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 The Starfleet ship USS Trieste smoothly slid into the docking port at Starbase 64.

 The lieutenant patiently waited to disembark behind all the other crew, who were eager to spend time off the ship. Nearly all were in casual clothing. Data was not, as he didn’t have a reason specifically to change out of his uniform. He didn’t even own any clothing besides the uniform.

 He didn’t have any specific plans while he was off the ship. He, and the rest of the crew, were off-duty for the next days because of routine maintenance and repair.

 So, he decided to go to the starbase’s lounge, to engage in watching other people interact in casual social settings. He calculated the odds of being invited into any group, and found it to be very low based on his previous experiences. He was content with being alone in the space, anyway. He could watch, and try to learn more, even if he wouldn’t get an opportunity to use any gained insights.

 “Maybe you should go find someplace to recharge or something,” a crewman said as he bumped into Data from behind.

 “I do not require-“

 “Sure you don’t,” came the flippant interruption as he unnecessarily shoved past.

 Data closed his mouth and his brow furrowed slightly. It was behavior he had become accustomed to.

 He reached the lounge without further incident, and found a place to stand near the large windows that was out of anyone’s way.

 *********

 The Starfleet ship USS Victory couldn’t dock with Starbase 64 fast enough for the lieutenant. He wasn’t the only one out-of-uniform and waiting near the airlock to depart the ship, ready for some change of scenery.

 “See you later, Suz,” Geordi said, as he and his friend separated to go to different parts of the starbase.

 “Stay out of trouble, you,” Susanna Leijten teased.

 “Since when do I get into trouble?” Geordi called back with a laugh. He had loose plans for the days they were here, including heading down to the planet below for some much-deserved sun and real fresh air.

 But first, a nice relaxing time in the lounge was in order. He continued that way with two other crewmates. 

 They found a table, thankful that the entire crew hadn’t decided to come hang out here right away. A waiter came by to take their orders for drinks and food. Geordi asked for something light as a snack.

 Geordi listened as the other two started a conversation. He looked across the starbase’s lounge. “Ah! What the hell?”

 “You okay?” they asked him in unison.

 That couldn’t be right. What was he looking at? Who was he looking at? He could tell the anomaly was Humanoid-shaped. But why were they… glowing softly white all around their body, like a halo or aura?

 Geordi shook his head and stared down at the table. It looked how it should. He looked to the left at his crewmate. She looked how she was supposed to. He looked across the distance to that direction again.

 And the person was still glowing, the aura slightly shifting around them. “That can’t be right. My visor has to be malfunctioning,” he muttered. Someone passed in front of the person for a couple seconds, blocking his view, but the glow returned.

 “LaForge? What’s the matter?”

 How could he know? This was something entirely new. “Look over there, at the person near that window. Yellow uniform, dark hair. I think he’s holding his hands together in front of him? Is there anything unusual about him?”

 “Huh… Not that I can tell from this distance.”

 Geordi looked straight down, feeling an apprehension about what he was about to do. He didn’t do it in public around other people who weren’t medical personnel unless necessary. But he needed to know. So, he took his visor off, closed his eyes, and pressed the diagnostic button on the side. The resulting sound said it was functioning perfectly.

 “What, is he bugging that out?”

 “I think so.” He shook his shoulder-length loose hair twists out of the way to slide the visor under them and reconnect it to his face. Again, he looked at the table, then at one of his crewmates, then to that person. “Well, if there’s nothing wrong with this… Excuse me.”

 Geordi approached the person slowly, trying to get his mental bearings on what could be causing this visual anomaly. As he got closer, he more clearly made out the lines of the man’s profile. Nothing strange there. He looked up and down the body. Nothing strange there, either. He looked pretty close to Human, if not Human.

 “Hi,” Geordi said when he was close enough, somehow feeling nervous.

 The man turned, and Geordi saw the yellow eyes in the youthful features. So, he wasn’t Human, then, unless he was wearing colored lenses for fashion. He didn’t look any older than twenty-five-ish, with dark hair, very pale skin in a slightly non-Human tone.

 “Hello,” Data greeted. This was the first person who had approached and spoken to him, not counting a waiter, since he’d come into the lounge one hour and seventeen minutes ago. “I am Lieutenant Data.”

 “Lieutenant LaForge. Lieutenant Geordi LaForge.” Geordi took a quick breath. “I came over because you’ve attracted my attention.”

 “I have? I did not mean to.” Data’s head tilted, a quizzical expression on his face. What had he done, when apparently he hadn’t attracted anyone else’s attention to the point where they had come to him? Was it meant to be good or bad? “How have I done so?”

 “You’re sort of… you’re messing with me, my visor.” Geordi tapped the side of the device.

 “Messing with? As in… pestering, annoying, hassling.” Data had heard those words said to him and about him often. But as he had done nothing to this lieutenant, either spoken or physical, what was he meant to do? “I am sorry if my presence is resulting in any of those experiences for you, Lieutenant.”

 “No, no, not like that. I mean… something about you is causing a visual anomaly with this.” Geordi grimaced. “Listen, I don’t normally ask people what species they are. I don’t want to be rude.”

 “I cannot be offended by any question you may have.”

  He couldn’t be offended? “Right… well, what species are you?”

 “I am an Android.”

 An Android? Was the aura a result of his electrical processes? They must be unique, since that didn’t happen with other electrical machines and systems. Geordi looked him up and down again. “An Android?”

 “Yes.” The reaction was similar and expected to whenever Data gave that answer to the inquiry.

 An excitement rushed through Geordi. He had seen examples of a few rudimentary androids before, but none like this. None that looked and sounded and simply existed like this. One who was capable of serving in Starfleet as an officer and attaining the rank of lieutenant. One who felt so… alive.

 “Can we sit and talk?”

 “You wish to talk with me?” That was… new and surprising. No one on the Trieste liked to talk with him outside of what was necessary for work.

 Geordi caught the flicker of some sort of emotion on the other man’s face, but couldn’t quite catch what it was. “Yeah. If that’s fine with you?”

 “What would we talk about?”

 “You, or… if you have any questions about me, or… whatever else might come to mind?”

 Data’s mouth opened and closed, his brow furrowing in thought. This Lieutenant LaForge was genuinely curious about him? He actually wanted to talk to him, about anything? Then he answered, “That would be agreeable.”

 “Great.” Geordi led Data to the nearest empty table.

 “If I may ask a question first, Lieutenant?” Data prompted.

 “You don’t have to call me by my rank, especially since I’m off-duty. Call me Geordi.”

 Data tilted his head. No other officer, no matter their rank, had requested he call them by their given name. The concept was personally unfamiliar, in addition to protocol being to call others by rank and appropriate name, but he nodded in agreement.

 “Thanks. If you’d like me to, do you have a given name?”

 “Data is my only name, therefore it is acceptable for you to use in any occasion.”

 “I see. So… shoot.”

 “Shoot? In what way do you mean?”

 “Uh… go ahead with your question.”

 “You said I am causing a visual anomaly with the device over your eyes. How so?”

 “Well… you have a glowing white aura around you. It’s soft, not harsh or anything, but it’s definitely different.”

 “From what you see when you look at other people?”

 “Yeah. It’s kind of… beautiful.” It was, truly.

 “It does not bother you? It is not causing you any harm?”

 Geordi shook his head. “Not now that I’ve been looking at you enough to get used to it. I was more surprised, was all.” He took a quick breath. “I’m sure it’ll come up, so I might as well say it now. I’m blind. Have been since I was born. The visor makes me see. But I see differently from other Humans. I see in many spectrums that I can mentally switch through.”

 “That is interesting.”

 Geordi’s brow raised slightly at the lack of pity in the tone that usually accompanied him telling people about it.

 “I have not seen anyone else with a visor.”

 “Neither have I, though I’m pretty sure there are a few others out there.” It hadn't been invented specifically for him, after all. Geordi leaned forward. “So, what about you? Any reason why you show up like this to me and nothing else does?”

 Data’s head tilted slightly. “To the extent of my and Starfleet’s knowledge, I am the only Android of my kind.”

 Geordi nodded. “I can tell just by a look that you’re something special.”

 Special had been a word used to describe him, by various people, starting with the Starfleet crew who had found him. Although he had detected different connotations between the uses. “Am I correct to think that was meant as a compliment?”

 “It was.” Geordi didn’t want to be rude by continuing to ask in-depth personal questions about being an Android. “What ship are you on? There are a few in dock. Unless you’re starbase personnel?”

 “I am assigned-“

 “Hey, you alright, LaForge?” one of Geordi’s crewmates came over and interrupted.

 “Yeah, I’m fine. Just meeting someone new,” Geordi waved his hand dismissively. “You don’t have to wait for me for anything.” He saw the offered drink and plate in the woman’s hands, and took it. “Thanks for bringing that over.” He looked back to Data. “You want anything?”

 “I do not require food or drink.”

 “Ah, right. That makes sense.”

 “See you later, LaForge.”

 “Yeah, you too.” Geordi cleared his throat as his crewmate walked away.

 “I am assigned to the Trieste.”

 “Nice. I’m on the Victory.”

 The spark had ignited. They continued talking, not leaving the table for a long time.

 ********

 Data entered his sparse quarters on the Trieste five-point-three hours later.

 A very unexpected event had happened today. Someone had engaged with him in a purely social manner. While there had been some questions about Data’s abilities as an Android, the conversation had gone far past that topic. That was always where any conversation or interest in him ended when other people interacted with him. The conversation had also gone far past the time anyone usually spent talking with him.

 Lieutenant LaForge… Geordi… had seemed very personally interested in him. He had been patient, curious, and kind to him. Whereas with others, they kept their interactions to him to a minimum, enough to perform their duties sufficiently.

 In return, Data was personally interested in him, in getting to know him better. They had parted ways with the intention to meet again tomorrow.

 There was another thing that happened while they conversed. An unfamiliar sensation within him, a warmth had begun and spread throughout his circuits and up into his positronic brain.

 He had run three self-diagnostics during the conversation to make certain it was not a sign of malfunction or damage. He came to a conclusion.

 It was positive. It was good. He wanted to experience it again.

 There was something about Geordi, and he positively anticipated seeing him again tomorrow.

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 Geordi fell backward onto his bed, smiling widely as he took off his visor. How had he and Data talked for hours without him realizing it? It was a good thing he hadn’t had any solid plans for today, because he would’ve completely forgotten.

 Data was interesting, to say the least. He was an Android, yes, but he had a personality, a curiosity, a kindness, a gentleness about him. The only one of his kind, as far as anyone knew… which made him a unique marvelous being.

 Data asked a lot of questions, and Geordi hadn’t been annoyed by it. Data hadn’t seemed annoyed by Geordi, either. Or maybe that was because he supposedly couldn’t be annoyed.

 Geordi was friendly, but he wouldn’t call himself extroverted. It often took him a while to truly open up to others. But with Data? He felt an immediate connection, an instant spark.

 They’d talked about a lot of different things, and Geordi couldn’t wait to meet up with him again tomorrow. He almost didn’t care what they might talk about. What mattered more was the company.

 Geordi laid there for a few more minutes before putting his visor back on and going to the replicator to get dinner.

 “Lamb kabaab and fried rice. Lemon-lime soda.”

 Geordi had eaten most of his meal when the doorchime sounded. “Come in.” He smiled at Susanna as she walked in. “How was your day?”

 “Good, they have a tennis court here. Nice to have a little court action. You?”

 “I didn’t even leave the lounge,” Geordi chuckled.

 “Oh? Trying to drown your sorrows? Or meet a woman I probably should give you advice about?” Susanna teased. “Maybe both?”

 “No. No, not like that,” Geordi shook his head in amusement. “I just got to talking with a guy from the Trieste. He’s…” Geordi’s voice trailed off. For some reason, he wasn’t sure he wanted to say much about Data to someone else. Not yet. “Well, we made plans to meet up again tomorrow.”  

 “Alright, keep him a mystery then,” Susanna winked. “Have fun.”

 Geordi waved as his friend left. He finished his dinner and changed into pajamas, ready for a quiet night with a book on his padd.

 To his visor, he said, “Thanks for picking up whatever he’s giving off.”

 There was something about Data, and he was excited to see him again tomorrow.

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 Geordi started his morning late. After all, what was the point of having several days off without sleeping in for a few of them?

 He showered and ate breakfast, all the while counting down when he’d see Data again.

 It had been a while since Geordi had been so excited to talk with someone like this. Even with any romantic crushes, he’d been more so nervous. Data was… he was special, and not only because of his only-Android-of-his-kind nature. Seeing that he was different had initially attracted Geordi to approach him, but there was far more to it now that they’d spent about five hours yesterday just talking about whatever came to mind. What would come to mind today?

 Geordi left his quarters and headed out of the airlock to find Data at the starbase lounge. When he saw him, there was no mistaking that aura for anyone or anything else. He was in uniform again. Did he always wear that no matter what, or was it the only clothing he owned at all?

 Data had been waiting for one minute and forty-seven seconds near the spot by the window he had been standing yesterday when he saw Geordi enter the lounge. Within three seconds, Data began to have that warm sensation through his circuits and neural network again. So, that was not a one-time occurrence, and Data hoped the occurrences would continue.

 “Hey,” Geordi greeted with a wide smile. “How are you?”

 “I am functioning within normal parameters. How are you?”

 “I’m doing great. Got a good night’s sleep, had a nice breakfast, and now I’m here with you again.”

 “Is there no other way you would prefer to spend this time?” Data asked.

 Geordi shook his head. “Nah. As long as we beam down to the planet tomorrow morning? I mean… you don’t have to come with me if you don’t want to. But for right now, I’m perfectly happy on this station with you.”

 Data’s brow slightly raised at the invitation. Geordi was inviting him to go elsewhere with him in his off time. Another unexpected event, another first. “That would be agreeable.”

 “Good, because let me tell you, I can handle the ship life, but sometimes you really need space and natural air. Actually, maybe we can check some of it out later today?”

 “I have no conflicting plans.”

 “Perfect.” Geordi led Data to a table, and ordered a light drink from the waiter. “You sure you wouldn’t want anything to eat or drink? I mean, you know you said you don’t need to, but can you?”

 “I can ingest food and drink, although it would serve no functional purpose. I only require to periodically ingest a semi-organic nutrient liquid, which functions as a lubricant for my biofunctions to operate at peak capabilities.”

 “Huh… so you have something like food, then. Have you tasted other things?”

 “My curiosity has driven me to on occasion.” His curiosity on the matter had been more intense in his early life, so he didn’t partake much in this as much now.

 The waiter came back and placed Geordi’s drink in front of him. Geordi nodded his thanks, then pushed it in Data’s direction. “If you want to try it.”

 Geordi wanted to share his drink with him. In Data’s observations, the gesture was very personal. And yet Geordi did so in a casual manner. Data took the glass and lifted it to his mouth. When the liquid hit his tongue and slid back to his throat, the sensors in his mouth detected sugars and a mild spice as the main components. Not surprising, as it was meant to be a drink based on an Earth pear fruit and cinnamon spice. He swallowed, and slid the glass back across the small table. “Thank you.”

 “You like it?”

 “I cannot like or dislike it.”

 “Ah… okay.” Geordi took a sip and sighed in pleasure at the taste. Maybe there was another way to phrase the question. “Do you… have any preferences?”

 Data tilted his head. “I have tried more foods and drinks that are similar to that ingredient and chemical profile than those that are dissimilar.”

 Geordi half-smiled at the answer. Close enough to saying he liked it.

 “What categories of flavors do you prefer?”

 Eventually, they moved from the table to stand at the window and look down at the planet while they talked.

 A little while later, two people decided to come over.

 “Well, it’s the walking computer of the Trieste, isn’t it?” asked the young woman.

 “Matches the description we were told,” shrugged the young man.

 “I assume you are referring to me?” Data responded.

 “What are you doing off the ship? Computers don’t need leave.”

 Geordi sighed, but held his tongue.

 “I have been granted leave, in tandem with the rest of the Trieste crew, for the duration of the ship’s time docked at this starbase,” Data explained, his tone non-confrontational.

 “Yeah, but do you really need it? That time might be better spent plugged into whatever your job is all day and night.”

 “If I was your captain, I’d really think about how to use you best. Letting you take time off like everyone else? Come on. Though I guess you have to let the pet out every so often, even if it’s a computer.”

 “I am a Starfleet officer, subject to the same-“

 “Officer? You’re a walking pile of circuits and memory cells in a uniform. I wouldn’t say that-“

 Geordi had heard enough. He didn’t want to know what else they had in store to verbally abuse Data, and Data’s politeness wasn’t dissuading them. “What are your ranks?” he demanded.

 The offensive pair looked at Geordi for the first time. “Ensigns.”

 “I’m Lieutenant LaForge, and this is Lieutenant Data. Unlike with me, you can see his rank. You will show him, a superior officer, respect.”

 “But, sir, he-“

 “Names,” Geordi asked firmly.

 “Sage.”

 “Larkis. Lieutenant, it’s not like he-“

 “I don’t care what you think he is or is not entitled to. Bigoted remarks like this deserve an official reprimand from your captain. I can find that out on my own. Do not make another about Lieutenant Data. Is that understood?” Geordi hoped the threat was enough. He didn’t want to have to march these two to their captain and make a report.

 Reluctantly, the two ensigns relented. “Yes, sir.”

 Satisfied, Geordi prompted, “Come on, Data.” He put his hand on Data’s shoulder to guide him out of the lounge.

 On the way, Geordi heard one of the ensigns say, “Can’t believe that. Jones said…”

 When they exited the room and continued down the corridor, Data said, “You did not need to reprimand them. It may lead to some manner of consequence. I cannot be offended by their remarks.”

 Geordi dropped his hand. “Maybe you can’t be, but I can. And I was. Besides, sticking up for each other is what friends do.”

 Data stopped walking. Friends? They had known each other only twenty-three hours. Geordi already considered him his friend?

 Geordi realized Data had stopped, and turned to backtrack to him. “Data?”

 “You implied that you regard me as your friend.”

 “Yeah, because you are.”

 That unfamiliar warmth within Data’s body intensified. “I…” He found himself at a loss for words for a short moment. He knew the definition of friend, but had not had any practical experience for himself. “I have not known anyone to consider me as such.”

 It was Geordi’s turn to be stunned into silence. His mouth opened and closed several times. “You… you said you were twenty-two, right?”

 “Twenty-two years, nine months, and fifteen days.”

 “Right, and in all that time…” Geordi took a deep breath. “Well, I’m glad I get to remedy that, then. My friend.” He emphasized those last two words, like a declaration.

 “Your friend. Then… I can consider you my friend?”

 “Yeah…” Twenty-two years of living, and no one had called Data their friend. It was sad, to hear that was the case with the other man. “Damn right you can.”

 Geordi sighed. “You… you want to go down to the planet now?”

 “If you wish to, yes.”

 Geordi checked to make sure he had his combadge in his pocket, then nodded. “Come on, then.”

 As they headed to the closest transporter room, Geordi brought up, “Data, it sounded like those two were told about you by someone on the Trieste. Probably someone who doesn’t like you. Do you know a person named Jones?”

 “I do. He is a lieutenant on the Trieste. The remarks of Ensigns Sage and Larkis were not given the opportunity to become as confrontational as his often are.”

 “What, he talks like that to you all the time?”

 “No. Not usually when we are on-duty.”

 Geordi grimaced at that implication, and also at what he was about to ask. “Is Jones the only one who says stuff like that?”

 “No, although he engages in that behavior the most.” Data knew Jones and the others on his ship treated him differently from everyone else. The same had been true at Starfleet Academy. But he had become accustomed to it. Besides, he could not be offended by it. For someone else to be offended on his behalf, and speak up for him… why? Apparently, it was what friends did.

 The simple matter-of-fact answer threw Geordi off slightly. Data had no friends. Data was subject to bullying, verbally at least, from his crewmates. Why? Just because he was an Android?

 Geordi had received some stupid remarks because of his visor through the years, but this was… it was tragic.

 They reached the transporter room and requested to be beamed down to the resort where Geordi knew many other officers were visiting.

 They emerged from the small resort transporter room into a large tastefully lavish lobby. “Come on, let’s try to forget about that, okay?”

 “I cannot. I have perfect memory recall.”

 “Okay, then let’s not think about it.” Geordi shook his head, then headed for the main doors.

 Data could certainly not think about the incident with the ensigns, or any previous ones on the Trieste and otherwise.

 Once outside in the open air, Geordi took a deep breath and smiled. He felt the sun on his skin and the pleasantly cool breeze softly ruffle through his hair. “That always feels great. Refreshing.”

 “I have heard others express similar sentiments, although I cannot say I have the same response.”

 “Good enough for me.” Geordi didn’t have anywhere specific to go in mind, intending to explore. He put his hands in his pants pockets as they walked in companionable quiet.

 Data kept glancing to the other man. To… his friend. Someone who had met him less than twenty-four hours ago could call him that so quickly. The concept was personally unfamiliar.

 What was it that Geordi possessed that no one else Data had met in his life did? What was it about Geordi that made Data feel warm very quickly after they’d met? He didn’t understand. He wanted to understand what made Geordi different, what made him… special.

 Geordi laughed lightly when they got past where most of the other people hanging out outside were. There was a big empty natural field of lush green grass nearby. “Now that’s what I’m talking about.”

 “To what are you referring?”

 Geordi turned in a circle with his arms out, continuing to walk at the same time. “All this.” He turned again to face Data, now walking backwards. “The ship’s gym is sufficient, I guess, for keeping fit. But it just lacks freedom.”

 “Freedom? But it is my understanding that the gymnasiums on Starfleet ships are designed to effectively provide exercise options.”

 Geordi shrugged. “It’s enough for some people. But I can’t do this.”

 Data tilted his head in confusion. “You cannot do what?”

 Geordi did a playful salute to Data, then turned and took off running through the field.

 “Geordi!” Data called out, letting his new friend run ahead for several seconds. Then he decided to run after him.

 Geordi glanced back and grinned at Data giving chase. He refocused his gaze ahead.

 “Geordi.”

 Data’s voice was suddenly right beside him. Geordi was already running fast, but he pushed himself a little harder. Not quite his top speed, but close to it. Data increased his speed as well to stay by Geordi’s side.

 Eventually, Geordi quickly slowed to a stop, bending over with his hands on his thighs to catch his breath. He looked up at Data, smiling through his hard breaths. He noticed Data’s breathing seemed perfectly calm, as though he hadn’t run at all.

 “You could probably go forever, huh?” Geordi said.

 “I could not run forever, but I can run long distances without overexerting my body.”

 Geordi sat down to rest his legs. “Well, you could definitely beat me, and that’s a rare thing among people I know.” He patted the ground in front of him, and Data sat cross-legged.

 “This is the freedom you wish to have in your exercise routine?”

 “Oh yes. It feels so reinvigorating. The treadmill in the gym is alright, but I can’t go as fast as I’d like and I can’t change directions on it. Oh, and there’s lack of scenery around. The screens on the walls can only do so much. And I like the feel of ground under my feet. This is just better in every way.”

 Data nodded with a short hum. “I do not require any exercise routine. But I think I can understand your preference in regards to yours.”

 Geordi leaned in conspiratorially. “Don’t tell anyone, but occasionally, I’ll run through the ship corridors like this.”

 Data’s eyebrows raised. “But, Geordi, there are safety protocols and regulations doing so would be in violation of.”

 “I know, so that’s why I do it when I’m sure no one will be in that area.” Susanna knew he did it, and was still waiting for him to run into someone else.

 “Ah…” If Geordi made some precautions beforehand, Data concluded there was little harm in it. “Then I will not inform anyone.”

 “Thanks.” Geordi stretched his arms up over his head. “Hey, do you know about holoroom tech?”

 “I do.”

 “There’s a rumor they’re going to be putting those on ships soon. If that’s true, it can’t come soon enough. That would be great. Imagine, going into a room on your ship and being anywhere you like to do anything you like.”

 “I can see the advantages in installing those on starships,” Data agreed. “For instance, you would no longer have to violate safety protocols and endanger yourself or anyone you may collide with when you wish to run more freely.”

 Geordi chuckled. “Exactly.” He pushed himself up to his feet, feeling rested enough. Data followed him up. With a gesture of his head, Geordi indicated the direction.

 The two friends took off running together.

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 “I have a friend,” Data said upon his return to his quarters on the Trieste. He’d heard that sometimes speaking things aloud helped people process the information or concept they were thinking about. “Lieutenant Geordi LaForge is my friend.”

 He had never had a friend before. He liked it. There was only positivity in the sensations Geordi caused in his circuitry and brain. He wondered if Geordi experienced a Human equivalent to it. He knew enough about Human biology to know there were similar neural pathways to good experiences.

 Running with Geordi in the field had been… positive, good, and he wanted to keep having such experiences with him.

 Again, he anticipated tomorrow, as well as future time they might spend together.

 ********

 “He doesn’t have any friends? You mean on his ship, right? He’s got friends back home? Wherever he’s from?” Susanna asked.

 “No friends whatsoever,” Geordi reiterated. He moved Susanna’s feet from his couch so he could sit next to her. “Not until me.”

 “Wow, that’s… that’s really sad. How’d he go through all his life like that?”

 “I don’t know, Suz, but when a couple of ensigns came up to us, talking terrible about him, to his face… And then he told me his crewmates treat him the same way…” Geordi sighed. “I don’t think anyone’s ever cared about him like a friend would.”

 Geordi stood, feeling a little riled up. “He just looked so confused when I called him my friend. Like he didn’t understand at first. It was heartbreaking, you know?”

 “I can only imagine.”

 “On a happier note, I think he enjoyed our short exploration of the resort area. We’ve made plans to beam down the next couple of days.”

 “Well, that’s good. You can keep on teaching him what a friend is.”

 Geordi sat again with a wide smile. “Yeah, because he deserves it.”

 ********

 “Data, I’m going to take off my visor, okay?” It was a sort of whim. Geordi didn’t quite know why he wanted to. He was in unfamiliar territory on this planet, and yet he felt safe enough to.

 Data tilted his head. “But, Geordi, you are blind without it. We are still walking along this forest path. You may trip and fall if you cannot see what is in front of you.” They were far enough away from immediate medical attention from the resort if it was required. Why would Geordi choose to be blind here?

 “I know, but I want to be blind for a little bit. I see a bench not that far.”

 “Could you remove your visor when we get to it, if you are intending for us to sit there?”

 Geordi chuckled. “Nervous being with a blind guy?” He was a little nervous, himself.

 “I cannot be nervous,” Data reminded.

 “Uhhuh. Well, I could, but I trust you to guide me to it.”

 Data’s eyebrows rose. Geordi trusted him with his well-being? They had only known each other for seventy-five hours, and he already trusted him at a personal level? No one had expressed personal trust in him before.

 They stopped walking so Geordi could remove his visor. “I don’t take this off around other people, unless I need to. But I… I guess I feel like I can with you.” He held the device in one hand at his side.

 “But, Geordi-“

 “One second.’ Geordi moved his head to look to Data. He moved his hair out of his face with his hand.

 When Data saw the off-white and cloudy-blue-tinged irises and pupils of the other man’s eyes, he understood something between them. Geordi somehow already trusted him enough to be physically vulnerable with him. Not only that, but in a setting unfamiliar to them both. What was it about him that inspired that trust so quickly, when no one else did?

 Geordi’s gaze settled on Data’s face, not hitting the mark of the yellow eyes. “Tell me if I’m looking you in the eyes?”

 “You are not.” Data wondered if he was meant to adjust his own gaze to compensate, or if Geordi wanted to adjust his. Unsure, Data didn’t move his head at all.

 Geordi’s sightless eyes flicked around for a couple seconds. Data corrected, “Three centimeters higher.”

 Geordi readjusted. “There?”

 “Not exactly.”

 Geordi half-smiled through the slight annoyance. He hadn’t done this with anyone in a long time. “I want to get this right. How about I keep my eyes directly ahead, and you can touch my face to move it?” He blinked and took a deep breath.

 Geordi was inviting Data to touch him. To touch his face. “I can do that,” he agreed. Why did he feel a need to mentally steady himself to do so? He lifted his hand, saying he was doing so for Geordi to expect it. His hand stayed awkwardly in midair as he decided how would be the best way to do this. What would be considered the most appropriate way to touch him?

 He settled on placing two fingers on the underside of Geordi’s chin, and slowly guided his face until his eyes directly stared at Data’s. “There.”

 Geordi smiled widely at the confirmation, and at Data’s warm touch. “I’ll try to remember that.”

 Data dropped his hand. “I do not understand. Why is this important?”

 Geordi shrugged, keeping his eyes trained on Data’s. “Don’t know, really. Just is.” He felt a connection, and this seemed like a way to strengthen it. “Sorry, I interrupted you earlier?”

 “Yes. I was curious as to why you feel as though you can be blind with me, but not with others. You have other friends, correct?”

 “I do, yeah.” He’d been blind with Susanna a few times, only while eating or relaxing in his quarters. Although he hadn’t made this effort to know her precise eyeline. “But I guess there’s just something about you. I feel… safe with you.”

 “Thank you. It is good to know I make you feel that way. Would you like to continue walking to that bench now?” At Geordi’s nod, he asked, “What is the proper procedure to guiding you?”

 “Put your hand under my elbow.”

 Data did, and Geordi adjusted the position with his other hand. “Yeah, like that. And just walk with me.” A few seconds of quick stumbling later, Geordi had to tell Data to slow down a little.

 “I am sorry.”

 “It’s okay. No harm done.”

 They made it to the bench a moment later, and sat down together.

 “Geordi, I have only touched other people when necessary. No one has invited me to touch them before.”

 Geordi turned his body to aim his eyes at Data’s face. “How close am I to meeting your eyes?”

 “Two centimeters to the left… There.”

 “Thanks. I’ll get it right eventually. So, you mean you haven’t touched anyone before?”

 “Not in a casual or friendly manner, no.”

 “Well, I don’t know if you’ve noticed about me, but I can be kind of touchy. If that makes you uncomfortable, let me know?”

 Data had noticed it, but so far hadn’t remarked on it. “I am not used to such behavior towards me. But it does not make me uncomfortable.” In fact, it gave him a warm positive sensation to his brain, similar to the type that Geordi’s presence already resulted in. As did the prospect of more touches between them.

 Geordi grinned widely, patting Data’s knee. “I’m glad to hear it.”

 “Geordi, may I study your visor?”

 “Curious? Sure.” Geordi handed it over. Again, not something he would do with anyone.

 Data took it, making absolutely certain to hold it the same way he’d seen Geordi do so, so he wouldn’t accidently damage it. More of Geordi’s trust placed in him. To be trusted in this capacity, past professional requirement… He didn’t know what to say, other than, “Thank you.”

 The other man had already explained to him how it worked. He slowly turned it over in his hands, examining each part of the device.

 Geordi sighed in contentment. Why did he feel so safe with Data so quickly? Why, when he hated being blind around other people. It had taken him a long while to be comfortable enough with Susanna the first time.

 And yet, here he was, more than comfortable blindly sitting on a bench in a forest, Data at his side and holding the visor.

 Geordi closed his eyes and took a deep breath, listening to the breeze rustling the leaves.

 ********

 They beamed up to the starbase a couple hours after it had gotten dark. Geordi wasn’t tired yet, and invited, “You want to come to my quarters?”

 “Is that appropriate at this stage of our friendship?”

 Geordi giggled. “I’m inviting you, so I’d say so. Besides, I’ve already done a big thing out of order with you, so its definitely fine.”

 “Then the prospect is acceptable.”

 “Great. Come on.”

 When they entered Geordi’s quarters a few minutes later, Data looked around in curiosity. As expected, it had the standard amenities, layout, and wall and carpet colors. They were more decorated than his own. He counted five crystal rock ornaments on the shelves and table. He wondered if that was a prominent choice because of how they might look with the visor inputs. There were a few paper books. A medium thick plant sat in a corner. The small dining table was a clear glass-like material, with two soft chairs.

 “Do you have friends occupy this space with you often?”

 “Mostly just one. Susanna. And she’s not over a lot.”

 Data walked to see the bedroom area, noting another plant near the bed, and the speckled iridescent pattern of the sheets and thin blanket.

 “What do you think?”

 “I have not been in anyone else’s quarters before, so I can only compare it to my own.”

 Geordi crossed his arms. “What’s yours like?”

 “Spartan. I have kept some small items from my life in Starfleet, but not enough to make my space unique.”

 “You could always replicate things you like, you know.”

 “I am aware, but I am not certain what I even would wish to replicate. I have everything I need.”

 “Or maybe the interior decorating mood hasn’t struck you. I guess that’s fair enough.” Geordi wondered what items Data had kept as… would sentimental be the right word to apply to him? Or did he simply like them, no matter what he said about not having likes and dislikes?

 Geordi replicated a snack of melon pieces. He offered the bowl to Data, who took one each of the three varieties. He saw the soft smile of appreciation on the pale features. There really was something about it, and Geordi wondered how Data’s crewmates would rather be cruel to him than want to make him smile like that.

 Data ate the fruit, being careful not to let the juice drip onto his uniform. There was a substantial amount on his fingers and palm, and licked it from his skin.

 Geordi grinned at the sight. In a word, it was adorable.

 “Thank you for sharing.”  

 “You can wash your hands and face in the bathroom,” Geordi prompted, seeing a line of red juice slowly go down Data’s chin.

 With a nod, Data went there. While of course he had a bathroom unit in his quarters, he only used it when a mission or other circumstance had made him dirty. He noted the colors of the two towels, and brought his hand up to smell the soap Geordi chose. Past the general sanitizing scent, there were floral notes, although none he could personally identify.

 “Thank you,” Data said, returning to the living area.

 “I’d rather you not drip on the carpet or get sticky,” Geordi joked after swallowing a piece of melon. “So, you can stay and we can talk and hang out until I’m tired and go to bed.”

 ********

 Their time together had to come to an end a day-and-a-half later. Both of their ships would be leaving Starbase 64 soon, heading off in different directions.

 They met in the starbase’s arboretum, in a nice spot under a tree near a window’s view of space. Data looked Geordi over, this being the first time he’d seen the other man in uniform. His hair was also in a different style, now tied up and the twisted locks sticking upwards.

 “Do I clean up nicely?” Geordi teased.

  “You are clean.” At the other man’s half-smile, which Data recognized as amusement, his head tilted. “Query. What does that expression mean in this context?”

 “That you look good in uniform or formal clothes.”

 “Ah. You look… as expected in uniform.”

 “I’ll take it,” Geordi chuckled. It was a pity Data hadn’t changed into something more casual once. He wondered what kind of clothes his friend would choose for himself if given the occasion. If days of personal leave wasn’t a good enough reason to get out of uniform, what would be?  

 Data’s mouth opened and closed three times. “Geordi… I have not said goodbye to a friend before.” His thoughts were conflicting. “I do not wish to bid you goodbye, yet I know we must part.”

 “I don’t want to leave you, either. But… duty calls, right?”

 “Yes, we are both expected and required to be on our ships when they depart.”

 “What if we just hid here, and they left without us?” Geordi suggested lightly.

 “Geordi, that would result in disciplinary action when we were discovered.”

 “I know. I was joking.” Geordi sighed, a wave of sadness suddenly rising up. “Listen… I…” Geordi wasn’t particularly great at staying in touch with people, but for Data? He didn’t think anything would stop him. “I’ll call you, okay? A lot, if that’s alright with you.”

 “I would not be opposed to you contacting me often. May I initiate communication at times?”

 “Of course you can, whenever you’d like. I’d love that. And… and maybe we can make leave plans together, and…” Geordi shook his head. “Sorry, shouldn’t get too ahead of ourselves.”

 “I have found this leave experience with you enlightening and pleasant. I would anticipate having another with you.” To spend more time with a person who cared for him past his Starfleet duties would be enriching. He found that he simply wanted to, even if there were no specific parameters involved, other than Geordi’s presence. An aspect of friendship, to enjoy another’s company, no matter the specifics of the situation. If they talked, if they ran, if they sat in a forest… whatever it may be.

 Geordi felt a fluttering in his chest. “I’m sure we’ll figure something out, then.” If only they could have more days here and now. But the idea of future meetups would be enough to tide him over.

 Geordi cleared his throat. “In the meantime, try not to let your crewmates push you around, yeah?”

 “They do not resort to significant physical altercations with me.”

 “I mean don’t let them get away with being rude or verbally hostile to you too much.” Geordi hoped he’d taught Data about how he was really meant to be treated as a person.

 Data nodded. “I can make more efforts to verbally respond to that behavior.”

 “Good.” Geordi took a deep breath. It would be time to go soon. “Data, you mind if I hug you?”

 “I do not, as I have not been opposed to any other touches from you.”

 With the permission given, Geordi moved in, sliding his hands between Data’s arms and torso to wrap his own arms around the Android’s back. Data didn’t respond, staying still and stiff for a few seconds.

 “Geordi-“

 “Let me guess, first time anyone’s hugged you?”

 “Yes.” The prolonged physical contact sent spurts of warmth throughout his body.

 “It’s okay?”

 “Yes.” It was more than okay.

 Geordi moved in more to hug him tighter. Data’s arms lifted, somewhat awkwardly, until he enclosed them around Geordi’s back. He only held as tightly as Geordi did.

 Geordi rested his chin on Data’s shoulder, prompting the other man to do the same.

 “How long is appropriate to embrace in this manner?”

 “Until it feels right to stop, or we have to. Whichever comes first.”

 Data didn’t want to be the one to pull away. He closed his eyes. “Do you hug people often?”

 Geordi hummed. “Not… not really.” He squeezed a little tighter now that he knew Data really was comfortable with it.

 Neither wanted to let go, and yet, they had to.

 Geordi could feel a small lump in his throat as they did. “This isn’t goodbye forever, right?” He took a step back, but loosely held Data’s wrist.

 “No. We have both expressed intentions to stay in communication and to meet on leave again.”

 “Exactly. So…” Geordi swallowed heavily. “I’ll see and talk to you again soon. Take care of yourself, Data.”

 “I also wish you to stay healthy and well. Goodbye, Geordi.” Data’s mouth formed into that little soft smile, and he gave a tiny nod.

 Geordi returned the smile and motion. He let go of Data’s wrist. “Bye, Data.”

 Data turned and headed out, back to the Trieste. He experienced a strange sensation through his circuitry. Not the warmth he was accustomed to with Geordi, but something else. Not quite cold. He couldn’t pinpoint it precisely, only that it felt negative. Presumably, an effect of leaving his only friend.

 Geordi watched him go, his heart feeling heavy. He stayed in the arboretum a couple minutes longer, then left for the Victory.

 On their separate ships, the two ruminated on the past days together. What they’d discovered in each other was too important to allow it to fade away. The light and warmth that had been born from the glowing spark between them, within them, wouldn’t go out.

Chapter Text

 “Hey, Android!”

 At the sound of his crewmates’ voice, Data stopped walking down the corridor to his quarters and turned. “Yes, Lieutenant Jones?” The other man tended not to use his name when referring to him when they weren’t on duty.

 “I hear you got a little buddy on the starbase. Stuck up for you and everything.”

 Data wasn’t sure what that everything entailed, but Geordi had done the first thing. “That is correct.”

 “That’s right, is it?”

 Data tilted his head. “Yes.”

 “You sure?”

 “I do not understand your doubt. Is the concept unbelievable?”

 “When it comes to you, yeah, I’d say it is.”

 A friend was a new experience for Data, but why would it be unbelievable?

 “Maybe he’ll get sick of you, quick,” Jones shrugged. “You know, since he doesn’t know you like we do.”

 Data’s brow furrowed. Jones and many of the Trieste’s crew had known him longer, but Geordi was the first to spend social time with him in a positive way. He decided not to pursue that line of questioning. Geordi had advised him to stick up for himself. In order to do effectively that, more context and understanding was needed.

 “Lieutenant, I do not understand your, and some of the other members of the crews’, apparent animosity towards me. Could you please explain the reasoning for it?” He’d asked this before, and had not received an answer. Perhaps he would, this time.

 “I’ve already told you. I just don’t think you belong here in Starfleet.”

 Data nodded, having gotten that response before, but he wanted to know why exactly that was. “If you could explain further? I inquired to serve Starfleet, and Starfleet allows me to serve. They seem to believe that I belong within the organization. Thus far in my career, I have received three of Starfleet’s high honors.”

 “Because you’re an extremely hardy computer that can do things off the ship. Of course you’re going to be able to do things the rest of us can’t. Should they give the ship’s computer a medal, too, for what it does? That would be ridiculous. Those should’ve gone to someone else.”

 “I was not aware receiving those honors was an either-or situation, whereupon my being given them stopped another person-”

 “They shouldn’t have even let you into the academy.”

 “That decision was not yours to make. Of those on the committee involved in said decision, only one voted in opposition of my admittance to Starfleet Academy.”

 “Who was it? I’d like to shake their hand. Maybe the others were too distracted by you. Something shiny and new, I guess. Also goes with the general wanting to look good by letting everyone in. I bet that whole ‘only one of your kind’ sob story helped.”

 “I cannot say if that aspect of my background did or did not influence them. You have not yet answered my initial question.”

 Jones smirked. “You’re right, I haven’t. And I’m not going to. Maybe you can come up with something yourself.”

 “But I might not come to the correct answer.”

 “Oh well, then.” With a mocking wave, Jones walked away.

 Data stood there for another few seconds, processing the conversation. Then he continued to his quarters. He hadn’t gotten any new insight into the matter of the animosity towards him, and it seemed he hadn’t dissuaded Jones from continuing the behavior, either.

 Data considered his computer. It had only been fifty-two hours since they’d left the starbase. Was this too soon to send a communication or talk with Geordi? Geordi had said he could do so whenever he wanted. 

 Data sat at the desk. “Computer, initiate communication channel for Lieutenant Geordi LaForge, aboard the Starfleet vessel Victory.”

 ********

 “… hoping it’ll get me to that job at the museum I really want. So… you going to tell me what or who’s got you smiling like that?”

 Geordi raised his brow at his younger sister Ariana on the screen. “Smiling like what?”

 “Don’t give me that. Come on, spill.”

 “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Geordi mock-protested. Honestly, he’d probably been grinning like this since the Victory had left the starbase.

 “Maybe I’ll call Mom and tell her, so she can get it out of you,” Ariana teasingly threatened.

 “Going straight there, huh? Alright, alright.” Geordi dramatically sighed. “We were on leave for several days, a couple days ago. I met someone.”

 “Oh, someone?” Ariana winked. “Romantic and take home to meet your parents type of someone?”

 “No, no, not like that. Besides, that would be moving way too fast.” Geordi shook his head. “It’s a good thing I’m not talking to Mom right now. She would’ve gone straight to this topic the second she saw my face.”

 Ariana giggled. “Yeah, she would. So, if not like that, then I take it you two hit things off as friends?”

 “Yeah, definitely. He’s from another ship. He… he’s special. And we… I guess you could say we were inseparable the whole time.” Geordi was excited to tell someone else about his new friend, especially his sister.

 “Does he have a name?”

 “Oh, right. Data. He’s a lieutenant, specializing in both operations and sciences. So, we met at the starbase lounge, because he caused my visor to sort of freak out.”

 “What? How?”

 “He looks different than anyone else. I mean, he looks pretty Human, although with very pale skin and yellow eyes. But what’s really different is that he also has a glowing white aura around him.”

 “Wow, that sounds really interesting. You haven’t mentioned any species that do that for you.”

 “Because this is the first time. He’s the only one who has. He’s an Android, the only one serving in Starfleet.” At his sister’s slight frown and furrowed brow of confusion, Geordi knew what she was thinking. “He’s not like any you, or anyone else, would’ve seen. He’s far more advanced and one-of-a-kind. Really, he’s a full-on person.”

 Ariana’s face lit up. “Then, not like any I’ve seen before, definitely.” She half-grinned. “And if he’s making you smile like that…”

 “What? He’s really interesting and nice to be around. He asks a lot of questions, but he knows a lot that I asked him about. We talked about so much together. We hung out. It just felt so… easy.” He shrugged, now feeling somewhat self-conscious. “I don’t think I’ve had an instant connection like that with someone before.”

 “Then I’m certainly not questioning that he is special, like you said. I’m sure he’s a great guy. You plan to meet up with him again?”

 “Damn right. I’m not going to let this thing between us go away, and neither is he. We’re going to call each other frequently, too.” He hummed pleasantly. “What a leave…”

 “You look so happy to have met him. I’m glad.”

 The siblings chatted for a while longer, until Ariana bid Geordi goodbye.

 Geordi leaned back in his chair, putting his hands behind his head. “That obvious of a smile, huh,” he laughed.

 He started to get up to get dinner, but the incoming call alert sounded. Seeing the name of who it was made his grin wider. “What timing you have.”

 He answered the call, and Data’s face appeared on the screen. “Hey, Data.” The soft aura didn’t come through the image, which, while that made perfect sense, did throw him a little.

 “Hello, Geordi. Is this too soon to initiate communications after we parted ways?”

 “Nah, it’s not. I was just thinking about you, actually. I’m free to talk, although I’ll also eat dinner at the same time, if you don’t mind.”

 “Then it would seem my timing was fortuitous. You are well?”

 “Yeah. You?”

 “I am functioning within normal parameters.”

 “Good to hear. So, any particular reason you called, or do you just want to talk about whatever comes to mind?”

 “There is one specific matter.”

 “Oh?” Geordi caught the flicker of discomfort on the other man’s face.

 “Lieutenant Jones confronted me again, starting with mentioning our friendship. He then moved to his previously stated belief that I do not belong in Starfleet. I made an attempt to better understand his reasoning for his general behavior towards me, but he did not provide any new answers.”

 Geordi sighed. “Look… sometimes… sometimes people are just mean like that. No matter what you say or do, they’ll just keep being a jerk. Maybe something will happen later to change his mind, but try not to take it to heart too much, alright? No matter what he says about you, me, or us.” He shook his head. “As for the not belonging here thing, Starfleet thinks you do, and that’s all that matters there.”

 Geordi’s hand clenched into a loose fist out of Data’s view. His friend had been receiving these types of comments for years. Did the higher-ups really not do anything to put a stop to it? Or was it that Data didn’t report it? Going by his reaction to Geordi telling off those two ensigns, maybe that was more the case. After all, Data claimed he couldn’t be offended by it. As long as it stayed verbal and maybe lightly physical, and no one tried to break him, there was no true need to report it. Still, it upset Geordi that it happened so much, no matter why it continued.

 “Thank you for your insight. I believe your opinion is worth more than his, even though he has known me for a significantly longer period of time.”

 Geordi’s chest fluttered pleasantly. “Good. You’re welcome and thanks.”

 “Then, considering your opinion on personal matters over those of other people is an aspect I should fully integrate into my developing friendship program and subroutines?”

 A program that had barely existed or had any use before meeting Geordi, he knew. There was a difference between being friendly and having friendship. “Yeah, that’s usually part of friendship. Not that friends are always right about everything, but I tend to think their opinions more important in a lot of things.”  

Data nodded, then tilted his head. “Geordi, you stated that you were thinking about me when you accepted my call. Why?”

 Geordi shrugged. “I was telling someone about how amazing I think you are. And I suppose you’ve been occupying a piece of my thoughts since we left the starbase.”

 “Ah… I have not explicitly told anyone about you, for I have no one who would be interested in a positive manner. But I also have experienced you occupying a portion of my memory and processes since we said goodbye. The exact amount fluctuates depending on what else I am doing.”

 “Oh boy… it’s going to be a long wait before we can go on leave together again.”

 Data’s eyes widened. “Does the wait need to be long? How long do you anticipate?”

 “I mean that whenever it happens, whether it’s one month or ten from now, I think its going to feel like a relatively long time for us.” Geordi raised his hand. “Give me a minute while I get some food?”

 Data was quiet until Geordi returned a moment later, setting a plate and cup down on the desk before he sat. “Relatively long, despite how long it truly is. A Human experience of the passage of time?”

 “Something like that.” Geordi took a bite of sauced pasta and meat.

 “Can you provide personal examples that you have experienced?”

 “Sure thing,” Geordi chuckled. “Well… a recent would be waiting for the ship to dock at Starbase 64. Anticipating all that time off to do whatever I wanted. It made it feel like the time between that announcement and stepping off the ship passed slower than normal.”

 “Anticipation of the upcoming event made time pass more slowly from your perspective?”

 “Yeah. Don’t ask me why, because I don’t know why that is, exactly. I take it that it’s not like that for you?”

 Data gave a short shake of his head. “Time passed how it was supposed to, from my perspective. There was no slowing or acceleration of it. The time measurement of my internal chronometer is not affected by anticipation. Could you provide another example?”

 “Hm… Oh, when…”  

 ********

 True to their word and original intent, the pair stayed in frequent communication. Calling and sending messages, both short and long,

 Geordi was always happy to see a text message from Data and to see his face on the screen.

 Data always felt that now-customary warmth when conversing with Geordi and even while reading a message from him.

 Despite the long distance between them, what they had initially found with each other didn’t fade at all.

 Nine months after they’d met on Starbase 64, there was finally an opportunity to take leave together.

Chapter Text

 Data had never elected to take non-mandated personal leave before in his entire Starfleet career, making the request extremely unusual for him. Still, it was granted by Captain Kell with no issues. With the years’ worth of leave he was entitled to, there was no reason to deny it. Unlike the Trieste’s previous captain, she seemed to treat him like any other officer on the ship, and this was no exception.

 After that, Data only had to wait sixty hours to depart the Trieste onto a Starbase while it picked up supplies, then get on a short shuttle ride to the planet Solas within that planetary system.

 ********

 Geordi was having a relaxing time with Susanna and a couple others in the Victory’s lounge. They were due to arrive near the planet Solas in a few hours. How fortunate that this ship and the Trieste would be in the same planetary system within a few hours of each other, making it very easy to arrange leave with Data.

 “Have fun and relax, but don’t enjoy yourself too much,” Susanna teased.

 “Afraid I’ll run off and abandon you?” Geordi chuckled.  

 “You better not,” replied another person. “So, solo trip or meeting anyone… special?”

 “Just a friend from another ship,” Geordi said. He’d already been made fun of by a few other people when they’d heard about Starfleet’s only Android officer.

 Unfortunately, unknown to Geordi, one of those people was close enough to overhear. He sighed at the taunting voice.

 “Meeting up with anyone for your leave?” The other officer approached, a smirk on her face. “Friend from another ship? Oh… your pet Android? Come on, LaForge.”

 “Keep it to yourself, Rosen,” Geordi grumbled.

 “You really have adopted it, huh? Too bad you can’t bring it to live in your quarters, teach it to sit and be a good-“

 “That’s enough, Lieutenant,” Susanna sternly interrupted.

 Rosen listed her hands in mocking surrender. “Alright, alright, just a joke. Lighten up, LaForge.” She winked. “Truly, I hope you enjoy yourself.”

 Geordi glared at her as she returned to her table.

 “Hey, don’t let her get to you,” Susanna quietly said, putting her hand on his shoulder.

 “Oh, I’m not, believe me.” He was going to get to be with Data again. It would take far more than one person’s insults to bring down his mood.

 ********

 As expected, Data arrived at the lavish hotel at the edge of the capital city of Tadala over three hours before Geordi was due. To spend the time, he collected their badge room keys and inspected their shared room to make certain it had all the advertised accommodations and amenities. It was a spacious suite with two beds, living area, and dining area. They had decided not to take two separate rooms, because Geordi had said they’d probably end up spending the nights in each other’s, anyway. Data had agreed that was likely.  

 Then he took an exploratory walk around the immediate area. He noted the stares as he passed by people. A couple asked him if everything was alright, and he politely responded that it was.

 When the time came, something he was anticipating, he returned to the hotel’s lobby.

 Four minutes and twenty-five seconds later, Geordi walked in. He adjusted his bag over his shoulder, and smiled widely when he saw that soft white aura before making out the specific features. He’d missed being able to see that these past months over video communication.

 “Data!” Geordi rushed to his friend.

 “Hello, Geordi.” Data’s mouth formed a tiny smile.

 “Mind if I hug you?”

 “I do not.” Data raised his arms straight out. “Such physical contact from you is welcome.”

 Geordi giggled and stepped in to tightly hug the other man. “Oh, I’ve missed you so much.”

 Data’s arms wrapped around Geordi. “I have also been eager for your physical presence.”

 Geordi pulled back, keeping his hands on Data’s arms. He realized what his friend was wearing. “Why are you still in uniform?”

 Data’s eyebrows raised. Geordi was not wearing his, as he hadn’t on their previous leave. “I am a Starfleet officer.”

 “Yeah, but you’re off-duty, and I didn’t see anyone else wearing one on the way here from the transport center.”

 “Ah. I believe now I understand why some people were staring at me when I went on a walk before you arrived.”

 Geordi shook his head in amusement. “Probably.” He put his arm around Data’s shoulders as they headed towards the turbolift.

 A moment later, Data used his badge to open the door. “I believe the accommodations are satisfactory.”

 Geordi glanced around the nice room. With the large comfortable beds and sofa, he definitely wouldn’t disagree. The view from the window was also perfect, with them on the side that faced out to the natural landscape. “This is perfect.” He set down his bag next to Data’s much smaller one in front of the sofa.

 “Geordi, I am curious, is there a reason, other than for travel convenience for the both of us, why you chose this planet for leave?”

 “It looked nice, and it’s well-reviewed by other Starfleet officers.”

 “In my research, Risa is extremely popular. We could have made arrangements to take our leave there.”

 “I know,” Geordi laughed lightly. That had been a place they’d considered as a possibility. “But it seems a little too much like a tourist trap for me.”

 “Tourist trap?”

 “Someplace very popular for vacations and tourists.”

  Data tilted his head in confusion. “Is that bad for a place intended for such activity to be?”

 “Not necessarily.” Geordi shrugged. “I’m sure it’s great. Maybe I’ll go there at some point. But sometimes you don’t want to be where pretty much everyone else is.”

 “I will defer to your viewpoint on the matter.”

 “If you feel like going there next time we meet up, that’s fine,” Geordi encouraged. With a dramatic sigh, he fell backwards onto one of the beds. “Ah… that is perfect.” He took off his visor and relaxed for a few minutes.

 Data went over to the windows, to study the landscape. They were high enough to see past what remained of the city in this direction, to a forested area with mountain peaks in the distance. The climate of the area was temperate, one generally considered pleasant to many Humans, based on his research.  

 “Hey, did you see any restaurants nearby while you were out walking earlier?” Geordi asked.

 “Yes, approximately zero-point-eight kilometers away, there is an area around a courtyard, where most of the venues appeared to be restaurants. Nine had names that would obviously indicate that is their purpose.”

 “Oh, a variety of them in one spot.” He knew the hotel was close to several things of interest, which was part of the reason they’d chosen this one. “Could we go soon? I’m getting hungry.”

 “I would not be opposed. You do require food. I will accompany you.”

 “Great.” Geordi sat up and put his visor back on. He was reminded of one potential problem. “Data, do you mind changing out of your uniform?”

 “You believe my uniform will be inappropriate or offensive if I do not?”

 “Maybe not offensive, but I say again that you are on leave. I’ve got my combadge, but I didn’t pack my uniform. I don’t think the people around here are used to seeing us in uniform, since you said they were staring at you.”

 “It would be appropriate for me to change,” Data concluded. He went to the replicator to see if it had the same capabilities as the one in his quarters on the Trieste, where in addition to food, it could create a selection of clothes.

 “I guess you don’t have to if you really don’t want to,” Geordi replied. “You didn’t before.”

 “But you are correct. I am on not on duty. I am on leave in a place where my uniform would make me negatively conspicuous to the population.” He pressed the buttons to quickly cycle through the available clothing options. He glanced to Geordi to get an idea of what to choose based on what he was wearing. He had on dark blue pants, with a yellow shirt and open yellow sweater that had a black zig-zag pattern.

 “How often have you been out of your uniform?” Geordi grimaced slightly at the wording, but Data didn’t seem to pick up on the potential innuendo.

 “Once I entered Starfleet Academy, I had no reason to wear anything other than the uniforms provided and expected.”

 “Never?”

 “I have not been on non-mandated leave before, to a place that is not occupied with several other Starfleet officers, where changing is apparently the expectation.” He reached the end of the options. “Geordi, is what you are wearing typical for the climate?”

 “I’d say so. I was comfortable on the walk here. I’ve got a couple more outfits like it in my bag.”

 Data chose the option closest to what Geordi wore, and input his body measurements. In addition to that being the expectation for the weather, Data preferred the long sleeves and pants due to his modesty program. He could alter it if needed, but there was no need to in this circumstance.

 Geordi drew his knees up to his chest as he watched Data. “This is really the first time you’ve picked out clothes for yourself?”

 “Before Starfleet Academy, I was allowed to choose from options. Although I did not stray from what the scientists studying me decided to give me. Perhaps originally my personality had not been developed enough to do more than that. By the time it had developed more, I did not see a purpose. What they provided was sufficient for me to wear in society.”

 Geordi smiled softly. Something so ordinary, a momentous occasion for his friend.

 Data picked up the clothes when they appeared. “Excuse me,” he said before going to the bathroom.

 Geordi looked down and let out a little sigh. “You’ve really missed out on a lot, my friend,” he muttered. A moment later, he looked up when Data emerged, wearing the new clothes and carrying his neatly-folded uniform.

 “Is this more appropriate for the occasion?”

 “You look great.” Geordi meant it, taking in the thin blue sweater and black pants. It was a little weird, in a good way, to see him wearing something else.

 “I appreciate your advice.”

 “Come on, let’s get dinner.”

 As they walked into the restaurant that looked most appealing to Geordi, he deeply inhaled the scent of barbecued meats. “My mouth is watering already.”

 They were soon seated, and given menus. Data would not order anything for himself, but Geordi had already said if he was curious, he could taste whatever Geordi got.

 Geordi looked up from the menu at his friend’s voice.

 “Query, we have a replicator in our hotel room, which has a large variety of dishes, many of them from Human cultures. Is there a specific reason to eat at a restaurant?”

 “We don’t have to eat out for every meal. But I definitely wanted to this first time. I think us meeting up again is a special enough occasion to warrant it.”

 “I also consider our joint leave to be an exceptional event.”

 “I’m glad you do. Well, the replicator is amazing and I can’t imagine being stuck on a ship without it. Can you imagine only having a ship’s cook with a limited menu because of supplies, or even worse, ration packs for months on end?”

 “In longer planetside missions I have been part of, some of my fellow officers have complained about the field rations.”

 “Exactly. Anyway, the replicator’s great, but there’s just something about a meal that’s actually cooked by hand.”

 “But if you can receive the same meal, with its intended nutrient content, taste, texture, and appearance via the replicator, what is the difference?”

 “I don’t know if I can quite put my finger on it, but even if all the ingredients are replicated, instead of say… using grown and farmed vegetables, there’s just something about the food actually being touched by fire or the chef sprinkling the seasoning over it.”

 Data thought it over. In his observations, organic beings didn’t do things exactly the same each time, no matter how practiced they were at it. “That would introduce some level of variability to the food.”

 “Yeah, that’s part of it. I mean, you can have some variability with the replicator, like saying extra sweet when normally you don’t, but its just not the same.”

 “I am not certain I understand the reasoning yet.”

 “Like I said, I don’t quite know either. And not everyone feels the same way I do. Some people would be perfectly happy if they could only have completely replicated food the rest of their lives.”

 Geordi gave his order to the waiter, and they chatted about other things while they waited.

 Not long after, Geordi's food and drink was set down in front of him. He cut a piece of the seared meat and vegetables, and ate it. He hummed in pleasure. “Knew that would hit the spot,” he said after swallowing.

 Data let Geordi take another four bites before he asked, “May I try?”

 “Sure.” Geordi handed him the loaded fork. “Careful, it’s spicy.”

 “Substantial spice would not have an ill effect on me.” Data took the utensil, took a quick look at the food, then placed it in his mouth. He tasted every component of it, including a significant amount of spice that caused a heat sensation on his tongue.

 “What do you think?” Geordi asked after Data chewed and swallowed.

 “It is savory, and tastes as expected from previous foods I have tried that are similar to it. Although I have not had something with that amount of hot spice before.”

 Geordi grinned. It looked like Data liked it. “It’s pretty close to something I’d get when I lived in Mogadishu.”

 Data softly smiled in response. “Thank you for allowing me to taste it.”

 Geordi nodded and took a sip of his drink.

 ********

 After dinner, with the sun rapidly setting, they went to one of the attractions not far outside the city. Geordi smiled at the sight of other people also on the way ahead of them. A few children chased each other.

 They reached the natural stone-terraced wading pool. The thick trees blocked out the view of any buildings. The sky had darkened enough to easily see the glowing colorful clumps and lines in the water.

 “The effect is caused by a form of bioluminescence,” Data stated, having read about it before coming. “There are colonies of microscopic algae that live in these pools, which…”

 Geordi let Data continue on while he removed his shoes and socks and rolled up his pant legs, as other people had already done to step into the shallow water.

 Geordi dipped his foot in to test the temperature. It was pleasantly cool. He waited until Data was finished with his explanation of the phenomena. He grinned as he went down two terraces, until the water lapped around the middle of his shins.

 Data was considering if he should follow him. He did not foresee any damage to himself, having been in heavy rain and shallow water several times before.

 He nearly walked in, then stopped to remove his shoes and socks and placed them next to Geordi’s.

 Geordi turned at the light splash directly behind him to see Data. He held in a giggle, seeing that Data hadn’t rolled up the bottom of his pants. He didn’t say anything to correct him, but was grateful to see the pale bare feet.

 Data stepped down until he was at Geordi’s side. “This is an aesthetically pleasing sight and the water’s temperature is pleasant to the touch.”

 “I’m happy you think so, too.” Geordi took another step down, and the water’s level was now at his knees. He decided that was deep enough. He wasn’t surprised when Data followed him.

 Geordi bent over enough to gently trail his fingers in the water, causing the bright algae to swirl around them. When he lifted his hand, some of it clung to his skin, creating a glowing paint-flecked effect.

 Data did the same, staring at the vibrant colors left on his skin.

 Almost in unison, they turned their heads to each other and their gazes met. Geordi saw the wonder in Data’s face. Data saw the happiness in Geordi’s expression.

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 They waded in the shallow water for a little while longer, then sat in the grass nearby, chatting as their skin and pants dried.

 Eventually, Geordi called it a night, complaining of a slight headache starting to come on. Geordi told Data he would go back to the hotel, but Data could stay out and continue doing whatever he liked.

 Data did resist the urge to go with Geordi. His friend said he was alright, despite the headache, and could make it back on his own. On one of their calls before coming to Solas, Geordi had said they didn’t need to spend the entire time here together.

 Data watched Geordi walk away until he disappeared from view. Then he looked up to the dark night sky. A few stars peeked through the tree canopies.

 This situation was… unfamiliar. He was on leave, away from his ship and from anyone who might give him orders or immediately need him. He could go do whatever he wanted.

 He had a sudden urge to climb a tree to see the stars unimpeded.  

 Data didn’t know if this would be considered offensive to do it near the wading pool, and decided discretion would be better. He walked away, deeper into the forest. He stopped after a minute, out of sight of anyone else still enjoying the natural attraction.

 He only needed to do a short jump to reach a thick branch above his head. Within thirty seconds, he’d scaled the tree to as high as would support his weight, which was enough to see more of the sky through the leaves.

 Data returned to the hotel over three hours later. The lights were dim, but still bright enough for him to see clearly.

 Geordi was in the bed closer to the window, the blanket pulled up halfway over his body. Data could see his friend had changed clothes again, into what he presumed were pajamas. A loose tshirt made up the half that was visible. On the bedside table was Geordi’s visor and padd.

 Geordi himself appeared asleep, his eyes closed and body curled up on his side facing Data’s direction.

 He wondered how long ago Geordi had fallen asleep, and how much that headache had bothered him beforehand. The replicator did have basic medications and medical supplies, so perhaps he had used one of those to remedy it.

 Quietly, Data approached Geordi’s bed. He had cared for injured and unconscious crewmembers before on a few missions, but he hadn’t had the opportunity to watch a person in a true state of regular sleep.

 To get a better angle, he kneeled down and leaned in closer until there were about fifteen centimeters between their faces. He froze at the slight movement from Geordi’s shoulder and jaw, hoping the disturbance wasn’t caused by his proximity. When those relaxed, so did he.

 Geordi’s head was on twenty-degree incline on the pillow. His facial expression was very neutral in its rest. His mouth was partly open, showing a thin strip of his top teeth past the lips. He could feel the soft breaths, caused by the gentle up and down motion of Geordi’s chest, faintly against his face before they fully dissipated into the air.

 For a brief moment, his eyelids minutely twitched at random intervals, showing some movement underneath before going mostly inactive again. Had that been rapid eye movement, one of the stages of Human sleep? It was the stage most associated with dreaming, so had Geordi been dreaming? If so, what had the dream been about?

 A moment later, Geordi’s leg stretched out under the blanket. Data assumed all this movement was natural. After all, Human bodies couldn’t be as rigid as his could. The muscles required motion after periods of time to stretch, contract, and otherwise maintain themselves for future movements.

 Data’s attention returned to Geordi’s face.

 Geordi’s mind left the dream of piloting a shuttle in formation with a flock of birds. Eventually, he slowly half-woke without moving, and sensed something was strange. He felt… gentle huffs of air on his face? But wasn’t he inside? Was that… breathing?

 In a sudden panic, Geordi shouted and bolted upright.

 “Geordi, it is Data.”

 “Data?” Why did he sound so close? “Where are you?” Geordi reached out for his visor.

 “I am directly in front of you, approximately-“

 Geordi’s hand collided with something solid before sliding off and finding the table. Data, he presumed, now that he was aware enough to judge where his voice was coming from. His hand closed around his visor, and he quickly put it on. He was startled by how close Data was in his vision and flinched back. He laughed through it. “Hey, nice to see you back.”

 The only reason they hadn’t collided more than Geordi’s hand on Data’s bicep was because Data had leaned backwards just enough to avoid it. “Are you frightened, startled, or surprised?”

 “Yeah, you could say that. I felt like someone was watching me, and I got spooked.”

 “I apologize for disturbing your sleep. I did not intend to.”

 With Geordi’s fast heartrate settling down, he furrowed his brow. “Data, why are you so close?”

 “I was observing you while you slept.”

 “Right, that explains why I felt that way.” Geordi scooted back a few inches and looked his friend over.

 “As I said, it was not intent to wake you. Also, if I have offended you, I apologize.”

 Geordi blew out a breath. “No harm done. Everything okay with you?”

 “I am functioning within normal parameters. Are you well? Has your headache been remedied?”

 “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” Geordi cleared his throat. “Any particular reason you were sitting so close to watch me sleep?”

 “I was curious. I have not had the opportunity to do so before.” Data frowned. “I have offended you.”

 “I mean… I haven’t had anyone watch me sleep in a long time. It was definitely unexpected.”

 “I am sorry.”

 Geordi gave a tiny reassuring smile to the distressed Android. “Hey, you can stop apologizing now. It’s alright. No harm done.” He moved a little closer again. “I know you haven’t exactly had much in the way of social interactions and rules.”

 “I have made some observations, but they are not always sufficient. As has been proven yet again.”

 “Exactly. It’s like if I got dropped onto… let’s say Vulcan without much to go on except from what I’ve seen from my few Vulcan crewmates. I’d probably do something to offend a lot of people without realizing how or why.”

 “Yes, but you still would have more social awareness than I do.”

 “Maybe so. You’ll learn more, I’m sure. But until you do, you’re… you’re safe with me.”

 Data’s frown turned into a little smile as he felt a strong buzz of warmth up his circuits. “I am safe with you,” he repeated.

 “Yes, like I feel safe with you.”

 “Thank you. That is most… reassuring.”

 Geordi yawned. “I’m glad.”

 Data tilted his head. “Geordi, you said you felt my presence in your sleep. What is that like?”

 Geordi chuckled. “I’ll be happy to answer that, in the morning.”

 “Ah, yes. I should allow you to sleep.”

 Geordi nodded and took off his visor. “Night, Data.”

 “Goodnight, Geordi.”

 Data stood and backed up less than one-point-five meters until he sat down on the edge of the other bed. He turned his head, but did keep glancing at his friend to watch him settle into sleep. Perhaps the action of staring had somehow entered into Geordi’s subconscious, and this was a better method of observation.

 When Geordi’s eyes were fully closed and his breathing as even as he’d observed before, Data pulled his attention away. He went up and grabbed his padd from his bag and sat on the sofa to read a selection of scientific journals.

 After finishing the sixth one, Data put himself into low-power mode. After all, part of the leave experience was to rest.

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 There was a holoroom entertainment building in Tadala, and the pair had to check it out. They were assigned a room and an hour time limit.

 Geordi hummed as he looked through the available program categories. They were all of unusual settings and situations that people normally wouldn’t have a chance to do. Battle games, extreme sports, celestial sights, that sort of thing. His smile widened at one. “Looks like a really popular program is a pilot challenge course.” The description read that the goal was to fly in the planet’s atmosphere through rings and avoid obstacles.

 “I presume you would be interested in that program?” Data replied.

 “Definitely sounds fun to me. How about you?”

 “I would like to experience it with you. I have been trained in basic ship piloting maneuvers.”

 “Nice, I’ll have a co-pilot.” Geordi picked one of the higher difficulty settings.

 They stepped inside the room, which had been changed by the holo-emitters to an outside grassy field with a cloudy sky above. Their small shuttlecraft-like vehicle was only a few meters away.

 They got inside, closed the hatch, and looked over the control panel. It looked enough like a Starfleet ship’s setup to make Geordi confident.

 A voice came from the console. “Once the craft has left the ground, the challenge begins. Do you require a reminder on the goals?”

 “No, we’ve got it, thanks,” Geordi replied. “Data, you ready?”

 “As you are the designated primary pilot, I will defer to your lead.”

 “Alright, then.” Geordi smiled at Data, and Data nodded. He refocused on the console and placed his fingers over the engine ignition and thrust controls. “Liftoff in three… two… one.”

 As soon as the craft lifted off the ground, the first ring appeared in bright red above and ahead of them. “Here we go!”

 It didn’t take long at all, with the rush of the air outside the craft as they did quick turns and tight maneuvers, for Geordi’s adrenaline to rise. Data found the game stimulating, as well, even though he left most of the piloting to Geordi.

 Geordi flipped them onto the side to squeeze between two obstacles coming at them and they flew through the next ring.

 A few minutes later, Geordi let out a triumphant shout as they flew through the final ring. “Yeah! Woohoo!”

 “Please land the craft on the ground,” the program’s voice instructed.

 Geordi did so, a wide grin on his face. “Oh, that was so much fun.”

 “I also found the experience to be satisfying,” Data agreed. “You are a very skilled pilot.”

 Geordi glanced down for a second. “Thanks.” He chuckled. “You know, sometimes people will make a stupid comment or laugh about that.”

 “About what?”

 Geordi raised his brow. “Like they can’t believe the blind guy is flying the shuttle or the ship. It was worse in my Academy days, but I still get it occasionally when someone new sees me.”

 “But you are not blind when you wear the visor. In fact, you have a broader visual spectrum than any species currently serving in Starfleet. Unless you remove it while piloting, those comments do not make sense.”

 “I’ve told you before, people don’t always make sense when they say that kind of thing.”

 “I will reiterate that you are very skilled, no matter what others may hold as stated opinion about your blindness and capabilities.”

 Geordi sighed happily at Data reciprocating the reassurance that Geordi had done for him before. “Thank you.” He took a deep breath and leaned back in his chair. “I really hope they put these holorooms on our ships.”

 “They would indeed be of considerable value.” Data paused, then asked, “Are you confident in your abilities to perform this challenge at a higher difficulty?”

 “Oh yeah. Let’s do it.”

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 A rainstorm rolled through the area. It made a nice backdrop to Data and Geordi sitting together on the sofa in their hotel room. The thunder wasn’t too loud, and the pattering of the rain against the window was almost musical. Data was reading on his padd, while Geordi played a game on his.

 A message popped up on Geordi’s padd, and he smiled at who it was from. He opened and read it. ‘Hope you’re enjoying your leave. If you want something to read, here’s the new volume of that African mythology collection. Love you, Dad.’ He opened the attached file and commented, “Nice.”

 “What is nice?”

 “A new book I’ve been waiting to came out. My dad sent it.”

 “What is the subject?”

 “African mythology. You want to read it with me?”

 “That sounds interesting. Yes.”

 “Wait, let me reply to him first. Actually…” Geordi pulled up the padd’s camera. “I’m going to send a photo. Do you want to be in it?”

 “That would be agreeable.”

 “Alright, scoot in closer… there. Smile a little, if you feel like it.”

 Data did his usual small close-mouthed smile. Geordi’s was full and showing his teeth. When the photo was taken, Geordi showed it to his friend. “What do you think?”

 It was an instant, now preserved in time on the device. The two of them from the shoulders up, heads tilted close together and smiling. “It is satisfactory to send.”

 “I think so, too.” Geordi replied to his dad, ‘Thanks for the book. My friend Data and I are enjoying ourselves.’ He attached the photo. He then also sent the second sentence and picture to his mom and sister.  

 Geordi and Data settled in close, Geordi reading the new book aloud. Data took over the reading when Geordi decided to take off his visor to give his brain a break from it.

 Their two weeks together on Solas was exciting, relaxing, and wonderful. It filled them both with warmth and light, and deepened their bond.

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 It was nearly another year before they met up on leave again. It took more effort to coordinate this time, but it was well worth it.

 Geordi was so happy to see the aura around his friend again. He was also pleased to see Data arrive wearing something that wasn’t his uniform. He’d chosen casual clothes of long pants with a long-sleeved shirt. Modest, but not out of place in the climate here that was warmer than where they’d stayed on Solas.

 Data had been greatly anticipating seeing Geordi in person again, and the sight of the other man did not leave him with any sense of disappointment.

 They embraced tightly.

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 Geordi stepped out of the shower, half-drying his hair with a towel and letting the twisted locks dry the rest of the way on their own. They’d done a long hike today, and he wanted to be clean before getting into bed. He dressed in his pajamas, and shook his hair out of the way of the visor connection points. With a click, he could see again, and walked out to the living area of the hotel room.

 Data was sitting on his bed, and appeared very deep in thought. “Thinking about anything in particular?” Geordi prompted.

 Data looked up to him, his slight frown not fading. “I am contemplating a potential decision.”

 His friend’s tone was solemn. “That sounds serious,” Geordi replied, sitting across from him on his bed.

 “Geordi… you have been physically vulnerable, without your visor, in my presence. You have expressed comfort in being so, despite not being so with other people.”

 “Yeah?” Geordi leaned forward. “What’s wrong?”

 “I do not believe anything is wrong. This is a matter I am… conflicted on. What I want to inform you of is something I have never told anyone else.” Keeping this concealed and secret was part of Data’s self-preservation program. He could hypothesize how people like Lieutenant Commander Maddox and Lieutenant Jones might have used this information. One to force the issue of studying Data. One to use it for potentially damaging pranks. They were disturbing possibilities to think of, but possible all the same.

 Data had a secret that would make him physically vulnerable? As curious as Geordi was to know about it, he could see an expression of discomfort on the Android’s face. Was it expressing his form of anxiety or fear? “You don’t have to tell me, if you don’t want to.”

 Data’s head tilted. “I do wish to. You have shared your vulnerability with me. It is only fair that I do the same with you.”

 “You don’t have to just because I’m comfortable being blind with you. It doesn’t have to be… to be transactional like that.”

 “That is not the only reason I want to share this with you.” Trust was part of friendship. “I have confidence in you with this information.”

 “Thanks. That’s… Whatever this is about, I definitely wouldn’t use it to hurt you.” Geordi moved to sit next to Data.

 Data quickly made a modification to his modesty program. He didn’t only want to tell Geordi about this. He put his left arm behind his back and grasped the bottom of his shirt. “Geordi, if you would look on the lower right side of my back.”

 Geordi scooted backwards to see.

 Data turned his head to Geordi’s direction, then lifted the back of his shirt. “Do you see the indentation?”

 “Yeah.” Where Data had said to look, Geordi saw it. In the newly-exposed pale and smooth skin was an indentation. Geordi bent down a little more for a better angle. It didn’t go in very far, about a couple of centimeters. It’s length was only a few centimeters across. “What is it?”

 “Inside and along the top is a sort of switch. If pressed, I will be deactivated.”

 “What? You have an off switch?” Geordi’s hand close to it moved away, not wanting to risk accidently touching it.

 “Upon being pressed again, I will become activated again.”

 “You have an off switch.” It made perfect sense, once Geordi got over the shock. All machines had ways to turn them off, and organic beings also had ways to accomplish something similar by rendering them unconscious. But it was still… somewhat disquieting.

 “Yes. You may place your fingers there, but do not press upwards.” Data trusted his friend.

 “You sure? I mean, I wouldn’t want to inadvertently turn you off.”

 “I am certain.”

 “Okay… okay.” Geordi took a deep breath. If he did accidently do that, he knew how to turn him on again. Data said it was fine, so it would be fine.

 Hesitantly, slowly, Geordi laid his hand on the bare skin, then moved it up to the recessed part.

 Data’s head tilted at the physical contact. Geordi had touched him near that area before, but not without clothing between them. And now that he knew what was there, it was more poignant.

 Geordi slid the tips of his first two fingers together into the indent. At the top, he felt an outline of a square-shaped button, what he presumed was the switch itself. Next to it were two very small circular protrusions.

 “That is the switch,” Data confirmed. “And those beside it are devices to keep track of how much time has passed during my deactivated state.”

 While Geordi had already felt how profound this was, the moment hit him again, somehow harder. Despite all of Data’s physical strength, speed, and toughness to escape from a bad situation, in this moment, Geordi had the power to render all of that useless. And even when this moment passed, Geordi would still have the knowledge. Not that he ever could imagine using this to harm Data.

 Just as slowly, Geordi moved his fingers down and away. He rested both hands on his lap. Data released the hold of his shirt, letting it fall and conceal the vulnerability again.

 “And… and no one else knows about it?”

 “Not to my awareness.”

 “What about… what about the people who found you, or the scientists who studied you after?”

 “I, and the Tripoli’s search team, believe the signal device that drew them there activated me upon their presence.”

 Geordi hummed. No need for them to have had figured it out.

 “My self-preservation programming would not allow me to answer the scientists’ question about it. By the time I had learned to modify my programs and subroutines, they had stopped asking.”

 “Smart to keep that to yourself as much as possible. Whoever made you didn’t want someone to take advantage of you because of it.” Geordi was glad for it. As nice as it was to think the best of people, sometimes certain people proved otherwise.

 “They had hypotheses for what it does, but I did not confirm any of them.”

 Geordi turned his body to fully face Data. “And you’re really okay with me knowing?”

 “I would not have informed you if I found the idea of sharing it with you overly uncomfortable. I do not expect you to tell anyone else.”  

 “Yeah, I guess you wouldn’t. And you’re right that I won’t.” His friend had probably needed to modify his self-preservation program to do it. The fact that Data had thought this important enough to show him to do so, despite never having done it for anyone else… “Oh, Data…” Geordi leaned in to rest his forehead on the Android’s shoulder. This was their little secret.

 Despite the indecision and anticipation Data had experienced prior to showing Geordi his deactivation switch, he felt as though he had indeed done the correct thing.

 Geordi lifted his hand to Data’s lower back. Data didn’t flinch. Protectively, Geordi put his hand over the hidden switch.

 Like before, they made their time together on this leave count.

 ********

 Data greeted his friend when his face appeared on the screen. Then he said, “Geordi, I have come to a conclusion when it comes to potentially making more friends.”

 “Oh yeah, what’s that?”

 “I have heard that humor can help make a person more likeable to their peers.”

 “Yeah, some people like a good joke.” Geordi didn’t tell many himself, but it was a good tactic to try.

 “I have read many jokes. Would you mind hearing them? I would prefer to gauge your reaction before attempting to engage in this activity with anyone else.”

 Geordi chuckled. “Sure, why not? Go ahead.”

 “I have kept these to a central theme of space exploration. Here is the first. I have started to read a book on anti-gravity. I cannot put it down.”

 Geordi did giggle a little, despite the obvious and not-great pun. It was more so the idea of Data telling jokes like that. The delivery was also off, but that could get better with practice.

 “What do you think?”

 “Give me a few more to judge.”

 “Earth’s theoretical physicist Albert Einstein released his theory on space, and it was about time, too.”

 Again, another slight laugh because of who was telling the joke, not its content.

 “The planet’s rotation really makes my day.”

 “Okay, not bad, I suppose.”

 “What do you need to keep your pants up in space? An asteroid belt.” Data frowned. “I do not understand how this one is meant to be humorous. It would be impractical to construct a belt of asteroids for that purpose, no matter how small the asteroids were. By a certain diameter, they would cease being classified as asteroids, unless the belt were made from asteroid fragments.”

 Geordi shook his head in amusement. “You’re not meant to think about practicality. It’s more about how the words relate to each other.”

 “Ah, I see. When solar systems are formed, the star is in charge. So, the planets start a revolution.”

 “That’s not too bad, either.” None of these were great, but for a start to figuring out jokes and humor, well… it was a start.

 “Geordi, are you the vacuum of space? You take my breath away.”

 Geordi’s eyebrows shot up and his mouth hung open for a second. He certainly hadn’t been expecting one like that. 

 “Interesting. What caused a different reaction than to the previous jokes?”

 “Uh…” Geordi rubbed the side of his neck. “I mean, I guess that could be classified as a joke, but it’s more a pick-up line, especially in that phrasing.”

 “A pick-up line?”

 “Yeah, when you’re asking someone out for a date, a romantic date.”

 “Oh, so that would not be appropriate for the purpose I am intending.”

 “Not really.”

 Data nodded. Then he recalled a memory that might relate. “Geordi, there was a situation that occurred soon after I was assigned to the Trieste, when I was an ensign.”

 “Oh?”

 “I was in the lounge, observing socialization between my crewmates. When I believed I had observed enough, I decided to put it into practice.”

 Geordi slightly grimaced, guessing the direction this might go, based on everything else Data had told him about his social life on that ship.

 “I had seen one man make this gesture to a woman.” Data lifted his hand and made a beckoning motion with a finger. He also narrowed his eyes and made a smirking expression.

 Geordi inhaled through his nose. It definitely related to the accidental pick-up line.

 “I repeated it to an ensign named O’Leary. At first, he reacted as I had expected, as I had observed from the other pair. He turned to me and stepped in close. He touched my hand and leaned in closer. Then he did not move for seven seconds. I was not certain what to expect from him, not having seen whatever the original pair had done after that point. He suddenly laughed and stepped away, making a disparaging remark about me. Many others laughed, as well.”

 “Yeah, that was a flirty move on your part.”

 “I had not meant to be flirtatious.”

 “That’s why he and the others found it funny. But they were laughing at you, not with you.”

 “I was confused afterward. Later, I came to the understanding it was meant to be a romantic gesture. I believe I have made progress since then, especially since I met you, even though I do not actively engage in social activities with my crewmates.”

 “I’d say you’re doing pretty well,” Geordi encouraged.

 “Are there any jokes that would be certain to make you laugh in the expected manner?”

 Geordi shrugged. “I know some I can tell you.”

 “Please do. I would like to analyze them, with your guidance.”

 “Maybe don’t try to analyze them too much? That can ruin it.”

 “How can that ruin a joke?”

 “If you need to over-explain it, then it means it wasn’t that funny in the first place. Alright, let’s start with… A person is walking down an abandoned street…”

 ********

 “Geordi, you have changed the appearance of your hair.” Data had seen the shoulder-length twists both tied up and loosely down, but this was completely different.

 Geordi grinned, knowing that would be the first thing Data would say. He ran a hand over the newly-cut short curls. “What do you think?”

 Data wasn’t certain. Perhaps if he had more context. He was used to the style Geordi had for the past nearly two years. “Was there a specific reason why you changed it? Was there a problem with it?”

 Geordi shrugged. “No problem at all. I just felt like a change of pace. I’m still getting used to it. I had the twists for so long. Ten years? Longer.”

 “In what ways are you still getting used to it?”

 “For instance, I keep trying to move it out of my face before I remember it’s not there.”

 “You feel its presence, even though it is no longer that length?”

 “Maybe not feel it exactly, but I’m expecting it to still be there.”

 “Interesting.” Data thought for a moment. “Is periodically changing one’s appearance through various methods, such as hairstyle, expected?”

 “I think it’s purely up to the person. It’s not expected or unexpected by others.” Geordi grinned. “I take it you haven’t had any urges to try something different with your hair?”

 “I have not. I have only made very minute alterations to this style for twenty-four years. As such a more drastic change is neither expected nor unexpected, I will refrain from greater experimentation.”

 “You like it the way it is. Definitely nothing wrong with that.”  

 “Do you think my hair… looks good?”

 “I’d say so. It looks nice on you. Hey, you never answered my question.”

 “Ah, yes. I think it is certainly very different, but not negatively so.”

 “I’ll take it,” Geordi laughed.

 ********

 “It was… it felt so creepy,” Geordi told Data a couple days after an away mission with Susanna and three others to Tarchannen Three.

 “Because the entire outpost of forty-nine people disappeared,” Data concluded.

 “It wasn’t just that.”

 “You are certain you found no sign of what could have happened?”

 “Only some ripped clothes. And that's eerie all on its own.”

 Data saw Geordi shiver. “Are you experiencing medical symptoms?”

 “Huh? No, like I said, it’s just giving me the creeps thinking about it. I don’t know, it was weird. It was like maybe… someone was watching us? But there was no sign of anyone. Maybe it’s ghosts, who knows.” Geordi sighed heavily. “We’ve gone over it again and again. None of us could figure it out. Without any evidence, I don’t think it can be solved. No closure for their families…”

 Data grimaced at Geordi’s faraway expression. He thought through ways to make his friend feel better. “Geordi, could you relate a positive memory you have?”

 Geordi smiled warmly at Data’s prompt to distract him. “Yeah. Uh… you know that cat I told you I had? Well, there was one day we thought he was missing, and we looked everywhere…”

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 “Have you become accustomed to the Hood?”

 “Hold on, I just got here a few days ago,” Geordi laughed lightly.

 “Then, perhaps I should inquire next time we talk?”

 “It’s alright, I’m teasing. Well, it’s just as advanced and nice as the Victory. I’m doing the same duties. No big changes there.” Geordi spun in his chair with his arms out to gesture around the space. “My quarters are even a little bigger.”

 “It is good the transfer has resulted in neutral and positive outcomes.”

 “I already do miss a few people from the Victory, like Suz, but that’s part of the Starfleet life, right?”

 “You have been positively accustomed to her physical presence in your life,” Data agreed. He wished he could’ve had that experience, to be on the same ship as Geordi, as Lieutenant Leijten had been. The two leaves they’d taken together, in addition to their frequent calls, was sufficient, but he wanted more. He wondered how it would be, having his only friend physically present all the time.

 “I like to think she and I will meet up again sometime.” Geordi smiled. “And I can’t wait for whenever the two of us can meet up again.” He hoped it they wouldn’t be apart as long as they had been last time. He longed to see Data’s soft light again. At least there wasn’t a limit on how much they could call each other.

 “I anticipate that, as well.” Data tilted his head. “Do you believe you will make more friends on the Hood?”

 Geordi shrugged. “Maybe. I don’t try to force it.”

 “I see. It is an opportunity, but not one you feel you absolutely must pursue.”

 “Something like that.” Geordi softly smiled at his friend. “It’s not something you should force.”

 “I believe I understand. You are looking forward to working on the Hood?”

 “Yeah. I’m still out here on a Starfleet ship exploring. Although…”

 “Although?” Data prompted.

 “I’ve been thinking about switching to engineering. It means I’d have to do some extra studying to switch departments, but it might be worth it? At least, the studying would help me really decide.”

 Data’s brow furrowed. “Is there a problem with your current duties as pilot and helmsman?”

 “No, I just feel like I might want to do something else, and I liked the engineering courses at the Academy. It’s sort of been something I’ve liked, in general.”

 “Transfer between departments is not uncommon, but can you further explain your reasoning?”

 “I’m not committing, not yet. It’s just a thought at the moment. Believe me, I like what I do currently. But I think maybe engineering might be more interesting in the future.”

 “You are not yet experiencing… boredom in your current position, but you anticipate that you will?”

 “Not boredom. It’s more like…” Geordi shrugged. “Wanting to try something else. I don’t think there’s a precise reason for it.” He turned the question back on Data. “Why do you have specializations in operations and sciences?”

 They had spoken on their career interests before, but not in this direction of thought. “Both avenues were equally attractive. While I spend more of my on-duty time with operations, I also am given sufficient time with sciences to be satisfactory.”

 “Yeah, but why did you choose both? Why not limit yourself to only one?”

 “I was allowed to pursue both because of my processing abilities to handle both sets of duties. If I was allowed to work at all times, I would be able to do even more. In addition, I am able to pursue some aspects of scientific study in my off-duty time.”

 “That’s great that Starfleet and your captain lets you do that. But why did you choose to do both?”

 “I wished to. Both career tracks were interesting. While I could choose to dedicate all my time to one, I wanted to split that time, even though the divide is not equal between them.”

 “See? You just wanted to. Maybe if you’d been forced to choose one, you might want to change to the other one later.”

 After a quick analysis, Data nodded. “Perhaps that would be the case. I believe I better understand your perspective, as well as the reasons for crewmates who I know have transitioned between departments and duties.”

 Geordi was glad that Data wasn’t forced into working all day every day, even if he could with no problem and wanted to. Leisure time was part of the Human experience, no matter how it was spent.

 “I am certain you will choose a course of action that is appropriate for your needs and desires.”

 “Thanks, buddy.” It was nice to have encouragement from Data to look more into switching his career track. His mother had already said something similar when he’d talked to her about it a couple days ago.

 “Geordi, may I test two jokes on you at this time?”

 Geordi’s smile was tight, but still encouraging. He’d lost count of the jokes by now. He’d support his friend, no matter what. Although he couldn’t say that Data had started to necessarily improve in joke selection or delivery yet. “Alright, shoot.”

 “A photon checks into a hotel and is asked if it needs any help with its luggage. It answers no, it does not, because it is travelling light.”

 It was clever, but Geordi couldn’t say it was funny.

 “On the matter of if the glass is half-full or half-empty based on the person’s attitude. An optimist sees the glass as half-full. A pessimist sees it as half-empty. A chemist sees it as completely filled, as it is half filled with liquid and half with air.”

 Geordi raised his brow. “I really don’t think that one’s going to be a hit. Both made sense but they just… weren’t funny?”

 Data looked down for a few seconds. “Hm… further research is needed.”

 Further research, which meant further practice on Geordi, which made the man inwardly chuckle.

 “To return to our earlier conversation, I am relieved that your transfer to the Hood has not resulted in any complications for you, my friend.”

 “So am I.” Geordi face lit up as he remembered something else he wanted to talk about. “Have you seen the released specs for the newest ship type they’re working on, the Galaxy class? They’re still in the testing phases, but damn do they look amazing.”

 “I was not aware those had been released, and therefore have not yet read it. Can you explain what you find astonishing?” While Data could pull up the information on his computer and read it now, he wanted to know Geordi’s opinion first.

 “Firstly, they have installed holorooms! I’m so glad those rumors were true. Maybe they’ll refit the older ships to install some of those, too.”

 “That would be a beneficial feature, for both the new and older ships.”

 “Something really interesting is that it’s made to be able to separate into two sections that can operate independently. And they’ve reworked some of the EPS systems to be more efficient. And…” Geordi grinned. “Oh, go on and pull it up so we can properly talk.”

 “You have convinced me,” Data nodded. With his fingers, he commanded the computer to give him the newest reports of the Galaxy-class ships.

 ********

 Life on the Trieste continued as expected. Data’s duties were sufficient to satisfy him professionally. His social life continued to be severely lacking, but Geordi’s long-distance friendship was enough for him. In fact, they were planning to take another leave together in a month’s time, which would mark an approximate two years and ten months since they’d met.

 “Captain Kell to Lieutenant Data.”

 Data’s tapped his combadge. “Yes, sir?”  

 “Please come to my ready room.”

 Data turned in his Ops chair to the First Officer, who nodded. Data stood and walked over to the nearby door.

 Once inside and the door had closed behind him, Captain Kell looked up at him and said, “Lieutenant, you’re being transferred to another ship.”

 “Transferred?” Data’s head tilted and he frowned slightly. He’d been on the Trieste for long enough where the idea left him somewhat confused. Transfers were certainly common enough for Starfleet officers, but when the idea was applied to him, it somehow felt strange. “Why am I being transferred? Have I done something wrong?”

 “Wrong?” Kell raised her brow. “Oh, sorry, maybe I should’ve started with ‘Congratulations.’”

 “Congratulations?”

 She smiled and leaned back in her chair. “Yes. You’re being transferred to the new flagship, the Enterprise, under Captain Jean-Luc Picard. You’re also getting a promotion to Lieutenant Commander.”

 He would be transferred to the Enterprise, one of the new Galaxy-class ships that Geordi had expressed a desire to serve on someday. The flagship, no less. And he also would be promoted. All positive things.

 “Picard requested you, and I saw no reason to argue to keep you here.” Kell held out her padd. “I’ve sent the full orders to you, of course, but if you want to read it now.”

 Data took it, and quickly read the orders. It was as Kell had stated. Transferal to the Enterprise under Captain Picard, with a promotion to Lieutenant Commander. He would serve as Chief Operations officer, Head Science officer, and the Second Officer. He was meant to be on the Enterprise while it was in McKinley Station spacedock orbiting Earth, for its commissioning and subsequent departure, currently planned for stardate 41148.

 That timeframe did mean he and Geordi would have to reschedule the proposed time to take their leave, but his friend would understand. Data looked back up to Kell. He opened his mouth to speak, but she did so first.

 “You’ve served me, and the Trieste, more than well enough. I’m sure you’ll do the same for Picard and the Enterprise.”

 “I cannot foresee myself doing anything less.”

 “That’s the spirit. We’ll figure out your transport to Earth soon.”

 Data nodded and gave her back the padd. “Thank you, for allowing the transfer and promotion.”

 Kell nodded. “Dismissed.”

 Data stepped out of the ready room, and retook his position at Ops.

 He anticipated telling Geordi about the news.

 ********

 Life on the Hood went as expected. Geordi did decide to do some additional engineering studying, and found he really did have a head for it past what was required for piloting duties. He’d definitely continue on with it, and keep it in mind for the future.

 Captain DeSoto emerged from his ready room. “Commander Riker, Lieutenant LaForge, please join me.”

 Exchanging a quick glance with each other, Geordi and Riker left their stations to see their captain in privacy.

 DeSoto grinned at the pair. “I’m looking at two lucky officers.”

 “Why’s that, sir?” Riker asked.

 “Congratulations, you’ve both been requested and approved to serve on the new flagship, the Enterprise.”

 Geordi’s eyes widened behind the visor. He was chosen to be on the Enterprise? He almost couldn’t believe it. He had to hold his hands together in front of him to contain his excitement.

 “Jean-Luc Picard will be your captain. He personally requested you, both of you. I could hardly say no, and sang my praises.”

 Captain Picard… the name rung a bell in Geordi’s memory. Even if he didn’t recognize who Picard was, it was still an honor to be personally chosen by a captain. Especially for the flagship. He had been on the Hood barely seven months, and already he was soon to be off to bigger things.

“I’ll be losing two great officers, but my loss is certainly his gain. I’ll send your full transfer orders to you later. In ten days, we’ll start heading to Deneb Four, to Farpoint Station, to meet up with the Enterprise,” said DeSoto. “Sound good?”

 “It does, sir,” Riker replied. “Thank you.”

 “Yes, Captain,” Geordi agreed.

 They were dismissed, and Geordi couldn’t contain a smile as he and Riker left the ready room and returned to their chairs.

 At the end of shift a short while later, Riker took the turbolift from the Bridge with Geordi. “Deck five,” he instructed the lift. “I take it you’re as excited and interested as I am in our new assignment?”

 Geordi didn’t really know Riker, not past the professional level. He’d only been moved to alpha shift a couple months ago, and before that had only really seen the other man at times in the ship’s lounge and gym. They hadn’t spoken in those instances.

 “I am, sir.” He was ecstatic. He would be on the Enterprise soon after it left Earth. He’d be on the newest class of ship practically right out of the gate.

 The lift stopped, and Riker prompted, “Walk with me, Lieutenant?”

 Geordi didn’t have a reason not to, so he stepped off with Riker. “I’m pretty sure I’ve met Captain Picard. Though it was years ago, when I was an ensign.”

 “You have? Any insight?”

 “It wasn’t for long, sorry.”

 “That’s alright. I suppose we’ll both get to know him. You must’ve impressed him when you did meet.”

 “Maybe so.” Geordi remembered staying up very late to modify a shuttle’s fusion initiators during an inspection tour.

 Riker chuckled. “The flagship…” They stopped at the door to Riker’s quarters. “Well, enjoy your evening, Lieutenant.”

 “You, too, Commander.” Geordi returned to the turbolift, rode it down to deck seven for his quarters.

 Once inside, he let out a loud happy sound and clapped his hands together. “Me, on the Enterprise? Wow…”

 He went to the computer, and saw the new message from Captain DeSoto. His transfer orders. He read it, and his heart beat faster at the confirmation of what he’d been told.

 Geordi would be the senior helmsman on the Galaxy-class ship. He let out another happy shout and fell backwards on his bed.

 His mood dampened slightly when he realized the timing meant he and Data would have to postpone their leave, but they hadn’t made solid plans yet, and his friend would understand.

 The Enterprise… Geordi laughed in delight.

 He couldn’t wait to tell his family and Data about it.

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 Geordi was impatient for the comm link to be established between the Hood and the Trieste. It didn’t take long, since it rarely did. But it was long enough. He’d been just as impatient yesterday when he’d called his parents.

 Geordi’s expression immediately brightened at Data’s face appearing on the screen. “Hey, Data!”

 “Hello, Geordi.”

 “I have news, good and kind of bad.”

 “Good and bad news?” Data also had something similar to convey, but would allow his friend to go first.

 “Not too bad, but…” Geordi cleared his throat. “We’re going to have to pick another time to go on leave together, but that’s because I’ve been assigned to the new Enterprise!”

 Data’s eyebrows shot up. “You have been assigned to the Enterprise-D?” He believed what he heard, but it still left him in a state of surprise.

 “Yeah. I almost can’t believe it!”

 “Geordi, I have personal news, as well. I have also been assigned to the Enterprise-D.”

 Geordi’s eyes widened behind the visor and his mouth hung open.

 “Geordi?”

 “God, now I really can’t believe it,” Geordi said after several seconds. His smile somehow grew bigger. “The two of us, on the Enterprise? That’s… that’s amazing!”

 “While our leave together will have to be postponed, we will still reunite,” Data pointed out.

 “Hell yeah, we will.” What an unexpected turn of events. What were the odds? Data could probably calculate it. Geordi leaned back in his chair, needing another moment to process the joint news.

 Data smiled gently. He would be serving on the same ship as his friend. Now, he was anticipating the transfer more than he already had been. It was a change, and one he knew would have positive aspects. He would be with Geordi.

 “I will be travelling to Earth within the next four days to be onboard when it leaves McKinley Station,” Data informed.

 “The Hood will start heading to Deneb Four next week to meet the Enterprise at Farpoint Station.”

 “I will become accustomed to the ship before you.”

 “Fine by me,” Geordi giggled. “I won’t be far behind you.” He sighed. “Part of the first crew of a Galaxy-class, with my best friend… I’ll be senior helmsman.”

 “I have been promoted to Lieutenant Commander, and will serve as Second Officer, Chief Operations officer, and Chief Science officer.”

 “You got promoted? Even better. I’m so glad for you. You deserve it.”

 “Thank you.”

 “Sounds like Captain Picard has made you quite important.”

 “You are, as well.”

 “Right, he’s made us both quite important,” Geordi corrected with a grin. Wasn’t that something else? The two of them as part of the senior crew? The stars had aligned for them, as individuals and as a pair.

 “Our personal news has been more fortuitous than I had expected.” Data wanted to hug Geordi, but that would wait until they met on the Enterprise within the next few weeks. “I greatly anticipate it.”

 “Me, too.”

 Data let the satisfying moment linger. Then he frowned at a memory.

 Geordi caught it. “Anything wrong?”

 “Geordi… in the twenty-eight hours since I was informed, the news has spread to other members of the crew. I overheard someone say that my promotion and upcoming transfer to the Enterprise is because I am someone’s ‘pet case’. I do not believe it was meant positively. Perhaps it is an assumption that Captain Picard chose me not for my service and abilities, but because he believes I am akin to a companion animal, and he desires that through me? I do not understand.”

 Geordi grimaced. Trust someone on that ship to bring Data’s mood down. “What have I said about caring what others say when they talk about you like that?”

 “To ignore it, if possible. To pay it no attention.” Data made an apologetic little expression. “I did. I did not engage with the person. But my hearing capabilities surpass the Human average, and my memory is faultless.”

 A long sigh came from Geordi. “I know. I still remember stupid things people have said about me, to my face and behind my back.”

 “Despite your general advice, can you please explain what they meant with calling me a ‘pet case’?”

 “It means that you’re not being chosen because of your abilities or accomplishments, but because they think of you… I suppose like a pet. Someone to look after in that way? Or maybe more like giving you special treatment because… I don’t know exactly why they would.”

 Data hummed and nodded. He expected comments to come from Lieutenant Jones directly aimed at him about how he didn’t deserve a promotion and prestigious assignment like the Enterprise.

 “I wouldn’t see being chosen by Captain Picard for the new Enterprise as being a pet case. Whatever about us he was impressed by, that’s what got us the positions.”

 “I believe you are more correct than my crewmate.”

 Geordi smiled assuredly. “Hey, maybe this is exactly what you need.”

 Data tilted his head. “Exactly what I need? In what manner?”

 “No one else from the Trieste is transferring with you, right?”

 “That is correct.”

 “Perfect. Because that means…” It gave Geordi a sense of relief for his friend. “It means that you can have a sort fresh start. New ship, new crew, away from everyone who mistreats you now.”

 “It means I will be with one person I know who will treat me better.”

 That simple statement caused Geordi’s eye to sting with a sudden tear. “Yeah. You’ll have me, at the least.” He swallowed heavily. “But it means you have an opportunity to make other friends, too.”

 “You are correct. This transfer does present that opportunity.” Data would be able to initiate social engagement without already knowing the high probability of negative reactions. He could take his learned experiences with other people and Geordi to hopefully be more successful.

 Geordi’s hand out of Data’s sight clenched a little. If anyone on their new ship wanted to mistreat Data, Geordi would be there to help set them straight.

 Geordi cleared his throat to change the subject. “Well, I know who the First Officer will be. Commander Riker, from the Hood. I don’t know him very well, but I think he’s a good choice.” He chuckled. “Then again, we’re all good choices if we’ve been personally picked as the senior crew.”

 “I am inclined to agree.”

 “Hey, I wonder how close we can get our quarters to be to each other.”

 “Perhaps in being part of the senior crew, we have preferential choice.”

 The two friends were quickly and easily back to smiling and talking about their excitement.

 ********

 Data stepped off the transporter pad, his first step on the Enterprise. He had everything he’d brought with him from the Trieste in one bag over his shoulder. He hadn’t had many personal belongings.

 He nodded to the transporter chief and headed in the direction of his quarters to drop his bag off before reporting in for duty. Captain Picard still hadn’t arrived, and with Commander Riker to be picked up at Farpoint Station, that made Data the ranking command officer until he was scheduled to.

 Not that there was anything specific for him to do in particular until Picard came tomorrow. There were still three days until the Enterprise was scheduled to leave McKinley Station. This time was meant for the crew to familiarize themselves with the ship.

 It only took Data two minutes to unpack his bag and place everything where they needed to go. These quarters were larger than what he’d had on the Trieste, and with better features and ways to utilize the space. He considered how he might arrange things later. For one, he did not require the provided bed.

 With that done, he walked a short distance to check on the quarters assigned to Geordi. After a short inspection, he nodded to himself in approval. They were identical to his, and Data couldn’t think of anything he could or should do to make them better before his friend came onboard.

 Although… perhaps he could get Geordi a gift and place it in here. What might he like? What would be appropriate or useful?

 With that thought processing in his mind, Data went to the Bridge.

 “Hello, sir,” greeted a woman with short blonde hair. When he approached, she slightly smiled and nodded. Data recognized her from the personnel files. “Lieutenant Tasha Yar, Chief of Security.”

 “I am Lieutenant Commander Data, reporting for duty as Second Officer.”

 “Glad to have you onboard, Commander,” Yar replied. “Everything’s going as it should. No problems to report.”

 “That is satisfactory.” Data tilted his head. “I anticipate working with you.” He smiled, and hoped he wouldn’t already make any social missteps.

 With the initial introduction made to another member of the senior crew, Data went to the Operations console at the front of the Bridge to become familiar with it and to read ship report statuses.

 ********

 “Evening, sir,” Geordi greeted as he stepped out of his quarters at Farpoint Station and saw the other man returning from the common area. They’d been here a couple days, though the Hood was still nearby in the Deneb system.

 “Lieutenant,” Riker nodded. He smiled slightly. “The Enterprise is still on schedule.”

 “Thanks for the update.”

 “Eager to get going on our new assignment? I understand the impatience.”

 “Yeah, you could say that. And…” Geordi stopped himself from saying the more personal reason.

 But Riker caught it, and prompted, “And?”

 “A friend of mine was also transferred to it.” Data had sent him a message the day he'd gotten on it that he was indeed on the new ship. They’d spoken as well. “I can’t wait to see him again.”

 “How lucky. Always nice to have a familiar face.”

 “Indeed.” They’d already met some of the others waiting to serve on the Enterprise, including the Chief Medical Officer and Chief Engineer.

 “See you tomorrow, Lieutenant.” With a nod, Riker went to his quarters.

 Geordi went to the gym. Another two days, and he’d be on the Enterprise with Data.

 ********

 Geordi had to unexpectedly worry about the Enterprise for an hour when only half of it, the stardrive section, arrived. Then Geordi and everyone destined for it got the all-clear that everything was fine, and started beaming up with their belongings.

 There was no point trying to stop the wide smile as he stepped off the transporter pad. His first step on his new assignment, on a ship he’d been dreaming about before he had received the orders.  

 He grabbed his two pieces of luggage and made his way to his quarters.

 Everything expected was there, in addition to something else on the dining table. He set his bags down and went to see what it was.

 It was an electric shaving razor, not any different on first glance from what could be replicated. But the note in very neat handwriting next to it warmed Geordi’s heart.

 ‘I apologize if I am on duty and therefore unable to welcome you in person when you come onboard. I thought a gift to welcome you would also be appropriate. I have modified this unit to what I hope is most efficient for your grooming. I considerably anticipate reuniting with you. Data.’

 That was absolutely sweet of him. “Modified, huh? I’ll give it a go. And I can’t wait to see you, too.”

 Geordi unpacked his things, and thought through a couple other things he could do before he was expected to be on duty tomorrow. He might as well get the required physical out of the way.

 ********

 Data returned from transporting Admiral McCoy to the Hood via shuttle, his last expected task for the day. He tapped his combadge. “Computer, location of Lieutenant LaForge?” At the answer, Data smiled, and he swiftly walked.

 Geordi was relaxing on his bed when the doorchime sounded. He got up and put on his visor. “Come in.” He had to stop himself from rushing full-speed when the door opened.

 “Hello, Geordi.”

 “Data!” Geordi’s hug was still very enthusiastic.

 Data tightly wrapped his arms around Geordi and rested his chin on the other man’s shoulder. “I have greatly anticipated your physical presence.”

 “Oh, I’ve missed you so much, and I still kind of can’t believe we’re here together.”

 They were quiet as they held onto the hug for a long moment. Then Geordi pulled back, but moved his hands to keep a light grip on Data’s forearms. He looked at the yellow eyes and soft smile. “How have you been?”

 “I have been operating within expected parameters.”

 “All systems operating, good.”

 “And you?” Data looked at the golden band of the visor, seeing slivers of Geordi’s off-white eyes through it, and the wide grin.

 “Certainly can’t complain.” Geordi moved in to hug him again. Then he pulled him over to sit on the couch.

 “I am relieved the unexpected occurrence on our way here did not cause us any delay.”

 “Yeah, you arrived with the stardrive section only at first?”

 “I can provide explanation.”

 “Sure, go ahead.”

 Data summarized the events, not wanting to spend too much time on it, when there were other things he wanted to talk about with his friend.

 “Huh… this Q person… that’s definitely something.”

 Data raised his brow and nodded.

 “I wonder what’s here that he thinks is so interesting.”

 “Part of our orders from Starfleet is to investigate Farpoint Station.”

 “I did have a little bit of a weird feeling there the past few days. Nothing solid, though. It’s definitely a nice place.”

 “Interesting.”

 “Hey, I did see your gift. Thanks.”

 “I assumed you did, since it is not where I left it. You are welcome.”

 “Now I’ve got to think of something to give you.”

 “You do not have to give me anything in return.”

 “Ah, but I want to.” Geordi patted Data’s thigh. “Maybe when I see your quarters, I’ll come up with something. Even better, yours aren’t far at all from here.”

 “Not at all.”

 “So, you’re free now?”

 “I am.”

 “So am I. What shall we do?” Really, Geordi would be perfectly content doing pretty much anything with his friend.

 “On the way here from Earth, I have briefly looked through one-hundred-fifty-nine Holodeck programs, one-hundred-eighteen of which were differing environments and landscapes.”

 “Oh? Got any favorites?”

 “I currently prefer an Earth forest program,” Data suggested.

 “Sounds nice. Let’s have dinner first, then we’ll check it out.”

 Data shared in some of Geordi’s meal. It felt appropriate to do on their first day together on this ship.

 Thirty minutes later, they headed to one of the Holodeck rooms. Data called up the program, and the door opened to reveal the lush forest.

 When they stepped inside and the door closed and disappeared behind them, Data prompted, “Geordi?”

 Geordi turned to him, and saw Data had lifted his arms straight out. Of course he wasn’t going to resist giving him another hard hug.

 When they let go, they were perfectly content and happy rambling around the forest.

 ********

 The mystery of Farpoint Station had been solved. The Enterprise would be off to more missions.

 “Let’s see what’s out there,” Picard said, sitting in the Captain's chair. “Engage.”

 Sitting at the Ops and Helm consoles, close enough to reach out and touch fingers if they wanted, were Data and Geordi. It felt so right. Perfect, really.

 What had started as a presumed glitch with the visor three years ago, a glow that resulted in a spark, Data’s light and Geordi’s warmth, had led them here.

 They looked to each other almost at the same time. They smiled softly, then gave a short nod in unison.

 Whatever was to come, Geordi and Data were together.