew Neara would feel a horrible agony over the fact she took his life, but he did not know how to stop her. She had taken his will and he was unable to move, so he simply looked at her and tried to communicate with his eyes that he loved her – he forgave her.
As she pulled the energy from him, he felt a soft, dreamlike floating, lifting him from his body. Then he was outside himself watching the scene. He could see what looked like an ethereal umbilical cord attaching his dimensional energy being to his body. As Neara sucked, she was pulling the energy from this cord like blood through an artery, snaking up and through his neural net into her awaiting mouth. He could see his neural net was behaving like an antenna made of magnetic energy, and his light being was attracted to and binding with it, drawing him to his body. As Neara consumed this energy, the signal was gradually fading. Eventually, it would dissipate the tether to his light being, severing the link with his body.
As the tether slowly weakened, Neara was staring into Data’s eyes. This glorious energy was making her hum in overpowering ecstasy. She drank it in deeply. It was so intoxicating… so delectable. Its heady rush was somehow familiar – the extraordinary flavor reminding her of that same exquisite taste experience before…… Suddenly she halted in recognition. She looked horrified, pained, and quickly breathed the life back into him. She immediately floated him to the table and stood over him. Her protective sphere was gone and she was no longer in her Weaver mode, although she still glowed blue.
“I am sorry Data. I am sorry,” she pleaded and stroked his face, her eyes wide with worry. “I am so sorry. Oh La’Ma, what have I done?”
Just then, the bulkhead door opened and Leyna and Picard rushed through. Picard froze, observing the carnage in the room while Leyna flew to her daughter.
She hugged her and rubbed a hand on Data’s chest, “Neara, my sweet Neara. Data, my love, are you OK?”
“Yes, I believe I will be fine. Although, I do not believe any of the Borg survived,” Data answered.
Neara looked at her mother with pained eyes, “I am so sorry.”
Leyna continued hugging her and stoking her back, “It is all over now. La’Ma is fine. I am here. There is nothing more to worry about.”

The Ahmriana handed over the Borg they had captured and went back to Ahmria. The crew returned and the remaining Borg bodies were collected. Leyna wanted Neara to come to Ahmria and stay until she was feeling better, but Neara said she wanted to remain on the ship. Data went with Leyna to fetch Tala.
He put Tala to bed and went to his bedroom to find Neara lying in the dark, only discernible by her blue glow. He moved to touch her and she pulled away saying, “No, I do not deserve your affection.” He tried talking to her, attempting to console her, but she would not listen. She was beating herself up over what she had done.
In the days that followed, things did not get better. Data was truly concerned about his wife. Neara’s guilt over his near death was pulling her into a deep depression. She was not interested in socializing with friends or family. She hardly ate and did not want to dance after meals. She did not want to visit Ahmria. She did not want to make love to Data – she barely looked at him. She only played with Tala in a subdued fashion. Otherwise, she worked quietly or slept most of the time.
Data spoke to Counselor Troi, at a loss with what to do. She suggested Neara come see her, but Neara was having none of it. She did not want to talk to her, Data, or anyone else about it – she did not want anyone’s sympathy.
He had friends stop by, but Neara would quickly excuse herself and shut herself in the dark bedroom. He could not allow this to continue. He loved Neara – he had to help her. It then dawned on him he should try a different tack.
Data came home and found Neara and Tala on the couch, both working on tablet computers. He greeted them and kissed Tala then said, “Neara, I need to see you.” She got up and followed him into the bedroom.
Data noted she was avoiding eye contact again.
“Take your clothes off,” he commanded.
Neara looked visibly surprised and faltered, “I…”
“Take your clothes off,” Data interrupted in a sharp tone.
She did so, then Data instructed, “Get into bed.” She got into the bed.
Data removed his clothing and climbed on top of her, lying between her legs, and brought her arms up pinning them down.
He started kissing her neck. “You are mine.” He spoke between kisses. “I will take you any time I want… You will give yourself to me willingly without hesitation… Anytime I want, I will have what I want… I will have you.”
Data pushed into her. Neara was wet with excitement, but Data could tell she had conflicting emotions. He could tell she was not certain if she should allow herself any enjoyment. She was looking down and away from him.
Data went to pull her focus and moved his face so his eyes were looking at hers. Neara faced forward and looked at him.
“You are mine,” he looked directly at her and thrust in. Neara let out a clipped sigh of pleasure.
He took her with passion, instructing her where and how to move her body – to spread her legs wider, to get on top of him, to put her breast in his mouth. She orgasmed, but she held back, still feeling guilty. Data would work on that.
Every day he watched her, and if she started sinking into melancholy, he quickly ordered her into the bedroom and took her. He was attempting to break the pattern and jolt her out of her morose moods – to keep her from slipping into depression.
Slowly, it seemed to work. She was eating more, she was starting to smile, she was looking at him, she was having deeper orgasms, she started caressing him after he had taken her, he even was getting her up to dance after meals.
That evening at bedtime, she had submissively undressed and got into bed and he took her. She was now lying on top of him, running her fingers through his hair – something she had not done since before the Borg incident.
“Thank you,” she said.
Data realized she understood what he had been doing. “I knew if I was tender with you, your depression would deepen. You would push me further away out of guilt. I am glad I found a way to bring you back to me.”
“You are very wise La’Ma. You are true to your name,” Neara acknowledged.
“Does this mean you no longer feel guilty?” Data questioned.
“No, I still feel guilty. But for some reason, I see you still want me,” Neara said.
“I will always want you Neara. I love you,” Data imparted.
“Even after what I have done…” Neara wondered.
“A wise woman said, ‘We must allow others to make up for their mistakes. It is what we would hope they would do for us,’” Data quoted Neara’s words back to her.
“This was much more than a mere mistake,” Neara somberly noted.
“Yes, but you cannot help your nature,” Data stated.
“My nature made me unnecessarily kill those Borg and nearly kill you,” Neara said sadly.
“But you did not kill me. You stopped. And you did ask the Borg to leave before you began. You were trying to prevent activating this nature in you,” Data said understandingly.
“When I become that way, I feel I could devour the universe. It scares me,” Neara admitted.
“I tried to tell you this before, but you kept pushing me away – but I believe I understand, perhaps more than you realize. When my father activated my homing chip, there was a sick boy on the ship who needed immediate medical attention. But I used all of my abilities to get to Terlina III – I did not once think of the boy. While I was doing this, I was not actively aware – I was not in conscious control of my body. I did not know this chip existed and could do this to me. To this day, I am wary of the fact there might be another such chip or programming that could activate and alter my behavior outside of my conscious sphere of influence. I see your energy lust as the same thing – it brings you to a state outside of your conscious control. But even in that state, you did more than I was able to do. I was back in control only after my father reset the chip. You managed to regain control within that state. I was fortunate the boy did not die. You purposefully spared my life. I think that is astounding Neara. I can only hope if there is another such chip in me, that I am able to do as you did, and exert some level of self-control,” Data granted.
“That is how you see it La’Ma?” Neara questioned.
“That is exactly how I see it,” Data confirmed.
She caressed his face and looked at him in adoration, “You are wonderful.”
Data looked affectionately at his wife, “Would it be alright to bring variety back to our lovemaking?”
Neara smiled, “Yes.” She kissed him. “But I would like to feel you dominate me once again before we do so.”
“Of course,” Data agreed. He squeezed Neara’s ass and grabbed up the hair at the nape of her neck and pulled her in for a rough, passionate kiss.
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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