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[ST:TNG] my soul-bird loves my body-cage (Data/Geordi)
Title: my soul-bird loves my body-cage
Fandom: Star Trek: The Next Generation
Length: 877 words
Prompt: fic_promptly: Star Trek: TNG, Data(/Geordi La Forge), if he's so inhuman then why did he wake up with a daemon?
Pairing: Data/Geordi
Other: Daemon AU.
Excerpt: "I am Enosh," the crow says, its affect flat. "It is nice to meet you, Geordi and Tichaona."
"Did you find him somewhere?" Geordi asks. He's still confused. Tich gets up and presses her head to the back of his calf.
"He's Data's daemon," she says.
Data would never touch anyone's daemon without their permission, so when he shows up at the door with a crow perched on his shoulder, Geordi is very surprised. He's still half-asleep and he wonders for a moment if he's dreaming.
"Data?" he says.
"Sorry to wake you, Geordi," Data says. "I know that interrupting REM sleep is not good for your health, but I find myself in an unexpected situation. Can I come in?"
Data always asks, even though Geordi has told him he doesn't have to. They share quarters, after all. But if Geordi is there alone, Data always rings the bell before coming in. Geordi is teaching him about intimacy, but it's slow-moving. It's one thing to be in a relationship when neither of you are experienced with them, and another thing entirely to be in your very first relationship ever. Geordi thinks it's kind of sweet, really.
"Of course," he says. Data comes in and the door shuts behind him. Geordi's daemon Tichaona is still laying on her pillow, but when she sees Data, she sits up quickly and stares.
"You--" she says, sounding amazed.
"I am Enosh," the crow says, its affect flat. "It is nice to meet you, Geordi and Tichaona."
"Did you find him somewhere?" Geordi asks. He's still confused. Tich gets up and presses her head to the back of his calf.
"He's Data's daemon," she says.
"It seems so," Data confirms. Enosh flutters his wings and Data lifts his arm. Enosh alights on his wrist and stares back at Data. It is as if they are examining each other.
"He wasn't there, and then suddenly, he was," Data continues.
"I have always been here," Enosh says, despite evidence to the contrary.
Data has never had a daemon, although Dr. Song had toyed with the idea of making one for him, according to the plans that they have. He knew that people would find Data's presence unnerving for a number of reasons, but this one especially. He hadn't had the time to follow through. Geordi has gotten used to seeing Data alone; it doesn't bother him anymore. Now, it seems that everything has changed.
Enosh turns around to fix Geordi with a beady crow eye. It reminds Geordi of Data in an information-gathering mode, which makes him smile.
"Well, it's, it's great to meet you, Enosh," Geordi says. "Unexpected but great."
"Indeed," Enosh says gravely. He begins to preen. It's odd watching him move -- he is more precise than most bird daemons Geordi has ever seen, with a careful economy of movement that Geordi recognizes. Data moves in the same way. Geordi reaches out and almost touches him without realizing what he's doing, and then pulls his hand back.
"It would be all right, Geordi," Data says. "If you would like to touch him. I -- we would not mind. This is all very new and strange."
"He's your soul, Data," Geordi says softly, and the thought is extraordinary, but the proof is here before him. "That is not something that anyone would do lightly."
"I know," Data says. "I am not doing it lightly. I would like you to know him."
"Why don't we sit down?" Geordi suggests. He wants to rub at his eyes but the VISOR is in the way. He'd put it on to answer the door in case this was an emergency. He doesn't think he's going to be able to go back to sleep now, but his eyes are still tired.
They sit down at the little table, knees almost touching, and Enosh hops down onto the table. Tichaona follows them, a comforting presence by Geordi's feet. Geordi reaches out and takes Data's hand. Gently, he guides it onto Tich's muzzle.
"Seems only fair," he says, as Enosh hops onto his wrist, his feet a little prickly on Geordi's bare arm.
Geordi is astonished by the intensity of the experience. He can feel Data's hand, soft on Tich's face. He is petting her carefully. He can feel Data, all of Data, in the bird trusting his arm. Eventually he has to draw back and breathe.
He wants to say something light, to calm the charged atmosphere, but he can't find a joke or bring himself to be flippant. This isn't something to make light of. And he is touched that Data chose to share it with him first.
"Thank you," Data says. "For believing in Enosh before you could see him."
Geordi knows that a lot of people haven't, that Data was almost denied entrance to Starfleet, that people are still horribly rude to him every day. That Data had been on trial for the sake of his humanity, and had almost lost. He's never worried about Data's soul, but that has been rare in Data's experience. It has always seemed obvious to Geordi that someone who struggles to be more human must be human, at least in the most important ways. He was drawn to Data from the start. Now maybe the rest of the universe will start catching up with what he knows.
"You don't have to thank me for seeing the obvious," he answers, leaning forward to kiss him, and Enosh's beak drops open in a crow's smile.
Fandom: Star Trek: The Next Generation
Length: 877 words
Prompt: fic_promptly: Star Trek: TNG, Data(/Geordi La Forge), if he's so inhuman then why did he wake up with a daemon?
Pairing: Data/Geordi
Other: Daemon AU.
Excerpt: "I am Enosh," the crow says, its affect flat. "It is nice to meet you, Geordi and Tichaona."
"Did you find him somewhere?" Geordi asks. He's still confused. Tich gets up and presses her head to the back of his calf.
"He's Data's daemon," she says.
Data would never touch anyone's daemon without their permission, so when he shows up at the door with a crow perched on his shoulder, Geordi is very surprised. He's still half-asleep and he wonders for a moment if he's dreaming.
"Data?" he says.
"Sorry to wake you, Geordi," Data says. "I know that interrupting REM sleep is not good for your health, but I find myself in an unexpected situation. Can I come in?"
Data always asks, even though Geordi has told him he doesn't have to. They share quarters, after all. But if Geordi is there alone, Data always rings the bell before coming in. Geordi is teaching him about intimacy, but it's slow-moving. It's one thing to be in a relationship when neither of you are experienced with them, and another thing entirely to be in your very first relationship ever. Geordi thinks it's kind of sweet, really.
"Of course," he says. Data comes in and the door shuts behind him. Geordi's daemon Tichaona is still laying on her pillow, but when she sees Data, she sits up quickly and stares.
"You--" she says, sounding amazed.
"I am Enosh," the crow says, its affect flat. "It is nice to meet you, Geordi and Tichaona."
"Did you find him somewhere?" Geordi asks. He's still confused. Tich gets up and presses her head to the back of his calf.
"He's Data's daemon," she says.
"It seems so," Data confirms. Enosh flutters his wings and Data lifts his arm. Enosh alights on his wrist and stares back at Data. It is as if they are examining each other.
"He wasn't there, and then suddenly, he was," Data continues.
"I have always been here," Enosh says, despite evidence to the contrary.
Data has never had a daemon, although Dr. Song had toyed with the idea of making one for him, according to the plans that they have. He knew that people would find Data's presence unnerving for a number of reasons, but this one especially. He hadn't had the time to follow through. Geordi has gotten used to seeing Data alone; it doesn't bother him anymore. Now, it seems that everything has changed.
Enosh turns around to fix Geordi with a beady crow eye. It reminds Geordi of Data in an information-gathering mode, which makes him smile.
"Well, it's, it's great to meet you, Enosh," Geordi says. "Unexpected but great."
"Indeed," Enosh says gravely. He begins to preen. It's odd watching him move -- he is more precise than most bird daemons Geordi has ever seen, with a careful economy of movement that Geordi recognizes. Data moves in the same way. Geordi reaches out and almost touches him without realizing what he's doing, and then pulls his hand back.
"It would be all right, Geordi," Data says. "If you would like to touch him. I -- we would not mind. This is all very new and strange."
"He's your soul, Data," Geordi says softly, and the thought is extraordinary, but the proof is here before him. "That is not something that anyone would do lightly."
"I know," Data says. "I am not doing it lightly. I would like you to know him."
"Why don't we sit down?" Geordi suggests. He wants to rub at his eyes but the VISOR is in the way. He'd put it on to answer the door in case this was an emergency. He doesn't think he's going to be able to go back to sleep now, but his eyes are still tired.
They sit down at the little table, knees almost touching, and Enosh hops down onto the table. Tichaona follows them, a comforting presence by Geordi's feet. Geordi reaches out and takes Data's hand. Gently, he guides it onto Tich's muzzle.
"Seems only fair," he says, as Enosh hops onto his wrist, his feet a little prickly on Geordi's bare arm.
Geordi is astonished by the intensity of the experience. He can feel Data's hand, soft on Tich's face. He is petting her carefully. He can feel Data, all of Data, in the bird trusting his arm. Eventually he has to draw back and breathe.
He wants to say something light, to calm the charged atmosphere, but he can't find a joke or bring himself to be flippant. This isn't something to make light of. And he is touched that Data chose to share it with him first.
"Thank you," Data says. "For believing in Enosh before you could see him."
Geordi knows that a lot of people haven't, that Data was almost denied entrance to Starfleet, that people are still horribly rude to him every day. That Data had been on trial for the sake of his humanity, and had almost lost. He's never worried about Data's soul, but that has been rare in Data's experience. It has always seemed obvious to Geordi that someone who struggles to be more human must be human, at least in the most important ways. He was drawn to Data from the start. Now maybe the rest of the universe will start catching up with what he knows.
"You don't have to thank me for seeing the obvious," he answers, leaning forward to kiss him, and Enosh's beak drops open in a crow's smile.