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You Can't Fight a Tidal Wave	By : madradena Category: Star Trek > The Next Generation Views: 1693 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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After Emma asked him, if he was gonna change at all, Data realized that maybe his costume was not a valid choice as a casual garment and figured he should put on something else. When he and Emma met outside of the dressing rooms a few minutes later however, they looked at each other surprised: they both wore their uniforms instead of what could have been considered 'real' everyday clothes.
She stepped up to him and looked at him with a slight frown "Don't tell me you don't have casual clothes!"
"I do not require any." he shrugged not really knowing what to answer.
"What do you wear on shore-leave then?" she asked smiling confused.
"I do not often go to shore-leave. The last time was a year ago, when I visited my mother to help her move from Atrea Four to Earth after her husband died. I wore my uniform then. It is practical and--"
"Wait-wait, hold on!" Emma shook her head thinking she probably heard it wrong "Maybe I'm too tired and hallucinating, but for a moment, I thought you said 'my mother'."
"Yes." he nodded then gave her a shy smile understanding her confusion "She used to be the wife of the man who created me at the time he did. She used to be a cyberneticist too. Like my father."
"Oh, wow!" she gaped amazed "That's cool, I never thought that you had such a close relationship to the people who created you to call them your parents! That's actually very nice!" she smiled lovingly and took his hand in hers. Then looked at him a bit naughtily "Though I never thought I would have to put up with a mother-in-law, but what the hell!" she chuckled joking - but deep down thought wryly: with my bright talent at getting along with any kind of humanoids, I'm screwed...
He looked away a little embarrassed that he had to correct her misconception "It is rather because of the analogy with human parenting that they encouraged me to call them Father and Mother and not because of the depth of the relationship. I have no memory of the events just after my first activation. They wiped everything out when they finished with the fine-tuning of my programming. They were forced to leave the planet we had lived on just before they would have reactivated me, so I do not remember what my relationship was like with them. Later on I did meet my father. It was just before he died, so I could not develop a close relationship with him then either. And I met my mother only recently, three years ago. Since our initial meeting, we have encountered only three times and exchanged some subspace messages." he put a gentle hand to her cheek as if to wipe that shocked expression off her face "I have a closer relationship now with you. You know more about me than she does. At least in the non-technological sense that is." he added accurately.
She took his hand on her cheek in both of hers and pressed her lips to his fingers. So many questions ran through her mind: why did they leave him behind? Why didn't they go back for him? Why didn't they contact him when he was reactivated again? Why did they wipe his memories in the first place?! Why did they want him to forget them and their home? He seemed to be so casual about it all, but there was something in his voice and his eyes... she knew he wanted to make her think, it didn't matter, but somehow, she just knew it DID matter, it did leave him scarred... This thought made her leave her questions and curiosity for another day, and she simply pulled him in for a tight embrace.
He returned the hug somewhat puzzled by her reaction. Then pulled away and smiled at her shyly.
"And you?"
"Hmm?" she lost the thread and had no idea what the question referred to.
"What about your clothing? You wear your uniform too." he asked curiously.
"Oh, yeah, I..." she looked over herself "Somehow I feel more secure in this than anything else." she shrugged "Don't ask me why, I don't know. I used to wear my uniform on the colony as well." she gazed away remembering "The last one I had, I repaired at least a hundred times, before I finally conceded that it needed to be thrown out... It was like throwing all hope out the window, all connection to the past..." she realized she was immersing herself (and him with her) into a memory she never wanted to recall again, so she smiled nonchalantly and waved "Well, with all the replicators on board, I have all the uniforms I want here!" she smiled.
Data looked at her thoughtfully for a long moment before answering then cocked his head with a serious expression on his face "When you find the strength to speak about how you lived on the colony, will you talk about it with me?" he asked suddenly taking her completely by surprise. She looked at him shocked, and he went on to explain "Because I can see that now you would like to belittle the impact of it on your present life. Perhaps it is because you find it easier to cope with those memories in this fashion. Which I fully understand. And I also agree that now is not the time to discuss such matters. However, I would like you to be aware of the fact that I am here to listen to whatever you wish to tell me."
She looked at him stunned for a few moments then gave him an amazed though a bit confused smile: "Have I told you today that you're the best person in the whole universe?" she asked taking his hands in hers and leaning close to his face.
He nodded with confusion "In the afternoon. I had to remind you then the way I have to now that your sample for such a statistical--" he couldn't finish, she kissed him on the lips.
When they broke away, she looked at him with a serious expression "I'm not the only one here who belittles the impact of a traumatic past, Deadpan. If you promise me to talk about how you really FEEL about all that you just told me so casually as if you were just reciting the story of Dreamland, I promise you, I'll tell you about how it feels to live in as a frustrating century as the 21st."
He had to admit that he was surprised by what she'd told him. He always thought that whatever he felt about his early years, or his parents, it didn't matter anymore. Even if he sometimes had dreams about spending time with his parents on Omicron Theta before his memories were wiped, or nightmares where he would be begging them to take him with them - and they would just leave him there all alone. It didn't matter, it was the past. And it seemed, she took his own feelings about this past more seriously than he ever dared. He gave her a timidly but grateful smile: "Deal."
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