Blooper Reel (Take Two)
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tanithryudoTitle: Blooper Reel (Take Two)
Fandom: Star Trek TNG
Pairing: Geordi/Data
Genre: Humor/Romance
Rating: PG for kiss
Warnings: Slash
Summary: A scene from the episode Force of Nature takes an unexpected turn.
It was all Spot's fault, Geordi would later decide. He could swear the cat had an unholy interest in destroying his composure - not to mention coordination, ever since he had "borrowed" her from Data. And if he hadn't been thinking of ways for his friend to train the demonic little furball, he couldn't possibly have slipped on that ladder in the Jeffries tubes that'd he'd been master of for the last seven years.
Oddly, the last thought that flashed across his mind when he felt his foot slip on the rung was that at least Data was not the idle gossiping kind. Hopefully he won't be one day reading about this bout of ignominy in the subspace message from the Intrepid's Chief of Engineering--
For his part, Data would have caught his falling friend without any mishap had he not already had his arms full of the recalibration toolkit. In the precious moments he had to place the kit down where it would not harm either of them in the fall, he had only enough time to try and reach out to help break Geordi's fall. But not enough brace himself.
By the time Geordi felt the stars stopped dancing across his vision, he noticed two things:
One, the fact that he could see nothing but blackness was not because of the impact of the fall, but rather that his VISOR had fallen off.
Two, bereft of sight and depending only on touch, he could feel every inch of the body he was lying in contact with. In fact, he was very aware that he could imagine exactly what position they were probably in.
Data blinked down into the milky blank eyes of his companion and immediately started to look around for the fallen VISOR. Due to the way they'd gotten twisted in, he predicted that he would not be able to get up without much coordination of effort on Geordi's part. That resulted in his motion to be restricted to a squirming manner.
However, he'd barely been able to twist himself into a position to better look for the fallen eyepiece when a sharp hiss caused him to suddenly cease all motion. He peered over at those milky eyes again in concern.
"Geordi? Were you harmed in the fall?"
"N-no..." Geordi stuttered, desperately hoping that even the android's superior vision could not make out the flush on his dark skin under the dim lights of the Jeffries junction.
It was always like this, he told himself forlornly. The complete darkness always made him feel less in control of himself and more sensitive to these things. Probably some psychosomatic reaction to long term use of the VISOR, he was sure the counselor would tell him. And he figured it didn't help that he'd been almost celibate since his transfer to the Enterprise, what with his typical insecurities with approaching women... unless they were computer generated like Leah... and whoa he didn't need to go there right now.
Feeling Data accept his word and cautiously starting to move again, Geordi figured that he really ought to start trying to get himself untangled and seeing again. Unfortunately, fate seemed to be taking a page from Spot that day and it seemed like he was only getting himself tangled up more. So it wasn't long before he felt Data suddenly freeze again, and this time he was pretty sure it wasn't due to concern of any injuries he may had sustained.
"Geordi?" Data's voice was raised in his customary lilt of inquiry.
His internal chronometer counted 1.729 seconds before Geordi replied with a sigh and a "Yes, Data?" By that time, he'd already cross referenced the behavior to most likely indicate that his friend was uncomfortable with what he was expected to ask.
He then paused for 1.200 seconds himself as his own subroutines weighed his curiosity to understand human behavior against courtesy for his friend's discomfort. As always was the case though, his curiosity won.
"Geordi, I have the curious sensation of a hard rod-like object protruding against my leg at an angle which would indicate its origin near the vicinity of your hip. Since I am aware that you do not carry any tricorder or other instrumentation in your pocket, I can only deduce that it is in fact your--"
"DATA!" Geordi's horrified yelp interrupted the android's blunt evaluation. He desperately hoped a micro-black hole would suddenly appear and suck him in, but he was never that lucky. So, telling himself that he could handle this the same way (he hoped) he did Data's usual odd questions about the human condition, he attempted to explain.
"L-look, Data. It's just a natural, human reaction. It um--" he trailed off, franticly looking for the words he wanted in his mind (which was certainly not helping by blanking out on him).
Data, unfortunately, took the pause as an opportunity to regurgitate everything he had retrieved from his database on the topic.
"Ah, a physical reaction to physical stimulation, often caused by or as a result of the emotion of lust. A physical prerequisite to the act of sexual intercourse. Hm!" He tilted his head in interest as he considered his possibly-more-than-friend.
"DATA!" Geordi yelped again, hoping to stop the conversation again. "It's not like that! This--this is just... a biological response! Nothing to do with..." He bit off the 'you' at the end of that sentence since technically, it was Data's movement which had caused the problem.
"Hm!" Data made that little sound he did when he devoted more processing to a particular discovery or line of questioning. "So you do not feel physical attraction to me?"
"No! I mean yes! I mean--" Geordi couldn't see a safe way out of that sentence without confusing the both of them further. So he just went with honesty. "I don't know what to think," he lamented.
"Are you indicating that you are confused?" Data questioned with his typical relentless curiosity.
"...Yeah. You could say that."
"Perhaps you should seek advice on the topic," Data immediately suggested. "I have found that Counselor Troi's advice--"
"Data... No." He had nothing against the good Counselor but Geordi doubted he could go to her about this. Hell, he'd asked Worf for advice back when he was trying to date Christi than ask for professional help. "Just... no."
But of course Data wasn't put off by the dismissal of his first idea. "Then may I suggest experimentation as a method of achieving further clarity of your emotional response? I will not object to helping you with your dilemma."
"What?!" Geordi gaped. By the time he remembered Data's often misguided enthusiasm at 'helping out', he didn't have the chance to pull out of the way.
The first contact of Data's lips to his was slightly off due to Geordi's belated reaction, but the android was quick to correct the situation. Data considerately angled his own head so that their lips were properly aligned for the kiss.
Perfectly aligned, if one must say.
And damn if it didn't feel nice. Very nice. Nicer than some of the kisses he'd shared with the women he'd kissed. Okay, most of them. Not that he'd kissed that many women to begin with, so that statistic really shouldn't mean too much...
Where the hell did Data learn to kiss like that anyway?
Data, for his part, was able to gingerly maneuver his arms out of the uncomfortably tangled they been locked in. He'd already called up the proper subroutines for a possible sexual encounter, and placed his hands around Geordi's waist. He felt hands moving along his chest and side, and idly began calculating predictive heuristics at when Geordi would start removing their clothing. Since he had never been in a position to observe behavior of this nature from his friend, he had no previous information to draw from. So he called up his subroutine that was dedicated to analyzing Geordi's behavior and reactions to begin a detailed recording of the proceedings.
At the same time, his positronic mind furiously spun off several other functions and subroutines to vie for his processing capacity - calculating the amount of time they would have before someone from Engineering or Bridge noticed any abnormal delay in their recalibration of the sensors and would try to contact them, analyzing the effects of interaction between human skin and the Jeffrey tube floor (and determining that such interaction, especially coupled with severe friction, to be damaging to human tissue), analyzing the effects of his own synthetic dermal layer interacting with the floor (much lower, and thus acceptable, degrees of damage that would incur)...
The sharp trill of the communicator, however, cause them to both freeze in their actions.
"Bridge to LaForge, Data. Report to Conference Room One."
Geordi abruptly pulled away. Panting heavily to regain his breath and wondering what the hell had just happened. He felt Data push a metal object into his hand and numbly put on his VISOR. The spectra of colors swam in to existence across his vision while Data tapped his commbadge and confirmed they were on their way. Geordi breathed deeply and stared enviously at Data's complete unflappability when he was still trying to wrap his mind around the last few minutes.
It appeared that the remaining sensor recalibration would have to wait. Data filed the note with his work schedule subroutine as he collected the toolkit and turned back to his still panting companion.
"Perhaps we should continue this encounter another time," he offered.
"Yeah. We... we need to talk. Later." Geordi rasped out. Even though he'd rather repress the entire counter from his memories, the Enterprise was far too small for him to be able to escape one persistent android.
Data tilted his head curiously and carefully filed Geordi's tone and behavior away for later analysis and possibly inquiry. For now he merely nodded and turned to head up the ladder. It wouldn't do to be late to the meeting.
God he was pathetic when it came to relationships, Geordi reflected as Data turned away. What with the shapeshifting maneaters... the holographic recreation of a married woman... and now an android with ostensibly no emotions...
He dragged his feet toward the the ladder. Taking a deep sigh, he looked up at Data's departing backside. And despite himself he felt a small rueful grin tugging at his lips.
For some reason, being pathetic didn't feel quite as depressing this time.
AN: Ok, so I have no idea where this came from. We had a team dinner/movie yesterday but since it was a bunch of guys picking the film, we ended up watching "No Country for Old Men". Which I would have slept through if it weren't for the gunshots that kept waking me up (If I was MPAA that movie should've been rated NC-17 for violence :p). The only good part of the entire thing was the scene with Alan Rickman in only a towel. But unfortunately one scene does not make up for a sucky movie. [/endrant]
Fandom: Star Trek TNG
Pairing: Geordi/Data
Genre: Humor/Romance
Rating: PG for kiss
Warnings: Slash
Summary: A scene from the episode Force of Nature takes an unexpected turn.
It was all Spot's fault, Geordi would later decide. He could swear the cat had an unholy interest in destroying his composure - not to mention coordination, ever since he had "borrowed" her from Data. And if he hadn't been thinking of ways for his friend to train the demonic little furball, he couldn't possibly have slipped on that ladder in the Jeffries tubes that'd he'd been master of for the last seven years.
Oddly, the last thought that flashed across his mind when he felt his foot slip on the rung was that at least Data was not the idle gossiping kind. Hopefully he won't be one day reading about this bout of ignominy in the subspace message from the Intrepid's Chief of Engineering--
For his part, Data would have caught his falling friend without any mishap had he not already had his arms full of the recalibration toolkit. In the precious moments he had to place the kit down where it would not harm either of them in the fall, he had only enough time to try and reach out to help break Geordi's fall. But not enough brace himself.
By the time Geordi felt the stars stopped dancing across his vision, he noticed two things:
One, the fact that he could see nothing but blackness was not because of the impact of the fall, but rather that his VISOR had fallen off.
Two, bereft of sight and depending only on touch, he could feel every inch of the body he was lying in contact with. In fact, he was very aware that he could imagine exactly what position they were probably in.
Data blinked down into the milky blank eyes of his companion and immediately started to look around for the fallen VISOR. Due to the way they'd gotten twisted in, he predicted that he would not be able to get up without much coordination of effort on Geordi's part. That resulted in his motion to be restricted to a squirming manner.
However, he'd barely been able to twist himself into a position to better look for the fallen eyepiece when a sharp hiss caused him to suddenly cease all motion. He peered over at those milky eyes again in concern.
"Geordi? Were you harmed in the fall?"
"N-no..." Geordi stuttered, desperately hoping that even the android's superior vision could not make out the flush on his dark skin under the dim lights of the Jeffries junction.
It was always like this, he told himself forlornly. The complete darkness always made him feel less in control of himself and more sensitive to these things. Probably some psychosomatic reaction to long term use of the VISOR, he was sure the counselor would tell him. And he figured it didn't help that he'd been almost celibate since his transfer to the Enterprise, what with his typical insecurities with approaching women... unless they were computer generated like Leah... and whoa he didn't need to go there right now.
Feeling Data accept his word and cautiously starting to move again, Geordi figured that he really ought to start trying to get himself untangled and seeing again. Unfortunately, fate seemed to be taking a page from Spot that day and it seemed like he was only getting himself tangled up more. So it wasn't long before he felt Data suddenly freeze again, and this time he was pretty sure it wasn't due to concern of any injuries he may had sustained.
"Geordi?" Data's voice was raised in his customary lilt of inquiry.
His internal chronometer counted 1.729 seconds before Geordi replied with a sigh and a "Yes, Data?" By that time, he'd already cross referenced the behavior to most likely indicate that his friend was uncomfortable with what he was expected to ask.
He then paused for 1.200 seconds himself as his own subroutines weighed his curiosity to understand human behavior against courtesy for his friend's discomfort. As always was the case though, his curiosity won.
"Geordi, I have the curious sensation of a hard rod-like object protruding against my leg at an angle which would indicate its origin near the vicinity of your hip. Since I am aware that you do not carry any tricorder or other instrumentation in your pocket, I can only deduce that it is in fact your--"
"DATA!" Geordi's horrified yelp interrupted the android's blunt evaluation. He desperately hoped a micro-black hole would suddenly appear and suck him in, but he was never that lucky. So, telling himself that he could handle this the same way (he hoped) he did Data's usual odd questions about the human condition, he attempted to explain.
"L-look, Data. It's just a natural, human reaction. It um--" he trailed off, franticly looking for the words he wanted in his mind (which was certainly not helping by blanking out on him).
Data, unfortunately, took the pause as an opportunity to regurgitate everything he had retrieved from his database on the topic.
"Ah, a physical reaction to physical stimulation, often caused by or as a result of the emotion of lust. A physical prerequisite to the act of sexual intercourse. Hm!" He tilted his head in interest as he considered his possibly-more-than-friend.
"DATA!" Geordi yelped again, hoping to stop the conversation again. "It's not like that! This--this is just... a biological response! Nothing to do with..." He bit off the 'you' at the end of that sentence since technically, it was Data's movement which had caused the problem.
"Hm!" Data made that little sound he did when he devoted more processing to a particular discovery or line of questioning. "So you do not feel physical attraction to me?"
"No! I mean yes! I mean--" Geordi couldn't see a safe way out of that sentence without confusing the both of them further. So he just went with honesty. "I don't know what to think," he lamented.
"Are you indicating that you are confused?" Data questioned with his typical relentless curiosity.
"...Yeah. You could say that."
"Perhaps you should seek advice on the topic," Data immediately suggested. "I have found that Counselor Troi's advice--"
"Data... No." He had nothing against the good Counselor but Geordi doubted he could go to her about this. Hell, he'd asked Worf for advice back when he was trying to date Christi than ask for professional help. "Just... no."
But of course Data wasn't put off by the dismissal of his first idea. "Then may I suggest experimentation as a method of achieving further clarity of your emotional response? I will not object to helping you with your dilemma."
"What?!" Geordi gaped. By the time he remembered Data's often misguided enthusiasm at 'helping out', he didn't have the chance to pull out of the way.
The first contact of Data's lips to his was slightly off due to Geordi's belated reaction, but the android was quick to correct the situation. Data considerately angled his own head so that their lips were properly aligned for the kiss.
Perfectly aligned, if one must say.
And damn if it didn't feel nice. Very nice. Nicer than some of the kisses he'd shared with the women he'd kissed. Okay, most of them. Not that he'd kissed that many women to begin with, so that statistic really shouldn't mean too much...
Where the hell did Data learn to kiss like that anyway?
Data, for his part, was able to gingerly maneuver his arms out of the uncomfortably tangled they been locked in. He'd already called up the proper subroutines for a possible sexual encounter, and placed his hands around Geordi's waist. He felt hands moving along his chest and side, and idly began calculating predictive heuristics at when Geordi would start removing their clothing. Since he had never been in a position to observe behavior of this nature from his friend, he had no previous information to draw from. So he called up his subroutine that was dedicated to analyzing Geordi's behavior and reactions to begin a detailed recording of the proceedings.
At the same time, his positronic mind furiously spun off several other functions and subroutines to vie for his processing capacity - calculating the amount of time they would have before someone from Engineering or Bridge noticed any abnormal delay in their recalibration of the sensors and would try to contact them, analyzing the effects of interaction between human skin and the Jeffrey tube floor (and determining that such interaction, especially coupled with severe friction, to be damaging to human tissue), analyzing the effects of his own synthetic dermal layer interacting with the floor (much lower, and thus acceptable, degrees of damage that would incur)...
The sharp trill of the communicator, however, cause them to both freeze in their actions.
"Bridge to LaForge, Data. Report to Conference Room One."
Geordi abruptly pulled away. Panting heavily to regain his breath and wondering what the hell had just happened. He felt Data push a metal object into his hand and numbly put on his VISOR. The spectra of colors swam in to existence across his vision while Data tapped his commbadge and confirmed they were on their way. Geordi breathed deeply and stared enviously at Data's complete unflappability when he was still trying to wrap his mind around the last few minutes.
It appeared that the remaining sensor recalibration would have to wait. Data filed the note with his work schedule subroutine as he collected the toolkit and turned back to his still panting companion.
"Perhaps we should continue this encounter another time," he offered.
"Yeah. We... we need to talk. Later." Geordi rasped out. Even though he'd rather repress the entire counter from his memories, the Enterprise was far too small for him to be able to escape one persistent android.
Data tilted his head curiously and carefully filed Geordi's tone and behavior away for later analysis and possibly inquiry. For now he merely nodded and turned to head up the ladder. It wouldn't do to be late to the meeting.
God he was pathetic when it came to relationships, Geordi reflected as Data turned away. What with the shapeshifting maneaters... the holographic recreation of a married woman... and now an android with ostensibly no emotions...
He dragged his feet toward the the ladder. Taking a deep sigh, he looked up at Data's departing backside. And despite himself he felt a small rueful grin tugging at his lips.
For some reason, being pathetic didn't feel quite as depressing this time.
AN: Ok, so I have no idea where this came from. We had a team dinner/movie yesterday but since it was a bunch of guys picking the film, we ended up watching "No Country for Old Men". Which I would have slept through if it weren't for the gunshots that kept waking me up (If I was MPAA that movie should've been rated NC-17 for violence :p). The only good part of the entire thing was the scene with Alan Rickman in only a towel. But unfortunately one scene does not make up for a sucky movie. [/endrant]
