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Data's Journey
By : K_nz
Category: Star Trek > The Next Generation
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It was Tala’s last year on the Enterprise, and the year was going to bring a lot of changes. At the end of the year, the current ship was going to be decommissioned, and the crew moved to a new Enterprise. Tala and her family would not be going, because her mother wanted to move to Ahmria by Tala’s fifteenth birthday. They would be moving the week before so she could spend her birthday there.
Upon taking over the new Enterprise, Uncle Will would become captain, and Uncle Jean would move up to admiral. He had yet to decide where he would be stationed.
Many people had wondered why Uncle Will did not take command of a smaller vessel when it was offered to him. But now, he would get to move directly to commanding a galaxy class starship, so his patience had paid off.
Tala would miss her friends, especially her best friend Thad. And she would miss visiting all of the many places across the universe. But Dad had made Mom a promise, and Tala’s feelings didn’t come into consideration. She already knew her Dad’s opinion from what he had told her as a baby, “You will find it is best to do as your mother requests. It makes her happy, and I hope you will find you enjoy making her happy as much as I do.” At this moment, she really didn’t enjoy making her mother happy.
She was slouched on the couch with her tablet, playing a game Thad had recommended. She had been playing it for forty-three minutes and she was already to level twenty-four.
Her mom and dad came in from work and kissed her hello then went to their bedroom. They would be having sex again. Nobody else had parents who had sex as much as hers. Hers had it three times a day! Before work, after work, and before sleep. Thad said he thought his parents probably had sex three times a week, but he wasn’t sure. Apparently, his parents knew how to be subtle, which obviously wasn’t an Ahmriana trait. None of that side of her family seemed to do subtle.
She had so many images from when she was young of her parents having sex. She wished she could erase them all. She knew her mother didn’t care – it was very Ahmriana of her. She said she thought Tala must have picked up some of her father’s modesty programming, because she could be very prudish. Her mom was hoping the move to Ahmria would loosen Tala up. Tala didn’t want to be loose – she wanted to stay just as she was, exactly where she was.
Her parents came out twenty-five minutes later, her mother literally floating on air. Gross. She just didn’t get attraction to boys, much less her father. Her dad was great, she loved him, but he was kind of a dork. A lovable dork, but a dork nonetheless – nothing sexy about that. But she supposed if somebody didn’t find him attractive she wouldn’t be here, so there was that.
Just like her father, Tala could do many things at once. At the moment, she had three different items open on her tablet. She was reading a book for class, doing her math homework, and she was on level thirty-six of the game. Her mother asked her to chop vegetables.
“Yeah Mom, I’ll be right there,” Tala was focused on the game and wanted to get to level forty before she stopped. It was taking longer than she thought, the levels getting progressively more difficult.
Data observed their interaction while playing his violin. He could chop the vegetables in seconds, but Neara wanted Tala to learn to contribute to the family, so he did not offer his assistance.
After a few minutes, Neara said, “Tala, I asked you to come help me.”
“I heard Mom. I’ll be right with you,” she responded, her eyes locked on her tablet.
“Are you certain you really heard me, because you are not even looking at me,” Neara noted. “Data, will you please talk to your child about social cues?”
Data sat down beside his daughter and said, “It is important you give your attention to the other person during a conversation so they know they have been heard.”
“But I can hear them fine Dad,” Tala responded, still glued to the game. “Surely they don’t need me looking at them to hear me.”
“It is considered rude, Tala, if you do not look at them,” Data explained. “If you are focusing on another task and not on them, it makes them feel unimportant.”
“Thad doesn’t mind,” she said, still looking at the game.
“But other people do,” Data informed.
Tala lowered her tablet and looked at Data, “OK Dad, I’ll go help Mom now.”
Over dinner Tala asked, “Can I go to a concert on Jaquajacs tomorrow? A group of kids from the Enterprise is going, and there’ll be kids from all over the solar system as well.”
Data and Neara looked at each other. “Tala, Jaquajacs is dangerous,” Neara said warily.
“Yeah, but there’ll be a group of us. I’m sure it’ll be fine,” Tala reasoned.
“Others have not gone through what your father and I have gone through to have a child. We will let you go as long as your father goes along for protection,” Neara elucidated.
“Aww Mom, can’t Uncle Worf go instead?” Tala complained.
Data looked at his daughter in confusion, “But I am physically stronger and faster than Worf. Surely I would be a better choice.”
“Yes,” Neara agreed, “you will take your father.”
“But Mom!” Tala whined. “He’s so not nebula.”
Data looked at Neara in befuddlement. Neara answered his unspoken question, “The children have given that word an additional meaning. Nebula now also means cool. So your child is saying you are uncool.”
“But.. I am nebula,” Data defended. “I have brought the renowned Zakdorn strategist, Sirna Kolrami, to a stalemate in a game of Strategema.”
Neara grinned at Data, her eyes twinkling with mirth. “You will always be nebula to me ka’lee,” she said stroking his arm. Tala rolled her eyes. Neara looked at her child, “Tala, there will be no further discussion. If you wish to go, your father must go with you.”
“Alright Mom,” Tala conceded and sulkily finished her dinner.

Tala was on the couch showing her mother pictures of the concert on Jaquajacs while Data made dinner. He was busy chopping the Ahmrian vegetables listening to his daughter talk.
“And look at this one Mom,” Tala said excitedly. “They were blowing these huge bubbles and people were trying to pass them in the crowd without breaking them. Mom… what are you looking at? What’s so interesting about Dad?”
Data looked up to see Neara staring at him with a slight smile and eyes so full of love Data felt a rush through his body, like an electrical storm. He felt his heart somehow fill and expand, as if it would burst. His solar plexus grew to become a large dish, receiving and sending this same signal – this signal of love.
Data smiled back as they held each other’s gaze. Then Tala whined, “Mom!” and Neara’s smile turned into a grin and she went back to looking at Tala’s photos.
Data was in awe. The sixteen years they had been together only deepened the connection he had with Neara. With simply a look and a smile she could elicit intense feelings from him. He absolutely adored his wife – she was remarkable.

Tala slumped into their quarters and plopped down on the couch beside Data. She quickly rubbed tears from her eyes.
“What is wrong Tala?” Data asked, concerned.
“I’m just stupid is all Dad,” Tala lamented.
“You are not stupid Tala.” Data gave her leg a consoling stroke, “What happened?”
“I asked a girl out and she told me she wasn’t interested in girls that way. I’m so stupid!” and more tears spilled from her eyes.
Data spoke to his daughter in loving support, “It sounds to me like you bravely expressed your feelings to this girl. Being brave is never stupid.”
Tala threw her arms around her father’s neck and cried into his shoulder. Data wondered if he had said the wrong thing, but he comfortingly caressed his child’s back and attempted to soothe her.

Data went to see Counselor Troi about the incident.
“Is there any way a person can tell if another is romantically interested in the same sex?” Data asked.
“The most direct route would be to just ask them,” Troi informed. “Are you wondering if a man is interested in you?”
“No, I am not asking for myself,” Data explained. “Tala just asked a girl in her class out and she said she was not interested in girls that way. I just wondered if there was a way Tala could tell who would be interested, and spare her the pain of rejection.”
“Well, dealing with rejection is a normal part of life and growing up,” Troi counseled. “Even if this girl was interested in other girls, she might not be interested in Tala. Just encourage her to keep trying – she’ll eventually meet someone to date. Frankly, I’m surprised she’s not dating an Ahmriana. Don’t they date all genders?”
“Yes, but I believe she has a crush on this girl,” Data elucidated.
Troi nodded in understanding, “Those first crushes can be an intense experience. Just let her know we all go through that – she’s not alone.”
“But I have not gone through that, and neither has Neara. I have never had a crush, and Ahmriana, as young people, date each other freely. They do not pair off as human teenagers seem to do. So if Neara had a romantic interest in a person, she need only let them know,” Data imparted.
“I see. Then I think you should encourage Tala to date Ahmriana if you want save her that pain,” Troi suggested. “In any case, it would probably be good for her to have a positive experience after this one. To let her know there are others interested in her and things will be OK.”
“I will recommend this course of action to her. Thank you Counselor,” Data said gratefully.

It was an awkward conversation with her parents over the dinner table that evening. They encouraged her to date Ahmriana, but they only went to the planet every three weeks and didn’t stay for very long. Her mother told her she wouldn’t need any time to woo another teenager – all she had to do was ask.
They were going to the planet for a week this time, plenty of time for Tala to work up the courage to ask Laksa out. She had long indigo hair and a slight blue sheen to her skin and the greatest smile Tala had ever seen. It melted her insides and made her feel incredibly self-conscious. She hoped she wouldn’t embarrass herself, but her mother reassured her Laksa would be receptive.
Tala did find the courage and the two went to the Sooria Falls for a picnic. They talked and ate and when they were done, Tala smiled shyly.
“May I kiss you?” she asked Laksa. She was speaking in Ahmrian, as she always did on the planet.
“I would like that,” Laksa agreed.
It was Tala’s first kiss, and she was very nervous. They bent towards each other and their lips met. Then Tala felt an electric lava flow through her body. She was on fire and a live wire at the same time. It was incredible.
Their lips parted, and Laksa moved closer to put her arms around Tala. Tala returned the embrace. They kissed and kissed for the longest time – Tala felt as if she were floating on air, just as her mother could literally do. Now she finally understood.
When the date ended, Tala asked Laksa out for the following day. Laksa agreed, and they had another outing with lots more kissing. She asked her out again for the next day, and on that outing, they lay together kissing and caressing each other. The day after that, they had another date, and Tala tried caressing Laksa in more intimate places and Laksa stopped her.
“No Tala, we should save that for our ka’falla,” Laksa advised.
“But, are you not curious?” Tala asked, feeling a little hurt by the rebuff.
“Yes, I am. That is why I do not wish to start – in case we are unable to stop ourselves from going too far,” Laksa explained.
“Would that be such a bad thing?” Tala wondered.
“I would prefer to wait,” Laksa stated with finality. “But I would like to continue kissing.”

Tala got her mother alone to talk and let her know what happened between her and Laksa.
“Why does she want to deny herself? We are young – are we not supposed to explore?” Tala questioned.
“Oh Tala, I blame this on the fact you have been on the Enterprise too long and not living on Ahmria. Things will change once you are here. You will be immersed in your own culture,” Neara started. “You must understand, people on Ahmria want to wait for their ka’falla because they do not want to fumble around not knowing what to do. They want to save this first special experience and have it be amazing. They are doing this for themselves – they are not denying themselves, as you mistakenly think. They are actually thinking only of themselves, being selfish. There is much greedy anticipation amongst the teenagers. You will find they regularly talk about who they will ask as their fallasha. It will be a very exciting time for you.”
“I was excited enough with Laksa,” Tala lamented.
“I promise, it will be worth the wait,” Neara assured. “Do you need some more sex toys?”
Tala tried not to roll her eyes in exasperation. “No Mom. Thanks.”

Tala was to meet Laksa again, but this time she had a friend in tow. His name was Hesta, and Tala could see he was quite attractive with his dark indigo skin and long blond hair. He was very friendly, but Tala was hoping to have more time alone with Laksa before returning to the Enterprise.
They were sitting on a blanket together chatting when Laksa turned to Hesta and gave him a kiss. Then she gave Tala a kiss. Hesta bent towards Tala, waiting for her to meet him for a kiss which never happened. Tala just didn’t feel that way about him. She looked at him in unease.
“What is wrong Tala?” Laksa asked.
“I just do not really like males that way,” Tala explained awkwardly.
Laksa and Hesta looked at each other in bewilderment.
“All males?” Laksa questioned.
“Yes,” Tala answered.
“But you have not met all males. How do you know you feel this way about all males?” she wondered.
“They just do not do anything for me… sexually,” Tala explained.
Laksa and Hesta looked at each other with frowns of consideration.
“Well, I would like to kiss both of you, so I would like to continue,” Laksa said.
“If it is your will, I would never do anything to counter that,” Hesta addressed Tala. “I will kiss only Laksa. I would also like to continue.”
“I have an idea,” Laksa announced, and flagged down a group of teenagers who were approaching. “We can all kiss together,” she said once they had arrived. “Tala,” Laksa said indicating her, “only wishes to kiss females. Would you like to join us?”
The group all came and sat down, a half-dozen girls surrounding Tala. Everyone started kissing and caressing each other. Tala was in heaven.

Tala and Data were in their living room playing a speed game together. They had two speed games – one was the telekinesis game so Tala could improve her ability, and the other was a calculation game. Data created a program where the two would perform random calculations to test their processing speed against each other. Data would adjust his physical motion as well as the display on his tablet to mimick Tala’s visual capacity. Once his speed and vision were adjusted to compensate, he could accurately gauge Tala’s computational abilities.
Neara came home after seeing Counselor Troi and laughed when she saw them, “You two are at it again!”
“Yes. Tala’s speed has greatly improved over the last five weeks,” Data informed.
“Is there any way to increase the speed at which she cleans her room?” Neara asked.
“Very funny Mom,” Tala said dryly.
The doorbell sounded and Neara let Geordi in.
“I will be with you in one moment,” Data informed him. Geordi had been roped into doing a play, and Data was going to run lines with him before rehearsal.
Data and Tala were neck-and-neck performing calculations when Data said with pleasure, “Ah, you beat me!”
Tala jumped up from her seat and continued jumping around waving her arms in the air. “Yes! I’m the champion!” She started making sounds like a crowd cheering and used one hand to hold the other up and said in a feigned ring announcer’s voice, “The winner! The champion of the universe!!”
Neara walked past her and stated plainly, “You are an idiot.”
“I am a WINNER!” Tala exclaimed.
“Oh, then let me congratulate the winner,” Neara said and took Tala’s face between her hands and started kissing her rapidly all over her face. Tala was squealing in protest and stepped backwards to get away and fell on the couch, Neara following, still kissing.
Data had gotten up to get his costume and Geordi was waiting, watching the scene.
Data came out of the bedroom and Tala yelled, “Dad, get your ka’sha off me!”
“I do not wish to get in the middle,” Data imparted.
Neara kept kissing her, and Tala cried out in laughing protest, “Dad please help me!… Get this woman off of me!”
Data and Geordi turned to leave and Tala shouted, “Eww gross, Dad, she licked me!!!”
Geordi turned to Data and said, “Looks like you have your hands full.”
“That may be an understatement,” Data concurred.
As they left, they could hear Tala saying, “Get off of me… Disgusting!!” while Neara laughed in raucous glee.
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Data's Journey	By : K_nz Category: Star Trek > The Next Generation Views: 1352 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Data's Journey