Still Life
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akainagiTitle: Still Life
Author: AkaiNagi
Rating: G
Fandom and Pairing: ST: TNG, Data/Tasha Yar
Claim and Prompt: Wait, Angst
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Summary: Data has just gotten his emotion chip. He has many revelations, not all of them pleasant.
He had been waiting for this moment for six years.
He hadn’t even known he was waiting really. Today he had simply looked at her, reached out his hand, and did what brand-new emotions, astonishing and novel in their newness, compelled him to do. Her alabaster skin still glowed in the same way it had on the first day they met. Her eyes shone serenely at him, waiting for this move that had been six years in the making. Those eyes were so expressive, sometimes flashing in fury; other times sparkling with warmth or barely-concealed mirth. Once, and only once, he had seen them shine with desire. The moment six years ago when she had smiled, vulnerable and emboldened at the same time, and said she wanted his love. It was strange how that memory changed its tone and color without the detachment an emotionless mind provided. A dozen emotions welled up in him all at once, clamoring to the surface, and manifested themselves as her name, choked out in a voice he barely recognized. His fingers reached out, almost on their own accord, and passed through her.
The small hologram, as fresh and lifelike as she would be forever inside his mind, smiled serenely back at him.
And six years too late, Data put his head in his arms, and wept.
Author: AkaiNagi
Rating: G
Fandom and Pairing: ST: TNG, Data/Tasha Yar
Claim and Prompt: Wait, Angst
Note: For
wordclaim50, also x-posted to d_a_t_aSummary: Data has just gotten his emotion chip. He has many revelations, not all of them pleasant.
He had been waiting for this moment for six years.
He hadn’t even known he was waiting really. Today he had simply looked at her, reached out his hand, and did what brand-new emotions, astonishing and novel in their newness, compelled him to do. Her alabaster skin still glowed in the same way it had on the first day they met. Her eyes shone serenely at him, waiting for this move that had been six years in the making. Those eyes were so expressive, sometimes flashing in fury; other times sparkling with warmth or barely-concealed mirth. Once, and only once, he had seen them shine with desire. The moment six years ago when she had smiled, vulnerable and emboldened at the same time, and said she wanted his love. It was strange how that memory changed its tone and color without the detachment an emotionless mind provided. A dozen emotions welled up in him all at once, clamoring to the surface, and manifested themselves as her name, choked out in a voice he barely recognized. His fingers reached out, almost on their own accord, and passed through her.
The small hologram, as fresh and lifelike as she would be forever inside his mind, smiled serenely back at him.
And six years too late, Data put his head in his arms, and wept.
